Spellbound (2 page)

“Are you sure?” she said quietly into the shell of his ear.

He purred, a low rumble that made her stomach tight with need when Venturi joined in. Their dual purr vibrated through her and she surrendered to them, giving up the fight to get an answer. She’d worry about the repercussions tomorrow. This was too good to pass up on.

Taking hold of both their hands, she stepped out from between them and looked at them. They snarled at each other. Neither seemed willing to play together and she knew better than to push them into touching each other, no matter how delicious it would be to see it. She could see the tentative look in their eyes, the hesitation. They were happy to submit to her desire for them both and were accepting each other’s presence, but that was as far as it would go. She didn’t mind. The idea of having these two men at her mercy, their attention focused solely on her, was mind-blowing.

Stepping backwards, she smiled coyly and led them towards the bed, her mind conjuring images of what would happen once they got there—writhing naked bodies contrasting beautifully against the black silk sheets of her four-poster bed. The anticipation was almost too much to bear. With each step she took, she could feel the slickness in her underwear. The heat in her belly threatened to become an inferno and consume her.

When she stopped at the foot of the bed, she released their hands. She clicked her fingers and the lights turned off, candles springing into life in their place. The whole room was lit by a soft, warm glow, making the walls dark. She glanced over her shoulder at the four-poster bed. The black silk sheets and plush canopy shone in the candlelight, giving the whole room a den of iniquity look. She supposed that tonight it would be.

Her breath trembled as she released it, the excitement getting to her. She couldn’t wait.

Licking her lips, she ran her eyes over both Valentine and Venturi. They wore patient looks, their faces emotionless, but their eyes sparkled with fire. The Devil she wanted them, right now, this instant. She wanted to feel them inside her, thrusting, filling her up. She wanted to feel connected to them and release these emotions bursting to get out of her.

Desire, passion, need, love.

“Who wants to undress me?” she said, gaining control of herself but losing it again the second they both stepped forwards.

They were surprisingly gentle and excruciatingly slow at their task. She felt as though they were teasing her, drawing everything out until she couldn’t bear it any more. She watched them in turn as they carefully loosened the strings of her corset, the other removing it and placing it to one side. It was taking forever and she felt as though she was going to burst before they got her out of the dress. Their fingers kept grazing her skin as they removed her skirt and then her under dress. A trail of fire followed in the wake of each barely-there caress and she wondered if they knew what they were doing to her.

She smiled when Valentine carefully removed her amulet and placed it to one side.

Finally, and at long last, she was standing before them in nothing but her underwear. The black stockings reached high up her thighs, the matching black thong the only other article of clothing she wore. Her breasts were bare, moving freely as she stepped towards Valentine. She decided that he had to come first in all of this. He was her alpha male, her mate, and he deserved the most attention, regardless of how hungry she was to finally see Venturi in all his naked glory.

Unbuttoning Valentine’s jacket, she slowly pushed it off his shoulders and tossed it onto the floor. He raised a brow at her and she grinned mischievously, knowing how much he hated it when she did that. He loved everything in order and neat. She liked to pass through her life like a hurricane, leaving mess everywhere.

She licked her lips and focused on her hands as she undid his shirt buttons one by one, her fingers brushing against his chest as she peeled his shirt apart little by little. Tugging the hem of it out of his black trousers, she undid the remaining buttons and opened the shirt by running her hands up his torso. He tensed beneath her, his muscles bunching and revealing themselves. Her stomach tightened and she bit her lower lip, drinking in the sight of him. She drew the shirt down his arms and then set to work on his trousers.

His belt and zip gave way easily under her fingers and she slowed to a snail’s pace as she pushed them down over his hips, revealing the hard length of his cock. Her fingers trembled and she ran them over it, teasing the soft head and wondering how the sight of him naked always managed to get her so hot, as though it was their first time all over again. How many times had they done this since then? They’d been nothing short of adventurous in the bedroom over the past year but she still shook with anticipation every time.

