12 Nights of Christmas: Jingle Bites Judy Mays All rights reserved.
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Chapter 1 “Are you nuts?” Hiding her face behind her coffee mug, Ruth propped her elbows on the table and shrugged. Before Carolle could say something else, someone jostled her elbow, causing her to slosh coffee onto the gaily-colored tablecloth. “Hey! Watch where you’re going!” Somebody dropped some coins into the old jukebox the shop’s owner had tucked into the corner, and a merry rendition of “Jingle Bells” added to the cacophony of sounds. Ruth smiled into her mug. The shop was more crowded than usual. Noisy customers jostled their way in, out, and around the small tables, carefully negotiating the narrow paths between the piles of shopping bags stuffed with brightly colored Christmas presents. The aromas of rich, vanilla flavored coffee and spicy, hot cinnamon buns teased hungry shoppers’ taste buds as they meandered through the crowd. Ruth lowered her mug, inhaled, exhaled, inhaled again. “Fran’s buns smell extra cinnamony today. I may have to get one.” Her friend was not deterred. “The hell with pastries. Damn it, Ruth! Talk to me. I thought you were happy with Michael. Why did you break up with him? What’s going on?” Sighing, Ruth set her mug on the small round table. “I don’t know. I thought I was happy too, but…” “But what?” “I felt like my life was missing something.”
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Shaking her head, Carolle leaned back. “This is the third guy you’ve dumped in the last two years. All of them were good-looking, had good jobs, got along with your friends, and, according to you, were good in bed.” Raking her long hair back off her forehead, Ruth stared at her friend. “Do you think I don’t know that? I’m starting to think that there’s something wrong with me.” She glanced around. Everyone was either engrossed in their companions or in their newspapers. No one was paying any attention to them. She leaned forward and lowered her voice. “I can’t come.” A fit of coughing attacked Carolle. When she caught her breath, she blurted, “What!” Heat rushed up Ruth’s neck and onto her face as she whispered, “Keep your voice down, damn it. I don’t want everybody and his brother to know about my problem.” Carolle rested her arms on the table and bent forward over the small table. “You don’t come! You mean you don’t orgasm? No way. That’s bullshit. You raved all last month about your new vibrator.” More heat rushed to Ruth’s face, and she glanced over at the table next to theirs. The portly gentleman sitting there had his face buried in his newspaper. “Vibrators work,” she murmured. “It’s just with guys. No matter what they do, I can’t come.” “Why?” Ruth shook her head. “I have no idea. I mean, whenever I’m with a guy, my orgasm builds and builds but never finishes. None of the guys knew, though. I faked it.” Carolle shook her head. “You poor thing.” “I haven’t been able to think about anything else for the last three months. I mean, it’s reached the point where it’s affecting my work.” “Damn,” Carolle murmured.
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“There has to be a way to fix this.” Ruth glanced around again then leaned even closer to her friend. “Have you ever wanted to go out with more than one guy at a time?” Carolle grinned. “That’s the story of my life, girlfriend. I’m juggling two guys right now, but you know that. And, if I can get that blond hunk to notice me, it’ll be three.” Ruth shook her head. “No, I mean at the same time.” Carolle snapped her mouth shut. Her voice was even lower. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying? Two guys at the same time -- in bed?” Slowly, Ruth nodded. “I’m starting to obsess about it. Maybe that’s why I can’t come. Maybe I need more than one guy at a time.” “Wow.” Her friend muttered, “When you fantasize, you really fantasize.” Carolle locked gazes with her. “It is just a fantasy, right?” Sighing, Ruth nodded. “So far.” Shaking her head, Carolle leaned back in her chair and chuckled. “Well, when it happens, I want all the juicy details.” She glanced down at her watch. “Shit. It’s almost nine. I have to go. Tight-ass Jacobs threatened to dock my pay if I was late for my shift one more time.” Ruth chuckled as her friend straightened her police uniform. One day Carolle and her supervisor were going to have a knock-down drag-out fight -- and Carolle would probably win. As she smoothed her clothing, Carolle smiled over at her. “Come out to the bar with me tonight. I’m feeling lucky. Your cute, blond neighbor might be there.” Ruth snorted. “Forget him. He’s an asshole.” “So come out. A couple or half-dozen beers will relax you.” A grin dancing on her lips, Ruth shook her head. “Not tonight. I have to save my energy for the party you’re having tomorrow.” “If you say so.” She glanced at her watch again. “Shit. I’m late. I’ll see you later.”
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As she watched her friend hurry away, Ruth sipped the last of her coffee. Just what was wrong with her? Sex alone was great, but no matter how much she wanted to, she couldn’t come when she was with a guy. And now all she could think about was fucking two men at once. She shifted in her chair. Two hot, virile men. Two mouths, four hands -- two cocks. A shiver raced up her spine and she squeezed her legs together. Someone bumped into the back of her chair, and his murmured apology wrenched her from her fantasy. Sighing, she pushed herself to her feet. Her wool skirt snagged on the edge of the table, and she grimaced as she yanked it free. Wearing her gray suit in this cold weather was a real pain in the ass. Well, maybe a cold in the ass, the way the wind whipped up underneath it, but her editor had assigned her to interview the two one-hundred-year-old members of the Ladies’ Quilting Circle. They were a bunch of conservative old hens. The first reporter who’d gone to meet with them had arrived wearing slacks and hadn’t even been allowed inside the house. So now she was stuck in this frumpy, conservative suit that in no way flattered her figure or her complexion. But the old biddies would be happy. “I’m a better reporter than this,” she mumbled to herself as she hiked the strap of her laptop case over her shoulder. She was tired of the piss-ant stories the editor kept assigning her. She needed, no -- deserved, better assignments. A yawn welled up and escaped. Ruth sighed. What she really needed was a good night’s sleep, something she hadn’t really experienced in the three months since her new neighbors had moved in. Assholes. What kind of people partied almost every night? Her life had been miserable since they’d bought the house next door. A smile tickled the corners of her mouth as she navigated her way through the crowded shop toward the exit. She had them now, though. The police had been there this morning and had agreed that dark patch of snow in their backyard was probably blood. With a little luck, all three assholes had been arrested by now. Ruth allowed herself a full smile as she pulled the door shut behind her.
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As the shop door closed, the man who’d been sitting behind her rose from his seat and followed her toward the door, a wide smile on his face. So their uptight, conservative neighbor couldn’t orgasm. And she fantasized about fucking two men at once. The shop’s other customers looked askance when he laughed out loud.
He ignored them. He and his friends could take care of both of Ruth’s problems.
Chapter 2 “It’s as quiet as a tomb and I couldn’t be happier. If I’m really lucky, the cops have hauled all three of them off to jail.” Switching the phone to her other ear, Ruth glanced toward her frost-covered bedroom window and shivered. Damn, but it was getting colder. As soon as she saved up some money, she’d get some good replacements, the kind with double-paned glass. Then she wouldn’t be scraping frost off the inside on these frigid winter nights. Good thing she had heavy drapes to help keep the cold out. Not that they’d been able to muffle the sound of her neighbors’ music. Her friend’s curious voice pulled her attention back to the phone. “Not a sound, Carolle. I’ll finally be able to get a decent night’s sleep.” Smirking, Ruth danced across the floor, rubbed away the frozen condensation, and looked through the frosted pane to the snow-covered house barely five feet away. Dark curtains blocked any view into the room across from hers. As Carolle rattled on, Ruth shifted the phone back to her other ear and glanced at the full-length beveled mirror hanging on her bedroom wall. Her reflection rolled her eyes. As usual, Carolle was far more interested in how cute guys were as opposed to how much of a pain in the ass they were. “Okay, I know you thought the blond guy was cute when you met him in that bar that night. I don’t care if he’s cute. He and his friends have been making enough noise to raise the dead almost every night. I have to get up and go to work in the morning. Don’t they? Somebody over there has to work, right? I mean, who can party that much and still function the next day?” Ruth planted a hand on her hip and snorted into the phone. Carolle really had to get her priorities straightened out. So what if a guy was good-looking? If he wasn’t
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polite enough to take other people’s feelings into consideration, he wasn’t worth getting to know. “Damn it, Carolle. All you learned about him was that he lived next door to me before he walked away from you and picked up some red-headed ditz with big boobs. Shit, girl. How rude does a guy have to be before you think he’s an asshole? He never even told you his name! Why are you so hung up on him?” As her reflection blew some wisps of hair off her forehead, Ruth bit back a curse. She didn’t care how blue his eyes were or how tight his ass was, the guy was a jerk. If she were smart, she’d just flip the phone shut so she didn’t have to listen to Carolle rave on and on about him. Her reflection shook her head. Ruth sighed. She couldn’t do that. Carolle was her best friend and had been there every time she needed a shoulder to cry on. She placed the phone back against her ear and frowned. She should have known what question Carolle would ask next. “No, I have not seen the other one again, and I don’t want to. The only time I saw him was when he came around the corner too fast without looking where he was going. At least he was nice enough to stop and pick up groceries he knocked out of my arms. My oranges were rolling down the gutter thanks to him. I’m sorry I even mentioned I thought he was cute.” Ruth began tapping her foot. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, thick tawny hair and hazel eyes. And, no, I am not going over there to find out his name. Christ, Carolle, they’ve made my life miserable for the last three months. Talk about ignorant assholes.” Biting her lip, she turned away from the mirror and grimaced. Carolle just didn’t know when to let something go. “No! I am not sorry I called the police. If those guys had been polite and kept the noise down, I wouldn’t have had a reason to complain. My God! It’s December and I was able to hear them through two sets of closed windows. You know I tried to be polite and talk to them. It’s not my fault their phone is unlisted and no one came to the door whenever I went over there. I’ve been leaving them notes since the middle of November and they’ve ignored both me and my notes. I had to do something.
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Reporting there was a big pile of bloody snow in their backyard got results. It’s quiet! Shit, Carolle, blood! For all I know, I have a bunch of serial killers living next to me.” Silence erupted through the phone and a sigh of relief slipped from between her lips. Finally. She should have mentioned the blood sooner. Carolle hated blood. How she was going to last as a cop, Ruth didn’t know. “I’m glad you finally agree with me. Now, I really have to let you go. I have to get up early tomorrow.” She chuckled into the phone. “You know I wouldn’t miss your Christmas party for anything. I’ll see you tomorrow night.” Snapping her phone shut, she set it on the table next to her bed and stripped off her clothing. A hot, scented bubble bath was going to feel sooo good. Walking into the bathroom, she fitted the stopper into the old claw-footed bathtub and turned the hot water on full blast. As steam filled the small room, she lit a couple of bayberry-scented candles and dumped half a bottle of vanilla-scented bubble bath into the tub. After inhaling deeply, she clicked on the radio to a station playing Christmas music twenty-four hours a day. Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way,
Oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh.
