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  Jamie couldn’t think of anything to say to that.

  “But you’re the one she loves,” Rafa said, and Jamie couldn’t think of anything to say to that, either.

  * * *

  Paige woke alone in an empty room, a cool breeze rippling the sheet over her body. She stretched, enjoying the flex of muscles she didn’t know she had, and sat up, looking around as she downed the contents of the blood bags still on the nightstand.

  The bedroom was in darkness, but some moonlight spilled in through the open French windows. Wrapping the sheet around herself, she padded over the floor and outside to a wide terrace with a hot tub and the most wonderful view.

  Rome was spread out before her like a picture, too good to be true, but it didn’t hold her attention as much as the man staring out over the balustrade. Jamie wore only his jeans, apparently laundered by Rafa’s silently efficient housekeepers. The moonlight highlighted the muscles sculpting his back and shoulders and gleamed off his freshly-washed hair.

  “You look good enough to eat,” she said, and he turned, eyebrows raised.

  Paige moved closer, nipples hardening in the breeze -- or in the presence of Jamie, half-naked.

  “Not literally, of course. Although some parts of you are pretty damn lickable.”

  He smiled as she pressed her body against his and nuzzled his neck, rough with several days of stubble.

  “You even smell good,” she said, and lifted her head to kiss him. He kissed her back, arms going around her, and as she clung to him she lost the sheet, which fluttered to the ground and left her naked against him.

  “Hi,” he said, eyes soft and warm.

  “Hi,” she said, laying her head on his chest and cuddling closer.

  They were silent for a while, and Paige listened to Jamie’s heart beating under her cheek.

  Then he cleared his throat. “The house is empty,” he said.

  “Rafa?”

  “Gone to work.” Jamie indicated something behind her. “I don’t know if you noticed the hot tub?”

  “I was distracted,” Paige said, smiling, but turned to look at the steam rising from it.

  “Fancy a dip?”

  I fancy you, Paige thought, nodding happily and leading him toward the water. Sliding in, she watched Jamie kick off his jeans and lost herself for a moment, admiring the curve of his hipbones, the strength of his legs, and the cock that was just starting to stiffen.

  When he stepped into the water she grasped his hips and took his cock into her mouth.

  Jamie sucked in a sharp breath, and she sucked him a little deeper. Then an idea occurred to her, and she let him go with a little pop.

  “Sit down,” she said, tugging him into the water. “I wanna see how long I can hold my breath underwater.”

  “You don’t need to breathe,” Jamie said, looking a little dazed.

  “Exactly,” she grinned, and dipped under the warm water to suck his cock again.

  It was weird, being underwater and not trying to hold her breath. She sucked Jamie’s cock, now getting pretty hard, deep into her mouth, and wondered if Rafa could teach her to deep-throat. Then she nearly laughed, because she was pretty sure Rafa would love teaching her to deep-throat.

  She was still holding her breath. Old habits die hard, and breathing was a pretty old habit. Licking Jamie’s balls, Paige told herself to just stop breathing -- to stop holding her breath, concentrate on the blowjob at hand, and forget about something she didn’t need to do any more.

  It didn’t work.

  As soon as she stopped holding her breath she automatically breathed in and nearly drowned herself.

  Coughing and spluttering in a way she was sure was the very opposite of attractive, Paige was hauled from the water by not one but two sets of hands. Rafa slapped her back and said, “You forgot to forget about it, didn’t you?”

  Coughing, Paige nodded.

  “Takes time. You’ve been breathing in and out all your life. You’ll get used to it eventually.”

  Paige flopped back in Jamie’s arms and he stroked her hair reassuringly. “Sorry,” she muttered.

  “It’s okay. Really.”

  His cock pulsed against her ass, and she was about to suggest sliding down onto it when Rafa -- who was draping his wet clothing on the terrace and standing in the tub naked -- said, “I could take over, if you want.”

  Paige stared. Behind her, Jamie shrugged, and Rafa grinned and ducked under the water. Seconds later she felt him nudging her gently out of the way as he took Jamie’s cock into his mouth.

