Skye's Trail (28 page)

She reached back and circled her arms around Gian’s neck, stretching her body between the two men, leaving herself open and vulnerable, like a female wolf offering a show of submission. Gian’s fangs grazed against her neck and a sob escaped her.

Rico moved away long enough to pull the dress down her body. The sight of Gian’s dark hands on Skye’s breasts, of his mouth against her neck as she offered herself to both of them made his cock jerk with anticipation.

He unzipped his jeans, intending only to ease the pressure, but the desire on Skye’s face had him pulling his cock out. She made a soft, hungry sound and Rico’s eyes went to her mound.

He didn’t need to open her with his fingers. Her cunt lips were already parted, the wet pink flesh glistening and begging for his kiss, his tongue. What man could resist that sight? Rico dug his hands into her ass and held her in place as he buried his face into her pussy, inhaling the heady scent of her, licking and biting like a starving man then plunging his tongue in and out of her channel, taking her first orgasm into his mouth.

Explosive pleasure rushed through Skye’s body, but the orgasm only fed her need for a more thorough joining. She untwined her arms from around Gian’s neck and moved her hands to Rico hair as she sunk to her knees, the weight of her body urging him backward onto the floor.

In a frenzy she stripped him of his shirt so she could feel his flesh against hers, but she didn’t have the patience to do more than shove his jeans further down his legs.

His cock was wet, swollen, hungry and she wanted to eat it whole but Rico forced her upward with a whispered curse. “I won’t last if you put your mouth on me.”

Possessive pleasure ripped through her at the sight of him underneath her, at the way he smelled of her and bore her marks. She covered his lips with hers and met the thrust of his tongue as he speared her with his cock, ramming all of him into her with one forceful stroke.

Gian’s body straddled hers and she whimpered when she felt the swing of his testicles against her buttocks. Underneath her Rico stilled, and then his hands moved around to spread her ass cheeks.

Skye was soaked in her own juices, but Gian still took a moment to prepare her further, to work his fingers in and out of her anus, coating her with extra lubricant as Rico teased her with short strokes until she began writhing and pleading with Gian to join his body to theirs.

Gian covered her then, working his penis into her slowly. Rico groaned and arched upward as the space he was occupying tightened and grew smaller. Skye clamped down on Gian’s cock, fighting against the painful pleasure of his possession even as she welcomed it. She could feel the tension in his body, the burning need to shove himself into her and fuck—he was only barely able to control himself, to hold back for fear of hurting her.

But Skye didn’t want control, she didn’t fear being hurt. She dropped the barriers separating one from the other and Rico’s lust poured into her, joining with her own need before swamping Gian and washing away any control.

He drove his penis all the way in, stroking Rico’s cock through the thin barrier that separated them. Rico groaned and bucked, moving in and out of Skye’s tight channel, feeding the pleasure that all of them experienced.

Gian held himself still for several heartbeats, then hissed and began thrusting, sometimes in counterpoint, sometime in concert with Rico’s strokes.

Skye writhed and screamed between them, her cries driving their lust higher.

Rico’s thrusts became more aggressive as he fought to lock within her. Gian’s fangs emerged in anticipation.

Then in the moment Skye trapped Rico in her body and his semen began jetting into her womb, Gian struck, sinking his fangs into her neck as he too filled her with his come.

The pleasure of their shared orgasm left them panting, holding each other as their bodies solidified and became separate entities rather than one.

Gian eased his face away from Skye’s neck, making no effort to hide the fangs from Rico as they retracted into their sheaths. Rico’s heartbeat accelerated, and he knew by the expression on Gian’s face that the sound of the blood rushing through his veins was a heady temptation.

Rico wanted it to be a trick of his imagination, but he knew it wasn’t. Some part of him had known—fuck, he’d had a premonition of this when he’d had to invite Gian into his home, but he hadn’t believed. How could anyone be expected to believe that vampires really existed?

Skye brushed a kiss against the bite mark on Rico’s neck and Rico’s cock stirred inside her pussy. He never wanted to leave her silky, wet channel.

She tightened on him and he could feel the need, the bond between them. Then she laughed softly, moving so that his cock slipped out of her and Rico wanted to howl at the loss of her warmth.

After she’d wriggled out from between them and stood, she said, “I vote for a shower and a soft bed.”

They followed her through the bedroom and into the shower. As the hot water washed over Rico, he grew hard just remembering what had taken place the last time he was in the shower with Skye. Despite what had already happened, he wanted to take her down and mount her.

As if reading her thoughts, she moved closer and ran her hands along his body, stopping when one hand cupped his testicles and the other encircled his shaft.

Rico couldn’t stop himself from stroking into her hand.

She laughed softly and loosened her grip, teasing him with the promise of pleasure, making him frantic to feel her fingers wrapped firmly around his penis.

Skye whispered a kiss across his lips and down his neck, stopping over the bite mark and sucking gently.

Rico arched into her, silently begging her to tighten her grip on his cock. When she did, he closed his eyes and groaned as her hand pumped him, sending waves of ice-hot need up his spine.

