Sabrina's Clan (24 page)

Nyanther looked down at Sabrina once more and was astonished to realize she was asleep, as quickly as that. Her dark lashes rested against her cheek. She didn’t move.

He looked up at Jake. He was asleep, too. As he looked, Jake began to snore softly.

Nyanther looked from one to the other.

He began to smile.

* * * * *

Sabrina woke in slow stages, barely aware of the shift to consciousness. It was so pleasant where she floated.

When she felt fingers in her hair, she stirred. Voices were murmuring over the top of her. It took a moment for the words to make sense.

“…shift her over to my lap for a while. Your legs must be screaming by now.”

“Touch her and I’ll take your jugular out with my teeth.” That was Nyanther’s baritone and she could almost
feel
it. “Vampires don’t have circulatory problems. I’m fine.”

“I think she’s waking, anyway.”

“I am,” Sabrina whispered. She realized she was lying on her side and was surprised to find it wasn’t the unforgiving floor beneath her, but soft mattress. Her head was pillowed on Nyanther’s thigh. It was his fingers in her hair.

“Morning, princess,” Jake said.

She opened her eyes.

Jake was standing next to the bed. He was damp from a shower and wore the dark green robe Sabrina had never been able to figure which of them owned. They both used it interchangeably.

She rolled her head back.

Nyanther smiled down at her. It was a small expression. His eyes were warm. “Good morning.”

“What is the time?” she asked.

“Nearly noon,” Jake told her.

“Noon? I’ve been lying on your leg for five
hours
?”

“Not for all of the five hours,” he said, helping her sit up. “You spent a few of them with your head right here.” He touched his shoulder. “You settled down on your side when I carried you here.”

“And he carried me, too,” Jake said. “Vampire strength has its uses.”

“It doesn’t bother you, Jake?”

“That Ny can move me around like a toddler?” Jake shrugged. “Why should it?”

“I think she’s worried your male ego might be bruised,” Nyanther said.

“Yes,” she admitted.

“It has some interesting compensations,” Jake said and patted the mattress.

Her face bloomed hot. Her mind, treacherous and swift, filled her imagination with images.

With a gasp, she realized she didn’t have to suppress them anymore. “That’s something I would like to see,” she told them frankly.

Jake glanced at Nyanther. She looked over her shoulder at him, too.

Nyanther raised a brow at Jake. “You started this,” he pointed out.

“I should finish it?” Jake put a knee on the bed and leaned over and kissed Nyanther. It wasn’t a light gesture. Their lips met and opened. They kissed deeply, taking their time with it.

Sabrina pressed her hands together and peered over her fingertips, her heart swooping and soaring in sickly waves, as she watched them together. Her body leapt to an immediate and heated state of readiness.

The reality of them together was far better than anything her paltry imagination had been able to conjure.

It was hard to even breathe properly. Then she remembered she didn’t have to. She let her lips part and her breath to emerge as raggedly as it needed to.

Jake rested his head against Nyanther’s for a moment. Then he looked into his eyes, suddenly worried. “Do you need to feed?”

Nyanther shook his head. “Not anymore. Maybe later.” He reached for Sabrina’s hand and pulled her toward him. “There’s something else I must do first.”

Her heart leapt and slammed again. She glanced at Jake.

“Go on,” he whispered.

Nyanther was pulling her toward him with steady relentlessness she couldn’t have argued with, anyway. She almost fell against his chest and propped herself up with her hand and looked up at him.

“You’re sure?” he breathed.

“God, yes. Aren’t you?”

“
Now
, I am. Finally.”

His kiss was as heady as the first he had ever given her, when he had done nothing
but
kiss her and left her a trembling mess against the bookcase. This time, though, his arms were around her and she was braced up against his knee.

His hands were running over her, from knee to shoulder and everywhere in between. Even her breasts were not spared, although he didn’t linger to tease them. Instead, he left them throbbing, her nipples hard and chafing against her bra.

Nyanther lifted his head, breathing hard and looked at her. Then he glanced at Jake, who was sitting on the bed, the front of the robe tented over his cock. There was a small smile playing around Jake’s mouth and a sleepy look to his eyes, with a gleam of pleasure in them.

“She tastes better than you,” Nyanther said.