  Her skin tingled. Her pussy throbbed. An inch or two from her suddenly very sensitive flesh was one man sucking another’s cock, and it turned her on so suddenly she felt dizzy.

  There was a cooler by the edge of the tub, and Paige grabbed a bag of blood to calm herself down. Jamie was holding onto her, massaging her breasts, kissing the back of her neck.

  “Is it good?” she asked, and he nodded tightly. “I -- I didn’t know you, er…”

  “Neither did I,” Jamie said with a smile he couldn’t keep up. “Jesus Christ!”

  The water in the tub was bubbling so she couldn’t see very much, but Paige clearly remembered the sight of Jamie’s cock disappearing balls-deep into Rafa’s mouth a few hours ago.

  “Do you have any idea how hot this is making me?” she whispered, her hand slipping beneath the water to ease the ache in her clit. Damn, she really needed to be touched!

  “Really?” Jamie gasped. “You -- like this?”

  Paige closed her eyes and stroked herself, fantasizing. “Yes, oh hell yes. Two hot men, two cocks, two hard asses, two… oh God, two hot men fucking each other…”

  Her head fell back onto his shoulder.

  “And where are you in all this?”

  “Shouting encouragement from the sidelines,” she said, and laughed, and then yelped as Rafa’s hands took hold of her wrist, removed her hand from her pussy, and guided Jamie’s cock into it.

  They both moaned, and then Rafa started licking them again, both of them, his tongue flickering over Paige’s swollen folds, her clit, Jamie’s balls and the length of his cock as it plunged into her.

  The pleasure was dizzying. Filled with Jamie’s cock, his hands on her breasts, his mouth on her neck, she writhed and bounced as Rafa teased and tormented her pussy.

  “He has a really good mouth,” she moaned. Jamie bit into her neck and she bucked wildly, plunging down ever faster and harder onto him, water splashing all over the terrace.

  “Jamie,” she panted, curving her arm back to bring his head closer to hers. “If Rafa wanted to fuck you, would you let him?”

  “Oh God,” Jamie yelled, and started coming inside her. “Yes! Yes!”

  Chapter Nine

  Rafa pulled Paige to her feet, toweled her off, and laid her down on the sheet she’d discarded earlier. Her whole body throbbed with the need to come. Her nipples ached and her pussy felt empty -- and there was Rafa just standing there with his cock all big and hard, talking in a low voice to Jamie, who was looking a little dazed.

  “Hey, guys?” she said, rolling onto her back and looking up at them. “Little help here?”

  Rafa grinned, a slow devilish flash of white teeth in the darkness. “Anything you want, sweetheart.”

  She fingered her pussy. “I think you know what I want.”

  He laughed, and knelt down beside her, lifting her shoulders and kissing her deeply. Then he laid her back down, turned her on her side away from him, and ran his hand up the inside of her thigh. Paige held a breath she didn’t need to, anticipating being filled with his huge cock, but it didn’t happen.

  Instead, his fingers parted her ass cheeks and his tongue swiped between them.

  A ripple of pleasure ran through Paige, so strong it shocked her and she nearly fell onto her front. But Jamie was there, kissing her mouth, tonguing her breasts, and eventually sliding down to drape her leg over his shoulder and start licking her pussy.

  Ra
fa’s tongue rimmed her asshole. Jamie’s circled her clit. Paige started to tremble.

  She started coming when Jamie finger-fucked her as he licked her, and came again when Rafa plunged a finger inside her ass. Then the pleasure just swamped her and she lost track, writhing and moaning and sobbing, and eventually crying, “Stop, I’m gonna die, I can’t take any more!”

  Jamie’s mouth left her pussy.

  “But I wanted to get back inside you,” he said, and her eyes rolled back in her head.

  “And I haven’t been inside anyone yet,” Rafa said, which made Paige moan.

  “If I come any more I’ll explode,” she panted. Then Jamie kissed her breasts, and his cock brushed her thigh. “But maybe just quickly,” she heard herself saying, and he laughed and moved up her body to slide back inside her.

  “Where you belong,” she said as he pulled her body against him, the light hairs on his chest tickling her aching nipples. “Jamie?”

