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Did they
know each other?

A smile
spread across his face, but he didn’t say the words I’d expected to
hear. I waited for him to ask me for her—though I’d tell him where
to stuff it. I wanted my women a little less stuck up. But he
maintained his silence and put his hand on his own lap, moving an
inch or so away from me.

The blonde’s smile widened. Her haughty
eyes flicked to me like she’d won some sort of battle. Was
Gene
supposed
to
be the prize?

I
glanced at Carl. He stared at my boyfriend with a carefully dead
expression I’d never seen before. I’d kill to find out what he
thought. Unfortunately, Corrine blocked his mind from any
vampire.

“
He’s an asshole,” Carl mumbled.

The hard
edge to his voice mimicked Loren’s. Damn. Why did I have to think
of him!

“
Loren just left…”

“
Ahh, your fuck-buddy hit the road already,
eh?” Carl nodded in answer to his own question. His dark gaze
flickered to the expanded space between my boyfriend and I.
“That
seriously
sucks dude, a lot.”

Something indescribable crossed his face. Hope,
perhaps?

“
Oh…well,” I mumbled. It hurt to act so
nonchalantly.

“
Baby, I’m horny.” Gene turned to me with deep hunger in his
eyes.

Wait, did he just call me
baby
?

I
touched his mind without the conscious decision to do so. Images of
the blonde rode him hard as he looked at me. I don’t think I
could’ve adequately explained how small and inferior this had made
me feel. Also, strangely possessive. As if I had something to
prove. Oh, don’t get me started on my stubborn streak.

Did I really mean so little to him, that he couldn’t even
pretend not to want someone else more than he wanted me? Had he
conveniently forgotten his mind was my playground? Fuck that!
Righteous anger flickered through me, mixed with a determination to
expel my second round of insecurity for the night. Not a good
combination. Though I’ll never admit to this out loud, anger would
leave me prone to acts of great stupidity.

“
Baby?” Gene whispered. That sensual ache in his voice. When
had he last used it with me? I wanted to hear it again.

“
What?” I replied. Damn it! Did my voice just crack with
lust?

His hand
wrapped around the back of my neck, and drew me forward. His kiss
was tentative, not quite sweet, but something like it. Felt good.
False, but good. His lips moved over mine until he’d gained an
honest response.

I forgot
about Carl. Gene had caught me at my most vulnerable, and
unknowingly exploited it. I growled against his mouth, while his
other hand slid down my back.

I
drowned in him, bringing back memories of a better time. The
welcome, instant relief soothed so much. I could pretend our
relationship wasn’t hell, torture. Just for a minute.

He
raised his head, a dazed grin on his full now black cherry stained
lips. Did he feel it too? I blinked, running my hand across his
slightly bearded face. His eyes warmed for the first time in as
long as I could recall.

“
You liked that,” he said.

I just
smiled.

“
Do you want to play?” He trailed his fingers down the edge of
the material covering my body, and then paused to wait.

I
stiffened. “With?”

He
ripped open my robe and stared at my partially naked body. He
turned me, so my back rested against Carl’s side, under his arm.
Carl jumped. So did I.

“
Like I said, great tits.” He blinked, but his expression
remained unreadable and neutral.

Gene
bent over me, tongue sliding into my mouth, hand cupping my breast,
tweaking my nipple. “Carl?”

“
Umm?”

“
Would you fuck my woman,” he questioned heatedly, “while I
lick her clit?”

My body tightened at the wicked threat in his eyes, and
desire in his voice. Oh, I wanted him just then. I wanted them
both, because it excited Gene. He didn’t glance back at the blonde,
and that helped me forget her.

He wasn’t with
her
, he was with
me.

But,
Carl? Wow. This pleased me.

Carl’s chest rumbled a guttural noise of surprise and lust.
He nipped my earlobe, hard enough to hurt. I arched against his
side. He bunched a hand in my hair, forcing me to meet his gaze.
The expression of dominance was more than any one woman could
handle.

“
Well, my gothic queen,” he murmured hoarsely. “Do you want me
to slide my cock all the way inside of you?”

“
Yes, please,” I moaned.

“
Mmm.” His lips hovered just over mine. “Will you bite me as I
fuck you?”

“
But Corrine...”

“
Can say whatever she wants. It’s my
body,
my
blood.
If I invite you to slide those sexy fangs into my throat and drink
from me, then why are you arguing?”

Oh, he
wanted it. His tense body shrieked his eagerness. If I’m a sucker
for anything, it’s going to almost any length to hear a man cry out
in pure ecstasy. An addicting, sexual rush.

Gene
slipped a finger inside of me, and thumbed my clit.

“
Ahh, I can’t remember.”

Carl
flashed me a grin full of teeth. “That’s a good girl.”

Hand
firmly in my hair, keeping me at the angle of his choosing, he
kissed me with the passion of a man dying, needing a single drop of
water to survive, and I had it.

Gene
licked and bit his way up my ribcage and latched onto my
nipple.

Gene uprooted me, and the next conscious thought was how big
Carl’s cock was as my head lay in his lap. I didn’t know when his
pants had come off, but there they were, bunched around his
ankles.

“
Suck it.” Gene stroked my body with the precision of a
guitarist. “Show him just how good you are. Make the fantasy in his
head look like a g-rated movie.” Gene’s breath hitched for me as I
pinned him with a hooded stare. He ran the head of his shaft over
my clit, knowing exactly what the too brief contact would do. “Want
more, baby? Suck his fucking cock.”

I
trembled, intolerant of any more delay. Gene may lack many things,
but when he put his mind to it, he knew how to cultivate a
paradisiacal response from me.

