A Beast For The Eyes: A Steamy Shifter Romance (A Ravenswood Romance Book 2) (7 page)

But now that they were standing in front of me, I could only stare and delight in their exquisite bodies. Beck was nothing but hard muscle from head to toe with only the barest hints of fuzzy hair covering his chest, his arm pits and his groin. He was big in every way that counted and it made my mouth go dry thinking about all the things he could do to me with his magic stick. Santiago wasn’t nearly as buff as Beck was, but he made up for it with a lean, tanned torso and a delicious six-pack that I could see myself licking desserts off of in the near future.

Now that we had laid ourselves bare before each other, there was only one thing to do. And that was to take this new experience out on its very first test run. I decided to keep things simple by taking both their hands and leading inside the torture/sex chamber. I made Beck sit down on the bed while I knelt in front of him. I wrapped my hand around his massive hard-on and started stroking him at a languid pace. I gasped in a mixture of surprise and delight when Santiago took that opportunity to rub his dick up and down between my ass cheeks while giving me a warm back-hug. While thoroughly enjoying himself, he was inadvertently teasing playfully at my own dripping centre.

When I’d had enough fun with stroking Beck, I replaced my hand with my mouth and let my tongue swirl all around his dick. Beck groaned sharply and closed his eyes several times, thrusting gently into my mouth. The cum oozing out of the top was coating the inside of my mouth and I could taste every inch of its salty flavour. As much as I wanted to bring Beck to climax and lick up every single drop of his cum, I didn’t want the night to end prematurely before it had even started. I let go of Beck’s dick and both he and Santiago took the hint. The Latino vampire’s thumb latched onto my clit from behind while Beck’s fingers slipped inside my pussy as he began finger-fucking the shit out of me. It was all I could do not to scream the entire building down while I let myself down drop down onto Beck’s long fingers as they drove into me with a vengeance.

When this bit of foreplay was complete, I decided to up the ante by giving Santiago’s dick a little more attention as Beck prepared to fuck me doggy-style. I nearly lost my mind when Beck took me roughly from behind while I sucked Santiago’s dick simultaneously. I had to work hard to keep up with the frenetic pace they were setting. The three of us fell into a sexy rhythm of thrusting, sucking and grinding that was all our own. My head swirl with all the sexy possibilities and positions we could still do.

Beck held onto my hips as he slowly and gently pushed his now lubricated penis into my posterior. The sensation was so strange and uncomfortable at first; I’d only ever done ‘anal’ once in my life. Beck took his time and did his absolute best to ensure that I was at ease as he filled up my tiny hole and tried to find that sweet spot deep within me.

Santiago followed Beck’s soft movements and eased himself slowly into my dripping pussy. I was already longing for him to plough into me quickly and roughly. When he was finally all the way in, right up to the hilt, I emitted a sigh of pure release and pleasure. They started moving inside of me. It was exquisite and depraved all at once. I’d fantasized about ending up in this kind of situation and position (literally) ever since I first started masturbating. And I can tell you that it not only lived up to my expectations, but exceeded them completely.

Beck’s dick found my prostrate and a gooey, ticklish sensation, filled my entire ass, making me go a little cross-eyed in the process as I moved my hips and thrusted back into him. At that precise moment, Santiago was locating my G-spot and driving his hard-as-a-fucking-rock-penis deep into me till I could feel the beginnings of a major orgasm creeping slowly through my bones. I was rammed back and forth like a seesaw between both vampires’ bodies. I rode both their beautiful dicks into oblivion.

“Oh shit, oh fuck. Oh…fuckity-fuck-me! Shitty-shit-for-brains-shit-tastic!” I cried out nonsensically when my release finally hit and knocked me senseless. The feeling leapt and roared deep within me like a caged beast and it was all I could do to pull Santiago against me as I fell back against Beck’s chest, letting myself recover for a good 5 minutes.

That should’ve been the end of the night for all three of us. But I already knew that my two vampire lovers had insatiable sexual appetites and with the way things were going, I was developing one of those too. So much so that I instructed Santiago to lie down on his back on the bed and for Beck to position himself in front of me once more. I turned away from my Latino lover and lowered myself rapidly onto his already hard dick.