Ruth turned on the cold water then burst into song. “Dashing through the snow
in a one horse open sleigh, o’er the fields we go, laughing all the way…” She wiggled her butt as she pinned up her hair. “I’ll be laughing all night! Jingle Bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way, oh what fun -- not to have -- the assholes partying away!” She swished the water around to test the temperature, turned the tap off, and sank into the tub. “Ahhhhhhh.” Closing her eyes, she leaned back against the smooth tub and sank into the water until only her head was above the bubbles. How wonderfully relaxing. Jingle, jingle bells!
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The door creaked as the two men stepped out on the back porch. Bright stars sparkled in the icy, winter sky as a tiny sliver of a moon hooked itself on the chimney of the neighboring house. After a deep breath of fresh air, the tawny-haired man turned to his companion. “The lights are out. Do you think she’s asleep?” “Does it matter?” Derek snorted at the man who’d been his friend for more years than he could remember. “Not to you it doesn’t. I’m the one sticking my neck out and breaking into her house. One visit from the police was enough.” The dark-haired man shrugged. “She’s only one woman. You can handle her. And I can always handle the authorities, you know that. They left as soon as I told them to go.” The back door creaked again as a third man joined them. “Come on, Derek, hurry up.” Snow crunched under his feet as he stomped down the back steps. Derek growled at their blond companion. “You’re the one responsible for all this. Why do you always have to play your music so fucking loud?” Throwing his arms wide, Bill sucked in a deep breath of air. “Cold, clear, crisp. I like Christmas Eve, don’t you? All those chicks out celebrating. A great night for hunting.” He grinned back at Derek. “So I like loud music when I party. The girls never complain and neither did you ’til the cops showed up.” Derek glanced at his other companion. “Tell me again why he’s here.” Sharp white teeth flashed as his friend grinned. “What was I supposed to do when he showed up at our door demanding to ‘become one with the night so he could live La Vida Loca’?” Derek snorted. “You didn’t have to say yes!” Bill chuckled. “Sure he did. He’s my great-great-great-great-great-uncle. The family would never forgive him if he threw me out.” Scowling, Derek walked down the steps until he was only a few inches away from Bill and raked his hair back over his forehead. “Your family has done its best to
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forget your how-ever-many-greats uncle even exists. I’d still like to know how you found out about him.” The dark-haired man stepped between them. “Enough. You two can argue later. We have a problem to take care of.” He looked over at their neighbor’s house. “It seems quiet enough. Derek, break into her house so you can invite us in.”
*** Stretching her arms above her head, Ruth fished the stopper out of the drain with her toes. Dropping her arms, she gripped the sides of the tub, lifted herself up, grabbed the fluffy pink towel off the commode lid, and stepped out of the tub. After drying off, she unpinned her hair. As she brushed it, she blew out the candles and turned off the radio just as a rousing rendition of “Deck the Halls” rolled around the room. Sauntering into her bedroom, she reveled in the unbroken silence and grinned at her reflection again. “Two points for me, zero for the ass-wipes next door. Merry Christmas, everybody.” With one last giggle, she slipped into her new red Christmas teddy, sighing with pleasure as the smooth silk caressed her skin. After she tied the green ribbons that held the bodice together, she slid into bed. Snuggling down she closed her eyes. Silence settled around her. After a few minutes, she turned over. The silence grew louder. In another minute, she flopped back over to her other side. The silence became deafening. Five minutes later, she rolled onto her back, opened her eyes, and stared through the dark at the ceiling. Damn. She hated it when she couldn’t fall asleep. A quickie, she needed a quickie. Sliding over to the side of the bed, Ruth yanked open the drawer of her nightstand and pulled out her trusty Tiger 5000 -- ten inches of thick, vibrating, life-like, purple plastic. A real cock might not help her relax, but Bob here hadn’t failed her yet -and he had fresh batteries. One flip of the switch, and she’d soon be in orgasmic
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heaven. She hesitated a moment then grabbed Bob’s brother, Buster. He wasn’t as long or as thick, but he’d been satisfying her a long time. She flipped both switches. Bzzzzzzzzzzz. At the sound, her nipples hardened. Moisture began to trickle between her thighs and she grinned to herself at her body’s instant response. I’m worse than Pavlov’s dog. One little buzz and I’m salivating. Unsnapping the crotch of her teddy, she spread her legs. A few rubs, and Bob had her hips thrusting. Ruth moaned. Damn, but Bob felt extra good tonight. Must be the sweet taste -or feel -- of victory. Swirling Bob in small circles against her clit, she moaned again, sucked in a deep breath, and sighed. “Ahhhhhh.” She brushed Buster against the soft silk covering her breasts. Ruth shivered as her nipples tightened more. “Oh, yessssssssssssss.” She moaned and rubbed herself against Bob. God, but he was really going to feel great inside. Turning him around, Ruth slid him between her sopping pussy lips. Slid him in, pulled him out. Slid him back in, pulled him back out, stretching her cunt, pushing further each time until as much of Bob as she could take was buried deep inside of her. She rubbed her thumb against her clit. “Hmmmmmmmmmm. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Her pussy muscles tightened around Bob. With the firm steady vibrations inside and her wild rubbing outside, pressure built quickly. Her nipples tightened even more. God, why couldn’t a man make her feel like this? Closing her eyes, she immediately fantasized that she and Antonio Banderas were frolicking naked on a beach. Then, Brad Pitt joined them. Both men had impressive erections. Tiny pinpricks of pleasure/pain rolled into her nipples, and her internal muscles tightened around the long hard cock she imagined was inside of her. Ruth pushed the button on the bottom of Bob and he vibrated harder.
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In her mind, Antonio pushed her legs farther apart and thrust his cock deeper. Brad rubbed his cock against her left breast. She ground her ass against the sheets. The scent of sex filled the air. Ruth arched her back. “Yes, oh yes!” She slid Buster up across her quivering stomach muscles to rub him against her nipples. She pushed Bob a little deeper. “Yessss, oh, yessss.” Pressure built. Ruth fought against coming as hard as she could -- drawing it out as long as she could. She shuddered. She gasped. She squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth. Colors flashed in her mind as her fantasy lovers worshiped her body. Antonio pulsed inside of her while Brad suckled her nipple. She sucked in a deep breath and prepared to surrender herself to their pulsating power. Craaaaaaaaaaasssshhhhh! The sound reverberated up the stairs and exploded through her open bedroom door. Ping. Ping. Ping. Bang. Ping. Her body crying for satisfaction, Ruth froze. What the hell? Tense and unfulfilled, she dropped Bob and Buster on the sheets. Sucking in a deep breath, she shoved herself to the side of the bed, pushed herself to her feet, and stumbled to her bedroom door, the titillating buzz of her vibrators still singing in her ears. “Damn it, Snowball,” she snarled through clenched teeth. “Why do you insist on climbing the Christmas tree? You know it falls over every time. It’s my grandmother’s antique balls at the top of the tree, isn’t it? You want to bat them all around the house,
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don’t you? That’s what I heard breaking, isn’t it? The ones at the bottom aren’t good enough for you, are they? Damn cat!” Not bothering to turn on the light, Ruth wobbled down the steps on shaking legs. She’d been ready to come -- hard. Stupid cat! “You’re in trouble now, Snowball. You’re spending tonight -- and all of tomorrow -- in the basement.” Turning to the left, she reached out to flick the light switch. Her big toe connected with the curio table.
“Yeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooow! Son of a fricking bitch!”
Trying to grab the offended toe, she staggered across the room.
Her shoulder connected with a man’s hard chest.
Ruth immediately scrambled to the fireplace and grabbed the poker. “Who the
hell are you and what are you doing in my house?” A dark shadow sidestepped her, right into the equally dark shadow of a now crooked Christmas tree. As he backed into it, the yowl of an angry cat exploded from the floor at his feet, and a white streak catapulted between his ankles, across the floor, and up the staircase. Meeerrrooowww!
“Aaaaah!”
Ruth tightened her grip on the poker as the shadow, arms flailing, fell back into
the Christmas tree. Both of them rolled out through the partially open patio door. As they hit the patio’s cement floor, bells jangled, Christmas lights shattered, and her sixfoot wooden snowman attacked her trespasser by falling on top of him. He, her Christmas tree, and the snowman all fell in a heap, with the trespasser on the bottom. Ruth heard his head crack against the cement. After the sounds of rolling Christmas balls, popping lights, and jingling bells subsided, the dark heap remained motionless.
Chapter 3 Outside, Bill looked at the man sprawled at their feet, then at his uncle, who shook his head and said, “Remind me never to have Derek break into a house again.” Bill looked back down at Derek. “How are we supposed to get in if Derek isn’t inside to invite us in? Vampires can’t enter a house without an invitation, can they?” At that moment, light flooded the inside of the house and the sliding glass door slammed all the way open. A long iron poker clenched in her fist, their neighbor stood before them wearing nothing more than a red satin teddy with green ribbons straining to keep her breasts from popping out of her bodice. Frilly white lace adorned the low cut neckline and high leg openings. The crotch panel was unsnapped and dangled in front of her. Both men’s nostrils flared. “I smell sex,” Bill said. His uncle smiled as he let his gaze roam up and down her body. “Derek’s slipping. After seeing her twice and listening to her conversation with her friend today, he told us she was frigid and rather frumpy.” He perused her lush body again. “She’s definitely not frumpy.” He inhaled. “And she doesn’t smell frigid.” His stare glued to the woman in the doorway, he inhaled again. The sweet fragrance of sex wafted from her and he licked his lips. No, she was not at all frumpy. She was eminently desirable with long legs, nicely proportioned hips, and, he was sure, a nicely-rounded, firm ass, the kind a man could clasp and knead as he pumped his cock in and out of her. His gaze drifted to the large nipples poking against the soft silk covering her firm breasts. Thick, dark hair tumbled around her shoulders, one strand falling to curl beneath her nipple.
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His cock hardened and his teeth began to ache as his gaze wandered up her slender neck to her face. Anger flashed in her chocolate-brown eyes and her nostrils were flared. Her lush, red lips were pulled into a tight, angry line as she brandished the poker with both hands. “Who the hell is out here? I called the cops so you better leave now.” His cock hardened even more as she held the poker at the juncture of her thighs. In his mind’s eye, he saw his cock between her hands, seeking its way to her moist, wet pussy. His fangs lengthened. Bill’s low voice interrupted his fantasy. “She didn’t have time to call the cops, did she?” Stepping forward, she jabbed the poker at him. Stumbling back, Bill avoided the poker easily but in doing so bumped into a sixfoot plywood figure of Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer. It teetered then fell forward, hitting him squarely on the back of the head. He fell to his knees. “Jesus fucking Christ.” “Ha! Just what you deserved, creep!” the woman crowed, not bothering to hide the triumph in her voice. “You’re just lucky I didn’t have a chance to replace the outside light bulb. If I could see you clearly, I’d brain you!” Not being able to see clearly didn’t stop her though. Stepping through the doorway, she swung the poker.
