Skye

I woke slowly, perfectly warm. Jeramy must have decided that it was worth it to turn the heat on already.

I grumbled at the thought of needing to get up for work and attempted to stretch. My eyes flew open when I couldn’t move and memories of the night before flashed through my mind as I took in the two men holding me. 

I sat up sharply, dislodging the arms around me. “It wasn’t a dream?” I asked shakily.

“Hmm…” Antonio, the vampire, sat up and nuzzled against the back of my neck, his arm wrapping around my waist. “Do you want it to have been? I thought it was a wonderful evening.”

“N-no, no, I don’t want that. It just means…” I let my voice trail off, not wanting to finish the thought out loud in present company. I cleared my throat. “It just means that I don’t really have anywhere to go.” I shivered as I felt his teeth gently scrape against the junction of my neck and shoulder.

His head came up and I felt his breath against my ear. “What did you think we meant by bringing you back with us?”

I bit down on a whine that started to escape when I felt his fangs scrape against my earlobe. “I-I don’t know what I- hngh- I can’t think…” I whimpered. Antonio chuckled, a slightly darker sound than I expected, but he didn’t draw back or stop the little kisses he was trailing up and down my jaw. “I thought you were just being nice.” I finally managed to squeak out. I glanced at the sleeping form on the other side of me briefly. “I-I don’t want to come between you two.”

Antonio drew back slightly. “Little Skye,” he turned my head so that I met his eyes. “You are the third that completes us; you could never come between us.”

I bit my lip, then winced when my teeth opened the already existing cut. I dabbed at it with my thumb and came away with blood on my finger. Before I could wipe it away, Antonio gripped my hand and sucked my finger into his mouth. Without thinking, I bit down on my lip again. His eyes flew to mine, his gaze dark with desire. His fangs flashed when he licked his lips and I whimpered involuntarily.

“May I kiss you again?” His voice was rough when he spoke and I nodded enthusiastically.

The smile on his face set butterflies flying in my stomach. He gently pushed me back against the bed and leaned over me, propped up on his elbows. 

“Beautiful.” He whispered softly before leaning closer.

I waited on bated breath for his kiss and whined when he merely licked my lip and pulled away. 

“Patience, Little Skye.” He breathed, his smile took an almost evil, teasing quirk.

I whimpered. “You are teasing me. You said you would kiss me, but you aren’t.” I whined, wiggling underneath him.

He pressed his knee between my legs and I froze. But when that was all he did, I began pushing myself against it. “Please!” I pleaded.

His smile grew. “Yes Skye, beg me.” He traced his thumb across my lips. “Let me hear what you want from these pretty lips.”  He sucked his own thumb into his mouth when it came away with my blood on it.

My face flamed and I whimpered again. My desire to please him outweighed my embarrassment and I opened my mouth to beg, but he chose that moment to press his thigh into my crotch and a moan escaped before I could form words. His grin had turned even more teasingly evil and he pressed more firmly against my crotch. I shifted my hips to meet his thigh and he drew away, much to my dismay.

“N-no!” I whined, reaching for him. I held fistfuls of his shirt and tried to move him back.

“Ah-ah-ah. Use your words, Little Skye. Tell me what you want.” He demanded.

“P-p-please!” I cried out. “Tony, p-please!”

He chuckled and dropped close enough that I could feel his breath on my face. “Please, what?” He whispered against my cheek. “Tell me what you want.” He repeated.

“Tony,” he once again pressed his thigh against my groin teasingly, cutting off all thought again and I cried out pitifully. I was so turned on by his teasing, it hurt. I was breathing hard, chest heaving, desperately to form the words he wanted me to say.

Before I was able to speak, another pair of hands slowly dragged my shirt up. “You had better give him what he wants, sweetheart. Antonio won’t let up until he hears what he wants.” The gruff voice behind me caused me to shiver, along with the way Conner’s fingers began teasing my n*****s. I’d never thought that they were very sensitive, but as they peaked under Conner’s callused fingers, I writhed at the fire that filled my belly at the touch.

“I-I-I’m t-trying!” I cried out. “Please, Tony, k-k - ahh,” Antonio and Conner simultaneously pressed against my groin and twisted my n*****s sharply. “Hngh! Conner, Tony, please! Kiss me! Touch me!” I nearly screamed out. 

I let out a cry of relief when Antonio immediately consumed me in a kiss. His tongue plundered my mouth until I was in desperate need of air. I broke the kiss, gasping for air and noticed one of Conner’s hands had joined Antonio’s leg between mine and he was not so gently stroking me closer to the edge. 

A moment later, they both withdrew and this time my cry was one of frustration. “No no no.” I chanted. “Don’t stop. Please!”

Conner and Antonio chuckled. “We’re just rearranging, sweetheart.” Conner growled in my ear. 

“Well, move faster!” I demanded.

“Careful what you ask for.” Dark amusement tinged Antonio’s tone and I found myself flying through the air.

When the world righted itself, I found myself pressed up against the wall, hands held high above my head, my shirt and skirt gone. Antonio and Conner were both missing their shirts.

My chest heaved as I wriggled in their hold. They each held one of my hands while their other hand explored my nearly naked body.

Conner’s callused hand trailed over my silken boyshort panties and he leaned close and pressed his mouth to my ear. “Do you like these? Do you like the way they feel against your skin when we press against them?” 

I shivered at his breath in my ear. “Y-yes! Please Conner, more!” I begged, thrusting my hips into his hand.

He chuckled and cupped my p**** more firmly. Antonio’s hand stroked down my back, coming to rest just above my butt. 

“So perfect.” They murmured in unison and I found myself blushing at their words.

They seemed to be communicating without speaking and I found myself pressed between them, Conner against my back and Antonio my front. Antonio’s hand was pressed against my now bare butt and I whimpered as his fingers stroked over my hole. “P-please!” I could feel slick dripping down my thighs.

But when he pressed more firmly against my hole, my cries turned pained and the events of the night before flashed through my mind, causing me to freeze and my mind to shut down. Both men stilled immediately. I tried to push my way out from between them, fear and embarrassment making it difficult to breathe.

“Let me go!” I begged pitifully. I didn't want them to realize how weak and scared I was and decide I wasn't worth it.