“Bullshit,” Jake said evenly. “She just tastes different. Nice different.”

“Softer,” Nyanther decided, his hand curling over her thigh.

“And stroppy, if she doesn’t get another kiss in a hurry,” Sabrina added.

“Stroppy?” Jake laughed. “Is that English?” He plucked her out of Nyanther’s arms and pulled her toward him. “Mmm…” he murmured and pressed his lips against hers.

Having Nyanther watch them was a powerful aphrodisiac. Sabrina’s body shifted from simple throbbing lust to an aching need that was almost unbearable. Her hips lifted, as her thighs pressed together, squeezing her mound and her clit. She moaned into Jake’s mouth.

He tore his lips from hers, breathing just as hard as Nyanther. “Wow…!”

“Hold her still,” Nyanther told him. He got to his knees and pulled the shirt off over his head, not bothering with the buttons. His jeans hung low around his hips. The front of them was swollen.

With her gaze, Sabrina traced the blue curls and markings on his chest and arms. The markings seemed to outline his muscles, she realized. They followed the dips and valleys between, enhancing the mounds.

“Beautiful,” she decided aloud.

Nyanther looked down at himself. “Me?”

“Yes,” Jake said firmly.

Nyanther’s gaze flickered between the two of them. “You mean it….”

“Kiss me, Ny,” Sabrina begged.

He pressed his lips to hers, only for a second. He caught the hem of her sweater in his fingers and lifted it up over her head. Before her hair had settled back into place, his mouth found the flesh between her breasts. As she drew in a sharp breath, he released her bra and drew it away from her chest and arms. His mouth stayed busy, moving slowly toward the peak of her breast, as his teeth and tongue teased and nibbled.

It was almost more than she could bear. Jake was holding her up, one hand on the back of Nyanther’s head, encouraging him. It didn’t help her lie still. She was squirming, making soft erotic sounds she’d never heard herself make before.

When he reached her nipple, Nyanther didn’t pause. He sucked it into his mouth and bit gently.

Her back arched by itself, thrust her breast into his mouth and she gave a soft cry. Silvery tines of pleasure raced from her breasts to her clit. Then Jake’s hand cupped her other breast, his thumb stroking over the nipple.

She couldn’t keep still. She was alive with pleasure, getting drunk on it.

Nyanther unzipped her pants and his big hands stripped them from her. He snagged her panties as he went and suddenly, she was naked, gloriously exposed and more than ready.

Then he let her go.

Sabrina sat up. “No….”

His hands were on the loose band of his jeans and she swallowed.

“Help him,” Jake whispered.

Her sense of wickedness shot up high. Jake was watching her and Nyanther even as he participated and it made everything she did or experience feel far more erotic.

She caught at Nyanther’s wrists. “Let me.”

His hands fell away.

Sabrina lowered the zipper, navigating carefully over the ridge of flesh beneath. The jeans were already loose around his tight hips and they fell away as she opened them.

Nyanther’s cock stood at sharp attention, throbbing and red. The head flared, the edges almost purple.

Sabrina slid her hand up his thick thigh, then took the soft sacs beneath in her hand.

Nyanther groaned deep in the back of his throat.

Her own breath was as rapid as his. This was exciting beyond anything she had ever done and she had not yet really begun to explore all the possibilities. With a hand that shook only a little, she gripped his cock.

“You’re so hot.”

“You’re doing that,” Jake breathed in her ear. “Stroke him, make him moan again. It’s good to hear him beg like that.”

Sabrina suppressed her smile and stroked the length of Nyanther’s cock, her hand brushing over the head and back.

Nyanther closed his eyes. His hand pressed against her thigh, his fingers spreading, dipping between them. Slowly, he drew his hand up, until the tips of his outer fingers were brushing her nether lips, all as he trembled and shook under her caresses.

Jake brushed up against her from behind. She could feel his cock against her ass. He cupped her breasts. “Bet I can make you come before you can make him come.” He stroked and Sabrina gasped. She lost her concentration and her hand slowed.

Nyanther’s fingers slid between her legs, deep into her folds. She could feel the slick heat of them as he thrust his fingers inside her.

The two pairs of hands on her was too much. It was overwhelming.