As soon as Ruth attempted to attack the man kneeling before her, muscular arms wrapped around her waist and she was pulled back against a hard, broad chest. A large hand slapped across her mouth. The arm underneath her breasts felt like a band of steel, and when her heel connected with her captor’s shin, he didn’t so much as flinch. Sharp pains did, however, explode in her foot. She tried to jerk the poker back over her shoulder and hit him on the head. Hot breath tickled the back of her neck. “Get the damn poker away from her before she hurts herself.”
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Groaning, the blond man Rudolph had felled staggered to his feet and yanked her weapon out of her hands. Glass shattered as he tossed it over his shoulder and through the sliding glass door. The man holding Ruth let out a long low sigh. “Did you have to break the glass?” “I feel like my head is going to fucking explode. I don’t give a damn about the fucking door.” As Ruth wiggled and squirmed against him, her captor sighed again. “How’s Derek?” Biting out curses, the other man sank to his knees and pushed the snowman and Christmas tree off his companion. “Out cold. Cracked his head on the fucking cement. Can’t you smell the blood? What are we going to do now? Derek can’t invite us into her house.” A satisfied chuckle came from over her shoulder. “We don’t have to go in, do we? She came out. Besides, I’d much rather have her in our home. Now, push that ridiculous tree back in the house, slide the door closed, pull the drapery across it, and set those ludicrous carvings or whatever they are against the walls. Since we’re at the back of the house, no one should notice. Then grab Derek and bring him home with you.” Ruth tried to bite his hand. Chuckling, he bent his head and whispered in his captive’s ear, “Relax, my dear, no one is going to hurt you -- much.” She cursed into the hand covering her mouth. “Mother-fucking-son-of-a-bitch.” “What did she say?” the blond asked as he hefted his unconscious companion over his shoulder. The man carrying Ruth moved his hand. “Put me down, you fucking shithead!” “Her comments leave something to be desired,” he answered as he slapped his hand back over her mouth and carried her toward his house. Ruth tried to slam her head back against his face.
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He kissed her ear and she shivered.
She tried to kick his kneecap with her heel.
He blew a warm breath in her ear.
She tried to bite his hand again.
“I like women who bite,” he whispered. Then, he gently nipped the back of her
neck. As a bolt of desire shot straight to her groin. She froze in his arms. What the hell was happening to her? When they reached the back porch of his house, Ruth’s captor pushed his way inside, stalked through a dark kitchen into the dimly lit living room, and dropped her onto a lumpy couch. Leaping to her feet, Ruth spat, “What do you think you’re doing, you son-of-abitch? This is kidnapping! You’re going to rot in jail for the next twenty or thirty years of your life.” She clenched her fists as anger permeated every inch of her being. At least she told herself it was anger. Okay, so her nipples and cunt ached, but that was because she, Bob, and Buster had been interrupted. No way in hell was she attracted to any of these assholes -- assholes who’d just broken into her house and forced her over here against her will. She smiled mentally. Boy, were these guys in for a surprise! All those classes in self-defense and her three black belts were finally going to pay off. She’d call the police after she kicked the shit out of them. “Is she threatening us?” the blond asked as he entered the room and dropped his tawny-haired burden on the floor. Her captor simply crossed his arms over his chest and smiled at her. Unintimidated, she stared back. Just wait, asshole, you’ll get yours. And I’m going to enjoy every ounce of pain I cause you. After a superior smirk, she wrenched her gaze away and looked around the room. Newspapers, beer cans, pizza boxes, and empty chip bags were strewn about. Crumbs crunched and paper crackled under her shifting feet.
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Ruth wrinkled her nose. “You guys live in a fricking pigsty! Don’t you ever clean up after yourselves?” The man lying on the floor moaned, then mumbled, “Did she just call us pigs?” “About time you woke up, Derek,” the blond said as he nudged him with his foot. Ruth smiled to herself. The tawny-haired one was Derek. He was the one who’d knocked her groceries out of her arms last week. He pushed himself to his hands and knees, staggered to his feet, stumbled to the sofa, and braced his hands against it. “Who hit me?” The blond nodded toward her. “She did. With a fireplace poker. She got me, too.” Yellow sparks seemed to fly from Derek’s hazel eyes when he lifted his head and glared at her. “I say we toss her onto the couch and fuck the daylights out of her. Now!” Ruth crossed her arms over her chest. “You’re going to fuck me? I don’t think so.” Straightening, he shook his head and inhaled deeply. “Who’s going to stop me?” He swayed and toppled over the arm of the sofa. Groaning, he sat back down. Ruth smirked. “The lump on the back of your head maybe? Oh, by the way, I never hit you. You tripped over your own feet and hit your head on the cement floor of my patio. Are you always so clumsy?” The blond man rubbed the back of his head and looked from Ruth to his tall companion. “How come she’s not afraid of us? She’s supposed to be scared. Any other woman dragged into a house by three men would be pissing in her pants right now, if she hadn’t already fainted.” As Ruth grinned at him, his gaze plummeted from her face to her breasts. She could feel the wispy white lace and red satin that was supposed to cover them straining at their task. When she took a deep breath, they almost popped free. Keep looking, big boy. God, but men are so stupid. They’re all too busy looking at my boobs to pay any real attention to what I might be doing. It’s going to be so easy to kick their asses. Blondy licked his lips.
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Shifting her feet further apart, Ruth dropped her arms to her sides and crouched slightly. “Go ahead, try and touch me.” Both wounded men stepped toward her. “Let me handle this,” their dark-haired companion said as he pushed past them. “Do you really think you can stop me, my dear?” As he came closer, Ruth stared into his face. Something in his dark eyes made her shuffle her feet. Uncertainty blossomed in her stomach. She swallowed, twice. The other two men didn’t seem all that dangerous even though they pretended to be. She was absolutely certain she could handle them. This one, on the other hand, was different. Something about him -- scared her. As he neared her, she swallowed again. Power radiated from his entire body and passion leapt from his dark eyes. “Who… who are you?” He grinned a toothy grin. “Dracula.” After a full thirty seconds, Ruth snapped her mouth shut. Her uncertainty gone, she shook her head. What an idiot! Did he really think he could scare her with that line? Nevertheless, she stepped back. “Dracula? Bullshit. If you’re Dracula then I’m the Queen of England. That’s a really, really bad joke, buddy.” She pressed her back flat against the wall. One coal-black eyebrow rose. “You don’t believe me? Why?” Ruth squirmed. Damn, but this wall was freezing. Her ass felt as cold as ice cubes. Didn’t they have any heat in this house? Her captor’s glance drifted from her face to her chest. She could feel her nipples tighten even more. He smiled. “Well?” Ruth stopped thinking about her cold ass and prickling nipples and concentrated on the man barely two feet away. She lifted her chin. This guy was intimidating -- and entirely too handsome for his own good. Long dark hair, rich coffee-colored eyes,
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straight nose, firm chin, thin lips. His broad shoulders, wide chest, and six-pack abs were covered by a tight, black tee-shirt. Black jeans encased slim hips and long legs. Yeah, entirely too handsome -- for her own good. Ruth wrenched her mind away from his compelling… attributes. What the hell was she thinking? Now was not the time to be contemplating how handsome a guy was. She had to focus on her immediate predicament -- getting out of here. She frowned and stared more closely at her captor. Tee-shirt and jeans? It was freezing outside, not more than twenty degrees. Didn’t he feel the cold? White teeth flashed as he smiled at her. Ruth sniffed. If he wanted to run around in a tee-shirt in twenty-degree weather, why should she care? Once she let loose, these guys wouldn’t know what hit them, and this one really had to be loony if he thought picking a name like Dracula was going to scare her. She smirked and played along. “Van Helsing killed him.” His gaze drifted back up to her face. “A lie. You don’t believe everything you read do you? Or see in the movies?” She sniffed again. “No, I don’t believe everything I read or see. Besides, Dracula is… ah… was Romanian nobility, moron. Do you honestly think he’d live in a place like this? I mean look around. You guys live like pigs.” The blond man snickered. The one named Derek leaned forward and propped his head in his hands. “She has a point. From what I know of him, Drac would never live here. He’s always preferred mansions and palaces.” The Dracula wannabe grinned at her. “I could be incognito.” Ruth shook her head. That Derek guy was talking like Dracula really existed. They all needed their heads examined. “Bullshit. Everyone knows Dracula and all other vampires are nothing more than fantasies found in trashy romance novels -- except for the vampire wannabes.” Tall, dark, and handsome stepped closer and braced his hands against the wall on either side of her head. “Wannabes?”
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Lord, but no man should have such long eyelashes. Swallowing, Ruth refused to drop her gaze. “Yeah, wannabes. Those crazy people who have dental surgery to have fake fangs inserted.” He grinned again, revealing sharp fangs. Ruth blinked. Were they there when he grinned before? “Do these look fake?” Her mouth dropped open as his canines lengthened even more. Snapping her mouth shut, she gulped -- twice. Ruth sucked up her courage and continued to stare into his face. She would not let him intimidate her. She could get out of here anytime she wanted. One good kick to his balls would have him moaning at her feet. The other two wouldn’t be problems to take out either. Derek especially was still probably woozy from the earlier knock he’d gotten on the head. No, she was still in control of the situation. A couple of fake incisors weren’t going to scare her. “How did you do that?” He continued to smile and glanced down at her chest. “Your nipples are showing, love.” Ruth didn’t have to look down to know he was telling the truth. Between her cold ass and his hot stare, her nipples were standing at stiff attention. “It’s fricking cold in here. What did you expect?” He chuckled a delicious chuckle. Shivering, she gritted her teeth. It was the cold that was affecting her body, not his sexy laugh. “No, love. They’re really showing, not just poking against that tempting bit of silk you’re wearing.” When Ruth looked down, her head brushed against his chest. She gasped. The skimpy top of her teddy had twisted and both nipples were plainly visible. As she lifted her hands to rearrange her bodice, he easily captured her wrists. “I like the view the way it is.” The blond stepped closer. “Her boobs are hanging out? Let me see!”
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Sighing, her captor shook his head and glanced back over his shoulder. “William, must you be so crude? Women are impressed by manners and class, not base statements about their -- boobs.” The younger man stepped closer. “You’re supposed to call me Bill, not William, and I still wanna see, Uncle Alastair.”
