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Filling her.

She moved to arch up to take him deeper, but hands stilled her hips.

“Let him do it, sweeting,” Bastien urged. “There will be some pain.”

“Try to relax,” Yannick murmured.

“You’re best to break the barrier in one plunge,” Bastien advised. Yannick lifted his head and glared. She glanced over at Bastien and caught his smile as he said, “I know you’ve no experience with virgins.”

“Thank you for sharing your vast wealth of knowledge, brother.”

She giggled. So inappropriate but she couldn’t help it. Yannick gave her a rueful smile before capturing her lips. His hips thrust forward.

One plunge.

Pain radiated. Althea tensed until her teeth ground together. Her fingers clenched and her nails dug into Yannick’s broad back. She sobbed, struggling to pull back. With nowhere to go, she could only jam her bottom down into the bed. Yannick held himself above her, head bowed, his tongue licking her lips. She shut her eyes tight and thought only of his warm tongue tracing the curve of her lower lip.

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Yannick’s mouth was still pressed to hers. Fingers rasped across her clit and she jolted in shock.

Yannick’s fingers, between their bodies. He brushed more soothing kisses on her mouth.

“Relax. It’s easing already, isn’t it?” Bastien whispered, and he drew more lazy spirals around her nipple with his tongue.

She nodded. To Bastien. Yannick. Both. Yes, he spoke the truth. The pain receded and a delicious fullness remained. “I think,” she whispered with a tentative squirm, “I am ready for more.” Arching her hips, she linked her hands behind Yannick’s neck and gazed into his shining eyes. Inch by exquisite inch, his length slid into her. Gently, slowly, he slid out, withdrawing to the tip.

Bastien teased her nipple and Yannick thrust back in until his groin pressed against his hand and drove his finger hard against her clit.

Lightning bolts seemed to dart across the canopy above at the contact.

She clung tight to his shoulders. He looked so agonized. Sweat beaded on his brow. Salty droplets fell and struck her lips, cool when they hit. One landed in her lashes. As she turned to blink it away, she saw Bastien’s golden head at her breast.

Oh, the intimacy of this was frightening. Thrilling. With a sob, she ran her hands down, down the deep curve of Yannick’s spine to the hollow of his back. He thrust again, invading deeper, harder, his hand rubbing mercilessly at her clit all the while.

He moved his hand. Her poor button throbbed with thwarted need. Desperate, she reached out to catch his wrist, to drag it back. Even though he had the experience and he knew best, she wanted his hand just where it was.

But he did know how to please in ways Althea couldn’t imagine. He splayed his massive hand beneath her rump, lifted her hips and as his hips collided with hers and ground against her swollen nub, she knew to trust.

To trust him.

Yannick held her up, open and welcoming as his strokes grew faster, harder. With each plunge, he drove his hips forward, driving in to the hilt. His ballocks bounced against her rear.

He shifted his hips and slid in higher. His thick shaft sawed across her clit.

Yes. Oh yes.

The rhythm commanded and she gave in to it. She had no idea how to dance, she’d never learned the steps, but instinct drove her to move to him and meet each thrust. Their slick bodies slapped, joined, slid apart. To her delight, she took him in deeper. Too deep once and she gasped at the shocking penetration, the push against her womb.

But she couldn’t quite match him; she dropped back and he fell out. With a desperate groan, he pushed back in. She tried not to make the same mistake, but did, and couldn’t concentrate on the pleasure at all for trying to time him.

He moaned and stroked her tangled hair back. “It is good, sweeting?”

“Good?” she breathed. “It is heaven and sin and the most wonderful, amazing thing I’ve ever experienced.”

Bastien laughed. “If she can tell you that much, you aren’t thrusting hard enough.” He turned her chin and captured her mouth.

“Lie still,” Yannick urged, “Let me take command, love.”

She tried. But her hips moved of their own volition, propelled by need, moving to join his.

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Bastien kissed, Yannick thrust. She hooked both legs about Yannick’s thighs. Her heels bumped and bounced on his clenched buttocks as he pumped and pumped. And her hands—one slid up Yannick’s sweaty back, the other bumped Bastien’s erection.