Then I started riding him with everything I had, reverse-cowgirl-style. I couldn’t see Santiago’s face, but I heard every one of his low moans of pleasure as he lifted his hips up every time to meet my ravenous pussy, which was begging to be fucked till I couldn’t walk straight for a whole month. Beck roughly grabbed my breasts. He took my nipples, first one then the other, in his mouth and sucked on them rhythmically. Soft at first then harder. The feel of his cool tongue on my nipples almost drove me over the edge and I groaned loudly.

Beck had been stroking himself and the sounds of my groans excited him to the point where he stood up, facing me. His dick at my eye level. He grabbed my hair and pulled it back hard, forcing me to look up at his face.He pumped his hard cock a few times till cum shot out, spraying my chest with his creamy release. I gasped yet again when Santiago’s dick unravelled inside me and I felt his hot cum coating my inner walls with thick ribbons of satiated ecstasy. Beck bent down and kissed me hard. He shoved his tongue deep into my mouth forcefully as if he couldn’t get enough.

He pulled away and whispered “You belong to us”

It was then that I too cascaded into another fit of welcoming release that made my legs tremble and give out as I fell on top of Santiago’s sweaty body in a mess of emotions and sweet gratification.

20 minutes later, the three of us lay in bed together, giggling and talking contentedly. Being with the two of them felt familiar in a wholly new way. Not to mention how fucking good it had all felt. Why the hell have I never fucked two vampires before? It’s clearly the best option for a three-way.

“So…any regrets about how the night turned out?” Beck asked, running a curved finger over my love handles as he spoke. He was lying beside me while Santiago was resting his chin on my stomach.

“No, but give me a couple hours. Us girls just luuurv to obsess about the darndest things.” I joked in a husky voice, which both my vampires laugh.

“Well whatever you end up obsessing about when the dawn finally arrives, I would just like to say how much I enjoyed every inch of you, Chiquita.” Santiago purred, giving the top of my mound a loving kiss.

“I second that,” Beck agreed, sucking playfully on my earlobe.

It was an incredible night. I’m just wondering about how we can make this work without any drama. I’m flattered you both want me so much, but I don’t want to end up just being a ‘Kate replacement’ to both of you.” I murmured sadly.

“You’re nothing like Kate, Ginny. Don’t ever think like that,” Santiago urged, his eyes looking like they were welling with tears.

“He’s right, Ginny. Maybe it’s too soon to really say anything, but both Santiago and I feel this amazing connection with you, unlike anything we’ve ever experienced before. We know we’ve already asked so much of you just from you coming to live with us. But if we’re ok with sharing you, we hope you’ll be ok with enjoying both of us as much as you want, whenever you want. Whether it’s a three-way or just a good old fashioned two-way” Beck declared in earnest.

My head was doing the back-stroke with so many thoughts swimming through it. The moral side of me could write this night off as a one-time thing and put it behind me. But the bad girl inside me wanted to have her fill of every deliciously depraved thing that the world had to offer. And right now, Bad Ginny desperately wanted to keep playing this sinfully sexy game.

“Why don’t we just…do whatever comes naturally to us from this moment on? And if any problems arise in future, if either one of you feels like you can’t share me anymore, then we’ll deal with it then and there, for better or for worse. Agreed?” I finally offered in a diplomatic tone.

“Agreed,” my two vampire lovers said in unison. I smiled wickedly at the prospects as leant forward to kiss both of them on their foreheads. I could really get into this arrangement.

“My stepfather is a vampire,” Ashleigh Grayson Alberts confided one day over lunch. Her best friend Kaila Dunham just stared at her carrots. “Aren’t you even listening?” she demanded.

“Yeah,” Kaila said, glancing up. “You said your dad is a vampire.”

“Well…?”

“Well, what?” Kaila said with a shrug. “That’s old news. It’s not like they have to hide anymore. What’s the big deal?”

Ashleigh groaned. “He’s not
that
kind of vampire!” She lowered her voice. “I think he’s the bloodsucking ghoul from hell variety.”

“How can you tell?”

“Ugh!” Ashleigh wanted to smack her friend over the head with her banana. “He’s strange, Kaila. That’s all I’ve got to say. He’s really strange.”

“Your mom doesn’t seem to think so. How long have they been married?”

“Five years,” Ashleigh sighed. “Sometimes I feel like I’m a member of the bloodsucking Brady Bunch!”

Kaila couldn’t help laughing. “Stop will you? He can’t be all that bad. He took you guys to Hawaii last year.”