Alastair looked away from his nephew and back at the woman he held prisoner. She was staring up at him, triumph shining in her eyes because she’d learned his true name. A pity Dracula wasn’t here. Maybe he could scare her. Mentally, Alastair shook his head. Most women held prisoner in a room with three men would be scared out of their wits. She wasn’t. Why? How could she possibly think she’d be able to escape any one of them let alone all three? She continued to stare at him, the triumph in her eyes turning to calculation. “I saw the bloody snow in your backyard. Where did it come from?” Now she was asking questions? Alastair tilted his head to the side. She was becoming far more interesting than he’d ever anticipated. When Derek had told them about bumping into her last week, he’d said she had an irritable temper. Then, after spying on her this morning, he’d reported that she dressed like a sour old maid and didn’t have orgasms when she fucked men. Well, she had a temper, but certainly didn’t sleep in the long-necked, long-sleeved nightgowns one would expect of the stereotypical old maid. He glanced down at her taut, tan nipples and skimpy silk teddy again and smiled. Derek had also heard her say that fucking two men might be the answer to her problem. Tonight, they’d find out. Alastair inhaled. She reeked of sex. Obviously, not coming when a man fucked her didn’t stop her from fucking herself. He glanced back at her face. She glared at him. He canted his head to the other side. Not afraid in the least. Interesting. He’d never met a woman like her. What was her name? Ruth… Ruth Mallory. That was it. She was a reporter for the local newspaper. Was that what kept her from being afraid?
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The fact that she was a reporter? Did she really think that would make a difference? Well, if she wanted a story, he’d give her one. He grinned. “The blood was from Noelle.” A strangled sob came from the couch. “Did you have to mention her name again?” his nephew snapped. “You know how Derek gets when he hears her name.” Alastair continued to smile at Ruth. She not only smelled like sex, she smelled sexy. Her eyes widened. “What happened to her?” Satisfaction settled onto Alastair’s shoulders. Finally, fear had appeared in her eyes. “We buried her in the backyard.”
Chapter 4 Ruth swallowed the shock bubbling in her throat. “You buried her in the backyard? You buried her! Are you crazy? That’s illegal!” He shrugged as he released her left hand then cupped and squeezed her breast. “Others do it.” He rubbed his thumb against her peaked nipple. Ruth tried to squirm away, tried to keep her mind on the woman buried in the backyard and off the arousing way he was playing with her body. She wrenched her mind away from the pleasurable path it was trying to follow. “Others do not do it! My God! What kind of monsters are you? This -- Noelle -- deserved a decent burial.” “That’s what I said,” Derek growled from the sofa. “Noelle, my sweet Noelle.” Her captor ignored the other man and stared into her eyes as he continued playing with her nipple. His dark eyes glowed with black fire. Clenching her teeth, Ruth stared back, refusing to acknowledge the way her entire breast swelled and the fact that bolts of pleasure were shooting from her breast to her groin. “That’s where all the blood came from, isn’t it? What did you do, chop her into pieces?” Lifting his head from his hands, Derek snarled. Bill turned from one man to the other. “Damn it, Uncle Alastair, can’t you shut her up? Derek is really getting worked up and you know what he’s like then. He’ll soon start howling.” A sigh escaped her captor as he cupped her chin then slid his hand down her neck. Her pulse beat erratically against his cool fingers. “You certainly know how to aggravate a man, don’t you?”
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Doing her best to ignore her growing attraction to him -- what was wrong with her anyway? She replied, “Aggravate? I’m aggravating you? You break into my house, take me prisoner, drag me off, and then try to intimidate me by telling me you buried a woman in your back yard!” One thick, dark eyebrow rose. “Woman? Who said we buried a woman?” She gritted her teeth. What kind of bullshit was this idiot trying to pull? “You did, moron. Noelle, remember?” He stared down into her face, his dark eyes even more intense. She wrenched her gaze away from his and stared at his chest. She shivered. Damn it, it was cold in here! He bent closer and inhaled. She shivered again. “Noelle was Derek’s dog,” he said. “She was hit by a car.” Her stare leaped back to his. “A dog? Noelle was a dog?” He leaned closer until his mouth was only inches from hers. “Of course. Do you really think we’d bury a human in the backyard?” He dipped his head and captured her mouth with his. Bill leaned over his uncle’s shoulder. “How does she taste?” Alastair lifted his head. “I would appreciate you not interrupting me in the midst of a seduction, William.” “My fucking name is Bill!” Ruth twisted her tongue free. Damn, but she didn’t think anyone could suck her tongue so far into his mouth. “I’m not being seduced!” Alastair turned his attention back to her. “Yes, you are.” She shivered. No one should have eyes like his -- deep, dark, mysterious, passion-filled. “No, I’m not.” She tried to stamp her foot, but he leaned his body into hers. A very impressive erection brushed against her hip. Ruth swallowed. Maybe she was being seduced.
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Alastair chuckled and settled his hips firmly against hers. “Like what you feel? You’ll be enjoying all of it soon enough. Now let’s get rid of this.” Easing his body away, he released the wrist he still held, slipped his fingers under the edge of her teddy, ripped it down the middle, and stepped back. Nostrils flaring, Derek rose from the couch. “Look at that. Her pussy is shaved as smooth as a baby’s bottom.” As the soft silk pooled around her feet, Ruth stood before three hungry pairs of eyes, naked as the day she was born. As another shiver danced up her spine, she grabbed onto her rapidly scattering wits and rammed the strange, growing attraction for her captor to the back of her mind. “Hey, shithead. That was expensive.” Fisting her hands on her hips, she glared at all three men. “You’re going to pay for that.” Alastair’s gaze wandered down her body, one eyebrow cocked. “Very nice.” She snorted. “As if I care what you think.” Alastair smiled a toothy smile. “You will.” “Like hell!” “She’s not reacting the way she should,” Derek muttered, wary confusion mixed with the lust on his face. “She’s not scared.” “Yeah,” Bill piped in. “Wouldn’t a woman be fucking scared out of her wits once her clothes are off? Why isn’t she?” Still staring at Ruth, Alastair rubbed his chin. “William, you are used to being around a lower class of woman. Ruth is a lady. Ladies control their emotions.” Ruth stamped her foot. “Control my emotions! What a crock of horseshit. I’m pissed off, you freaking asshole-vampire-wannabes. So what if you ripped my clothes off? I spend two weeks on a nude beach in Jamaica every summer, and believe me, there are a lot more scary things on that beach in the middle of the day than there are here right now.” Bill’s voice was even more confused. “She’s not scared at all. I want her scared. That’s half the fun. Derek, don’t you like it better when they’re scared?”
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As he rubbed the back of his head once more, Derek stared at her with a hot, hazel gaze. “I don’t really care as long as her pussy is hot and wet.” “As long as my…” Ruth felt the blood pounding in her ears. “That’s it. I’ve had enough of your bullshit. I tried to be nice, but you guys don’t give me any choice. I’m leaving. Now. I’ll give you three seconds to get out of my way. I have multiple black belts in martial arts, so I suggest you move before I hurt you.” None of them shifted so much as a step. Ruth shook her head at their stupidity. Men! They were all macho assholes. “Okay, you asked for it.” Feinting to her left, she delivered a lightning kick to Derek’s knee followed by a punch to Bill’s stomach. And, because she considered him to be the most dangerous, she put all her weight behind a solid kick to Alastair’s groin. He caught her foot, lifted it, twisted it, and stepped to his right. As she lost her balance and fell toward the floor, he shifted forward and caught her in his arms. “Very impressive, sweetheart. You’ll have to give us a full demonstration sometime. Derek, William, grab her legs. All this exercise has made me hungry.” Derek grabbed one ankle while Bill grabbed the other. Struggling, Ruth frantically tried to think of a way to escape. There was no way any of them should still be standing after the kicks and punches she delivered. What kind of men were they? A jerk of her leg, and her ankle was free from Derek’s grasp. She kicked him in the jaw. He should have dropped like a falling tree, but all he did was shake his head and grab her ankle again, his stare glued between her legs. “Hurry up, Alastair, I’m hungry too.” Ruth froze, her gaze leaping from one face to another. This couldn’t be happening. No normal man could shake off a kick to his jaw like that. “What are you?” As he stroked her stomach, a stomach that clenched and rolled under his hand, Alastair smiled down at her. “Surely you’ve figured it out by now, smart reporter that you are.”
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She shook her head. “No. Vampires don’t exist.” Alastair’s hungry smile became a grin. His fingers slid down her stomach to her shaved mons. “Of course we do.” Once again, his face descended to hers, his lips and tongue working passionate magic against and in her mouth. An involuntary moan escaped her. Damn, but he knew how to kiss. Fingers slipped between her thighs and parted the slippery lips of her pussy. A hand cupped her breast; another squeezed her ass. Her hips jerked. Low masculine laughter rolled around her. Ruth moaned into Alastair’s mouth as a finger slid into her. Other fingers slipped into the crack in her ass. Whose? “Fuck, but she’s wet.” Was that Derek’s voice? She arched into his hand. “Hurry up. My dick’s so hard it’s gonna burst.” Alastair pulled his tongue out of Ruth’s mouth, lifted his head, and looked down into her face. “You like this, don’t you? Three men, all hungry for you. All wanting you at the same time -- a fantasy come true, perhaps? You aren’t the staid, dispassionate woman I was told you were.” A red light flashed between the partially drawn curtains then disappeared. It flashed again only to disappear again -- and again -- and again. Mumbling under his breath, Bill dropped her leg and strode to the window. “Fuck. The cops are at her house. And the nosy old lady with the yappy dog is in the driveway talking to them. One of them is going into her backyard.” He craned his neck. “Shit, they found the broken glass and one of them just slid her patio door wide open.” Letting her go, Alastair strode to the window. Ruth’s wobbly knees gave out, and she would have fallen to the floor if Derek hadn’t released her ankle and caught her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her back against his body. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, no cop ever caught Alastair. He’s the smartest vamp I know.”
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“No!” gasped Ruth. “He’s not a vampire. Vampires don’t exist.”
Derek threw back his head and laughed.
She shuddered in his arms. “And I don’t believe you’re a vampire either.”
Derek’s laughter eventually ceased. His hot breath caressed the back of her neck.
“Of course I’m not. I’m a werewolf.”