Giving him a brief but passionate kiss, she sighed against his mouth and steadied herself for what came next.

She turned her back on Valentine and came to face Venturi. His eyes darkened as she leaned backwards into Valentine’s chest and rubbed her backside against his cock. She loved the feel of it sliding against her.

Bringing her arm up over her shoulder, she hooked it around the back of Valentine’s head as he kissed her neck, his fingers tightly grasping her hips. He ground against her and she moaned, her eyes hooding as she tried to keep them fixed on Venturi.

He removed his jacket and her gaze instantly dropped to his trousers. Her eyes narrowed when she saw the outline of his erection as it pushed against the black material. Her clit throbbed and she bit back a moan when Valentine scraped blunt teeth along her throat.

Stepping out of his embrace, she moved across the room to unwrap her other present.

Venturi was already undoing the buttons of his shirt as she approached. She didn’t know whether to stop where she was and admire him as he gradually revealed himself to her, or to step forwards and do it for herself.

Watching him peel his black shirt off, she ached to run her fingers over his bare chest, exploring every inch of him and memorising the subtle differences between his body and Valentine’s. He threw the shirt to one side and gave her a look that clearly said he was waiting.

She swallowed her nerves and stepped up to him, her eyes tracing each delicious curve of his torso and slowly working their way downwards. She looked up into his eyes and held his gaze as she took a deep breath and cupped his erection. He twitched beneath her fingers, fire invading his eyes and his lips parting. She could see the need and the hunger in him, and could feel it too. She lightly ran her fingers over his concealed cock and he moaned, his brows knitting tight and his eyes narrowing.

The Devil he felt good, better than she’d dreamed.

Licking her lips to wet them, she tried to keep her breathing steady as she undid his belt and then the button of his trousers. She didn’t take her eyes off his as she slid the zipper down and eased her hand inside. She wasn’t surprised to find he didn’t have any underwear on. The skin of his rigid shaft was smooth beneath her fingers, silky and luring her into touching it more. She loved the feel of it and it seemed Venturi loved the feeling of her touching it, because he moaned again, this time biting his lip.

Her gaze dropped to his mouth and she clenched with desire when she saw sharp canines rather than blunt teeth. His black eyes bore into hers when she met them again.

Moving closer, so her body was brushing against his, she kept one hand on his cock and caressed his chest with the other. His muscles were hard under her fingers, tensed and ready. Her eyes became hooded as she stared at his mouth again and slowly tiptoed, bringing her lips to his. She wanted to know what it was like to kiss him but she wouldn’t rush this. It had to be slow, tender, and everything she’d imagined it would be.

He seemed to feel the same way as her because he brought his head down to meet hers at the same slow pace. She was aware of Valentine behind her, watching them, and the feeling that this was on some level forbidden, made it all the more intense. She knew that Valentine would be able to sense her feelings, as clearly as she could sense his. There was no anger in them, no jealousy. There was only desire and need.

A spark ran through her when her mouth finally met Venturi’s. His lips were soft as they brushed hers, cool and inviting. She kept the kiss light at first, just grazing his mouth with her own, and then deepened it until his lips parted and his tongue met hers. She moaned at the feel of it sliding along hers and then clenched his cock in her hand and dug her fingernails into his chest when his incisors scraped her lip. The taste of blood instantly filled her senses, heightening everything and making her lose a little of the control she was desperately holding onto. She wrapped her arms around his neck and forced her tongue into his mouth, cutting it further and spilling blood. Her teeth sharpened and she caught a different taste as his tongue was cut by them. The taste of it drove her on, and she groaned when Venturi grabbed her backside and ground against her. He lifted her a little off the floor, kissing her hard and deep, stealing her blood at the same time as she stole his. She could feel it escape the corners of her mouth and trickle down her chin.

Her eyes shot wide open when Valentine stepped up behind her, his hands somehow finding a gap between her and Venturi and cupping her breasts. He teased her nipples and she squeezed her eyes shut when he rubbed his cock against her backside. She was so tempted to wrap her legs around Venturi and impale herself on his length, but she resisted, not wanting to hurry into anything.

