Chapter 20

Chapter

Twenty

Ana

M y body is throbbing with pleasure, inside and out, but I need more—so much more. Today's good news much outweighed the bad, and I want my body lifted as high as my mood. I want, I need , Blade and Flame to make me explode.

Blade's mouth work was amazing—sucking and licking my clit, probing me with his long, clever tongue—but just as I was about to climax, he stopped, leaving me a compressed spring, tightly constrained and desperate to explode.

"Please," I cry out. I was ridiculous to think I could drink blood without needing sex, especially given I fed next to Flame and Blade. My century of abstinence is long behind me.

Flame, supporting my vulnerable, unbalanced perch, continues to explore my body, touching me everywhere except the place I need him to most. And in front of me, Blade looks deeply into my eyes as his palms and fingers tease my spread legs, my ankles resting on his shoulders. The thin scars on Blade's sharply drawn cheekbones reflect the light from above, filling me with awe and gratitude that this unbelievably handsome, unfailingly kind and gentle man is about to fuck me. I hope.

"Blade. Please."

"Patience." His voice penetrates my body, his tone deeper and more commanding than I've ever heard it, and he presses his hardness against my opening. "Soon you'll feel the full length of my sword."

His words come out more like a threat than a promise, and if I didn't know Blade, I might fear that he planned to hurt me. But he won't. He'd never.

During his training, the master ground Blade down, like steel on a whetting stone, honing him into a hard, sharp weapon ready to kill on command. But since I've known Blade, day by day, his razor-like edges have softened.

Blade is still a lethal weapon to be sure, still all man, but I can see deeper than that. I see the scared little boy inside who just wants to be loved. And I also see the man who desperately wants to give me pleasure right now, even as he forces me to wait, my opening pulsing against his equally throbbing head.

Looking into my eyes, Blade presses into me, and his cock breaches my entrance.

"Oh!" My head tips back against Flame's chest at the stabbing pain. It's almost like Blade is a sharp instrument slicing me in two. But the pain quickly passes, and he rests just inside me.

He remains perfectly still, stretching my opening and breathing heavily as he looks deeply into my eyes.

My body molds around the intrusion, quickly recovering from the initial stab. And then he presses forward again, and then again. Each time, he pulls back before pushing further in, and his invasion is progressing so slowly it feels like he's entering me a millimeter at a time. But each minuscule progression conquers a new frontier of nerves inside me.

"You good, darling?" Flame asks from behind, and I look up into his adoring blue eyes.

Blade presses forward, and I gasp. "So good."

If I ever doubted Flame's attraction or affection, I couldn't begin to deny it now. Flame's looking at me like I'm the most precious thing in the world, something to cherish and protect—perhaps worship. But the moment that thought enters my mind I want to banish the claim. I'm being presumptuous, and conceited. But the longer I look into Flame's eyes the more my thoughts seem understated.

Continuing his agonizingly slow advance, Blade slides another quarter of an inch inside me, and I direct my gaze back to him. Another wave of emotion washes through me, simultaneously delivered by Blade's eyes and his cock, and it fills me with so much warmth and pleasure I feel ready to burst. I wanted to have sex without emotions today, but that's proving impossible. As much as I don't want to admit it, I still care for these men, and it's clear how much they care for me too.

Blade's moving unbearably slowly, pausing often, and yet his stiffness is twitching, moving even as he holds himself still, like his cock is a divining rod, seeking out my inner depths, telling him when and where to drill.

Flame's fingers start drawing circles low on my belly, his tempo matching the slow pace of Blade's cock's invasion, and I close my eyes, yielding to their luxurious pace, giving over my body and mind to these men—fully accepting whatever it is they want to do to me, and however they want to do it, and Blade gets deeper and deeper and deeper.

Blade's balls brush against my ass as he lands deeply inside me, filling me beyond capacity. My eyes snap open.

He starts to move, thrusting fully in and out of me now, but a million times more slowly than he's ever fucked me before. The muscles in his torso ripple as he moves, his body like a strong, supple bow, like a wave, like a dancer. His entire body undulates as it glides his hardness in and out of me, his movements gentle, but the building friction and pressure almost vicious.

Flame's fingers part my folds, exposing my clit to the air. And it improves my view of Blade's hard, beautiful cock as it slides into me, over and over and over. Tipping back my head I notice Flame's eyes, too, are focused on the junction of penetration, on my damp sex being drilled by his brother, my juices glistening on Blade's cock.

Flame's finger lightly touches my clit.

I buck. Flame takes his finger away, then returns it, then takes it away again. Over and over, he flicks my tender nub when I least expect it, heightening all the pleasure being delivered by Blade's long cock. I can no longer feel the edge of the sofa under my ass. I'm not even sure it's still under me as the two men support me between them, working together to give me more pleasure than I ever imagined could come from such tender movements.

I'm right on the edge again. So close that the explosion might literally kill me if I don't climax, and soon.

"I need to be inside one of you." Flame says from behind me, his voice tight. He rubs my clit, then shifts his finger away, forever denying me what I most need.

"Her," Blade says softly, and then looks into my eyes. "That okay with you?"

I nod. It's hard to imagine anything these men could do that wouldn't be okay with me right now.

Closing my eyes at the pleasure, I feel like I'm floating, and then realize we have moved. Without releasing me, Flame has somehow climbed over the back of the sofa and is now standing behind me, supporting me, as Blade continues to thrust gloriously slowly inside me.

"You okay with both of us at once?" Flame asks, and I moan my consent.

Blade offers his wrist to Flame who quickly gathers some blood, and then I feel its intense heat and stimulation, as he presses his blood-tipped cock against my back entrance.

