Illegal Fantasies (Anthology ~ Behind Closed Doors) (11 page)

Bare.

Bereft.

She needed to reunite them to feel whole.

So began her mission.

They stood off in the shadows together, watching as she made her way down the stairs. They’d been preparing for this evening all month, and it was finally here.

“My God
!  She looks beautiful,” whispered Flynn to his mate. “Jolie’s amazing.”

Jacques had to agree. Of course he wasn’t surprised that Jolie had picked Cleopatra. She had two lovers, power
, and sometimes liked to skirt past law into the shadiness of life.

It was a testament to their existence
.

Jacques was finding it increasingly difficult
to take his eyes off her body, since there was a great deal to see. She’d chosen a gold bra-like thing to hold her ample breasts in place. Then, there was some red and white gossamer like fabric, wrapped artfully around her body. Each arm held a gold snake coiled around her upper arm. From her long, straight black hair, adorned with a fig leaf crown, to the tips of her sandaled toes, she was spectacular.

“Good choice on the costumes,” said Flynn, fully aroused.
Their Jolie was the loveliest creature there, and he couldn’t wait to taste her. With the erotic intents bouncing around in his head, he already had a plan.

“I did a little research so we would fit in,”
Jacques said, handing his mate the feathered mask that they were all instructed to wear. Even with hers on, they could see her eyes. The very color gave her away. No one had lavender eyes quite like Jolie. Then, there was her body and the regal way she carried herself.

Since every male there was staring, it wasn’t hard to find her among the throngs. Her job would be far harder.

“Shall we, Marcus Antonius?” Jacques asked, glancing over at his mate.

“Yes, Julius, we should. Is everything ready for tonight?”

The man laughed. “We’ll have access to what we need. Money speaks, and I bought us someplace to make one hell of a memory.”

They began their move
toward her, each going a separate way to keep her off guard. Once they approached her, the night would begin.

Reuniting was just the tip of the iceberg. Once they reached
Jolie, the evening’s plans would really begin.

Tonight, they would be
making love to the Queen of the Night.

Jolie saw him first.

What she was feeling wasn’t surprise by what he was wearing, but arousal. There stood her Roman general in all his leather finery. Jacques Degaul had done it justice that was for sure.

He’d chosen
a leather breast plate, battle scared and worn. With his hair down, and sword at his side, he could have stepped right off the pages of a history book.

How could
he ever believe that she couldn’t pick him out of the crowd? While standing in the group of people, he stood out. They fell away until he was the only one she could focus on. His beauty stole her breath.

If
she needed more proof that this was indeed her mate, as he approached, the emerald eyes gave him away from behind the mask.

With each step toward
her, Jolie’s body went warm.

Since she’d seen him defend her over the centuries
, dressed in armor, this didn't surprise her at all.

Jacques
was incredibly sexy.

When he finally closed the distance, Jacques we
nt down on one knee and held out his hand.

“My Mistress,” he
whispered with his voice thick with need.

Jolie was generally one who was in control, but seeing him like this was making it very difficult indeed
.

Offering
Jacques her hand, he reverently laid a kiss across the multifaceted jewel. It was one he had given her while she was a countess in France. While the ring sparkled in the lights, it didn't compare to her.

“Are you Julius
Caesar or Marcus Antonius?” she asked calmly, as he stood.

Moving incredibly close to her body, he brought his lips to hers for a kiss. It was warm, sexy, and completely her Jacques.

When he pulled away, he ran his fingers from her collarbone to her adorned belly button. “I’m Julius, and I’m at your service, my queen.”

Jolie placed her hand over his heart and leaned into him. “I find that I’m incredibly turned on, Julius. Maybe it’s you in that leather gladiator kilt that has me wild.”

He ran the tip of his tongue over her ear lobe and whispered, “I am completely naked beneath it, mon amour. I believe it is just how you like me.”

Jolie’s temperature rose. Before she could reply, she felt him near. Turning, she found her other mate leaning against the wall
as he watched her.

The stance was very Flynn
-like. She had to admit that the way he looked in his gladiator garb was making her hot and bothered too. Where Jacques’s sword hung at his hip, Flynn’s was over his shoulder and down his back. His leather armor was more rugged, designed to fit the needs of the general himself.

As soon as their eyes met, he began his move
toward her. Crossing through the throngs of vampyres, he drew a great deal of attention from the females surrounding him. Yet, when anyone got in his way, he simply moved them with his broad, tan shoulders.

Jolie wanted to melt into the floor.

In front of her, he dropped to one knee and took her hand. Flipping it over, he kissed her pulse. “My Mistress and queen, I’m here to offer my services for anything you desire.”

Oh, she had one hell of a list.

“Rise, Marcus Antonius, and show your queen your greeting.”

He didn't have to be asked twice. Pulling her forward, his mouth sought hers roughly. Plundering, taking
, and stealing, Flynn showed her what services he was willing to offer her.

Jolie’s arms went around his neck
as she fell into the kiss. There was something so alluring about this man, that it made her heart skip whenever he was near. At her moan, all three of their fangs descended, proving what they already knew.

They needed to get somewhere private
, and fast.

Breaking away, he touched her cheek
to get her attention. “Your costume is scandalous, Jolie. You know that, right?”

