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Jude’s pain had morphed into intense desire. She could feel
it as strongly as she felt her own desire balloon within her, swelling with
every touch and kiss and groan.

When Jude swept aside the lace covering her pussy lips and
his strong fingers caressed her confidently, she broke Cray’s kiss and let out
a small cry. A potent craving gripped her very soul. She desperately needed
their intimate touches, their contradictory tender and aggressive
ministrations.

Jude stepped away from them. Cray took her by the hand.

No words were spoken. None needed to be.

He led her to the oversized, tufted ottoman in the center of
the room and she sat on the edge of it. Jude rounded the opposite end and, with
his hands on her shoulders, guided her onto her back, her blonde hair fanning
out around her head. Cray spread her legs wide as Jude clasped her wrists and
raised them above her head. They wanted a submission of sorts. Perhaps it was
the vampire-werewolf thing and they wanted to prove they were the dominant
species. Perhaps they wanted to restrain her from pulling away again. Not that
she would.

Or maybe, she thought as Cray’s tongue swiped over her
sensitive folds and fire consumed her, they simply wanted to pleasure her.

She moaned and that seemed to spur Cray on. The tip of his
tongue flicked across her clit, over and over, until she was squirming on the
velvet-covered ottoman, her back arching, her breasts thrusting upward.

Jude held her captive and that aroused her even more. All he
needed was one hand to hold both her wrists in a firm grip and he made that
move so he could use his other hand to cup her breast and alternately massage
it and roll the nipple between his finger and thumb, before he paid the same
attention to the other breast.

Cray’s mouth on her pussy was a delicious combination of
licking and suckling. He used his tongue to stimulate her clit and then he drew
her lips into his mouth and sucked tenderly, tantalizingly.

“Oh yes,” Jane whispered. The erotic sensations racing
through her were raw and vibrant and exhilarating.

When Cray pushed a thick finger deep into her pussy, she
cried out again. The unrelenting need to have her cunt filled and stretched
made her hips lift off the ottoman and she ground herself against his mouth as
he more vigorously tongued her clit and fingered her pussy.

Jude let out a primal grunt that elicited even more dark
passions. He leaned over her and sucked a nipple into his mouth while still
holding her wrists in a vise grip.

Within seconds, that balloon of desire and need expanded and
then burst.

“Oh God, I’m going to come!”

The fiery sensations blazed through her body and they were
absolutely glorious. There was a magical sensuality that Cray exuded and a
primal one coming from Jude, which collided with her own passion in a
magnificent explosion of beautiful and carnal sensations deep within her. They
were so red-hot and searing, her insides burned. She was certain her skin felt
hot to the touch too, for the first time in decades. The heat incinerated the
pain she’d experienced with Jude’s soul and she tried once again to pass that
vibrancy onto him, to mask what ailed him.

She stared up at him and willed the sizzling sensations
inside her into the very essence of him. At first, it seemed a vain attempt.
But then he sucked in a ragged breath and released her wrists. He stood,
stumbling away until he collapsed into a chair.

“Jesus Christ.” His entire visage changed from intense and
driven to perplexed, yet highly aroused. His eyes glowed under the soft
lighting from the chandelier overhead and he looked at her in awe. As though he
marveled over the sensations she’d experienced and had transferred to him.

“What happened?” Cray asked in a quiet voice, so as to not
disturb the intimate moment.

Jane sat up. She tore her gaze from Jude and it landed on
Cray. “I think… I might have…” Elation coursed through her. She couldn’t stop
smiling, although she managed to say, “I believe I just hijacked his turmoil
and projected some of our emotions into him. I sort of…gave him part of my
orgasm.”

“Whoa.” Cray stood. He looked a little blown away and maybe
just a tiny bit freaked out.

Jane toed off her stilettos so she could stand without
teetering on them. Her body still vibrated despite having transferred some of
her pleasure to Jude. What the two shifters had done to her was much too
powerful to ebb quickly and she continued to feel the effects of their hands
and mouths on her body.

She raised her arm toward Cray and lifted one finger in an
attempt to make him stop trying to process what had just transpired. Hoping to
appease and settle him, she said, “Two wolves imprinted on me. Is my new
ability to project feelings into someone else’s soul really so bizarre in
comparison?”