I turned my head, mouth poised over the head of Carl’s cock.
My gaze clashed with his. He trembled with need. What exactly had
he seen on my face that lulled him so?

“
Sara,” Carl whispered.

I went to answer the same moment Gene’s mouth fused onto my
clit. Screaming at a banshee’s pitch, I pushed back to get more,
any of him.

Carl
gathered more of my hair in his hand, and watched me with paramount
interest. My eyes never left his while my tongue swiped across him.
His lips parted. Breath slammed between his lips.

“
Can you take all of that?” Carl’s half hearted attempt at
humour couldn’t cover the shaking in his voice.

“
Oh she can, and she’ll like it.” Gene rumbled when my hips
shifted to entice him back, “A lot. She’s a kinky little
bitch.”

Gene and
I both closed our mouths over the targets at the moment, in tune
for once. Carl’s hips lifted right off of the couch to meet my
first pass, until he slid all the way down my throat in one
delicious stroke.

“
Ohh…” Carl stuttered, hands tightening in my hair.
“Fuck.”

“
Feels good, doesn’t it?” Gene blew chilly air over my clit.
“The woman prides herself on knowing exactly what she’s
doing.”

“
Yes…she does.”

Gene
drove me insane with light licks and feathered swirls, so at war
with his rough demanding hands that bit into my thighs.

I dislodged Carl from my throat, and he sighed. His hand slid
down my face with a warm laziness that seeped into his body, until
he liquefied into the cushions and pillows. So at odds with me, my
boyfriend kept me on the euphoric precipice, only to pull back and
start again, never to plummet.

“
Gene,” I begged, feeling slightly psychotic. Where had my
anger gone, only to be replaced with such selfish need?

“
Oh no, I want you wild.” Gene ripped the
robe in half, pulling the ragged fibres from my shoulders. I
shuddered. “I want you to crave
me
. Now, fuck
him.”

A little
disconcerting, true, but I couldn’t think past the word
fuck.

His hands closed on my waist and lifted me. He pressed my
back against Carl’s chest, so I sat in his lap, facing forward.
Gene held me there with one arm, keeping my body hovered just over
the other’s straining shaft. As I was lowered, the head of Carl’s
cock brushed my soaked core.

My lips
parted, muscles coiled tight. I thought I might shatter any moment.
Gene lowered me another inch. Finally, penetration. Carl’s thick
shaft stretched me, inciting flames to race over my
skin.

Then, Gene released me. The momentum drove his erection to
the hilt, blinding me with pleasure. Carl’s arm banded around me,
driving deeper, receding, wild, free. My nails bit into his forearm
hard enough to draw blood. He growled as he forced my body into a
rhythm of his choosing.

“
That’s it baby, take all of him.” Gene bent his head with his
blessed tongue over my sensitive flesh.

This time there wasn’t any hesitation for either of us.
Beings of blinding, capitulating need. His lips taunt, he sucked me
into his mouth, inducing a mind-blowing orgasm that descended in
paralyzing waves.

No one else existed, not even Carl. Nothing
against him, not really. Just a rare, glimmering moment of hope for
a future I’d thought died off. A pile of sand in my hands trickling
through my fingers, no matter how desperate I sought to keep the
grains. Gene had what he wanted. I did crave
him
.

They groaned as I bucked over them, the ecstatic jolts
forcing cries from my throat, while the men worked my body into
oblivion. My hips rocked back and forth while Carl arched my neck
and kissed me, ringing out the pleasure they procured in equal
measure.

He broke
away with a growl, shuddering deeply. “Please, feed from
me.”

The request sent a shiver of anticipation through me,
shattering my tunnel vision. My personal demon raised its head in
anticipated triumph. The darkest, most primal part of me—separate,
yet merged with me—cared little for the pleasure of sex. Only that
of the blood. I’d been told that until a vampire truly mated, it
wouldn’t.

I felt particularly theatrical when Carl bared his throat for
me so willingly. His jumping pulse held me entranced, the steadily
strong beat hammering through every vein of his body. The fact that
he was turned on by the danger of it, the possibility of not coming
out the other end intact, was insanely attractive to me in a very
weird way.

“
Please, Sara while I’m inside of you. You feel so good, too
good,” Carl pleaded, his eyes fever-bright with anticipation. “I’ll
beg, if you’re into that.”

My
pupils dilated, and Gene chuckled from between my
thighs.

“
You want to. I can see it in your eyes,”
Carl dared. He approached timid now that I had shifted from
me
, to something far
more predatory. But it wasn’t what a “normal” human being would
feel under such up close and personal attention from a
vampire.

I yearned to close the distance, struggled to maintain a
shred of humanity. I kissed him. His tongue rolled around my
semi-extended fangs, the pressure and infatuation of the contact
spiralling out of control. Carl was mine right then, his mind
static electricity of tempting, brilliant images, a testament to
how much he reached out to me on a cellular level.

Gene kissed his way up to my belly button. His tongue
deliciously swirled over my skin, his face softer, far less angry
than normal.

I love you,
he
mumbled in his mind.

I startled. So much that the standard response he expected
froze in my mind. His eyes never left my face, while he headed back
down my thigh, grinning to reveal his all too sharp canines. I
stared in fascination as he buried those sharp teeth inside of the
most prominent vein.

My eyes shuttered closed, content to have him
here.

I
reached down to run my fingers through his hair as gently as I
could manage with Carl manipulating my body so
perfectly.

Feed from him
.
Gene sighed.

I turned my mouth to Carl’s neck, the angle awkward, but
workable. His breathing staggered spectacularly. His cock beat with
his pulse, heart rate slamming into my back like an insane
beckoning I couldn’t resist any longer.