Crimson Bonds 18+ Excerpt
Eyes sparked mischievously as they flicked a glance to Ru. “Who said anything about leaving?” He dimmed the lights, turning a charming grin in the direction of his love. “Now, yer were saying?” He offered a hand to Brett and led her toward the bed.
Ruark watched Brett and Al warily a moment, but he couldn't stop the smile blossoming as Brett slid her hand into Al's.
“Well he can't sleep with his clothes on. You know how he gets all wormy if he's not comfortable. And he definitely looks less than comfy now.”
The pair split and sat on either side of Ruark. Al shook his head. “Ye’re enjoying this too much, boy.” Undoing the buttons of Ruark’s shirt he let his fingers linger over the cool skin in between.
Brett’s smile softened as she slid in on the other side, working on his shirt from the bottom up. Nails lightly raked over the flat washboard abs. “He can't be enjoying it too much, Ali. He hasn't attacked yet.” Privately she asked Alastair, “Are you…comfortable with this?”
“Quite the contrary.” Ruark’s smile grew as he let them undress him, in heaven with both of the people he loved.
Al paused to consider, opening Ru's shirt to place a kiss over his heart, a strangely sentimental act from the big blonde vampire. But for some reason he was comfortable with them, and this. He nodded to Brett. “Aye, lass. Are you?”
Brett calmed as she pushed open the sides of Ruark's shirt, leaning in to lick at his lower abs, snaking her tongue into his navel to tease and tickle. Ruark shuddered, eyes closing as he felt the touch of her tongue on his flesh. He caressed her hair, curling his fingers in the soft golden tresses.
Alastair ran his hands down Ru's cool body. “Yer did well ternight” he whispered, nuzzling the darker man’s chest as his fingers crawled down to cup and caress Ruark’s crotch.
Her eyes drifted up the expanse of Ru's sculpted chest, winking to Al as her lips drifted lower. Her teeth lightly bit the leather around the button closure of his pants, twisting and tugging to free it.
As if working in unison, a team with a full-out battle plan, Alastair reached into the fabric and massaged Ruark skin to skin, taking him out to offer Brett. His lips sought Ru's neck, tongue wending its way against pleasure points before running along his jaw and placing a kiss on his lover's lips.
Brett slid her lips down the length of flesh Al held for her, only stopping when she reached his grip to lick lightly at his fingers. Suckling hard she pulled all the way to the tip before plunging again, a soft moan lost in her chest as she shifted to lay against his legs for better access.
Ruark gasped at the dual assault, fingers tightening in Brett's hair as he gritted his teeth. He lunged into Al’s kiss, deepening it. Their tongues touched and danced, some of the old magic flowing between them. A moan from Ru and Alastair was fully aroused, the jeans almost painfully tight. Even the sounds of Brett going down on Ru made him ache.
She worked him over slowly and methodically, eyes closing in bliss at the feel and taste of him. Her thighs clenched together at the sound of his moan lost in Al's mouth.
Writhing under his wife’s ministrations Ruark coaxed Al's tongue into his mouth to suck and lick softly. It was sheer bliss. He could die happy.
Moving to rest between Ruark's parted thighs Brett watched the kiss as she lapped at his length. A twitch of Al's hips drew her gaze to the bulge grinding against Ruark's thigh. She reached over to pop the buttons of his fly, letting him spring free from the tight confines of the denim.
Al moaned into the kiss, the release heavenly in itself with the rush of cooler air against his heated flesh. That it came from Brett was interesting and even more arousing. He lapped at Ru's lips before turning to look at her where she lay between Ru's thighs.
Her deep blue eyes smoldered as she stared at him. Fingers tentatively wrapped around him as her tongue tripped up the cock before her to tickle just beneath the swell of Ruark's head.
Al smiled a lust driven smile. He’d never looked at Brett in that respect. He’d had women as a means to an end, but this was a new development. Releasing his iron grip on Ruark’s lance he caressed her cheek, a soft touch. Her hand tightened, pumping him as he pushed into her grip.
Ruark arched up when Brett’s softer fingers replaced Alastair’s, her lips still teasing and hot against him. He looked down at her as Al did, watching her stroke his lover's cock. Moaning loudly, he fought the urge to climax then and there. His wildest fantasy was coming to life tonight.
A blush stole through her cheeks as her fingers pulled away from the twitching length of Al's cock. Her lips pulled back mid-kiss on Ruark's length as she sat up on her knees between his.
“Brett, please love, dinnae worry. I’ve dreamt of this for a long time.”
Al left the bed and moved around behind Brett’s back, crowding her in as he pulled Ru's pants off, working his feet out so Brett was front and center for the unveiling. She shuddered with him against her back, eyes half-closing before Al stood back and removed his own jeans behind her. He returned naked to Ruark’s side, propped on an elbow. Caressing down his lover’s chest and thigh, his fingers brushed against her knee. “Yer turn, lassie.” His eyes roved over Brett's blouse and skirt, a beckoning and a challenge in the sea-green depths.