He gave her a huffy look. “Apples and oranges, Jane.”

“Only because you’re not intimately familiar with vampire
gifts. They vary greatly, I’ll admit. And sometimes they don’t exist at all.
Drake, for example, is—according to him—no different innately than he was as a
human. Although I’ll always contend he’s more intelligent. He has business
sense through the roof—hardly something you’d expect from someone who became a
British soldier in the 1700s because he had no other prospects for his future.”

The room was silent for a moment. Then Jude said, “She’s
right. I felt it. I felt everything she felt and I have to say…” He shook his
head as Jane looked at him over her shoulder. “That was fucking amazing.”

She smiled. “Yes, it was. And you only got a portion of it.
Imagine what
I
experienced.”

Jude clearly still reeled from the sensations she’d
transferred to him.

Cray said, “You’ve seriously never done this before.”

It wasn’t a question, because some part of him had to
already know the answer. It was the same with her—she could sense and deduce
enough from their connection to understand what occurred between the three of
them was unique and unprecedented and…real.

“I wanted to ease some of his pain,” Jane said. “I
experimented with it a little, just a brief while ago, but when I came…” Her
eyes all but rolled into the back of her head as excitement tickled her nerve
endings at the memory of her powerful orgasm. “I thought it was a strong enough
sensation to share with him.”

Jude said, “It’s not your responsibility to fix me, Jane.”
In his tone, there was a hint of humility mixed with a serious dose of regret
and guilt.

He didn’t like that she felt the things he did and it
bothered him greatly that she was trying to smooth the deep wrinkles in his
life.

She could appreciate that. But if she could do something to
help him…

Turning back to him, she said, “I get the pride thing. Drake
never intentionally pricks my nerves when he tries to get me to leave the
office or face the fact that I hide there because I fear meeting anyone—a
human, in particular, who I might hurt. I can see now that the reason his
prodding never clicked in my brain is because, subconsciously or instinctively,
I was waiting for the two of you. But don’t mistake what I feel toward you as
pity. That’s absolutely not the case.”

She sat back down on the edge of the ottoman and said, “I
empathize with your pain. I told you I loved someone once. He had Cray’s casual
disposition and your fierce passion. Two contradictory, yet unbelievably
dynamic traits. I loved him from the moment I laid eyes on him.”

“What happened to him?” Cray asked.

Jane was both shocked and relieved to discover all the
co-mingling of emotions she commanded helped to alleviate a good deal of her
own internal strife as she thought of Sean. The erotic sensations her imprinters
evoked continued to radiate throughout her and the sensuous feelings were
strong enough to keep her from doubling over in pain, as she sometimes did when
she thought of Sean.

“A slayer tracked him down and killed him.” That was really
the only part of the story she dared tell, lest the blocking of her agony
weakened and she had to experience the excruciating grief over losing Sean.

She didn’t want to feel that grief anymore. Or the remorse.
She liked that she had a reprieve from it and she particularly liked that Cray
and Jude could help her past fifty years of a near-solitary existence.

Cray knelt beside her, his heat and hunkiness keeping her
excitement elevated and her juices flowing. He was magnificent and the desire
to see him naked was an unrelenting one.

He touched her cheek with a quiet kindness that made her
heart soar. His fingers lightly stroked her face and swept over her lips. Then
he leaned toward her and kissed her in that tender, sexy way of his. Slow and
languid. Like they’d known each other forever and had all the time in the world
to enjoy what the other had to offer.

Moving between her parted legs, he wrapped one arm around
her waist. His free hand cupped her breast and massaged it gently, yet
skillfully. He had a way of creating a slow burn low in her belly that was
molten and sexy. Hot magma seeped through her veins and that flickering flame
of desire teased her clit again.

His lips left her mouth and grazed her jaw, then her throat
as her head fell back on her shoulders. His tongue brushed over her skin and
his teeth lightly scraped the surface, a titillating touch.

