Cleopatra's Return: A Paranormal/Vampire Romance (14 page)

A part of him almost gave the order for the driver to circle around the block, to give him more time. But he hesitated too long
, and Michael, with Cleo wrapped around his upper body, their lips meshed, clambered out of the car with more grace than a human man could ever hope to achieve.

Julius
could only follow as his friend entered the house and proceed to carry her down the flight of stairs to his room. He followed, but Julius stopped instead of following Michael past the threshold to his private quarters, unsure of his reception.

I should leave now and give them privacy.
He didn’t want to beg to join them. Pride wouldn’t let him.

Before
Julius could move, Michael turned, and both he and Cleo gazed at him. They said not a word, but as if in silent communication, Michael set Cleo down to stand on her own two feet.

Holding his gaze,
Cleo, with a shimmy of her hips, let her dress pool to the floor in a silken mass, leaving her naked to his view.

By all the gods he no longer believed in, he’d forgotten, nay, he’d thought his recollection faulty when it came to her body. But now, with her standing proud, breasts jutting, hips flaring out from an indented waist
, and her skin smooth perfection, Julius practically dropped to his knees, a willing supplicant at the altar of her beauty.

A smile curved her lips. With a graceful pivot, she presented her backside, an ass that wiggled as
she sauntered out of sight.

A
s if reeled in like a fish on a line, Julius stumbled after her, centuries old, experienced, and yet, before her luscious perfection, he found himself clumsy with desire. What male could resist her siren allure? Or her perfect heart-shaped ass?

Shedding
his clothes, Julius came to stand at the foot of the bed. Michael, nude already—the vamp was truly fast—lay on its sheets, his back propped by pillows. Cleo crawled up between his legs and gave Julius a perfect view of her sex, pink and glistening. It called to him.

When she stopped moving, locked in a kiss
with Michael while on her hands and knees, Julius knelt behind her and bent to run a wet lick along her silken slit.

Oh the sweetness.

He held her cheeks spread so that he could bury his face against her cleft, her musky scent driving him wild. He drank from her like a man dying of thirst.
Forgotten in the pleasure of the moment were his past and the pain, and, right here, right now, for the first time in forever, he lived again.

Lost in the moment, he almost growled in frustration when s
he moved away from him. Julius awoke as if drugged and blinked. Thankfully, Cleo hadn’t gone far, just off to the side, so she could lie on her back alongside Michael.

Still in silence, she invited him not with words but a look and actions.
She pulled her legs to her chest and parted her thighs, the invitation clear. However, before he dove back into pussy heaven, he paused to watch Michael as he bent his head over her breasts, his mouth latching on to a fat nipple.

Her breath caught
, and she writhed as Michael suckled at the tip. As for Julius, mesmerized by the act, he found himself stroking his cock, an avid voyeur who watched as she clutched at Michael’s head, encouraging his torture of her nipples.

Her little cries of pleasure made his shaft jerk.
He knelt between her legs, still masturbating, still staring, no longer jealous but eager. Thicker and longer than he ever remembered getting, he slapped his fat dick off her clit. She arched and cried out.

Julius slapped
her cleft again as she bucked. The honey of her sex wetted him. Called to him. Begged him to dip, and so he did. He slid his cock into her quick, and then, just as rapidly, he withdrew it and smacked her swollen nub again.

She arched high that time, enough that
Michael stopped his nipple sucking to fix him with glittering eyes. “Slap her again, Jules. I think our little goddess likes that.”

Again and again, Julius spanked her with his cock
, and after each hit, he slipped his cock into her wet sheath, not far or long enough for her to grip him. He was afraid to slam it completely home for fear he’d blow too quickly. She was so damned hot and wet. It didn’t help that her face was flushed with passion and each cry she voiced brought him closer and closer to the edge.

The decision was taken from him.

“Fuck her,” ordered Michael.

“
Now!” she commanded. Cleo panted, her eyes opening just enough for him to see the glazed passion in them. She writhed on the sheets, her body gleaming with sweat. The sight wrung a groan from him.

Once a
leader of armies, Julius should have refused to obey—
I give the orders
—and yet, faced with their dual demand, he couldn’t resist. Not when he wanted to fuck her so badly.

Julius plunged his cock,
sheathed it balls deep. Fuck it was good. Hot. Tight. Unbelievably pleasurable.

She cried out and tried to buck, but Michael
held her down. Pinned her and made her a prisoner to his thrusts. How arousing. Julius pumped her quick and hard, her scorching channel squeezing him and milking him. If he wasn’t careful, he’d come too quickly. He pulled out, panting before he could come, wanting to prolong it.

As if
sensing his dilemma, Michael gave him a moment to regain control. “Get on your hands and knees, Cleo. I want you to suck me while Jules fucks your pussy from behind.”

Michael spread his legs
, his long cock jutting proudly. Cleo nestled between his thighs, her mouth quickly latching on and sucking Michael’s shaft. Kneeling behind her ass, which was pushed into the air, Julius had a great view of her head bobbing up and down. For a moment, he almost asked to switch spots, but her buttocks beckoned him. He slapped her flesh lightly, loving the way the cheeks quivered. He ran his cock, still slick with her juices, down the crevice of her ass. He let the fat head of his dick poke at her pink rosette. She tightened and moved forward away from his prod.

It seemed some things hadn’t changed
, such as her aversion to anal play. That would change. He laughed. “Oh, Cleo, I can’t wait to fuck that sweet hole of yours while Michael fills your cunt.” Crude words that sent a shudder through her.

