The Seeking Kiss (7 page)

She drank and drank. Soon she became more aware of the voices around them, more acutely aware of the lights in the room, of the scents of Hex and Aleron. Of the scents of those around them. She could pick out by scent alone who among the crowd was new, who was ancient, by some level of earthiness that was sweet and sharp in her nostrils.

Her own body was different, coming alive as though for the first time. She felt her own strength, and had a few moments of fear when she realized it would take some time to learn to control it.

She was so distracted by these new ideas she didn’t notice for several moments that Hex was swooning.

“Enough, Nissa,” Aleron told her. “Even from another vampire you can only take so much.”

“Oh!” She released Hex’s arm, and he fell back against the pillows. Aleron let her go, and she leaned over Hex, concerned. But he was smiling up at her. He reached out to stroke her hair, and she shivered all over. She was full of desire once more.

“Hex, I need you
now
.”

“Yes…”

Aleron stroked a hand over her shoulder, leaned in and kissed her cheek, then kissed Hex’s lips.

“I leave you two to each other.”

Then he was gone and it was just the two of them as Aleron disappeared into the crowd of watching vampires.

Hex reached for her, pulling her down, until she was lying on his body, skin to skin, every pore alive with desire. His thigh came up between hers.

“Ah, so wet for me, Nissa.”

“Always,” she told him with a smile.

He took her shoulders and rolled over, until he was on top of her, his beautiful body pressed close to hers.

“Spread for me, Nissa. Let me take you.”

Her legs opened for him, and he kissed her neck, biting her here and there, every sharp prick of his teeth drawing desire from her body, lighting her up inside. And everything was sharp, crystal clear, as though lit with electricity, with the light of the sun. With love.

He wrapped his hands around her knees and drew them up high, so that she was wide open to him.

“Come into me, Hex. I need you.”

“And I need you. I love you, Nissa.”

His cock was at the entrance to her sex, pushing softly for a moment against her pussy lips, swollen with need. Then he slid inside, his beautiful cock impaling her, as pleasure drove into her like a sweet-edged knife.

He began to move in that primal rhythm, pounding into her hard and fast, and she was breathless with sensation. Her legs wrapped around his narrow waist, his rigid flesh driving ever harder into her. And as he leaned in and latched onto her neck, drinking from her once more, she lifted her head and bit into the soft flesh of his shoulder, pulling his blood into her mouth.

Pleasure rose, hot and impossibly sharp, flowing into her veins along with his blood. And he drove into her body even harder, his hips pistoning, hammering into her. Her body spiraled, that first edge of climax hovering—pleasure and smooth skin, soft lips and hot tongue, and the blood beneath it all like some sort of divine nectar.

She moaned into his shoulder, her mouth releasing him as he released her to rise up on his hands. He gazed into her face, his twisted in beautiful agony.

“Love you, my Nissa.
My
Nissa.”

“Yes, Hex. I am yours. And you are mine.”

He pumped into her, his cock hard and solid, pleasure pushing deep into her womb, his hands claiming her, holding her shoulders down on the bed.

Her hips arced to meet his thrusts. And as they moved together, truly together in a way she’d never felt before, her climax rose, crested. And when she shattered, she heard the moans and sighs of all who watched them, their energy feeding her, their pleasure joining hers, Hex’s pleasure twining with her body as he came inside her. And she came apart, falling, blinded by pleasure. By love. By Hex.
Her
Hex.

“Love you, my Nissa. Forever and ever.”

“Yes, Hex. I love you. Forever.”

Forever was more beautiful than she had ever imagined it to be. She had never been able to comprehend what that might really mean. She’d wanted this, wanted to be Turned, but she’d had no idea how wonderful, how glorious, it would be. And she had never expected to find love in this strange life. Amazing. Yet now, she had Hex, and he had her. They had love.

Forever.

About the Author

The author of a number of novels, novellas and short stories, Eden Bradley writes dark, edgy erotic fiction. Her work has been called “elegant, intelligent and sensual”. One erotic novel was recently profiled in
Cosmopolitan
.

Eden appears regularly on Playboy Radio’s Night Calls and conducts workshops on writing sex. When she’s not writing, you can find her wandering museums, shopping for shoes and reading everything she can get her hands on. A California native, Eden currently lives in Los Angeles. You can visit her website:
www.edenbradley.com

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Tempt Me Twice

One hot man is good. Two’s double the fun…until your heart gets involved.