Skimming his fingers down Alastair’s body Ruark grinned. “Mmm. Strip for me baby.” He loved watching her move, the fast rise and fall of her chest, the blush creeping up her neck as she looked over their beautiful bodies. Men were supposed to be handsome, not the godlike specimens before her. Trembling fingers lifted to undo the buttons down her shirt, peeling it off to leave her in her long skirt and bra. She stalled, hands fluttering before her flat belly.
Al sat up and walked on his knees across the bed, invading her personal space as he came up tight behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Placing a soft kiss on her shoulder he pulled her hands away and settled them at her sides. “Allow me?” He unclasped her bra, sliding the straps down her arms to toss it aside as his hands lifted and caressed her breasts for Ru to see. The weight and fullness distracted him a moment before those fingers slid down her ribs to unzip the back of her long skirt.
Ruark shifted to sit up more against the pillows, eyes heated at the sight of pale hands against her golden flesh. “Gods this is something I’ve wanted for so long.” Al's hands on Brett's body caused him to harden even more.
Head dropping back against Al's shoulder as his hands slid around her hips, it tilted to the side as his lips brushed over her pounding pulse. His hands moved to her elbows to help her stand on the bed as he slowly skinned the skirt down her thighs. A black satin thong rode high on her hips, silk thigh-highs clinging to the muscles that flexed as he moved her to the edge of the bed, standing himself to remove her boots. Her nipples stabbed at the air as her chest rose and fell on unneeded breaths.
Al smiled behind her, his fingers deftly finding her soft spots as they slid back up her legs to hook into the thong and glide it down. Deep sea-green eyes took pleasure from her all-too feminine body, more than he expected.
Ruark sighed, loving the sight of both his lovers enjoying each other. Dark green eyes raked over every curve of her body, over every hard muscle of Alastair's. “Gods ye’re both beautiful.”
Brett shifted to free her tiny feet, the firm curve of her backside brushing against Al’s chest as he crowded behind her. Her eyes opened, surprised at the continual bobbing twitch of Ruark’s cock. Emboldened by the lust in his eyes she half turned in Al's loose embrace, her hands on his shoulders as she stepped down clad only in her stockings.
Alastair’s lust flared at Ru's passion filled words, the need nearly choking him. “Ye have taste, Ru. I've nae felt like this for a long time.” His mind was open to them both as he pulled Brett into a naked embrace, hard against her belly, his own tight muscles rippling under the skin as he moved.
Brett licked at his scar, tracing it with her tongue as she twined her arms around him, small hands sliding down his back to cup the firm globes of his ass. He let out a shaky breath, the skin around the scar prickling with sensitivity. Her tongue shifted to lap at a flat nipple, teasing it into a hard bud before she nipped it.
Ruark shivered, moving to stroke his own length. He squeezed the head with each slow stroke trying to keep from releasing too soon.
“Of course he does. Look at his first and longest choice of lover.” Brett slid her lips down Al’s skin as she slowly dropped to her knees. Her cheek nuzzled the brazen hardness of his flesh as she kissed that tender hollow inside the cut of his hip bone. His fingers wandered through the silken blond hair caressing his legs, muscles tensing from his abs to his toes as her face came into close proximity, but he calmed himself. His eyes drifted towards Ru with a lust-tinged loving smile on his lips.
Ruark stilled his stroking, squeezing the base of his length tightly to stop the rush of release, groaning as he looked over them.
Brett watched Al look to Ru, her eyes shifting to judge his reaction as she gripped the turgid flesh before her, pulling it to her parted lips to quickly swallow all she could.
A soft grunt punctuated the air as her little mouth enveloped him. Oh gods it felt good. He hadn’t gotten any since Keane, and there was no comparison. The revulsion there had been paramount. But this, this was exquisite. He was inanely jealous of Ru and in awe of the situation at the same time as her facile little tongue teased him to the brink of his hardness. He let her explore his body a little longer before pulling away, swiftly lifting her into place on the bed with her back to Ruark between his legs. He pressed her close to Ruark’s torso as he kissed a trail from one breast to the other. His tongue swirled around the sensitive tip in an unrelenting assault.
She fell back with a moan. Ruark’s long hot flesh stabbed between her shoulder blades, thrusting against her silken skin. Shifting his back against the headboard to reach her other breast, Ruark rolled the nipple into an even tighter bud as he watched Al tease her with his tongue.
Al was relentless with the suck and pull on the full flesh as his hands caressed up and down Ruark’s thighs. Quickly he pushed up pressed her closer to Ruark’s body with his hips. Her legs wrapped around his trim waist as he shifted her up higher on Ru's chest. Her face turned to her husband pleading for a kiss as she lay trapped between their hard bodies, Al leaning in to lap at the side of her neck.