“You don’t have to hide out anymore, Jane,” he murmured
against her neck. “You’re not alone. Nor do you have to worry about hurting us.
Or anyone else, for that matter. I don’t believe it’s in your nature. If it
were, you would have attacked someone long ago.”

She thought of Shana and the human blood that had tempted
her. Yet she’d resisted it. She’d fought the thirst that had risen within her
and had fled the room to compose herself.

“You’d intervene if I started to slip with a human.”

“Of course.”

She relaxed a little.

He added, “Nor will you hurt me or Jude, because we’re
shifters.”

The mere idea of tasting their blood sent a wicked shiver
down her spine. Cray’s head tilted to the side, a silent offer. She stared at
the veins running along his throat. She wanted to bite him. Actually, it became
more of a primal need than a desire.

But she said, “I can’t. I’ve never tasted human blood, nor
do I want to. Ever.”

“We’re not technically human, Jane,” Jude said.

“Do it,” Cray whispered. “It’s one more thing that binds us
together.”

A hint of fear crept along the edges of her excitement. Her
breathing quickened and her clit tingled. She licked her lips in anticipation,
but still hedged. “What if I can’t stop?”

“You will,” Cray assured her. “It’s just a sample, so you’ll
know how we taste.”

Her gaze shifted to Jude. “Are you sure about this? Because
if I bite him, I’ll have to bite you as well.” Part and parcel of the balance
they had to maintain. They’d both become an algebra equation. What she did to
one, she had to do to the other.

“Your biting us is sort of the equivalent of us imprinting
on you. Cray’s right. It is another form of intimate and innate connection.
Another eternal attachment.”

Jane wanted desperately to believe in “eternal attachment”.
She wanted to believe the three of them would always be together. That they
would never leave her or be taken from her, like Sean.

Dare she believe that?

Cray said in his low tone, “Imprint on us, Jane. Solidify
the bond.”

The white-hot craving was impossible to deny. She leaned
toward him. He still had one arm around her waist and a hand on her breast. Her
head dipped and her lips brushed along his throat. She inhaled his scent. Male
heat and a musky cologne mingled with his distinct shifter smell. The rich
aroma was intoxicating. Her eyelids fluttered closed and her mouth opened. When
her fangs sank into his flesh, passion jolted her to the core of her being. She
pulled away almost instantly as she was consumed by lust and desire. And a
sexual hunger so potent, it made her insides light up again.

With her eyes still closed and her head falling back once
more, she let the taste of Cray slide down her throat and seep into her soul.
Her pussy throbbed with the need to feel him inside her, moving slowly and
languidly, the way he kissed her.

Cray groaned. She opened her eyes to find him staring at
her. In his beautiful blue irises, she saw the same lust and desire that burned
within her.

“What do you want, Jane?” he asked.

“I want you to make love to me.” Her gaze slid to Jude and
she added, “Then I want you to fuck me.”

She all ready knew there’d be a vast difference in the way
each of them pleasured her. Their techniques would be as varied as their
kissing, as opposite as their personalities.

With them, Jane would get the best of both worlds.

Cray stood and held a hand out to her. He guided her over to
the large chaise lounge sitting at an angle in one corner of the room. She lay
back on the plush cushion as Cray rid himself of the rest of his clothing.

They didn’t bother with a condom. They were all immortal.
They didn’t contract diseases and she couldn’t get pregnant.

When he was naked, she marveled over his perfectly sculpted
physique. He was positively breathtaking. Her gaze dropped to his hard cock and
she let out an unchecked sigh of appreciation. And longing.

“You’re magnificent,” she said to him.

One corner of his mouth lifted. “Something tells me this is
going to be a very snug fit.”

Jane had no doubt.

He lifted one of her legs and rested the back of her calf
against his shoulder. The head of his cock pressed to her opening and Jane bit
back the urge to beg him to thrust into her. She reminded herself she wanted it
slow and easy with Cray.

As his thick shaft sank into her, a small cry fell from her
lips. He filled and stretched her and it was an amazing sensation. He leaned
toward her, pressing her thigh almost to her breast, spreading her wider. The
large hand on the calf resting against his shoulder moved down and around to
her backside. He cupped her ass cheek and lifted her slightly off the sofa as
he pushed deeper into her.