"Go slow," Blade says, and my body clenches around him. I love this assertive side of Blade, and how it contrasts with the gentle way he's making love to me. Making love, because the word fuck doesn't remotely describe what's going on between us. It's hard to think back to the first time Blade was inside me. How forcefully he took me from behind, how detached he was, and how it was Flame who taught Blade how to give me pleasure.

Buried inside me, Blade stops thrusting, and he slides my legs off his shoulders, hooking my knees over his arms. Even though Blade's no longer thrusting, the change in angle makes me gasp.

Then Flame pushes the tip of his cock inside my ass, and my gasp turns into a yelp.

"Easy, easy." Blade frees one of his hands to stroke my cheek as he looks lovingly into my eyes. My freed leg dangles, but I still feel fully supported between them, and doubly impaled.

Flame hisses, like water on a hot surface, as he continues to work his way deeper and deeper inside me, using Blade's blood for lubrication. Slowly, he slides in and out, letting me adjust to the increased fullness.

I've had two of them inside me before—even three—but this time feels different. It's more tender for sure, but also more intimate, so much more intimate, as if the men are literally plunging into the true depths of my soul.

Fully in now, Flame's hips press against my ass, and I turn slightly in their arms putting one hand on each of their shoulders, so I can see both of their faces at once. I love how they're both fully inside me. How are three bodies are joined as one.

Flame slides his arm under my free leg, and now they're holding me between them, fully impaled and immobile. But although I can't really move, an enormous power surges inside me, like all the strength from both men has become part of me, their heat and possession seared into my body forever.

Slowly, they start to move again, their hips pulling back and pressing forward, their cocks stimulating every cell in my body, as their rods slide against each other's inside me.

And as I glance from one to the other, they look at me with so much reverence I feel like I might be imagining all that I'm seeing in their eyes. Perhaps it's my own swelling emotions being reflected back to me.

Over and over, they glide inside me, moving so gently, taking me so carefully that I no longer have any complaints that I've yet to climax. I could last like this for hours, for days, and be fully satisfied.

A deep, painful moan draws my attention.

Leaning against the wall, Crusher is watching me, watching us, his eyes focussed on the two cocks as they push into me over and over. He moans again, and his gaze rises to meet mine.

He inhales sharply, like he's been punched, and I realize it's not simple lust I see on his face.

It's pain. It's despair. Crusher's not just envious that he's missing out on the post-feeding sex all vampires crave, it's so much more than that. Crusher doesn't want to be inside just anyone. He wants to be inside me.

Flooded with regret and loss, I turn away. I won't let anything invade how amazing I feel right now.

Phil is alive, and I feel more connected to Flame and Blade than ever before. And not just literally, although that is true too. With my legs folded over their powerful arms and their thick hard cocks moving smoothly inside me, it's like they belong there, like I might die if they ever withdraw.

I can't let worry about Crusher ruin this moment. I'll get over him, eventually, and he'll get over me.

"Ana." Blade gently caresses my face.

Looking into his silvery eyes, I trace the scar on one cheek with my thumb, and then slide my fingers into his tightly curled hair.

"Ana," he repeats my name like a mantra, and I love how my name sounds on his lips. "I love you, Ana."

My body clenches around his cock. "Blade?—"

He gently presses a finger against my lips. "Let me finish."

I nod.

"I know you didn't want emotions today, but I can't hold this in."

His rhythm changes, and I gasp at the intense pleasure.

"I've loved you from the moment we met, from the moment you were so brave in that tunnel. And every day since, I've loved you more. I only wish I'd recognized my emotions sooner. I'm sorry it's taken me this long to find the right words to tell you."

"Oh, Blade, I?—"

From behind, Flame drives into me harder stealing the end of my sentence, as if wanting to save Blade from hearing what I planned to say. And I'm no longer even sure what I did plan to say.

Then Flame pulls nearly out of my ass and thrusts back in again—hard. Gasping, I look into his eyes, my body, every part of me shocked at his sudden and propulsive change of force.

The impact leaves me gasping, as Flame pounds into me several more times before he returns to gentle movements—they both do—and my pleasure rises so high it steals my ability to think, to react, to even breathe.

"Don't respond," Blade says. "Not right now." His finger gently caresses my parted lips as he looks into my eyes.

"Just let us make you feel good," Flame says drawing my attention to him.

"Ana," Blade says. "You are my queen, my goddess, the most important thing in my life." He thrusts long and slow and deep inside me, swiveling his hips to reach even more places. "I would gladly die for you."

"I, oh…"

Blade has opened his heart to me, and I should respond, but they're both gyrating their hips now as they thrust, constantly changing their angles as they move more rapidly. I can't possibly speak. We're all moaning, consumed by the ever-increasing pleasure.

"I want to give you everything you desire. Everything you need." Blade's voice is tight with tension as he pumps into me.

"I know what you need right now," Flame whispers against my ear.

He presses a finger into Blade's mouth, and then slides it down, quickly finding my clit with his saliva-soaked digit. As they both continue to consume my senses with dual thrusts, Flame flicks his finger over my clit, and his touch, enhanced with Blade's essence, lifts me back to the edge of a cliff.

Consumed by pleasure, my upper body drops to the side, but the men have me, they'd never let me fall, even as I begin to convulse and thrash in their arms, my body contracting around their intrusions as every part of me explodes.

And then, just as I start to think it couldn't get any better, they brace me tightly between them and start to thrust even harder—together, then in opposition—both seeming to lose control of their actions, driving more erratically, more forcefully inside me.

And still, I feel safe. I feel loved. I feel everything —physically and emotionally. Then the ultimate hits. They both come inside me.

Shooting in unison, their seed blinds me with its intensity, and the spunk gives them added lubrication to take me even harder. We all shout out our pleasure, and my never-ending orgasm heightens again.