Page 32 of Kidnapping Their Third

“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 chestthat 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?”

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