Feeding off her lips Ruark crushed the breast in his hand, shifting his other hand to touch Al’s chest. Sliding his fingers down the rock hard body he gripped the throbbing length, using the slick head to caress Brett's clit as he pumped.
Al purred at the duel touch of calloused palm and silken lips. His own hands curled around the headboard as his body pinned Brett tight against Ruark’s chest, the three of them connected in the moment. He groaned as Brett rolled her hips to tease him with her hot wet slit, the tight split of her bottom trapping and teasing Ruark’s length behind. She broke the kiss and turned to Al, an unmistaken pleading in her deep blue eyes.
That was all the invitation he needed. With Ru's guidance he impaled her, by no means a small boy. Brett gasped in shock at the sudden plunge, muscles tightening to hold him still a second so her body could adjust. She was always so tight to start. The grip shot a shiver down his spine, pulled a guttural moan up his throat. His eyes opened slowly, the stormy ocean greens filled with lust.
Feeling the pressure of Alastair entering Brett on his hips, Ruark pressed against her firm ass. He could have her any time he wanted, and the look in Al’s eyes proved he wanted her just as much as Ruark at that moment. Nipping at Brett's neck and shoulder he cupped her breasts, full and heavy in his hands.
Al worked himself slowly in and out of her, setting up a friction between them, rocking her over Ruark’s straining length. Skin patted softly against skin as she slowly relaxed and let him even deeper.
“Oh gods I can't take ye moving over me, Brett.” Ruark sounded almost in pain, but it was the need to be within her body. His arms tightened around her as he rocked his hips against the grinding over his groin.
Brett pushed on Al's chest, wriggling her hips to slide up Ruark’s body just enough to twist her tiny frame between the titans. She worked her way down his body, mons skimming low across Ru's pelvis to slide his twitching cock deep inside of her. Ruark shuddered as he slid into Brett’s slick heat, moaning deeply. Dark green eyes closed with the passion and desire running through him. Alastair waited until she stopped moving and was comfortable before he gripped her hips, pressed his throbbing head to her entrance and pushed, feeling Ru already deeply entrenched.
She purred as she relaxed to let Al slowly in. She was wet enough to accommodate them both, but it was a tight fit with their healthy endowments. She lay flat to Ruark's chest, breasts crushed between them as she squeezed down on both men buried deep inside her, moaning at the aching fullness.
Alastair ran a hand up her back, watching the skin prickle under his touch. He twined it through her hair as the other followed the line of her spine down her crack to massage her forbidden realm.
Ruark tried to press into her but most of his strength was gone and the rest was focused on not releasing his pleasure just yet. Meeting her eyes, he leaned up for a kiss from her soft tempting lips.
Brett’s hips involuntarily jerked up from the press to the base of her spine pulling her up for Al’s teasing caress. Her lips however were entirely under her control as she plundered Ruark's mouth with a long deep kiss. He caressed her back and sides as he kissed her deeply needing to taste her lips, her love in this one moment. A hand shifted to caress up and down Al's arm beside them as he lifted slightly under Brett pushing himself deeper and against the other straining cock inside. Al caressed her back, rubbing his thumb over the tight little hole as Ruark stroked his arm.
She rocked back on both rods of flesh, tightening as she moved, moaning deeply into Ruark's mouth as her passion took control. The feel of their twitching, pulsating lengths ground tight together was almost more than she could handle, and apparently the same for them. Al shivered against her back, denying the demands of release. Ruark groaned into her mouth, shuddering and levering his hips ever deeper. She clamped down hard on them as she pulled from the kiss and screamed, fangs descended in her absolute release. Her tiny hips forced her down harder, pushing her into a death grip climax around them both.
Al felt the edge approaching rapidly and could do nothing to halt it, did not wish to halt it. He wrapped his body around her and spiraled over the edge shuddering inside her. He growled into her neck, fighting the urge to bite. He was nearly out of control. Brett collapsed against Ruark's chest and Al rode her body down. Her fangs sank into Ruark’s chest as the climax rolled through her.
Ruark could no longer hold himself in check. Fingers dug into Al's arm and her side as he tensed, shooting jets of his thick cum deep inside her to mingle with theirs. The bite, the feel of Alastair and her were all too much.
Alastair withdrew slowly and moved to lie next to Ru giving him full access to his neck as he stroked his lover's thigh. Brett pulled back fearing she took too much as she licked his wound closed and rolled carefully to his other side, a thigh lazily draped over his as her arm fell across his stomach, fingers lightly brushing against Al's abs as her head rested on Ru's shoulder.
Ru rolled his head with the invitation, fangs making a jagged uneven strike against Al’s soft pale flesh. He suckled hard to pull as much of the rich pumping blood into his body as he could. With a haphazard lick he sealed the wound, eyes closed as he panted heavily. He couldn't have moved if his life depended on it.