Sabrina began to shudder, her pleasure racing for the peak. Her head fell back against Jake’s shoulder, her breath coming in small pants.

Then Nyanther’s thumb pressed up against her clitoris, rubbing it with a soft pressure and her climax exploded, stealing her breath, stopping her pulse and locking in the scream in her throat.

The climax washed through her in successive waves, leaving her vision sparkling and her nerves shattered.

Before she could come down from that sweet peak, before she could barely draw breath, Nyanther pulled her forward. She grasped at his shoulders as he settled on his back and sat her over the top of him.

His cock pushed inside her and she sucked in a deep, wondrous breath as the width of him filled her. She looked down at him. Nyanther’s gaze was calm. There was a fire in the back of his eyes that made her shiver.

“Hey,” she whispered.

He carefully brushed her hair over her shoulder, then rested his hand against her cheek. “Better than I imagined…” he breathed.

Her heart gave a little flutter. He had imagined this?

Jake’s hot lips touched the back of her shoulder and his hands settled on her hips. “You’ve never done this before, so keep still, hmm? I don’t want to hurt you.”

And his hands slid down to her ass and for one electrifying moment, fluttered between her cheeks.

“It’s new for all of us,” Nyanther growled.

“See, there’s a mountain of stuff in this new world even we don’t know,” Sabrina murmured.

Nyanther smiled, as his gaze moved over her shoulder. “I think I might come just watching him do that.”

She looked over her shoulder. Jake was on his knees, his cock in his hand, as he stroked it. He was spreading lubricant. The effect was the same and her body clenched in reaction.

Nyanther gasped. “That is…disconcerting.” He stroked her shoulder.

Jake’s fingers returned to her ass and this time she could feel their slickness. Intellectually, she knew what he was going to do. She had enjoyed anal sex in the past, but this was something entirely different.

He pressed his finger inside her, spreading the lubricant and easing her open. Then another digit, stretching the muscle.

Sabrina closed her eyes. It was an odd sensation and not unpleasant. What she really wanted was his cock inside her. Nyanther and Jake, together. It would be the fulfillment of every sweaty fantasy she had dreamed up in the long weeks since Nyanther had brought Jake into his bedroom.

Jake removed his fingers and the blunt, thick end of his cock pressed up against her and Sabrina held her breath, waiting for him to enter her properly.

“Breathe,” Nyanther murmured. “Let him in.”

She tried to fill her lungs. She was too excited. She was trembling.

Jake pushed inside her, just a little, just enough for her to feel his size. Then he paused.

She could feel her muscles relax. It was almost magical. Jake felt it too and thrust a little deeper, a tiny bit farther, then paused. Then again.

Before he was even fully inside her, Sabrina knew this was what she had been made for. This was the way it should be. The two of them, possessing her at once. How had she gone so long in her life without learning this? This was the real magic.

Jake held her hips. “How does it feel?”

“Wonderful….” she breathed.

Nyanther chuckled and she could feel the deep sound rumbling against her chest. “It feels glorious to me. I can feel you, Jake.”

Sabrina caught her breath. “Don’t…do…that…” she whispered. “I feel like I might explode if anyone moves at all.”

“I think that’s how it’s supposed to go,” Jake said and she could tell he was smiling just from his tone. “If I don’t move, right now, my head
will
explode.”

“He has no discipline,” Nyanther said, with a vexed sound.

“Fuck you, Ny,” Jake replied.

“Later,” Nyanther assured him. “First, let’s see Sabrina explode.” He put his hands over Jake’s on her waist. “Because I cannot lie still any longer, either.”

They began to thrust. Both of them.

Sabrina shut her eyes. The sensations created by the two of them inside her at the same time were so intense, she could do nothing but stay still and accept it all. Her trembling grew to a shuddering, her breathing to a shallow pant. She was going to come again. She could feel it and it was unlike any orgasm she had ever experienced. It didn’t come up from her toes or roil up from her belly. It came from everywhere and nowhere. Her whole body participated in the pleasure.

The climax slammed into her with the impact of a star going nova, stealing everything—sight, hearing, breath and pulse. Perhaps, even her physical strength. It was only Nyanther beneath her and Jake’s support that kept her where she was.