[Menage Amour: Contemporary Cowboys Menage a Quatre Paranormal Romance, MFMM, vampires, HEA]
Jane Jamison is a Siren-exclusive author.
No one seemed to move. All eyes were on her. What else could she do but chuckle?
Kane’s eyebrows took a dive. “So I take it that you don’t know we’re vampires?”
Her mirth died fast enough. “No, no, I do. As of today, in fact. But you don’t have to worry. I don’t go in for silly rumors.”
“But what if it’s not a rumor?” Nick tunneled his fingers through his hair.
Were they testing her? Did they want to know if she was reliable? Or a dummy who would fall for incredible tales? “Then I’d be in real trouble, wouldn’t I? I mean, here I sit in the middle of the night with three vampires. Surviving an encounter with one vampire would be hard enough, but three? Nope. I guess my blood is about to be sucked out of me.” They had to be joking. Well, she could play that game, too. “Unless, of course, you don’t think my blood would be tasty.”
“I’m willing to bet that everything about you is tasty.”
She’d expected them to laugh. To tell her they were joking. What she hadn’t expected was what Desmon had said. Or how they were looking at her. As though they were wolves and she was a hen who had just been plucked, roasted, and offered to them on a silver platter.
“We’re making her uncomfortable.” Kane stood, and his brothers did, too.
Feeling like she’d just completed an interview—or was it really a test—she stood and stuck out her hand. “Thank you for talking to me. And it’s really nice to finally meet you.”
Nick took her hand and enclosed it in both of his. “Well, we blew the hell out of this. We’re terrible at first impressions.”
“No. You aren’t.” And she meant it. How could she not when feeling her hand caught between his made her want to crush his lips to hers?
Kane took her hand from his brother’s. “Again, we apologize for waking you up, but you need to know it’ll probably happen again. So, in advance, we’re sorry.”
“It’s okay. Really. I wasn’t asleep, anyway.”
“Why not?” asked Desmon. “Don’t tell us you’re a vampire, too?”
“Hardly. But I don’t think it would be so bad being a vampire.”
“You don’t?” Nick wrapped his arm around her waist, spiking the heat between her legs. “Why’s that?”
“Because vampires are always so cool. So debonair. So sexy.” At least, in the movies. And these three were as sexy as any movie vampire ever was.
Desmon led the way to the staircase. “I’m glad you think so. But you know how people exaggerate. Especially after they started making all those vampire-turned-romance hero movies. Especially the one where the vampire sparkled in the sunlight. Everyone knows vampires can’t be out in the sun.”
She giggled, and not from his joke. His touch was making her feel giddy. “So I guess you don’t sparkle?”
“Nope. Not one bit.” He shot her a wan smile. “Unless, of course, you’re going to throw glitter on me.”
“Sorry. I’m fresh out of glitter.” She got on the first step and turned to face them. Suddenly, an image of the three of them bowing at her feet struck her. They’d declare their love for her and she’d rule over them as the queen of their kingdom. A glittering kingdom. She giggled again.
Girl, you need to get some sleep.
“Oh, one more thing, Bryn.”
She looked to Desmon. “Yes?”
“Our Uncle Mordecai Cortana is arriving soon. We don’t know the exact day, but soon. He tends to just show up whenever he feels likes it.”
She’d only read bits and pieces about their uncle. Most of which, she didn’t believe. The rumors swirling around Mordecai Cortana were even more outlandish than the ones around the Cortana brothers. “He is?” It would be exciting to meet him.
“Our uncle is a bit eccentric,” said Kane.
“A bit?” Nick snorted. “I’d say it’s more than a bit, but whatever.”
“Anyway,” added Kane, “remember to take whatever he says or does in stride. And it would probably be best if you didn’t spend too much time with him. Especially time alone.”
Was it a serious warning? Or were they worried about their uncle making them look bad? She attempted to lighten the mood. “Is he a vampire like you? Will he change me into a vampire if he bites me? Should I wear a turtleneck sweater?”
“No need for the sweater. He isn’t out of control. At least, not any longer.”
Not any longer? Meaning that at one time he was out of control? Oh, shit.
Desmon glanced upstairs. “We’ll see you tomorrow, Bryn.”
That was a dismissal if she’d ever heard one. “Okay. Sure. And, again, it was nice meeting you.” She turned and tried not to rush up the stairs.
Suddenly, a thought occurred to her, and she slowed down. Maybe even put a little more sway in her hips.
Are they checking out my ass?
“Oh, and Bryn?”
At the top of the stairs, she turned back to them. “Yes?”
Tell me I have a great ass. Tell me you want to fuck my ass.
She froze, all too surprised by her thoughts.
“You’ll never be a vampire,” said Kane.