There were no drugging candles to blame for her wanton wildness. This was no dream.

She didn’t care. She wanted. Wanted it so.

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Poised over Althea’s beautiful, flushed, nude body, Yannick moaned from deep inside his heart as his rigid cock slid again into her fiery core. He had no soul but he’d never known such an intense yearning while making love. He gazed down on Althea’s fey green eyes and his heart tightened and pounded from more than exertion.

Strands of her wine-red hair dusted her lips. Her plump cheeks glowed pink. With his every thrust, her head arched back in answer, and a throaty moan spilled from her lips. He wanted to drive into her until she screamed.

But a virgin should be treated with care. Yannick fought for control, struggled to rein his need to bury his considerable length to the hilt. She grabbed at his buttocks to pull him deeper, driving her nails in.

“Oh yes,” she cried, and his restraint snapped.

He spread her supple thighs wide and rode high and hard to kiss her clit with the length of his shaft.

Thump, thump went the legs of the bed on the floor. Above, the canopy swayed with rhythmic groans. And the wanton angel beneath him urged him on with her hammering heels.

She was silk and cream, scorching as boiled sugar. Tight and snug, and each time he pulled back, her velvet passage closed behind him, so he had to nudge it wide all over again.

Through the haze of his vision, he saw Bastien get up on his knees. Saw his brother’s hand wrap around his thick, curving shaft. To his shock, Bastien tapped the taut, shiny head of his cock against Althea’s moist, parted lips. She turned, gave a tremulous smile, then opened her mouth wide.

“Don’t.”

Bastien, demon that he was, ignored him and took up the invitation. The head of his cock slid in. Stunned, Yannick saw purplish-blue skin—Bastien’s swollen head—and Althea’s soft, pink tongue merge in wet splendor.

Bastien threw back his head and howled. Althea smiled saucily around the rod filling her mouth and put her fingers around it, just above Bastien’s hand. Her fist joined Bastien’s in pumping his prick.

Yannick’s balls sucked tight and his cock swelled and pulsed.
Wait,
he told himself.
Hold
off.
What is a dozen years of experience if you can’t hang on to a bloody orgasm?

But as Bastien’s cock slid further between those pretty pink lips, Yannick knew he’d never last. At least Bastien was respectful of her innocence, allowing Althea to take control—

She grasped Bastien’s arse and pulled his twin close to suckle his cock deep. Yannick groaned in surprise and desire. His sweet angel had shocked him to his core. She feasted on Blood Red by Sharon Page ©2006 Advance Reader Copy www.SharonPage.com 124

Bastien’s prick as though it was a tasty delight. Her tongue laved and swirled and he could not believe his eyes.

But she took Bastien in too deep, Yannick guessed, because she gagged and pulled back.

Coughing, she brushed at tears and a fetching blush rose on her cheeks. She gulped, blinked, and swallowed, and then took his brother’s cock in her mouth once more.

His balls tightened more and he knew he had to make her come because he couldn’t last any longer. He rode hard and fast and high, rubbing her slippery clit.

She drove up to him and their hips slapped hard. She dropped Bastien’s cock out to pant and moan around it.

Incoherent words tumbled. “Yes… oh yes…I’m going…I’m going—”

Her scream rang up to the canopy. Yannick thanked heaven above, drove deep into her climaxing quim and let the first spasm take him.

His brain ignited in flame. His spine dissolved into sweet, warm fluid and shot down through his balls, exploding out of his cock. The orgasm he’d flirted with all night released with the force of cannon fire, ripping him asunder. He gave in to it, lost and vulnerable and blind, rocking deep into Althea.

“Sweetheart, you bit me,” Bastien said.

“She needs her rest.”

The commanding tone of his brother’s voice ignited Bastien’s usual flare of defiance. He ignored the warning and kissed Althea. Her lashes fluttered and she wore a sweetly dreamy expression. How he wished he’d been the one to put it there. The scrapes on his cock from her teeth still stung—even as they healed—but a dip in her molten honey would soon cure that. The healing was slow, which meant dawn was close.

