Mia's Return (10 page)

Wyatt fell back against the sofa,
breathless.

Alexander rose to his feet and began to
unbutton his shirt, his gaze upon both of them. “Sit back, Mia,” he
said softly.

Mia shivered and sat next to Wyatt, her
head barely reaching above his rounded shoulder.

Alexander stripped his clothes quickly,
as Wyatt’s breathing settled. Alexander was tall and supple, while
Wyatt was all muscles and power, but Alexander was still undeniably
male. His chest and shoulders were solid and flexed with lean
muscles. And he too, had a defined abdomen, with sharply delineated
muscles. His tight hips and ass framed his long, thick cock, with
its red head.

Mia caught her breath. Oh, she wanted
him inside her. Soon. Quickly. She swallowed and looked up at
him.

Alexander sat on the sofa next to her,
opposite Wyatt, and picked up the ties of her wrap dress. “I think
I’ve finally figured out how this dress works.” He pulled on the
bow.

The bow unraveled and Mia let her
breath escape in a rush, for he
had
figured it out. The bow
held the entire dress together. Once it was undone, the dress would
unwrap.

Alexander pulled the ties apart and
held the right-side one out to Wyatt. “You take that one.”

Wyatt propped himself on one hip. “With
pleasure,” he rumbled and pulled his side of her dress open, at the
same time as Alexander pulled open the left side.

She was wearing no bra beneath. She had
stripped off her bra before meeting Alexander at Starbucks, when
some instinct, or simply desperate hope, had made her think there
was a chance the meeting might be erotic in nature.

Now both men pause to look down at what
they had revealed. She wore dainty red lace thong panties, black
stay-up lace-topped stockings and nothing else. Her breasts were
swollen with lust, the nipples red and erect. Her panties were
soaked through and her thighs coated with her juices.

She squirmed. “Fuck me. One of you.
Both of you. Please,” she begged.

“God,” Wyatt breathed. “You’re
beautiful.”

Alexander slipped her arm out of the
long sleeve. Wyatt followed his example. Mia bought his head down
to hers and kissed him. “Thank you,” she told him.

Then she reached for Alexander and
kissed him. She tasted Wyatt’s salty cum as well as Alexander’s
unique flavor and her pussy clenched.

Alexander stroked her cheek with his
long finger. “No one has ever been able to surprise me the way you
can.” He glanced at Wyatt, then leaned down and began to suck her
breast. Wyatt took his cue from Alexander and did the same to her
other breast and Mia cried aloud at the twin assault.

For endless minutes they pleasured her
breasts. Their hands squeezed, stroked, fluttered and tickled.
Their mouths nibbled, teased, licked and sucked. Their teeth
nipped, tugged and scraped and their tongues lapped and probed,
pushed and prodded.

Mia writhed and moaned, her pelvis
bucking as she desperately tried to find relief. She was unaware
that her own fingers had moved between her thighs until Alexander
gripped her wrist in an iron fist and pulled her hand away from her
clit.

“Keep her hand pinned down,” he told
Wyatt, his own voice thick with lust.

Wyatt grabbed her other wrist and kept
it locked down under his own weight and both men went back to
pleasuring her breasts and she bit back her cry of pleasure. To be
held down while put through this exquisite torture was even more of
a torment. She was melting. Her pussy was going to implode.

Strong fingers slid between her nether
lips. Alexander’s, she thought. Then others. Wyatt’s. They were
stroking, exploring. They avoided her clit for now, dancing around
it. She hissed, her hips lifting, trying to make contact with them,
aching for their touch. But they slid past the hard, swollen nub,
stroking the tissues beside it and moved on.

Fingers slid inside her, pushing hard
and deep. She gave a gasping cry as they stroked her pussy walls,
making everything ripple appreciatively. The fingers stayed in her,
thrusting in and out. Poor substitutes but she clenched around
them, greedy for anything right now.

Then a thicker digit – a thumb --
pushed against her ass. The muscle gave way and the thumb pushed
inside. She groaned at the welcome invasion. Her eyes closed, her
breath deserting her. “I’m going to come,” she whispered, feeling
her climax building from deep inside.