Michael chuckled when her head stilled. “Oh
, my sweet little goddess, so worldly in some matters but virgin in others. Never fear, what we propose will bring nothing but pleasure.”

I
nstead of an answer, she shuddered. She resumed her deep throating, which Julius recalled with quite a bit of erotic fondness was quite excellent. He let his cock slide away from the temptation of her anus and thrust into the moist heat of her sex, the suction of her channel drawing him deep. He dug his fingers into her fleshy cheeks at the pleasure of it.

Forget lasting
long. Already too close to the brink, he knew he was only moments away from blowing. But he refused to come alone. He slid one hand around the curve of her hip to find her clit. As soon as he touched it, her channel clamped down around him, a tight fist of muscle.

Julius almost blew
his load. He withdrew from the tight suction of her sex and then slammed it back home. Back and forth, he seesawed as his finger worked her nub. Too quickly, and before she’d come, Julius hit the edge, and with a cry of ecstasy, he thrust one last time into her and came.

His body had no sooner stilled than he found himself lying on the bed beside Cleo
, who was still on her hands and knees, her eyes closed in bliss. In that brief moment, Michael had taken his place between her thighs. He pumped her, the curve of her buttocks slapping against his groin as he pounded into her willing flesh. She keened as Michael pistoned her.

Watching a couple fucking
up close was erotic, especially with a woman as sensual and sexy as Cleo. To his surprise, Julius found himself already hard again. And eager for more.

H
e slid himself under Cleo’s heaving body. He used one arm to lift himself enough to tongue her clit, not an easy feat, but an exciting one that had him fisting his cock.

Already sensitized,
he almost came from surprise when he felt Cleo’s hand wrap around his shaft. She tugged at him until he shifted to give her mouth access. He bucked as her lips sealed around his rod and sucked.

Fucking incredible.

To distract himself, he plied himself to her clit, lapping and sucking, all too aware of Michael’s cock slamming into her honeyed sheath. It spurred him to work her swollen button faster.

When she orgasmed, she screamed around his cock still in her mouth
. The vibrations added a layer of pleasure and had a domino effect. Julius heard Michael grunt as he came at the same time. With so much climaxing going around, Julius let go and shot his cream into her mouth.

There wasn’t much to say after that, not with them all panting and sated.
Also, with the sun cresting the horizon bringing the new day, lethargy hit.

I
n a tangle of exhausted limbs, they fell asleep.

Cleo woke first in the
naked pretzel, and despite her centuries of experience, she couldn’t help the heat that flushed her cheeks at what had transpired the night before.

B
lame the blood Michael had given her, which loosened her inhibitions and aroused her libido. Blame it on curiosity aroused at the erotic image of several bodies entwined just as she’d seen in Michael’s mind as she kissed him while drunk on his essence. But if she were truthful with herself, something Hell never quite managed to rid her of, the threesome came about because she wanted it.

I
wanted them both
—Julius because he reminded her of a time where she was important, revered, and in love, and Michael because he looked past all the rumors and facades she wore and liked her for herself.

Thing was, now that she had both of them naked in bed with her, she didn’t know what to do next. Should she sneak out?
Surely dawn was coming or had arrived while they’d slept. What happened to them anyway when the sun rose?

In Hell, there were no vamps
, for supposedly their souls were gone, taken or transformed somehow during the change. What she did know she’d gleaned from movies, a neat twentieth-century innovation along with television. For the curious, yes, they had cable in Hell. Satan loved the television networks for they were corruption unchecked.

As she pondered her next move, Michael opened his eyes, so brilliantly blue and beautiful. Even though
the initial blood rush had faded, she still felt tied to him, and she could sense him at the periphery of her mind.

“You feel it?” he queried.

He didn’t need to clarify. She knew he spoke of the tie between them. “It’s almost like I can read your thoughts.”

“It’s because we’re made for each other. Over time, this bond will deepen and
you’ll be able to truly read my mind.”

“That will make it hard to hide things from me then
, won’t it?” she said jokingly.

“I love you
. Why would I hide anything?”

His words stunned her to silence.
Moisture pricked her eyes, but she couldn’t extricate hands quick enough to brush them away.

“
My declaration wasn’t supposed to bring you to tears,” he joked. “Is the thought of my loving you so abhorrent?”

“
Of course not. And I’m not crying,” she lied. “Damned dust.”

Michael chuckled. “I shall have to chastise the maids for not vacuuming properly.”

She made a face at him, which made him only smile wider.

Beside her
, the bed shifted, and Julius opened a lazy eye to peer at her and Michael. “This is getting a little sappy. What do you say we fuck and forget about all the emotional shit?”

Cleo laughed as Julius eased the tension with a crude attempt at humor. But questions remained, and she had no intention of waiting until they woke
at sunset to have them answered. “So what’s next?”

Michael answered. “We take
things one day at a time.”

“
Speaking of day, where should I sleep?”
And with whom?
she thought but didn’t say out loud.

Michael rolled her until she lay on top of him. “You sleep wherever you want.  Keep your room or sleep down here with me or Julius. It’s up to you, but just so you know, Jules and I won’t be sharing a bed together unless you’re in it and we’re getting wild.”

“What happens when you sleep? Do you like die or something?”

The chest she lay on rumbled as Michael chuckled. “We don’t die, but our core temperature does drop so we’re not exactly warm cuddly blankets.”

“And he snores,” piped in Julius.

Michael glared at him. “You’re one to talk.”

Cleo giggled. “In other words, I should keep my room, for now anyway.”