Tempt Me Twice

© 2009 Eden Bradley

Jessie has been in love with her bisexual best friend, Paul, since their college days. He’s never made a move on her, though, and at this point she values his friendship too much to risk revealing her feelings. Especially since now he has a new male lover and seems so happy.

Paul and Noah have only Jessie’s rest and relaxation in mind when they invite her along on a camping trip to Lake Tahoe. She’s been pretty stressed out preparing to show her art at a major New York gallery. A weekend getaway will do her a world of good—and they won’t take no for an answer.

Jesse thought she’d be nothing more than a third wheel on this trip. But Noah is as sweet and hot as Paul, and their first night turns into a heated tangle of bodies in the dark tent by the lake.

It’s an erotic, intense experience that must come to an end. And when it does, will she still have her best friend?

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Tempt Me Twice:

Somehow they all got their clothes off, the men helping her to wriggle out of her damp panties. A hand slipped between her thighs, brushing her mound, making her cry out. She didn’t even know which one of them it was until Paul said, “I always knew you would be like this. Wet. Ready. Christ, Jess. I need to fuck you soon. I can hardly wait.”

“I need to fuck you both,” Noah said, laughing.

They laid her on her back, came together over her body, and the two men leaned in, closer, closer, until their lips met. It went through her like a shock, seeing them kiss. Male lips on male lips, and then they opened to each other, and she could just make out the wet flesh of tongues, heard their quiet moans. Her pussy was absolutely aching with need, and the longer she watched them kiss, the hotter she became. Just when she was sure she couldn’t stand it any longer, Noah reached down and cupped one of her breasts, used his fingers to tease the nipple. And Paul slipped one hand between her thighs.

“Oh! God…”

“Is that good, Jess?” Paul asked. “I want it to be good for you.”

“Oh, yes. It’s good.” She could hardly speak through the desire lancing into her body. Her pussy throbbed. She needed him to really touch her, to push his fingers inside her.

She arched her hips into Paul’s hand, her breast into Noah’s.

“Our girl is needy,” Noah said, humor in his voice, but it was rough with lust too.

“Let’s give her what she needs then,” Paul said. “Do you want us to go down on you, Jess? I’ve fantasized about that for years. I need to know what you taste like.”

“Just do it. Please.”

Was that her voice, so weak with desire? But she didn’t have a chance to think about it. Paul leaned in and spread her thighs wide, lowered his mouth. His breath was warm on her mound for one moment, then he used his fingers to massage the lips of her sex. Desire, hot, intense, danced over her skin. Then he spread her pussy until she was wide open and planted his mouth between her thighs.

“God, Paul!”

His mouth was wet, hot, his tongue diving into her, into that needy hole, and she was gasping. Noah’s hands were still on her breasts, kneading, tugging on her nipples.

“Noah…please…”

“Please what, Jessie?”

“I need…I need it harder.”

“Like this?”

He pinched her nipples between his fingers, and she gasped.

“Yes!”

It was almost too much, her nipples burning with sensation, her pussy dripping and Paul lapping up her juices with his tongue. Pleasure upon pleasure, her body on fire. She squirmed, on the edge already. But it was too good to come just yet. She bit her lip, held back.

Paul paused, lifting his head for one moment. “Come on, baby. Come for us.”

For us.

Oh, she was going to come any moment, despite her best efforts. She’d never felt anything like this. And she wanted to see them kiss again. She wanted them to fuck her, first one, then the other. She wanted to see them fuck each other. She wanted it all.

“Come, Jessie. I want to hear you moan,” Noah said. “I want to hear you scream.”

He twisted her nipples in his fingers, bent and took her mouth with his, his tongue pushing inside. And Paul was licking her, his tongue diving inside her pussy, then flicking at her clit. She arched into his face. She could barely stand it. And when he pulled her clit into his mouth, sucking, sucking, she came in a torrent of sensation. Exploding. Burning, fire spreading through her body in sharp currents.

“Oh God!”

She kept coming, sensation overload. She couldn’t stop. Paul’s hot mouth worked mercilessly between her thighs, Noah’s clever hands worked her nipples. She shuddered, pleasure pouring through her, until she was drowning in it, helpless.

When it was over, they both held her, stroking her skin. She could smell desire in the air. Hers. Theirs. She wanted more.

“I need to see you,” she told them. “I need to see you two together.”

