12. Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Cora

She’d never felt so turned on in all her life, and she was still fully clothed! All they’d done was kiss and not even for that long, and she could already feel the need pooling in her belly.

“Let me help,” Pike said and jumped off the couch. He grabbed her with those massive hands and lifted her to her feet.

Kimble flowed off the couch and joined him, each of them grabbing a long sleeve and tugging it over her hands. The moment she lifted her arms, the shirt came off. She felt a tug and the sound of fabric tearing, then her bra was gone too. Cool air hit her hot skin, making her shiver and nipples bead.

They didn’t give her a moment to be uncomfortable. When she tried to cross her arms over her chest to cover herself from their hot gazes, Kimble put his lips to hers again.

“Perfect human,” he whispered, then started kissing her again.

She felt Pike’s hand settle on her shoulder blade and run down her back. “Goddess of the Hunt, you’re gorgeous. I’m going to touch you everywhere with my hands and lips. Everywhere.” He lowered his hand to her ass and squeezed. “But first I need these pants gone.”

She heard him drop to his knees and then felt his hand snake around to her waistband. She heard the hiss of the zipper, then felt the fabric drawn down over her slim hips .

He took her panties also. Hands on her hips turned her until she was facing him. Kimble moved a little so she only had to keep her head to the side to continue kissing him as Pike kissed her mons and then the curls covering her sex. She gasped into Kimble’s mouth when Pike flicked a tongue out, spearing between her feminine lips and briefly licking over her sensitive flesh.

Pike groaned as his hands tightened on her thighs where he still held her pants up. “Fuck, you taste good. I’m a starving man who needs to feast.”

She made an eager sound, and Kimble ended the kiss to look down at what Pike was doing. He nodded in approval.

“Finish naked, all,” Kimble ordered as he stepped back and made an encompassing gesture with one finger.

Dazed from lust, Cora didn’t understand what he meant right away but Pike did. With one swift movement, Pike toppled her over his shoulder so he could untie and pull her work boots off.

“Pike!” Cora exclaimed, trying to straighten up. “I could’ve gotten those off!”

“This is faster,” Pike responded as her shoes went flying and then her pants were gone. Before she could respond, he was standing up with her still on his shoulder and one beefy arm over her ass, holding her steady.

“Here or the bedroom?” Pike asked.

“Bed,” Kimble answered.

“I agree,” Pike said as he turned slowly, careful to keep her away from the nearby lamp.

“Do I get a say in this?” Cora asked with a laugh. She tried to reach down and touch Pike’s ass, but the man was just too big. Even half dangling over his shoulder, she could only get her fingers in his belt loops. “This is so unfair.”

“Of course you get a say,” Pike said as he strode into her bedroom. “But only after the second or third orgasm.”

Cora snorted. “That sounds like a brag.”

“It’s not a brag if you can back it up,” Pike said with confidence as he gently pulled her off his shoulder, then dropped her on the bed below. Kimble was already kneeling on the bed, naked and eager.

Sitting up, she took a moment to admire Kimble while Pike stripped. Unlike the bulky and bulging Pike, her vampire was covered in beautiful lean muscles. He had black hair on his chest that narrowed to a band as it ran down his stomach. A narrow happy trail led her eyes to his half hard, uncut cock.

“I want to touch you,” she whispered, unable to look away from Kimble’s blossoming erection.

“You can touch either of us as much as you want, any time you want,” Pike said, taking a kneeling position on the bed next to Kimble. The difference between the two was startling. Pike was so big and muscled that compared to him, Kimble almost looked delicate.

Except between the two of them, Kimble was capable of being a cold-blooded killer and Pike couldn’t bring himself to kill the spider he found in the bathroom that morning. Unlike Kimble who wasn’t quite there yet, Pike was fully hard and leaking pre-cum.

“This is killing me,” Pike said, making her realize that she’d been sitting there staring at them for several minutes.

Leaning forward, she put a hand on each dick, grasping gently. Kimble was a handful, but Pike was large enough to be scary. She could wrap her fingers around him, but only barely, and she was sure there were at least nine inches there. Good god, it would be like trying to shove a baseball bat inside herself.