Gian moved up behind him and fear started to rise in Rico, but Skye’s soft laughter brushed it away before it could take hold. “Gian doesn’t want your body. That belongs to me. He wants your blood—at least this one time—to complete the bond.” Her mouth licked and sucked from the mark on Rico’s neck to the one over his heart, then along his ribs and over his abdomen before brushing a kiss over the mark on his inner thigh.

When she looked up at him, her eyes were dark with the promise of pleasure and Rico’s cock throbbed in anticipation. “Do you freely offer your blood to Gian?”

“Yes.”

Rico almost went to his knees when she took him into her mouth and began sucking. The hungry sounds she made threatened to turn him into a rutting animal.

He groaned and buried his hands in her hair, fighting against the need to thrust violently. Her hand tightened on his cock and balls, staving off orgasm after orgasm until he was shaking, desperate to spew his seed.

“
¡Carajo!
Please!”

She took him all the way back in her throat and in the instant that his semen jetted through his cock, Rico felt Gian’s fangs sink into his neck. The pleasure was extreme, like nothing Rico ever known, and even when there was nothing left in his sac he continued to pump and orgasm.

* * * * *

Rico woke with the feel of the sun on his skin. His heart let out an instant shout of joy. He wasn’t a vampire.

Skye’s soft laugh drew his gaze down to where she curled against him.
You have nothing to fear. He can’t turn you into a vampire, can’t make you serve him, though he’ll probably have to be reminded. The Angelini bond protects you as it protects me.

Even after everything that had occurred, Rico’s heartbeat accelerated at the sound of her voice in his head. Shit! He wasn’t sure he liked this, her knowing his thoughts, her being able to talk to him this way.

You have the same ability now. I’ll teach you how to put up shields. You’ll have your privacy, as I’ll have mine.

Real privacy, or an illusion?

I won’t betray your trust, Rico.

He trusted her, but he couldn’t let the conversation drop.
But the truth is that you can know what I’m thinking any time you want to.

She turned then and traced her fingers along his jaw.
Yes, as least when we’re close together. The sun weakens Gian’s ability to move through my barriers, as does distance.
She shrugged.
I don’t know if it will always be this way. I can’t touch any of the details of what my mother’s relationship with her two mates was like. They were bonded, they were happy. I am a part of all three of them, but the hows and whys and possibilities are blank spaces.

Rico rolled over on his back and pulled her on top of him.
We can work on building shields later
, he growled.
But right now, no barriers seems like a good thing to me.
She smiled and opened her legs, welcoming his morning erection, welcoming him.

* * * * *

“Are you going to work today?” Skye asked as they sat at the table and ate another one of Rico’s creations.

Rico’s face hardened. “Only long enough to grab Cia’s file and see if I can figure out where the girl might have gone and who she was meeting. I don’t want to run into the captain and have to answer questions about last night. He’s more than just my boss.”

“The dark-haired girl that your partner was sitting with?”

He hesitated and Skye was careful not to touch her mind to his. Finally he said, “Yeah. Cia’s been putting a lot of time in on this case. The kid we were tailing has been in some of the same Internet chat rooms as Brittany Armstrong, wants the same thing that the Armstrong kid wanted—to be a vampire.”

A sick expression settled on Rico’s features. “Guess that’s not as crazy an idea as I thought it was.”

Skye couldn’t stop the small laugh from escaping. “No, though it’s not as easy as the movies and old stories make it out to be. It requires strong magic, more than most people can survive.”

Rico looked at her sharply. “You knew when you found Brittany’s body that they were trying to turn her into a vampire.”

“No.” She laughed again and teased, “If you’d told me that you thought vampires existed and that’s what had happened in the woods, I would have wondered why my body craved such a loco mate.”

Rico’s heart took a hit of pure happiness. His mother and father teased each other like this. And until this moment, he hadn’t realized how much he needed all of it—the fantasies, the intense sex—but the tenderness and teasing, too.

He dared to touch her mind, to feel what she was feeling, and found that even though she was different in so many ways, in this she was the same. She wanted a home, the love of her mates.

There were flashes of memory, of her mother and her mother’s two mates, and Rico realized something else. He’d always seen Skye as powerful, desirable, a mystery and a fantasy that were impossible to resist. But she’d been alone since she was a small child—not lonely, but alone, without family, without anyone who cared whether she lived or died.

Rico ached for the child she’d been. He reached across the table and covered her hand with his. He showed her images of his own family, flipped through them like the pages of a photo album. “They’re a lot to take in all at once, but for better or worse, you’re stuck with them now.”

Skye’s laugh was soft. “For better or worse.” She sent him the picture of her mother and her mother’s two mates.
For you as well. When this is done, I will hunt for them.

Rico gave her hand another squeeze then released it, standing to gather dishes and take them to the sink. “I’d better get in and get those files.”

Though his back was turned to her, Skye could feel his thoughts turn to his partner, could feel his need for reassurance. “Your partner will be fine. When she’s healed, Terach will return her.”