Jolie leaned over to his ear and nipped it, drawing blood. “Wait until you see what is under it, Mar
cus Antonius,” she promised.

His body shook.

“Come,” stated Jacques, offering her an arm. “We have a surprise for you, Cleopatra.”

She willingly let them lead.

As they moved away, Jolie was acutely aware of the females watching her with absolute envy.

Ye
s, she had the sexiest men in the universe.

“Where are we going?” she asked, as they led her
toward the kitchen.

“Close your eyes and don’t peek,” Jacques ordered.

Jolie was so excited.

S
he couldn’t wait.

As they led her through the kitchen, they arrived a
t another door. With a regal nod, Jacques signaled the security guard. Immediately, he led them down a dark hall. At a locked door, he entered a code, held up one finger signifying the time they’d have, and then held out his hand.

Jacques handed him an incredibly thick wad of cash.

Brogan smiled wickedly. Once more, money talked, and in this case it screamed as it bought them a secret off-limits spot for some debauchery. While the cop in him should be appalled, the man in him was too damn horny to care.

Once inside, they led her to the main area.

“Open your eyes, my queen,” Jacques said, running his hands over her body. “We’re here.”

Jolie did what he asked and gasped
in surprise. “Where are we?” she questioned, taking it all in. Inside the room were all the antiques from Cleopatra’s time.

“It seems the museum will be setting up a new exhibit, and this is the housing area. We have one hour here before we have to leave,” he replied.

Jolie wasn’t surprised that her men had planned this. Since coming together, the sex had been wildly plentiful.

Thank the universe for that…

Flynn couldn’t wait any longer and made his move, pressing his body along hers from behind as Jacques did the same. Once she was sandwiched between them, he allowed his need to take over.

Hands wandered
, stripping away the masks as they began the unwrapping process. They were desperate to find what was hidden beneath the costume. Both men became crazed as the fabric fell away. Their Jolie was practically bare beneath, except for the gold bra-like covering and a belly chain.

Both men
growled low in their chests, like the predators they were.

Jolie was in heaven.

“Flynn, Jacques,” she whispered, as they rubbed against her flesh with the hard rough leather of their costumes. “I want you both,” she whispered.

“Yes, my queen,” replied Jacques, pulling her hair from her shoulder. “I need to taste you before we begin. Just a sip,” he pleaded.

Flynn agreed. “I can smell the scent of your blood, and it’s making me hungry.”

Jolie didn't move as Flynn positioned himself over one shoulder
while Jacques took the other.

She was about to be dinner for her men
, and she was fine with that. There was no doubt that the fun was about to begin.

“Oh God,” she hissed as Flynn’s large hands slid down her belly
, finding her wet and needy. With brutally rough fingertips, he tormented and teased her. Already, Jolie was ready to shatter apart, and their mouths were yet to touch her flesh.

Jacques lowered his mouth to the material covering her breasts. With hot warm breath, he blew across it, causing Jolie’s nipples to respond. Immediately, they pebbled
, calling to him. Lowering his mouth over the fabric, he began teasing them with his tongue.

Jolie was on the verge of breaking apart. Flynn was driving his fingers into her wetness, and Jacques was sending little electrical currents through her body with his mouth.

This was absolute heaven.

“I want to feel you cum on my fingers,” Flynn whispered in her ear, right before he ran his tongue across the artery in her throat.

Jacques moaned at her breathy gasp and their mate’s words. He was mad with need and couldn’t wait to take Jolie. The pictures flashing though his brain, were of him mounting her over and over again like some rutting animal.

Bloody hell!

He needed her desperately and his sucking mouth must have conveyed that. Jolie moaned, bringing one hand up to run through his hair, as her other arm went up, wrapping around Flynn’s neck as she held him to her.

Both men continued their assault.

Jolie’s aroused scent wafted up, driving Flynn insane. The pump of his fingers became more frenetic as he tried to shove her into the first orgasm of the night. With each slide into her, the room was filled with the wet slick sounds and her moans.

“Oh God!” she hissed, as he pillaged her body viciously. She and Jacques lived for that balance between pleasure and pain, and apparently, so did their other mate.

“Cum for me!” he ordered.

She was already falling.

As her world broke apart, Jolie’s body shook in pure ecstasy. Flynn continued his invasion, and she was helpless to do anything but ride his fingers into the pleasure.

Now, she was well aware of why the sight of his strong hands turned her right on.

He used them well.

As Jolie began to resurface, the men were eager to begin.
“She’s ready,” Quinn murmured, as she quivered around his fingers still buried in her body.

“I want to devour her,” Jacques admitted, as he massaged her breasts roughly.

Flynn wanted her in the worst way, as he ran his fangs across her flesh. “It’s time.”

Jacques pulled down the gold material, setting her breasts free. “Yes,
it is.”

Jolie gasped as the men barely gave her time to resurface from the pleasure. Instead, t
hey struck, burying their fangs in her pale flesh.

The scent of blood filled the room
as Flynn’s wet fingers wandered up to her breasts. He began kneading and playing with one, while Jacques tormented the other.

Jolie knew they were in each other
’s minds because their motions and sucking were in exact syncopation.

It was like being doubly used by the same man
.

Both
mates hardened even more, if that was possible, at her breathy little pleas. As the taste of her flooded their mouths, they rubbed against her even harder, drawing a gasp from her lips.