Chapter 5 The red light continued to flash intermittently around the room. “Werewolf!” Ruth squeaked as Derek tightened the arm around her waist and cupped her breast with his other hand. “You can’t be a werewolf! That’s impossible!” He lapped the back of her neck. “No it isn’t.” He licked her again. “Hmmm. You taste like vanilla -- and hot woman.” Shivers danced up and down Ruth’s spine as he nibbled his way from one side of her neck to the other. She shuddered. “Oh, yes…” He blew in her ear. “Oh yes, what? Yes, I am a werewolf, or yes, nibble me more.” Ruth gasped at the third swipe of his hot, wet tongue. “Yes. No. I…” “Shhhh. Stop talking and just listen.” He squeezed her breast, pinched her nipple. “I am a werewolf. Do you know how I prefer to make love?” Ruth shook her head. She didn’t trust her voice. Derek loosened his arm and slid his hand down over her stomach. He cupped her shaved pussy. “I mount them -- from behind. I’ve learned that I can control the thrusts and twists of my hips and cock better if I screw a woman from behind. I can get deeper inside of you.” He slid his fingers between her thighs as he nibbled the back of her neck again. “Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.” She didn’t have the strength to refuse. “That’s it.” Derek slid a finger inside, pulled it back out, pushed against her clit. “Damn, but that little nub swells up nicely. It’s as hard as my cock. You do like us, don’t you?” Alastair’s voice interrupted Derek’s explorations. “Derek, get over here. The police are coming to the door.”
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Derek lifted his head from Ruth’s neck. “No can do, Alastair. I have a boner the size of the Washington Monument, and there’s no way it’s going down without a good fuck.” Ruth shivered. Derek’s hips were pushed tight against her ass. The size of the erection he was rubbing against her probably did rival the Washington Monument. From deep within her, a dark thought surfaced. That hard cock could be hers. She swallowed then moaned when his fingers rolled over her clit. A loud pounding shook the door. “This is the police. Open up.” Across the room, Bill looked at his uncle. “What do we do now?” Derek slid first one, then a second finger into Ruth. “You guys take care of it. I’m kinda busy here.” He nibbled then kissed her shoulder. More pounding on the door. Moaning, Ruth dug her fingers into Derek’s hard, muscular thighs. He chuckled. “Like my fingers do you?” he murmured as he slid them in and out. “Just wait until it’s my cock.” Ruth clutched his thighs more tightly. “I repeat,” called a muffled voice, “this is the police. We want to talk to you.” Alastair crossed his arms over his chest and stepped back. “Let them in, William.” Grinning, Alastair’s nephew pulled the door open and two police officers, a white male and black female, stepped inside, their gazes sweeping the room. Both started and reached for their guns when they saw Derek and Ruth. Ruth closed her eyes. One of the officers would have to be Carolle. “They’re watching me finger-fuck you, sweet Ruth,” Derek whispered into her ear. “Shall we give them a real show?” Pulling his hand away from her cunt, he unzipped his jeans. His cock sprang free and bounced against her ass. Both guns were half drawn. “Get your hands where I can see them, and release that woman immediately!” commanded the male officer. Carolle jerked her gun free. “Ruth! Are you all right?”
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“Anything you say, Officer,” Derek said. Hooking the leg of an overstuffed, wingback chair with his foot, he pulled it over so its back faced the police, lifted Ruth onto it, and positioned her so that her knees were resting against the cushioned arms. As her legs spread wide, he pushed her chest down against the back of the chair, slid his cock into her, and lifted his hands into the air. “Like this?” Swiveling his hips, he screwed his cock deeper. “Ahhhhhhhhh!” Ruth gripped the back of the chair. Carolle stepped forward. “Ruth!” Derek’s thick cock slipped deeper inside. “Like that don’t you, sweetheart.” Hands still held high, he rammed his hips against her ass. Carolle pointed her gun at Derek’s head. “Let her go. Now!” “Look at me, both of you,” Alastair commanded. Chuckling, Derek stopped thrusting and stood still, his hips pressed firmly against her ass. “Watch Alastair, sweetheart.” Bottom lip clenched between her teeth, Ruth tried to focus her attention on Alastair instead of the cock buried deep inside of her. When she was finally able to concentrate on the police, both stood meekly in front of Alastair, their gazes locked on his face. Alastair’s voice was as smooth as silk -- low, compelling, irresistible. “You will remember nothing you see here. You have asked your questions and are satisfied with the answers we’ve given you. Miss Mallory’s Christmas tree fell through her patio door and she came over here to ask for assistance to fix it. You talked to her and she assured you everything is fine. Do you understand?” “Yes,” both of them answered. “Good, now leave.” “Send the man away, Uncle Alastair,” Bill said in a gruff voice. “This one is mine.” He pulled Carolle into his arms and buried his face in her neck. She groaned.
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“No! Let her go!” Ruth moaned.
Bill looked into Carolle’s eyes. “Do you want to leave, Carolle?”
“Oh no,” she answered in a low voice.
“You put some kind of spell on her!” Ruth gasped as Derek slid his cock almost
all the way out of her then rammed it back in. “Vampires don’t cast spells.” Bill grinned at Ruth. “She doesn’t want to go. Besides, she did her best to pick me up in a bar a couple weeks ago. She wants me. I want her. Simple.” Alastair sighed. “I thought you wanted a taste of Ruth. Something about her making up for spoiling your party the other night?” Raising his head, Bill shook it. “I’m horny as hell and don’t want to wait. You two can have her. I’ll have some brown sugar tonight.” His deep blue eyes became even bluer as he looked into Carolle’s. “Take off your clothes now.” Muttering under his breath, Alastair turned his attention to the other police officer. “Go wait in your squad car. Your partner will join you later.” He glanced at his nephew. “Why do you insist on fucking police officers, William?” Licking his lips as his prey stripped, Bill said, “I’ve never been able to resist a woman in uniform. Just look at her. Are you sure you don’t want some of her instead of Ruth?” Alastair stared at the now naked police office. Large, firm breasts, flat stomach, flared hips, pubic hair neatly trimmed to a slim rectangle, and a golden ball piercing her belly button. And warm, cinnamony skin. Women with skin that color always tasted -delicious. “Your name is Carolle?” “Officer Carolle James.”
Lifting his hand, he cupped her breast.
She shivered.
Alastair smiled. Undoubtedly delicious. He glanced over to Ruth. Derek had
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his ears. He looked back at Carolle and shook his head. “She’s all yours, William. I’ll share with Derek. Besides, she’s the one who wants to have sex with two men. I don’t want to disappoint her.”
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh,” Ruth moaned. The soft old velveteen material of the chair teased her nipples as Derek twisted his hips and bent over her back. She tried to spread her legs wider. Derek pushed his cock deeper. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you? You like people watching as you’re being fucked. I heard what you said this morning to your friend. One man alone can’t satisfy you. You need both Alastair and me to come.” He pulled his now slick cock out and rubbed it against her ass. “Nooooooo.” She pushed back against him. Derek chuckled. “Patience, sweet Ruth. I’m going to make this last. And you’ll want Alastair here with us when you finally do come.” Sucking in deep breaths, Ruth struggled to regain control of her emotions. What was wrong with her? Was she nuts? More than one man? What would happen after they finished with her? They could murder her and no one would ever know. Derek continued to rub his cock against her ass. He slid his fingers inside of her. “You’re wet, Ruth, very wet. You want me… us… as much as we want you.” Quivering, Ruth shook her head. “No. I -- don’t. You’re -- forcing -- me.” He chuckled behind her. “Stubborn little bitch.” Bitch rolled off his tongue like an endearment. As he toyed with her cunt, Ruth gritted her teeth. “Let -- me -- go!” Another chuckle. “She’s more contrary than any woman I remember, Alastair.” Alastair turned his mesmerizing attention back to her. “Do what Derek tells you to do, love.” Ruth stared into his face and looked deep into his dark eyes. Power and desire mated in them, sucked at her soul, and compelled her to listen.
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Then, she wrenched her gaze from his and tried to pull away from Derek. “I -will -- not!” Derek’s fingers froze. He stopped rubbing his slick cock against her; its hot, hard length nestled in the crack in her ass. “What did she say?” Now standing in front of her, Alastair arched an eyebrow. “She said no. Interesting.” He lowered his voice. “Look at me, Ruth.” Sucking in a deep breath, she met his stare steadily. “You will do whatever we tell you to do.” Her answer was firm. “No, I won’t.” Derek grabbed her waist and held her in place as Alastair stepped even closer. Undaunted, Ruth straightened until she was kneeling on the chair. “She’s not mesmerized, Alastair,” Derek said in an awed tone. “Your command didn’t affect her. Do you think she’s the One?” Alastair stopped before her, stripped his black tee-shirt over his head, and dropped it on the floor. “I don’t know, but I’m sure as hell going to find out.” “It is Christmas. Miracles are supposed to happen at Christmas.” Derek’s voice was hopeful. Nostrils flaring at the spicy scent that emanated from him, Ruth stared at Alastair’s bare chest. Smooth, pale skin covered the supple muscles of his chest and abdomen. A small sprinkling of black hair narrowed into a thin line that disappeared into his black jeans -- jeans with a very large bulge at the crotch. The hope in Derek’s voice grew. “She must be the One.” Reaching out, Alastair cupped her breast, flicked a nipple with his thumb. Behind her, Derek slid his palms over her ass, leaned closer again, slipped his cock between her legs, and rubbed it along the inside of her left thigh. A loud moan rolled across the room. Ruth wrenched her gaze from Alastair’s crotch.
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Bill had Carolle arched backwards against another wingback chair. Her legs were spread, her knees braced on the arms. He had his face buried in her crotch. She’d buried her hands in Bill’s long, blond hair as his head bobbed between her thighs. “Women have told me Bill’s a magician with his tongue,” Alastair whispered. “But I’m better.” Ruth shuddered at the thought of Alastair’s mouth playing with her cunt. Behind her, Derek nipped her neck lightly. “I still say I’m the best at eating pussy. It’s all in the tongue, and a vamp can’t work his tongue as well as a wolf can.” Ruth’s heart began to palpitate. Carolle’s gasping scream wrenched Ruth’s attention back to her. She grabbed two fistfuls of hair and pulled Bill’s face up to hers. Rising to his feet, Bill laughed long and low. When he spread his legs, Ruth could see his long, white cock as it slid into Carolle’s dark pussy. His ass muscles tightened as he pulled it out then thrust himself back in. Pulled out, thrust in. Pulled out, thrust in. Carolle moaned louder. Ruth began to pant. Bill looked back over his shoulder. His long canines were obvious from across the room. Behind her, Derek slid two fingers into Ruth’s pussy. Alastair twisted her nipple. He leaned forward and kissed her shoulder. Carolle began to pant in time to Bill’s thrusts. “Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah.” “She’s ready to come, love,” Alastair whispered. “How close are you?” Derek pinched her clit. “Real close, Alastair.” Ruth tried to squirm away from Derek’s probing fingers. “Watch Bill, love. Watch him make Carolle come.” Ruth couldn’t help herself. She watched her friend squirm and moan as Bill fucked her.