“Not a problem.” She could make out Noah’s slow, wicked grin in the dim light from the full moon shining outside the tent. Just enough light to see them, and it was the hottest thing she’d ever seen, Noah’s head falling back as Paul leaned in to kiss his throat. Paul moved lower, drew one of Noah’s small, dark nipples into his mouth and sucked. Noah groaned, and Jessie’s sex filled, swelled, needy and wet once more. A small moan escaped her.

“You like to watch, Jessie,” Noah said, his voice rough.

“Yes.”

“Will you touch yourself while you watch? I’d really love to see that. To see what makes you feel good.”

“Oh God.”

Paul lifted his head, smiled at her, reached out and stroked her cheek. “I’d love to see you touch yourself, Jess. Do you know how often I’ve imagined that? Do it, Jess. Do it for me.”

His words went through her like a hot storm, and she nodded, sat up, knelt on the hard ground, her knees spread wide.

“Just do it,” she said.

They both smiled at her, watched with glittering eyes as she slipped a hand between her aching thighs. She was soaking wet again. Her fingers went right to her hard clit, stroking, sending pleasure through her in small waves. The two men turned back to each other, and Noah put his hands on Paul’s chest, pushed him down onto his back. He straddled Paul’s body, bent until his head was inches from Paul’s cock. And as he slid the swollen tip into his mouth, Paul reached out and grasped Jessie’s thigh, his hand like a brand on her skin.

She watched, fascinated, as Noah took his own cock in his hand and began to stroke. Then he lowered his mouth, Paul’s cock sliding between his lips. He came back up, and Paul’s cock was wet with Noah’s saliva, gleaming. Jessie slipped her hand between her pussy lips, slick with her juices.

“Come on, Noah,” Paul whispered. “Really suck it.”

A small laugh from Noah, then he went to work, drawing Paul’s cock in between his lips, his mouth sliding, lowering, until Jessie imagined the head of Paul’s cock hitting the back of his throat. She shivered as she watched, wanting to do the same, to taste him herself.

Paul moaned, and she plunged two fingers deep inside her pussy. Her juices dripped down her spread thighs, and desire was like a furnace in her system, heat on her skin, deep inside her as she thrust her fingers in and out.

Paul’s hips were pumping into Noah’s mouth, his hand gripping Jessie’s thigh. She arched her hips, needing his touch.

“Come closer, Jess,” he told her.

She moved until her knees were pressed against Paul’s side, and he slid his hand up her thigh.

“God, I need to touch you. Spread for me.”

She could hear the strain in Paul’s voice, the wet sounds of Noah sucking his cock. The scent of sex was heavy in the air. And she could see Noah stroking his own hard cock, thrusting into his fisted hand. Then Paul’s fingers were pushing in between her pussy lips, sliding into that needy hole.

“Ah, Paul!”

“Is that good, baby? I want it to be good for you.”

“It’s good…so good.”

His fingers pushed deeper inside and his thumb went to her clit, pressing, rubbing.

“I’m going to…I’m going to come again.”

“Yeah, come for me. Come for us, Jess. I want to come with you.”

She could hear the strain in his voice and knew he didn’t have long. Neither did she. It was all too intense, Paul’s hand working her mercilessly, fucking her with his fingers, pressing on her clit. And the sight of their two beautiful male bodies—Noah stroking his rigid shaft faster and faster, going down on Paul, imagining how their cocks would feel in her mouth—was making her shake all over.

Heat pooled in her sex, her stomach, spread. She arched her hips into Paul’s hand.

“Harder…please.”

“Anything for you, Jess.”

He added another finger, filling her wet pussy, pushing hard into her, grating against her G-spot.

“Paul!”

“Come, baby. I’m coming…coming…”

He gasped, groaned, and her entire body clenched in pleasure, her climax shattering her, sharp and blinding.

“Oh…”

She could smell the acrid scent of Paul’s come, the scent of her own slick juices as her sex convulsed hard around his fingers. Noah’s moans joined theirs as he came, the sound driving her on.

Finally, the last edges of her orgasm faded away, and Paul pulled his fingers from her, drew her to him until she lay against his chest. Noah was on his other side, stroking Jessie’s hair. And it felt so good, so incredible. Her body was buzzing, her mind clouded. And her heart was thundering with spent desire and emotion. She couldn’t believe she was here with Paul. And sweet Noah. Sweet and dirty. She’d never felt like this in her life.