Fingers moved instantly to her clit,
milking her in unison, bringing on her climax and ensuring it would
be as strong as possible. It swelled, coiled and then burst upon
her, making her head throb and electrical lights explode behind her
eyes. She arched with a cry, her back lifting off the sofa and her
eyes snapping open. Wyatt and Alexander instantly brought their
hands beneath her to support her, watching as she stayed taut for
endless seconds as the orgasm gripped her, shaking her in little
quivers, before finally releasing her and letting her fall back on
the sofa with a tiny sob.

The hands were removed and the men let
her go. She was too weak for a moment to protest but she wanted
them back. She tried to lift her hand to wave them back to her. All
her life she had gone without this. She wasn’t content with a mere
five minutes of it. But she could hear them murmuring. Mia closed
her eyes and drifted.

Then Alexander was next to her again,
sliding his arms under her. “Come here.” He lifted her like she was
a doll and carried her into the kitchen, where he placed her on a
padded bar stool. Wyatt was already there, still naked and pulling
food out of two big paper bags sitting on the counter. Mia realized
she was also naked except for her stockings. Alexander too, was
naked and seemed just as unconcerned as Wyatt.

“You two need to eat,” he said. “This
may be your last chance.”

She remembered that Zachariah, as a
result of the first trinity’s bonding, no longer had to feed as a
normal vampire but did have to eat normal food as a human did. No
one could predict what the changes might be as a result of their
bonding. This could be their last meal. She looked at the packages
Wyatt was laying out and saw that Alexander had remembered most of
her favorite foods and personal preferences with uncanny
accuracy.

Wyatt was staring at Alexander,
stock-still, his hands full of packages.

Alexander rested his hand on the man’s
shoulder. “It’ll be all right,” he said. “Eat.” He picked up the
package of zabaglione and a fork and gave it to Mia. “Go ahead.” He
kissed her and cupped her breast, before leaning against the
counter. “You don’t mind if I watch, do you? I miss eating.”

Wyatt shrugged, trying to look
nonchalant. He pulled out a prepared foot-long deli sub and took a
huge bite out of it. “Your loss.”

Mia began to eat, suddenly ravenous.
Alexander was gazing at her and she swallowed her mouthful. “Alex,
you never got to come.” It bothered her.

He smiled. “I did. You just didn’t
notice.”

Wyatt grinned and took another bite of
his sub.

“We feel what you feel,” Alex told her.
“It’s part of the bonding and will intensify as time goes on. You
watched me and Wyatt and we both felt how you responded to
that.”

Wyatt had stopped eating and was
watching her with an intense expression. She could feel her heart
beating harder, her pulse racing, just remembering Alexander’s
mouth on Wyatt’s cock. She licked her lips.

“Then when we made you come just now,
we both got to feel that to. That was very intense for us
both.”

“You
both
came? Just from me
climaxing?”

“Almost,” Alex said simply.

“Oh…” Understanding came to her. She
squeezed her thighs together as her clitoris throbbed. In the few
moments she had recovered on the sofa, they had brought each other
to mutual climax.

Mia was almost panting, her chest
rising and falling as her arousal sought to encompass the mental
image.

“She likes that idea,” Wyatt murmured,
putting down the remains of the sub. His cock was stirring,
lifting.

Alexander straightened up from the
counter. “I told you she would.”

“Hand or mouth?” Mia asked, her throat
dry.

Alexander smiled. He moved behind
Wyatt. He was taller by a bare inch. “Does the idea of my hand on
his cock excite you, Mia?” He put his hand on Wyatt’s muscular
thigh, a bare inch or two from the jutting shaft of his waking cock
and Mia’s heart leapt. She pushed her tub of zabaglione aside.

“You know it does!” She pressed her
damp hands over her knees.

“What about Wyatt’s mouth on my cock?”
Alexander crooned. He was testing her, to see if she could accept
this side of his sensual nature as easily as she had accepted
everything else so far. But the mental image merely made her clit
throb harder and made her breath catch in her throat. “Now?” she
whispered.

“God, I can feel her,” Wyatt groaned,
his cock thrusting, deep red and flaring to purple.