  “Yes?” He pushed deep inside her.

  “I love you.”

  “You’re just saying that to get me into bed,” he said, and she laughed, exhausted, delirious with pleasure as he thrust slowly in and out. Behind her, Rafa continued caressing her ass, thrusting with two fingers and licking the rim as he did.

  “Paige?”

  “Mmm?”

  “Do you really want to see me fucking Rafa?”

  Her pussy contracted. “God, yes.”

  Jamie gave a theatrical sigh. “Well then, I guess. For you.”

  She looked up at him, dazed. “You will?”

  “Under duress,” he said, grinning, and kissed her thoroughly as she started to come again.

  Jamie lay back on Rafa’s huge bed, spread out like a feast. He was so beautiful, so lean and pale, his cock standing up proud, flushed dark red, slippery with Paige’s come.

  And he looked nervous as hell.

  Rafa smiled. Clearly, here was a boy who’d never ‘experimented’ at college. He’s probably never seen another man’s dick outside of a locker room. And yet -- whether it was for love of Paige, who was looking as if all her Christmases had come at once, or just out of sheer curiosity, here he was, preparing to be fucked in the ass for the first time by a man with a very large cock.

  Besides, even with the blood bags he’d just emptied, there was still an awful chance that he might get carried away and bite Jamie.

  “I’ve changed my mind,” Rafa announced, and while Jamie looked a little relieved, Paige looked ever so slightly disappointed. “I think I’d rather do this the other way around.”

  It took a second for them both to realize what he meant.

  “You want --” Paige began.

  “ -- me to --” Jamie stumbled on it.

  “You want him to fuck you?” Paige said eventually.

  “If he wants.” Rafa kept his eyes steady on Jamie’s. “If you don’t want this, then just say.” He licked his lips. “You might have to suck me to make up for it, but…”

  “No,” Jamie said, sitting up. “I’ll -- I’ve done this before. With girls.”

  Paige looked amazed. “You have?”

  “Well, I had to do something while you were being uninterested in me,” he said.

  “But -- with who?” Fascinated, she asked, “Was it anyone I knew?”

  “Molly. With the blue bits in her hair? And Grace.”

  “No! Mousy Grace?”

  “Yeah. She wasn’t that mousy in bed.”

  “Wow. Molly and Grace,” Paige said, shaking her head, over which Jamie mouthed, “And Sarah.”

  Rafa grinned. “So,” he said. “What are we waiting for?” His cock throbbed in anticipation. It’d been years since he’d had a good ass-pounding.

  “Lube, I guess,” Jamie said. “And a condom.”

  Rafa blinked at him. “Vampire,” he said, tapping his chest. “No diseases. No infections. Can’t possibly give you anything except an orgasm.”

  “Yes, but I’m still human,” Jamie said. He folded his arms. “No condom, no sex.”

  “You didn’t need a condom with Paige.”

  “He wasn’t fucking my ass,” Paige said.

  “Nicely put, sweetheart, thank you,” Jamie said, and she colored. He grinned and ruffled her hair.

  Rafa raised his hands in surrender. Humans these days. “Okay, fine. There are some in the bathroom.”

  Paige’s forehead wrinkled. “Uh, why, if you’re a vampire?”

  “Because,” he said patiently, “sometimes my lovers aren’t. And they don’t know that I am. Okay?”

  He went into the bathroom, and heard behind him a whispered conversation.

  “Did he wear a condom when he was with you?”

  “Um… I sort of… forgot to ask him to,” Paige whispered.

  “What do you mean, you forgot? Do you have any idea what can be transmitted by sex without a condom?”

  “Uh, apart from vampirism?”

  “Paige. He was a total stranger. You could have caught anything from him.”

  “Yes, I hear throat-ripping is incredibly contagious.”

  “Okay, but you got lucky,” Jamie said, and Rafa walked back in on Paige’s incredulous look. He grinned.

  “Okay, where do you want me?”

  Where Jamie wanted him was on his knees, and it quickly became apparent that he knew his way around an anus. While Jamie probed, lubed and stroked, Paige wriggled underneath Rafa and kissed his mouth.