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Up on his toes, Bill had braced his hands on the chair’s arms. The muscles of his ass tightened even more as he swiveled his hips and screwed his cock into her. Then leaning over, he buried his head in the side of her neck. Screaming, Carolle arched into his thrusting hips, lifting Bill’s feet off the ground. Ruth’s pussy tightened around Derek’s fingers. “Her cunt muscles are sucking my fingers deeper, Alastair.” Alastair stared at her face. “I can see the hunger dancing in her eyes.” Across the room, Bill slid his cock out of Carolle and lifted her into his arms. He looked up. A drop of blood trickled down the side of his chin. “I’m keeping her for awhile, Uncle Alastair. She’s the best piece of ass I’ve ever had.” Alastair’s gaze never left Ruth’s face. “Go out and tell the other officer that his shift is over and it’s time for him to go home. Tell him his partner has already left. And make sure you stare into his eyes the entire time. He’s still under my compulsion, so you shouldn’t have any trouble.” Grinning, Bill laid Carolle on the sofa and sauntered out the door, his still erect cock bouncing. Carolle’s sigh sounded completely sated. “Your friend orgasmed,” Alastair murmured to Ruth. “Now it’s your turn.” Behind her, Derek pushed his chest and hips against her back and ass and slid both hands down over her stomach to part the lips of her pussy. He rubbed his cock back and forth between them. Sucking in a deep breath, Ruth shivered and closed her eyes. If she looked down, she’d see that wonderful cock sticking out between her legs. She moaned. To have two men satisfying her every desire. To belong to two men. A small part of her brain shook off the fog of passion. Belong? To a man? Her? She blinked. Ruth Mallory belong to a man? Bullshit!
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Gritting her teeth, she fought her way through the foggy passion muddling her mind and glared at the man in front of her. “I don’t -- belong -- to any -- man.” Derek continued to rub his cock between her legs. She fought back the surge of desire. The vampire stared at her with dark, unblinking eyes and smiled. “Yes, love, you do belong to us, don’t you agree?” Ruth shuddered. Alastair’s stare was sensuous and commanding, provocative and coercive. His assertion that she belonged to him filled her mind, body, and soul. Her body and soul acquiesced completely. Her mind rebelled. Sucking in a deep breath, she glared back. “No!” Derek thumbed her clit. “Spread your legs wider, sweetheart.” He slid a finger of his other hand into her. She forced her body to remain still. Alastair’s voice slid an octave lower, became more compelling. His stare became more intense. “Obey Derek, love.” The werewolf slid his finger into her again. Ruth’s body began to melt. Her mind continued rebelling. Obey! Like hell. She stared directly into Alastair’s eyes. “I don’t obey any man.” Derek stopped his caresses. “Alastair, she’s not listening to you.” The vampire wrinkled his brow. “I noticed.” Stepping back, he cocked his head to the side. “She’s too strong-willed. I can’t control her mind or compel her to do anything. As long as she refuses me, there’s not a thing I can do.” Derek’s body tensed against her back. His cock pulsed against her ass. “Do you think she’s the One?” Alastair cupped her left breast. Her heart pounded beneath his hand.
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As she stared into the vampire’s face with what she hoped was a disdainful expression, Ruth struggled to remain focused against the almost overpowering need to surrender her body, soul, and mind to these two men. Frantically, she fought the urge to give in by grasping at Derek and Alastair’s conversation. Derek had referred to the One twice. What were they talking about? The vampire shifted, causing Ruth to focus on him. “Are you the One for Derek and me, love?” Smiling, Alastair unbuttoned his jeans. Ever so slowly, the zipper started to slide down by itself. Ruth’s gaze followed it. The head of his cock became visible. She wrenched her eyes away, bared her teeth, and glared at him. Cupping her other breast, he smiled. “Maybe you are the One for us. We’ll know by morning, won’t we?”
Chapter 6 Ruth sucked in a deep breath. “You aren’t going to find out anything.” His chuckle danced around her body. Cock pressed firmly against her ass, Derek slid his hands up and down her back and sides. Alastair stepped closer until only the back of the chair on which she knelt separated them. “Derek is very good with his hands, love.” The door slammed as Bill reentered the room. Ignoring them, he joined Carolle on the sofa, spreading her legs with his knees. He sucked on her left breast, rammed his cock into her, and began to pump his hips. Groaning, Carolle grabbed his ass and matched his thrusts with her own. “Your friend is going to come again,” Derek whispered. “I heard every word of your conversation this morning. Don’t you want to find out what it’s like to come with a man’s cock buried deep inside of you?” Ruth closed her eyes. How had she gotten herself into this predicament? She should be screaming with anger and fear, yet all she wanted to do was let these two men kiss, suck, and fuck her until she couldn’t remember her own name. No! How could she possibly be that stupid? That irresponsible? No way! She had to do something -- anything to gain control. Derek began to nibble on the back of her neck. She fought against the desire swamping her body. “Let me go!” Reaching over the back of the wingback chair, Alastair lifted her up and over without any effort. “My room, Derek. Now!” “I said no!”
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Sucking in a deep breath, the vampire stared into her eyes. “You don’t mean that, do you, Ruth? You don’t want Derek to stop stroking you, sliding his cock in and out. You’re enjoying it too much. It feels so good, doesn’t it?” Stepping around the chair she’d just occupied, the werewolf stroked her ass. “You do like me, don’t you, sweetheart? I like you, very, very much. More than any woman I’ve ever met.” Derek began to stroke her again, the rough calluses on his palms and fingers tantalizing her already sensitive skin. “My cock is bigger than Derek’s,” Alastair whispered against her neck. “But mine’s thicker,” the werewolf murmured. Choking back sobs of acquiescence, Ruth gritted her teeth. They wanted her to agree. Her denial was stopping them -- now. But how long would they listen to her? If she couldn’t escape -- and these two men were not going to allow that -- then if she succumbed, what they did had to be done her way. “Conditions,” she gasped. “I have -- conditions.” “Agreed!” Alastair stated. “We haven’t heard them yet, Alastair,” Derek murmured against her shoulder. “It doesn’t matter,” the vampire said. “I want her too much now not to agree to anything she says.” A spark of triumph flared in Ruth’s stomach. “You can’t hurt me.” “Neither one of us would ever hurt you, love,” Alastair said, his dark gaze locked with hers. “You can’t do anything I don’t want you to do.” “Never,” Derek whispered against the side of her neck Alastair dipped his head and took her mouth prisoner. His tongue attacked hers, sparred with hers, mated with hers. Finally, he freed her mouth and lifted his head. “Anything else?” Ruth swallowed, opened her mouth, swallowed again. “I -- I’ll -- let you know -if I think of anything.”
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His smile was blinding. “Agreed.” Sliding one arm under her legs and shifting the other so it was under her shoulders, he spun around, hurried across the room, and leapt up the stairway into the inky darkness.
As Alastair strode down the hallway to his room, his mind whirled around the implications of what had happened with this woman downstairs. He’d exerted every bit of his formidable will to compel Ruth into obedience, and his power hadn’t had any effect on her. Why? No man or woman had ever been strong enough to deny him, not even when he’d first become a vampire. Could she be the One? Shouldering the door to his room open, he walked inside and laid Ruth on the silk sheets of his king-sized bed. She immediately rolled to the center of the bed. Behind him, the door clicked shut. The scent of Derek’s arousal permeated the room. She was unable to control a quaver in her voice. “Turn on a light.” Alastair smiled. Maybe she wasn’t completely unaffected. “We want to see you too, love.” He waved his hand and the dim lights mounted at the juncture of the wall and ceiling came on. Ruth sat in the middle of the bed, her legs pulled up before her. Her chin was up and determination swam in her eyes. She was without a doubt the bravest woman he’d ever met. His cock throbbed. He’d never ached this much to possess a woman. “What did he mean?” Alastair cocked an eyebrow. Her eyes narrowed as she jerked her chin at Derek. “He said I might be the One. What did he mean?” After sliding his jeans down over his hips, Alastair kicked them across the room and sat down on the side of the bed, sighing with pleasure as the cool silk caressed his tight balls.
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Derek stepped to the foot of the bed and stood there, arms crossed over his chest, legs slightly spread, his cock spearing the air before him, stiff and heavy. Ruth’s eyes darted from one to the other. “Well?” Reclining on his side, Alastair slid closer. “He’s wondering if you’re the one woman who will bind yourself to both of us for all eternity to create a trinity of love and power few beings ever achieve. Among vampires, such unions are so rare they’re more legend than reality. For werewolves, the Trinity is a myth. Very few vampires or werewolves are willing to make the attempt because the first part is to bond with a werewolf or vampire of the same sex.” The surprise on her face was obvious. “Bond together? You have sex with each other?” Both men laughed. Alastair smiled at Derek. His friend grinned back. Both turned their attention back to Ruth. “As handsome and well-endowed as he is,” Alastair said with a chuckle, “he’s not really my type nor I his. We fuck women, not each other. No, the bond demands that we share our women. For vampires that’s rarely a problem, but werewolves aren’t so accommodating. They mate for life and remain faithful to their mates. Asking a werewolf to share his woman with another is apt to cause a vicious fight. What’s more, most werewolves don’t trust vampires.” Derek laughed out loud. “And why should we when you constantly compel our prey and our women away from us.” When Ruth glanced at Derek, Alastair slid closer to her. “I met Derek many years ago.” Derek snorted. “I saved his life.” Alastair chuckled. “The priest didn’t stand a chance against me.” “Keep telling yourself that.” Her gaze leapt from Derek to Alastair. “A priest was trying to kill you?”
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Reaching out, he slid his knuckles down the silky skin of her shin. “Yes, but I had the situation under control. I allowed him to get close enough to touch me so I could feed off him. I’d never had holy blood before.” Ruth jerked her legs away. “Feed?” “Nothing to worry about, sweetheart,” Derek murmured. “Alastair would never hurt a woman. That’s the main reason I gave up my alpha status with my pack.” “You were the leader?” “Yes, he was,” Alastair said as he gently gripped her ankle and pulled her leg down onto the bed. He bent and kissed her knee. “He’s been a pariah to most of his species ever since. But, if you are the woman to complete our Trinity, he’ll become a legend.” He kissed her thigh. Her voice became more breathless. “Why me?” Nostrils flaring, Alastair inhaled the hot, sweet scent emanating from between her legs. “Because I can’t control your mind so I have no power over you. The woman who would complete our Trinity must do so of her own free will, totally free of compulsion.”
As Alastair kissed the inside of her thigh, Ruth closed her eyes. Electric shivers danced up and down her spine, warmed her stomach, pricked her nipples, and stabbed her groin. Had no power over her? Like hell. This man or whatever he was had more power over her than anyone she’d ever met. Opening her eyes, she locked her gaze with Derek’s. Uncrossing his arms, he smiled and said, “I’m all yours, sweetheart.” She’d seen his face before and knew he was handsome. Now she could see the naked body that had been plastered against her back. His shoulders were broader than Alastair’s, his chest and arms more muscular. Honey-brown hair curled between his pectorals, tapering down over his flat stomach in an increasingly darker line to the full bush surrounding his erect cock. A cock that had already been buried deep inside her.