“I’m not sure I can handle this.” She meant the words to be funny, but they came out sounding intimidated.

Pike put a finger under her chin and urged her to look up. When their gazes met, he smiled at her. “This is sex between mates, there are no expectations except pleasure. You don’t have to sit on either of our cocks, you don’t have to suck on us or even touch us if you don’t want to. This is about enjoyment, not requirements. Let go of your human ideas about relationships and intimacy. Let Kimble and I show you what it’s like to have magic in your life.”

“You sound like a porno advertisement,” Cora murmured.

Pike didn’t take offense. “A very special porno only for you.”

As they’d talked, Kimble had gotten harder and was now a solid, velvety rod in her hand. The foreskin was pulled back and a pearl of pre-cum dotted his slit.

“You’re feeling better,” she murmured.

“That’s the first time I’ve ever seen him hard,” Pike said in a husky voice. “How does he feel in your hand, my little human? ”

“Strong,” she answered, looking up to meet Kimble’s red eyes. The vampire’s expression had been needy but at her single word response his spine straightened, and his shoulders went back.

“Strong,” he agreed.

She rubbed her fingers over their tips, smearing pre-cum and making both men suck in their breaths. With deliberately slow strokes, she moved her hands up and down a few times. Suddenly Pike moved away, pulling his cock out of her grip.

He stood next to the bed with his hands clenched. “Cora, it’s been a long time, and I don’t want to go off before we’ve even really begun.”

It took her a moment to understand what he said but it was Kimble who commented. “Cub.”

Pike snorted. “We’re all cubs compared to you, old man. You’re so damn old you can’t even remember what century you were born in!”

Kimble laughed and Cora bit her lip. It was flattering that Pike almost came from only a few strokes of her hand. “Does this mean I can’t touch you anymore?”

Pike put a single knee on the bed, his cock jutting out toward her. “You can touch me, but maybe not there.”

She nodded her head and held out a hand. Taking it, he resumed his kneeling position next to Kimble.

“We touch?” Kimble asked.

“We want to touch you too,” Pike explained.

“Yes,” Cora agreed, but when she rose up on her knees to move closer, she got a clear view of all of them in the bedroom mirror and froze.

These two men were gorgeous specimens of male beauty and then there was her. She was flat chested with narrow hips. Tim always said she had the body of a twelve-year-old boy. Her pale skin didn’t have the lovely alabaster glow Kimble had and there was nothing special about her hair or face.

What was she doing?

All desire fled, and she suddenly felt cold and vulnerable. Looking down at the bed cover, she started to retreat when Pike made a pained sound.

“What happened?” he asked, tightening his hold on her hand. “Why do you look so sad? And you’re pulling away from me. What did I do? ”

The thought that she’d accidentally hurt his feelings stopped her retreat. “You didn’t do anything. It’s, uh, me. I guess I’m not ready to be with you guys.”

“But I could taste your desire,” Pike protested. “Do you only want Kimble? I can leave the room.”

Kimble made a negative sound, drawing both their gazes to him. He was regarding her with pursed lips and a shrewd expression. He pointed at the mirror. “Didn’t like.”

Pike made a confused sound. “Huh?”

Kimble continued. “Didn’t like look. Didn’t like image. Thinks ugly.”

Cora felt her face get hot with embarrassment and tried an age-old distraction tactic. “It’s nothing. How about I suck you guys off?”

Neither male took the bait. “You think you’re ugly?” Pike asked.

“I’m not ugly,” Cora answered, hunching her shoulders and crossing her arms over her breasts. “I’m just not anything special. I don’t have the kind of body men go nuts for.”

“Are you saying I’m not a man?” Pike asked, humor in his voice. “Because the last time I checked, I’m both male and hard as fuck for you.”

She didn’t expect Pike to swear. Looking up, she saw raw hunger in his eyes. Licking his lips, he swept his gaze over her body.

“I could tell you how sexy you are,” he said. “But I’d rather show you. Can I?”

“We,” Kimble interjected.

“Yeah,” Pike agreed, never taking his intense focus off her. “Can we show you?”

Cora’s attack of self-consciousness retreated under Pike and Kimble’s admiring gazes.

“Yes,” she sighed out and then Kimble was on her.