Instead, she brought her mouth away from Venturi’s and craned her neck so she could reach Valentine. He leaned over her shoulder, his mouth descending on hers in a passionate kiss that stole her breath away. His tongue traced the inside of her mouth, lapping up the blood there, and she tackled it with her own. She felt his teeth scrape against it and nicked his tongue, adding his blood to the mix. It was intoxicating, even more so than the spell.

Valentine moaned into her mouth and thrust his cock against her. She arched her back into him and held onto him with one hand while her other kept hold of Venturi. She groaned when Venturi licked her nipple, teasing it into a hardness that was almost painful. He sucked it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and occasionally nipping it with his blunt teeth. Her head became fuzzy, her thoughts colliding with each other and then disappearing as she gave herself over completely to the pleasure. The feeling of both of them touching and teasing her was nothing like she’d expected. It went beyond it. It was a pleasure so good that it felt as though it shouldn’t exist and she felt weak with it, consumed by it.

Venturi bit down lightly on her nipple and then tugged at it. His hand slid around under her thigh and raised it up, pulling it to one side at the same time. He ground against her pussy, hard enough that the friction made her throb with hunger when his cock rubbed against her clit. He lifted her other leg and Valentine’s hands hooked under her arms, his fingers torturing her nipples. She was suspended by them, Venturi grinding against her pussy as Valentine thrust against her backside. Venturi kissed up her chest, licking at the other nipple as Valentine’s hand moved to her neck. He stroked it lightly, a touch so barely-there it drove her insane with need. It tickled and sent shivers through her, making her mind race to imagine him biting her. He kissed the other side of her neck and then gently bit down with blunt teeth.

She moaned and writhed against them both. She had to do something before they made her burst. Opening her eyes, she stared at the ceiling above her and sighed out her breath, gaining a modicum of control over herself.

“Release me and go to the bed,” she said and was surprised when they did.

They gently lowered her to the floor and she was thankful that Valentine didn’t let her go because her knees gave way. He held her, a slight smile on his lips. He looked pleased.

When she felt able to stand by herself, she motioned for him to join Venturi on the bed. They lay next to each other, both gloriously naked and waiting. She frowned and moaned at the sight of them, their cocks hard and jutting proudly from their hips.

Crawling onto the bed, she made her way up their legs, lavishing equal attention on them with kisses so light she wondered if they could feel them. She spread their legs, making the ones in the middle touch so she could straddle them. When she reached their cocks, she stopped and eyed them both. They weren’t much different, Venturi’s a little larger than Valentine’s, but she knew the kind of skill he had with it firsthand and knew that size didn’t count for everything.

Glancing up at them, she smiled when she saw they were both watching her, hunger written clearly in their eyes along with a silent order. She obeyed them, sitting back on their knees and running her hands up their lengths. She ran her left fingers over the head of Valentine’s cock, catching the pearl of pre-cum that lingered there, and then did the same to Venturi with her right. Looking at both of them, she brought the two drops to her lips and licked them off. Both men growled at her, their cocks twitching for more.

She took a deep breath and leaned over, running her hand up Venturi’s as she ran her tongue up Valentine’s. She swirled it around the head, dipping it into the slit, and then wrapped her lips around it and took him into her. She suckled him for a few seconds before moving over to Venturi’s and sucking him. He tasted good. She licked up the length of him, listening to him moaning and feeling him tense beneath her. When she reached the head of his cock, she opened her mouth and lowered it over him until he touched the back of her throat. She sucked him and fisted Valentine at the same pace. They both thrust against her, groaning and writhing beneath her.

She pulled back and gave them a wicked grin. They frowned.

“Kneel,” she said and they immediately did as she’d asked. She’d figured it out now. If she didn’t command them, then they were free to do whatever they wanted, almost as if there wasn’t a spell on them. But the moment she uttered an order, they had to do as she said.