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Still smiling, he grasped his cock and began to pump it. “I’m hotter than I’ve ever been for a woman.” As she opened her mouth, Alastair kissed her thigh. His lips wandered over her hip to her shaven pussy. Her words became a groan. “Slide down, love,” the vampire whispered. His mouth drifted lower. Her taut nipples tingling, she closed her eyes. Fingers were wrapped around her ankle, and gentle pressure pulled until she was lying flat. Alastair dragged his tongue up her stomach to her right nipple, to her collarbone, to her chin and then, finally, to her mouth. At first, his kiss was gentle, his lips caressing hers, the tip of his tongue tantalizing the corner of her mouth. Sighing, she opened her mouth and slid her tongue against his. His groan was triumphant. As he cupped her breast and rubbed her nipple with his thumb, she shuddered with pleasure. His kiss deepened, became more demanding. She buried her hands in his silky hair and sucked his tongue into her mouth. He pushed his hips closer to her and rubbed his cock against the outside of her thigh. Then, another pair of hands began to stroke her feet, her calves, the inside of her thighs. Hot breath teased her pussy. She stiffened. Alastair pulled his ravaging tongue out of her mouth and looked into her eyes. “We won’t hurt you. Say you want this.” Derek dragged his hot, wet tongue across the crease where the inside of her leg connected to her hip. Her cunt muscles contracted. Looking into Alastair’s deep, dark gaze, Ruth stared through legend and mystery to the very center of his being. Lust, hunger, passion -- and honesty -- stared back at her. At that moment, her mind stopped warring with her body and soul. “Yes,” she whispered against his mouth and spread her legs wide. As Derek captured her pussy
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with his mouth and stabbed his tongue into her cunt, Alastair sucked her tongue into his mouth. Ruth’s senses reeled as one man plundered her mouth while another ravaged her pussy. Alastair slid one arm under her shoulders, cupping and stroking her breasts with the other. Derek’s tongue and lips wreaked havoc between her legs. “Ah!” She arched her hips into his mouth. “That’s it, love. Come into Derek’s mouth,” Alastair whispered as he raised his head and lifted her higher in his arms. “Look down, love. Watch Derek.” As Alastair supported her, Ruth opened her eyes. Derek had his tongue shoved into her cunt as far as it would go. His teeth grazed her clit. She arched again. “Yes, love. Come for us.” “Oh God!” She locked her legs around Derek’s head and rode his tongue until her body seemed to fly apart. As she lay shuddering in Alastair’s arms, Derek rose up onto his knees and grabbed his cock. “Not yet,” Alastair said. “I’d like to taste her too, without your semen to flavor her.” Chuckling, Derek rolled over to Ruth’s other side and leaned against the bed’s high headboard. Lifting her into his arms, he pulled her back against his body until she was half sitting and half lying against him, the silky hairs of his chest and groin caressing her back and ass. “Move your cock,” Alastair said as he settled between her legs. “I want to taste her, not you.” As Derek complied with another chuckle, Alastair attacked her clit with his tongue. Still shuddering from the orgasm Derek had given her, Ruth screamed when Alastair sucked on the sensitive nub. When she arched into his face, he grabbed her ass and lifted her hips even higher.
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She dug her fingers into Derek’s hard thighs.
“Hmmmm,” the vampire said against her cunt. “Delicious.”
“How much do you play with yourself, sweetheart?” Derek whispered into her
ear. “You were masturbating when we came to your house tonight, weren’t you? I could smell the sex on you when you came downstairs.” He pinched her nipples. His cock rested between her ass cheeks. “Go ahead, spread your lips with your hands for Alastair. He likes to suck on fingers and pussies at the same time.” He nuzzled her ear and kissed at the junction of her neck and shoulder. As Alastair sucked and lapped her cunt, Ruth buried her fingers in his hair, caressed the sides of his head, then slid her fingers down over his cheeks. As she brushed one of his fangs, she shuddered. “Spread yourself for me, love.” He sucked one of her fingers into his mouth. Derek used his knees to force her legs further apart. He pushed his cock against her ass and flexed his hips. His breathing became harsher. “Have you ever had a man in your ass, sweetheart?” Ruth froze. “No!”
Alastair chuckled against her. “No ass work, Derek, not tonight anyway.”
“Hurry up, then. My cock has never been this hard, and my balls feel like they’re
going to burst.” Laughing, Alastair lifted himself from between Ruth’s thighs. “Fuck her then.” “No!” Both men froze. “You can’t mean for us to stop now?” Alastair’s voice was low -and dangerous. He slid his fingers between her thighs and pinched her clit. Her stomach muscles tightened, cunt clenched. Waves of heat accompanied her orgasm. Sobbing, Ruth shook in Derek’s arms. “Not -- fucking. I’m -- more than -- that.” Alastair stared down at her. “Yes. Yes, you are much, much more than just a woman to fuck. I apologize for my crudeness. I promise it won’t happen again. Will you forgive me?”
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Ruth nodded. As he lifted her off his body, Derek murmured, “I want to love your body, Ruth. You have my cock so fucking hard it hurts. I need to bury it deep inside you until I come. Will you allow me to do this?” As she settled onto her knees before him, the memory of how he had played her body earlier with his thick cock returned. Her cunt muscles clenched even more with anticipation. “Yes, oh yes.” She buried her face in her arms. Derek positioned himself behind her and slowly buried his cock inside her. “Ahhhh, but you’re wet. That’s it, tighten your pussy around me.” He withdrew his cock then pushed it back in, faster, harder, deeper. She pushed her ass back against his thighs and sucked his cock deeper.
“Open your eyes, love.”
She complied.
Kneeling before her, his legs spread wide, his cock jutting straight out toward
her, was Alastair. “I know how you taste. Aren’t you curious about me?”
Chapter 7 Ruth didn’t bother answering. She just dragged her tongue down one side of his cock and up the other before sucking it into her mouth. He laced his fingers through her hair and began to pump his hips. “That’s it, love. Fuck, but your mouth feels great.” “So does her pussy,” Derek panted behind her. Quickly, Ruth picked up the rhythm of having two men making love to her at the same time. When Derek thrust his hips against her ass and pushed her forward, she loosened her throat and sucked Alastair’s cock deeper. When Derek pulled his cock out, she pulled back off Alastair. Both men’s groans and gasps were music to her ears -- and her body was getting hotter and hotter. She’d already orgasmed twice from their fingers and mouths, and the tension in her body was winding tighter with every thrust of Derek’s cock. “I can’t hold back much longer, Alastair,” Derek groaned as he thrust his hips against her ass. “My balls are on fire.” “Let it go,” the vampire snarled. “I’m close too, and I want to bury my cock in her cunt when I come.” Sucking on Alastair’s cock, Ruth shuddered. Their conversation was almost as stimulating as their bodies. “Now, Alastair, now.” Pulling his cock from her mouth, Alastair lifted Ruth until she was pinned between Derek and him. “Arch your back, love. Derek’s ready to come.” As the big man thrust his cock into her one last time, Alastair pushed Ruth slightly to the side and buried his fangs in Derek’s shoulder. “Arghhhhhhhhh!”
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She could feel Derek’s heart thudding against her back, and if she hadn’t been squeezed between them, Ruth would have been driven off the bed from the force of his thrusts. Heat rippled outwards from her cunt as Derek’s cock throbbed inside of her. “Oh God, I’m going to come!” Then, her cunt muscles tightened around his cock, molding to it as his hot cum spurted into her.
His cock throbbing against Ruth’s belly, Alastair pulled his mouth from Derek’s shoulder and licked his lips. That bit of blood had only whetted his appetite. His entire body ached with the need to bury his cock and fangs into Ruth. But first, she had to swallow some of Derek’s blood. Wiping two fingers against the werewolf’s bloody shoulder, he lifted the precious liquid to her lips. “Take this, Ruth. Begin the ritual.” When her mouth opened, he slid his fingers inside and wiped the blood on her tongue. With his other hand, he fingered her clit. As she threw back her head and moaned with another orgasm, he lifted her off Derek’s cock and dropped her onto his. Immediately, his balls contracted and began to burn as her cunt muscles tightened then loosened then tightened, trying to milk the cum out of his cock. Fuck, but she was hot and wet. He wasn’t going to last long before he exploded. “She likes it hard and deep, Alastair,” Derek panted from behind her. “Screw her deep. I’ll hold her for you.” Between them, Ruth arched her back and moaned. “Oh, God, oh God, oh God.” Her tight, pink nipples beckoned. Alastair nipped one, then the other. “Spread her legs wider for me, Derek, so I can get deeper.” Still panting from his own orgasm, Derek stroked his hands down Ruth’s tight stomach to her quivering thighs. He stretched them further apart, using his own thighs to hold hers as wide apart as she could manage. Twisting his hips, Alastair screwed his cock deeper.
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Derek leaned back a bit, his thigh muscles straining as Ruth lay against his torso while Alastair fucked her. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them. Her ass rubbed his still hard cock. She moaned. “Yes, oh yes. Alastair. Harder. Deeper. Fuck me. Make me come again.” Alastair pumped harder. “Finger her ass, Derek. I want her to come like she’s never come before.” “She said no.” “She won’t now, will you, love?” He bent his head and nipped her shoulder.
Her heart thudding in her chest, Ruth screwed herself further down onto Alastair’s cock and tilted her head to the side as he suckled her neck. Perspiration coated her body and the scent of sex filled the air. Moisture and cum, both hers and Derek’s, trickled down the insides of her thighs. And she was close to coming again. When Derek slid a slippery finger into her ass, her muscles tightened around it. Simultaneously, Alastair shoved his cock as deep as he could, shooting his hot cum into her and burying his fangs into the side of her neck. As pinpricks of icy fire burned in her neck, her orgasm erupted like a volcano. Grasping the rock hard cock buried deep inside her cunt, her muscles tightened then relaxed over and over and over, milking every last drop of his cum. Bright lights flashed before her eyes as her stomach dipped and rolled. Her breasts swelled and her nipples burned. And her cunt roared with the heat of a bonfire. Dimly, she felt Alastair lift his head from her neck only to have it replaced by Derek’s. As he sucked, Alastair’s voice forced its way through the deafening explosions in her ears. “Drink my blood, love. Please.” Opening her eyes, Ruth focused on a new cut immediately above Alastair’s left nipple. Derek lifted his head from her neck, and she leaned forward, swiped Alastair’s chest with her tongue, then sucked on both the cut and nipple. As the man before her stiffened, Derek wrapped his arms around both of them.