“Oh? Why not?”
“Because a woman vampire is called a vampiress.”
His ass was exactly as she’d imagined it every time she’d studied a photo of him, his back turned to the camera, as it was all too often. What little the material had hidden, she had created in her mind’s eye.
Round and firm. Hard enough to squeeze, yet pliable enough to feel oh-so bitable.
He folded his slacks then carefully draped them over the hanger made especially for them. Then he hung the three hangers to the far left side of the closet, the side where Charlotte had told her he hung all his clothing that needed to be dry cleaned. A special delivery man summoned by Charlotte would drive out from Colorado Springs to pick up all the dry cleaning the next day.
The only clothes he had left on were his black socks. Maybe it was odd, but she found men wearing only dark socks to be very sexy. Yet when Kane yanked off his socks, his huge partially erect cock swinging with the movement, she was glad he’d gotten rid of them.
When Kane stepped out of his closet, he found his two brothers, already naked, waiting in his bedroom. She smiled, knowing that the situation would never happen in real life, but this was, after all, her fantasy. If she wanted all three men naked in Kane’s room, then that was what she’d have.
Kane’s dark eyes slid over his brothers’ shoulders to her. Slowly, their handsome faces peeking over their own broad shoulders to see her, Desmon and Nick pivoted toward her, too.
“Come here, Bryn,” commanded Desmon.
Her gaze dropped to his fully erect cock then jumped to see that Nick’s cock was just as thick and curved as both his brothers’.
“Bryn, come here.”
Was Desmon asking her or ordering her? More often than not, she didn’t respond to orders. At least, not of a personal nature. But, then again, sometimes a girl wanted nothing more than to do as she was told. After all, she planned on giving them a few orders, too.
She came forward, suddenly finding herself naked. “Yes?”
“We want you,” explained Kane. “And we want you now.”
As part of her fantasy and as part of her reality, her hand found her clit and rubbed hard. “How much do you want me?”
Kane’s eyes narrowed. Nick and Desmon gave her searching looks. Obviously, they weren’t used to women questioning them instead of dutifully hurrying to do as they’d ordered.
“You know how much.” Nick’s eyebrow jumped skyward.
She smiled. “I do. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear it. Tell me. How much do you want me?”
“Enough,” said Desmon. He’d been totally naked a moment before, but now he wore his cowboy hat.
Yes. That’s better. I like cowboys.
Her gaze switched to Nick and then Kane.
Then again, I like rockers and businessmen just as much.
Her imagination hung a tie around Kane’s neck and mussed up Nick’s hair more.
“Enough is not good enough.” She wasn’t about to give in that easily.
“We want you so much we can already taste your juices,” offered Nick.
She was certain that if she looked down, she’d see her sweetness running down her legs. Instead, she kept her gaze to his. “My juices? Or my blood?”
Their eyes flashed with surprise. Their expressions grew intense.
Ooh, I likey.
“Both,” answered Desmon. The tips of fangs peeked over his bottom lip.
“Will you change me?” Even though she was in control of her fantasy, she hadn’t expected to ask that question. If given the chance, would she want to be a vampire?
No. Not a vampire. A vampiress.
She pushed the strange thoughts aside, unwilling to go deeper into that part of the fantasy.
“We will do anything you want.” Nick came to her. He stopped only a foot in front of her, then, before she knew what he was doing, he pulled her against him. “And you’ll do anything we want, won’t you?”
“Maybe.” She enjoyed the gleam in his eyes. Once again, she’d said something they weren’t used to hearing.
The curve of his all-knowing smile was enough to convince her. Not that she’d tell him so.
“Yes, you will.” He touched her hair, cupping his hand against her head. “But don’t worry. We’ll never ask you to do anything you really don’t want to do.”
“Good to know.” Had she spoken? She wasn’t sure. How could she be sure when her breasts were crushed against his eight-pack abs? How could she be sure when his hard cock had eased its way between her legs?
He skimmed his hand downward to cup her cheek. “You want us. More than anything you’ve ever wanted. More than life itself.”
She swallowed, her mouth suddenly going dry. Still, she managed to pretend his words had no effect on her. “More than life itself? I think someone’s a little full of himself.”
“He is,” said Kane as he eased past them to stand behind her. “But sometimes a man has a right to be a little full of himself.”
“A man knows when he deserves a woman,” added Desmon, his hat once again gone. “We deserve you.”
She cast her gaze down as they surrounded her. The heat from their bodies radiated onto her, cocooning her in a hot sexual haze.
Hot bodies. Vampires were supposed to be cold. Dead. These men are anything but cold and dead.
She ran her hand along Desmon’s arm then welcomed the kiss he placed against her neck.
Bite me. You don’t have to be a vampire to bite me.