True, he didn’t want to hurt Althea, but he had so little time. And her embrace welcomed.

“I fear it is too scandalous,” she whispered, “to make love to two men in the same night.”

“Nothing is scandalous, little dove.” Bastien opened her with his fingers, releasing a flood of juice.

“Are you too sore?”

“A little sore, but I also ache to have you.” She gave a soft giggle. “I am incorrigible.”

The head of his prick lodged in her fiery quim, cradled by the walls and the soft, plump lips.

“You are wonderful.” But before he pushed forward, he cupped her chin. “You do want me?”

She didn’t speak but she nodded and trapped her lower lip with her teeth in a beguiling gesture. Her body spoke for her, arching to take more of him, and she clasped her hands about his neck and slung her leg over his. But he was not a demon for nothing and he had no desire to ride her in the same bland fashion as his brother.

With a teasing wink, he begged for her trust and caught hold of her ankles.

“You can do that while you enter me?” she asked, astonished. So Yannick had lifted her legs this way, obviously to display her pussy and rear for oral play.

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bouncing with avid enthusiasm and he loved her for it.

Daylight was coming. He felt it in his blood. Felt it in his slowing heart.

Damn, he’d hoped for slow and languorous, not rushed and speedy. He moved fluidly to his knees without unseating his cock, and lifted her ankles to his neck.

“Goodness!”

His first long thrust elicited a delighted cry. “It makes you go so deep!”

Pride caused his cock to swell more—he couldn’t help it—and he pleasured her this way.

Deep and slow. Until she shattered with kitten-like squeals and a squirm. Pulsing around him, her cunny ignited him like a match to a fuse and he exploded.

“How did your father learn about Zayan?”

Althea sipped the excellent wine. Was this still her second glass or now her third? Or very possibly her fourth? The buzzing in her head grew a little louder. She tried to focus on Yannick’s question—and on the questions it raised in her mind. “What intrigues me more, my lord, is how you learned about my father.”

Sprawled across the tousled, luxurious, ivory sheets, Yannick lifted her foot into his naked lap and sensuously stroked her sole. Tickling pleasure raced up her leg and she almost sloshed wine in her own lap. Her foot gave a little jolt and her heel grazed his now slumbering member.

He smiled, giving a glimpse of his white fangs and massaged more firmly. “The Royal Society for the Investigation of Mysterious Phenomena. Your father is ostensibly not a member, but all there know of his outstanding reputation.”

She was wrapped in the counterpane with Bastien lying by her other side. Snuggled up to her left side, just as in her dream. His eyes were shut and she thought him sleeping. Until he reached up to lazily tap the underside of her breast beneath her cover.

She really must try to think.

“Once I learned he was planning a trip to Maidensby,” Yannick continued, “and that by all accounts he was in a state of great excitement, I suspected he had learned of Bastien and planned to resurrect him. I guessed at once he planned to keep Bastien under control and coerce me to destroy Zayan.”

She nodded. “He hasn’t shared all of his plans with me. I did know he has been trying to discover the origin of vampires. We’d learned that Zayan’s existence shows in records prior to the Middle Ages. There are Roman and Celtic accounts of a creature that my father believed to be a description of Zayan. Is Zayan the oldest vampire? Is he the sire of all vampires?”

Bastien stirred at her words but, to her frustration, he didn’t respond other than to trace his fingertip in the fold between her breast and her ribcage.

“No, Zayan is not,” Yannick said, giving each toe a squeeze. “If that is what your father seeks, he’s in error.”

“Is Zayan as evil as it is claimed he is? He didn’t kill the girl in the field—”

“Only because he knew I would sense death,” Bastien interrupted on a yawn. “He used her as bait for me, and knew I would only be drawn to a living victim.” Like a warm, sated lion, he stretched and gave a rumbling purr. “Enough talk, little dove. It is almost dawn. I would like to Blood Red by Sharon Page ©2006 Advance Reader Copy www.SharonPage.com 126

ensure you are safely returned to the Inn before the sun is up.”