Alexander pressed on Wyatt’s shoulder,
turning him and bringing him to his knees. Mia clutched at the
counter, her excitement profound, as Alexander brought his cock up
against Wyatt’s lips, nudging them, demanding entry. Wyatt licked
the pre-cum from the tip of Alexander’s cock, tasting it. Then,
with a groan, he opened his lips and let Alex push his cock
inside.

Alexander began to thrust, carefully
not pushing too deep, his hand on the back of Wyatt’s head. Wyatt’s
cheeks hollowed as he sucked. His throat worked and Alexander
groaned.

Mia moaned in reaction. She crossed her
legs and thrust her hand between her thighs to keep herself from
masturbating to a fast climax as she watched the two men. She was
burning with the need to come.

Alexander reached out for the nearest
support—a kitchen cabinet. His knuckles whitened as he gripped it
and his muscles bunched, as he stared down at Wyatt working on his
cock. His hips gave little involuntary thrusts as his climax
neared.

Wyatt’s body was sheened in sweat, his
cock rearing from between the mighty thighs in response to what he
was doing to Alexander and Mia’s channeled arousal.

“Come for me, Alex,” Mia whispered.

Alexander threw back his head and came
with a cry and a jerk of his hips, pumping into Wyatt’s mouth in
heavy spasms that made Wyatt’s throat work hard.

Mia was gasping for breath.

Alexander helped Wyatt to his feet and
murmured in his ear. Wyatt nodded and patted Alexander’s shoulder,
before Alexander moved to Mia’s stool and picked her up. His eyes
were very blue in the dull kitchen light. “Put your legs around my
waist,” he said, as he carried her out of the kitchen.

She was trembling and so weak she was
unsure she could have walked on her own anyway, so she obeyed and
let him wrap his arms around her. “Where are you taking me?”

“To be pampered,” he replied, his voice
rumbling against her. “As you deserve.”

She looked over his shoulder to where
Wyatt remained in the kitchen. “And Wyatt?”

“To sleep,” Alexander told her. “He had
been tracking that demon for three days straight. He must sleep for
a few hours for what comes next.”

For the bonding.

She shivered.

“I’ll have you warm in a moment,”
Alexander murmured.

“I’m not cold.”

His arms tightened. “The bonding
process worries you?” She could feel his voice against her chest, a
physical vibration that warmed her, like a hug.

“No.”

“Liar.”

She bit his neck. “You have been lying
to me for a decade. Longer than that, I think. I’m entitled to a
secret or two.”

He carried her into a bathroom, small
but luxurious. It featured a sunken tub. She was put her on her
feet.

“You and Diego share this apartment,
don’t you?” she asked.

“Yes but Diego won’t be back for a
while. We won’t be interrupted.” Alexander glanced at her with a
small furrow between his brows before turning to draw a bath.

“You don’t like me having secrets?” she
teased.

He turned and stripped her stockings
from her. “Your secrets are yours. I let you go, Mia. I can’t
protest now.”

“Then why do you seem wary of me?”

“Because now the act of speaking my
mind changes at least three lives, if not more.” He picked her up
and lowered her into the warm water beside him and kissed her lips.
“You said you loved me, once.” She saw the flare of hope and
vulnerability in his eyes and understood what drove him to speak of
it now. He doubted she loved him still—not now that she knew he was
a vampire and had lied to her about his death all these years.
Possibly not now that she had seen the true nature of his
sensuality, even though she had responded positively. Not now that
she had lived a decade without him.

“It was Zachariah who turned you,
wasn’t it?” she asked, as he washed her. “He made you a vampire and
you came here to New York. Away from San Diego.” She wanted to say
“
Away from me
,” but didn’t dare be that direct.

She could feel Alexander’s wariness. “I
had no choice,” he said simply.

“You came to the trailer and said you
were going to leave town. There was time.” Tears burned in her
eyes. “There was time to make different choices.”

“Like what?” he said simply.

“Like, I don’t know, what about not
letting me think you were dead
for ten fucking years
?”

His gaze wouldn’t let her go, even as
her vision swam and blurred. As she could see were twin pools of
blue.

“I’m sorry,” he said at last.

She laughed miserably. “That’s going to
fix it.” She surged through the water and beat at his chest with
her fists, feeling all the fury and pain of those first days after
the news of Alexander’s death had circulated through the community.
“I
mourned
you! Like a widow!”