“So?”

“And he pays for this fancy school.”

“And your point is…?”

“I’m trying to tell you that he might not be as bad as you think.”

Ashleigh frowned. “He stays up all night and sleeps all day in the cellar. And he’s always away on business. Not to mention that he likes his beef rare.”

“Powerful men often do that. Just ask my dad.” Kaila made a face. “It’s no fun having a Senator for a father.”

“It’s just we were having dinner one night and there’s this mirror in the dining room…”

“Yeah?”

“He didn’t cast a reflection.”

“And you’re just noticing this
now?”

“I’m sorry,” Ashleigh sighed. “I guess now that I’m older it bothers me. When I was thirteen, all I cared about was getting a dad. Now I’m afraid he’ll start flapping his wings.”

“Oh, please,” Kaila laughed. “You’re breaking my heart. At least he comes home. And he’s faithful to your mom. Dad had to pay that stripper off.”

“I don’t know what he ever saw in her. Too skinny if you ask me.”

“Me neither,” Kaila let out a tired sigh. “Mom’s thinking about getting a divorce.” She picked up her carton of milk and took a long sip. “So when’s your brother coming home?”

“He’s not my brother!” Ashleigh hissed low. “I don’t really care when he comes back. That’s all I need for the creep to come dragging home and bring his pet boa constrictor. Do you know he put a frog in my bed last time he was here?”

“Yuck,” Kaila grimaced. “How old is he now? Twenty?”

“Twenty-three,” Ashleigh informed her bitterly. “He still treats me like a child!”

“Well, at least you’ve got a brother,” Kaila pointed out. “Try putting up with a slut for a sister.”

“Don’t tell me she’s at it again!”

“Uh-huh,” Kaila snorted in disgust. “After the abortion I thought she’d learned her lesson. Nope!”

“Who’s she with now?”

“The rugby team.”

“The whole team?”

“Yeah. And the wrestling team. The fencing team. The chess club.”

Ashleigh burst out laughing. “No way!”

“I’d take a vampire over her any day. Count your blessings, dear.”

“You may be right,” Ashleigh sighed at last. “But I’m still not looking forward to that ghoul spending the holidays with us.”

“Maybe he’s changed. Men do that sometimes.”

Ashleigh tossed her banana peel at Kaila and wished she didn’t have to go home.

“I doubt it,” she said at last, peering out the window and wondering how she was going to get through three weeks with Sebastian Alberts.

Maybe she should invest in garlic and a crucifix.

“Mom, I’m home,” Ashleigh called, setting her backpack down in a chair and making a beeline for the kitchen. She found a note on the refrigerator informing her that her mother would be late and could she please heat up the chicken casserole in the freezer. “No problem, Mom.” She threw bologna and cheese on wheat and headed for her room.

Halfway up the stairs there he was. Tall, dark, and annoying; a familiar smirk blighting his pale features.

Sebastian!

“What are
you
doing here?” she demanded, her eyes narrowing in disdain. “You’re not supposed to be here until seven!”

“And hello to you too,” he drawled in that annoying voice of his. “I took an earlier flight.”

“Good for you,” she snapped, trying to get past him. “Will you please move?”

He grinned and stepped aside. “You’re pricklier than usual.”

“And you’re just as hideous,” she flung at him. “You could use a tan.”

“You’ll need more than a sandwich to fill out that mess of bones.”

Ashleigh shoved him aside and ran up to her room “When did you say you were leaving?” she yelled over her shoulder. “I’ll have to mark my calendar.”

“How many inches have you grown, beanpole? Ten? Twelve?”

“I hate you!” she screamed before slamming the door. “Jerk!” Ashleigh muttered to herself. She flicked on the television and turned the volume up so she wouldn’t have to listen to his laughter. “Same old creep. I should have staked his ass.”

She set the sandwich aside, having lost her appetite.

Her mother came home late and found Ashleigh still in her school uniform. “Ash,” she said softly, “you didn’t eat my chicken casserole.”

Ashleigh’s eyes fluttered open to see her mother leaning over her. “Hi, Mom.”

“Hello, sleepyhead. Did you see Bastian?”

“Ugh,” Ashleigh groaned, shrugging out of her blazer. “Don’t remind me about the toad.”

Kate Alberts laughed. “He’s not so bad. He
is
your brother after all.”