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Deep inside her, Alastair’s cock seemed to swell and lengthen. Hot cum spurted into her again as he pumped his hips and threw back his head. “We -- are -- one!” Derek groaned and more hot cum spurted against her ass. Then, almost as if they were in slow motion, they all toppled down onto the cool, silky sheet. The flashing lights spinning around Ruth’s head winked out.
*** Alastair knew she was gone as soon as he opened his eyes. “Where is she?”
Derek turned away from the window. “She said she’d be at home.”
“This is home.”
Derek smiled. “That’s what I said. She said she wasn’t about to live in a pigsty.”
Raking his fingers through his hair, Alastair swung his legs over the side of the
bed and sat up. “She has a point. William is something of a slob.” Snorting, Derek turned and looked back out the window. “I’ve kept an eye on her. She left the house once but was back within the hour.” “You let her go alone?” “You really think she would have let me tag along?” Alastair sighed. “Another point.” Before he could say any more, the door burst open. “Where is she? Where’s my cop?” Derek’s grin spread from ear to ear. “Ruth woke her and told her to go home.” “Fucking bitch. I’ll teach her to take my woman.” In the blink of an eye, Alastair was across the room and had slammed his nephew up against the wall, dangling him a good two feet off the floor. Slowly, he tightened his fingers around his nephew’s throat. “She -- is -- ours,” he said in a low voice. “If you hurt her in any way, I’ll tear you apart -- very slowly.” Sauntering across the room, Derek laid a hand on Alastair’s arm. “Much as I’d enjoy seeing you beat the crap out of him, you’d probably regret it tomorrow.” Alastair relaxed his hold, and his nephew slid down the wall until his feet landed on the floor.
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Bill rubbed his throat. “What the fuck did I say?” “We formed a Trinity last night.” Bill froze and stared from his uncle to Derek. “A Trinity? I thought that was just a legend?” Turning away, Alastair headed for his bathroom. “Apparently not.” He closed the door behind him. Bill looked at Derek. “Well, fuck. Now what?” Shrugging, Derek grinned a toothy grin. “I’m following Alastair’s lead on this one. To my people, the Trinity was a myth. But,” he added as he stabbed his finger into Bill’s chest, “you don’t have to worry about Alastair tearing you limb from limb. If you so much as irritate Ruth in any way, I’ll rip your throat out.”
*** Smiling, Ruth straightened the scoop-necked sweater she was wearing, turned on some Christmas music full blast, and danced around the room. What a night! Both men had made love to her again and again. She’d come more times than she could count, so often that one orgasm simply melted into the next. Lifting her arms above her head, she closed her eyes, stretched, and whirled. She’d been right. She needed two men. Damn, but she was a lucky woman. Lowering her arms, she stopped dancing and stared at her Christmas tree. She was a lucky woman, wasn’t she? Two men? What would she tell her friends? What would they say? Would they understand? Would they even try to understand? “Hell. I don’t even know if I understand,” she muttered to the tree as she adjusted a crooked reindeer ornament. Her cat twined back and forth between her legs. Picking her up, she cuddled the fluffy, white ball of fur in her arms. “What do you think, Snowball? Am I crazy or what?” The cat purred.
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Ruth sniffed. “Here I am asking a cat who mated three different toms in one night before I had her spayed.” Snowball purred more loudly and rubbed her cheek against Ruth’s knuckles. “I just hope you like werewolves.” “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.” Hissing, Snowball leapt from Ruth’s arms and disappeared under the tree. “Guess that answers that question,” Ruth muttered to herself as she turned. Derek was standing before her. Cupping her face in his hands, he stared down at her, golden flecks sparkling in his hazel eyes. “Last night, I didn’t kiss you the way you deserved. I promise it won’t happen again.” Leaning down, he brushed his lips against hers, once, twice, a third time. As she sighed, he moved his mouth against hers slowly, softly. He nibbled the corner of her lips then sucked on the lower one. When she moaned, he teased her mouth open with his tongue and slipped it inside to caress her. Ruth rolled her tongue against his then pulled it back. He slanted his mouth over hers and sucked her tongue, mating with it in a frenzied dance. She grabbed onto the lapels of his jacket and held on for dear life. He kissed her long, hard, and deep, seemingly sucking the very soul from her body -- while he breathed his own into her. When he finally lifted his head, he stared down into her face and said, “You are the other half of my soul.” He brushed his lips against hers once more and dropped his hands from her face to wrap his arms around her and hug her against his heart. Closing her eyes, Ruth buried her face against his chest. The other half of his soul? Really? “I have a present for you.” Releasing her, he stepped back, reached into the inner pocket of his jacket, and held out a wide, flat box. As she stared at it, he chuckled and flipped the lid open. A collar of beaten gold with three blood-red rubies lay on the black velvet. “Turn around and let me put it on.”
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After a swift glance into his smiling face, she turned and he settled the necklace around her neck, taking time to caress her bare skin with the pads of his fingers after he’d fastened it. Ruth stared at herself in the mirror that hung by her front door. The necklace rested at the base of her neck on the edge of her collarbone, its width gradually widening from a narrow chain at the back of her neck to a wide, rounded point on her breastbone. There, on the necklace’s widest section, the three oval rubies, two set above one, flashed and sparkled as she swayed slightly. He rested his hands on her shoulders and kissed her neck. “Do you like it?”
Ruth dragged her finger along the smooth gold. “It’s beautiful.”
“There’s a ring that goes with it.”
Spinning, she stepped around Derek.
Dressed in a well-cut black suit, Alastair walked across the room. When he
reached them, he held out another, much smaller black box that was already open. Three more rubies, burning with icy red fire, nestled against each other on a gold band. Before she could say a word, he lifted her left hand and slid the ring on her finger. Then he lifted her hand and brushed his lips against her knuckles. “They suit you, love.” Ruth looked from one man to the other. “What…” She swallowed. “What exactly have I gotten myself into? I mean, I don’t know anything about you.” Derek grinned. “I’m a carpenter, a carver to be exact. I design and construct custom made furniture.” “That’s why he’s so good with his hands,” Alastair added in his deep seductive voice. “I’ve watched him caress a piece of wood like it was a woman’s body.” Ruth’s breath caught in her throat. Derek slid his arm around her waist. “Alastair’s the money man. He bankrolled the business. That’s how we met.” He kissed her neck. “I thought you met when you saved his life.” She tilted her head to the side.
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Dark fire flashed in Alastair’s eyes. “Our meeting was interrupted by a priest who wanted to dispose of -- Satan’s servant, I believe he called me.” “Are you?” Alastair cocked his head. “Satan’s servant? No, no more than you are. You aren’t one of his servants, are you? That could present a problem.” Ruth gulped. “No!” His mouth next to her ear, Derek chuckled softly. “Don’t mind Alastair, sweetheart. He has a funny sense of humor.” “Funny sense of humor! Humor!” Ruth snorted. “More like madness. Mine. Here I am with a vampire and a werewolf who tell me I’m part of some crazy sex triangle. I have to be dreaming. I’m probably going to wake up somewhere wearing a straightjacket in a room with white walls,” she mumbled, mostly to herself. Alastair smiled at her. “Not a dream, love, a future you never thought possible.” “You can say that again.” She stared at both of them. “So this is all real?” Both of them smiled at her. “Don’t you want it to be?” Alastair asked. “You drank our blood just as we drank yours. We’re all part of each other now.” She stared from one to the other. Heaven help her, but she did want it to be real. Maybe she was crazy, but last night had been -- magic -- and right, oh so very right. She was sure of that to the depths of her soul. After only one night, she couldn’t begin to imagine a future without both of them. Then she blinked. The blood. “Ummmm, am I going to turn into a vampire or werewolf or something?” “A little of both, I imagine,” Alastair answered. “I’m going to have to do searching for that answer. There have been so few Trinities, and those were centuries ago, so how the three members are affected isn’t common knowledge. One thing I am sure of is that all three of us will profit from our alliance in many ways.” “As long as I’m not going to turn into some kind of hairy, blood-sucking monster.”
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Both men chuckled. Ruth fingered her necklace and stared at them. Without a doubt, they were the two most handsome men she’d ever seen. Butterflies danced in her stomach and her heart flipped over. Yeah, they were keepers. “Wait here.” Turning, she leapt up the stairway, returning in a few minutes. “I have something for the two of you, too. If I’m going to wear rubies, so are you.” She popped open the box she was carrying. A pair of earrings lay there, each consisting of three, small, perfect rubies. “They were my aunt’s. I never understood why she left them to me instead of one of her daughters.” Derek grinned. “Fate.”
Alastair lifted an earring from the box. “You’ll have to put it in, love.”
Ruth stared at his ear. “But you don’t have a hole in your ear.”
He grinned. “I will after it’s in.”
“But…”
Derek grabbed a chair and slid it over to Alastair. “I don’t have any holes in my
ears either, sweetheart.” Inhaling Alastair’s spicy scent as he settled into the chair, Ruth shuddered. He not only looked sexy, he smelled sexy. Licking her lips, she brushed his silky, dark hair away and placed the post of the earring against his earlobe. “This post is sharper than a normal earring’s but it will still hurt.” She pushed before he had time to answer. The earring slid into his earlobe far more easily than she expected.
When she brought her finger from behind his ear, a crimson bead of blood rested
on the tip. Ruth stared at it. Her eyeteeth ached. “Swallow it, love,” Alastair whispered. Slowly she lifted her finger to her mouth. Parting her lips, she licked the blood from it. Warmth -- and longing -- permeated her being.
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“Put my earring in, sweetheart,” Derek murmured. His arm around her waist, Alastair stood by her side and handed her the other earring. Sucking in a deep breath, Ruth stabbed the other ruby earring into Derek’s ear. Again, it entered easily. Again, a drop of blood dribbled onto her finger. Alastair kissed the side of her neck. “Swallow it,” he whispered into her ear. She sucked her finger into her mouth. A blazing fire incinerated the butterflies in her stomach. Her heart swelled with intense feelings that burned a fiery path through her body. Could this be love? Derek’s mouth replaced her fingers against her lips. “I’m yours, Ruth, only yours. Forever.” Her men on both sides, Ruth’s brain latched onto the merry Christmas music leaping from the radio. Dashing through the snow… Alastair nibbled her collarbone. “I’ll never need another woman. Only you can satisfy me. You hold my heart in your hands.” Joy mixed with the waves of pleasure surging through her body. Hers. They were her men. While Derek kneaded her breast, pulled open the fastening on her slacks, and slipped his hand down her panties to slide a finger into her cunt, Alastair nipped the back of her neck, massaged her ass, and rubbed the erection straining against the front of his trousers against it. As a sexual haze settled around her, the happy melody settled into her brain. Jingle Bites, jingle bites, jingle all the way…
The End
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