  “Is it good?” she said.

  It was sublime. “Remember how we had you screaming earlier?”

  Paige’s eyes glazed.

  “Yep,” Rafa said, and kissed her again. She had the sweetest mouth, warm and soft, just like the rest of her. With Jamie’s fingers dipping in and out of his ass and Paige’s breasts pressed against his chest, he was in some kind of heaven.

  “Okay,” Jamie said from behind him. “You ready?”

  Once or twice -- okay, a little more frequently than that -- Rafa had daydreamed about what Jamie hid under his casual shirts and jeans. He’d watched the young man sparring with Sofie, Echo and Reaver, seen him shirtless and dripping with sweat, and allowed himself to fantasize about licking the sweat away, dipping inside Jamie’s sweatpants and sucking his cock, pressing him down onto the crash-mats and fucking him silly.

  “Hell yes,” Rafa said. “I’m ready.”

  The first push of Jamie’s cock into his ass was exquisite. Rafa closed his eyes, his fangs pressing against his lips. Blood.

  His eyes snapped open.

  “Move,” he told Paige, who looked startled at being given such an order.

  “What?”

  “I don’t want to bite you. Oh God,” he snarled, as Jamie pushed past the first ring of muscle and deeper in. It felt so good, too good, and he all but shoved Paige away from him, his fangs drawing blood from his own mouth as his cock swelled and throbbed.

  Beside him, Paige was watching with some awe as Jamie pushed in deep, then back out, moving a little faster and harder each time. Apparently subconsciously, her hands caressed her breasts and her lips parted, showing her fangs.

  Rafa really, really wanted to bite someone.

  His whole body was on fire. Jamie was pumping faster now, gripping Rafa’s hips and thrusting in deeper. Rafa could hear the frantic beating of his heart, the blood rushing through his veins, and thought, it’s a good job we’re not face-to-face, or I’d have my teeth in your throat right about now.

  But there was nothing for him to bite here. Not without tearing himself away from Jamie’s delicious pounding. The mother of all orgasms was building inside him. It felt so good, he was almost there, almost --

  Paige gave a soft moan, and when he turned his head he saw her fingering her own clit, her eyes rooted on Rafa’s ass. Her pussy was glistening, so wet, the pink lips puffy, and she was rocking gently against her own hand.

  Jamie pushed in deep, and Rafa surrendered to an orgasm that crashed over him and wiped him out. He was dimly aware of
someone yelling, and realized vaguely that it was him. And then it was him and Jamie, as the other man’s cock exploded in his ass. And finally, as the stars and lightning flashes subsided, Paige gave a shudder and was still.

  Rafa collapsed on the bed and rolled, with great effort, onto his back. His ass was tender but his cock, he realized, hadn’t been inside anyone at any point tonight. And yet still he’d had the best orgasm of his life.

  Jamie threw away the condom and flopped back on the bed beside Rafa, and Paige crawled between them.

  “That,” she said, sounding pretty much like Rafa felt, “was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  Jamie tiredly kissed her shoulder. “And you didn’t bite anyone,” he said to Rafa.

  Rafa frowned. “No,” he said, looking at his two beautiful lovers. “I didn’t.”

  Chapter Ten

  Paige was woken, hours later, by the lack of a warm body on one side of her. Opening her eyes -- still amazed she could see in the near-total darkness -- she saw Rafa standing by the bed, looking down at her and Jamie.

  “Sneaking off?” she whispered.

  “Taking a shower. It’s mid-afternoon for me,” he reminded her. He paused, watching her stretch. “Care to join me?”

  Paige halted briefly mid-stretch, then carried on. “And leave my nice toasty warm bed?”

  “It is actually my bed.”

  “And leave my nice toasty warm lover?” she amended.

  “Once again, mine too. Weren’t you present earlier?”

  Paige grinned, her body reminding her just how present she’d been. “Mmm.” She stretched again, just because it felt so good.

  His smile faded. “I do need to talk to you.”

  “What about?” Still glowing from the million or so glorious orgasms she’d had earlier, Paige stretched again, and swung herself out of bed.