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Twilight's Possession - Burning Hunger Part 7

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"No. I just want to help you."

"Hmmm... Why do I get the impression you're keeping something important from me?"

"Let me see," Dayne offered, hand outstretched. "Maybe I can help?"

"You'd be willing to help me too?" she asked, still sounding skeptical. Her expression was a mixture of wariness and grat.i.tude.

"Sure." Dayne encouraged her to give him the paper by curling the fingers of his outstretched hand.



"Then maybe-just maybe!-you're no worse a man than Mr. Tight-lipped," she said, punctuating her statement with an audible harrumph. She motioned at Marek. "He's messing with me, and if you ask me, he owes me better than this." She glowered at Dayne, shaking a finger at him. "But I'm still not letting you off the hook yet. Terrifying a girl like that. It's inexcusable, apology or not. You're both on my s.h.i.+t list right now. I don't get what you two are up to, but I know there's something going on." She rolled off the bed, taking the blanket with her and wrapping it around her body.

Such a shame, to have all those delectable curves hidden.

Her hair was tousled, giving her the delicious post-s.e.x, rumpled look he adored. As she scurried across the room, one slender leg cut through a gap in the blanket, giving both Dayne and him a glimpse of one shapely thigh and calf.

They swapped hungry glances.

His c.o.c.k stirred to life once again, letting him know how neglected it was feeling.

She plucked the first clue from the table, shuffled back across the room and thrust it at Dayne. One side of the blanket drooped, exposing her left shoulder and the top of her breast. "Here. Maybe you can make sense of this. If your friend here isn't playing with me, then these are two of the most impossible, ambiguous clues ever."

"Where did they come from?"

"The first was found at the sight of the theft," Marek explained, again forcing his gaze from the perfection that was her breast.

"Really?" Dayne asked, sounding genuinely shocked.

"Really?" echoed Brea, also sounding surprised. "Let me see them again," she demanded, motioning to Dayne. "There was no mention of anything like this in the police report."

"Yeah, well that's because the police didn't see them," Marek admitted.

"How'd you get this?" Brea challenged, eyebrows lowered.

"I-I'm not at liberty to explain right now."

Dayne handed them back and cleared his throat. "I think they're meaningless. Planted. Someone's trying to steer you wrong."

Brea studied both papers carefully before speaking. "Dayne could be right. But together they do seem to make a little more sense. See here?" She spread them both on the bed then pointed at the second clue. "One of my favorite movies ever was National Treasure. Either of you seen it?" She gave them each a questioning glance and at their shaking heads, continued, "Great movie but that's not the point. The hero has to follow a series of clues to find the treasure. One of them was a rhyme. In that rhyme, a word was capitalized to indicate it was a proper name. So if we apply that to this clue, that means Secrets is a proper name. Does it mean anything to you guys?"

"No," Dayne said. "I don't know anyone nicknamed Secret or Secrets. Nor do I know of a place called Secret. Do you?" he asked, looking at Marek.

"What about the Book of Secrets?" Marek suggested, still trying to get a grip on the l.u.s.t churning through his system.

Dayne's jaw dropped. "s.h.i.+t, I hadn't thought of that. The Book of Secrets. Sure. But what's it mean?"

"What's this Book of Secrets?" Brea asked, her gaze ping-ponging back and forth between them.

"It's our people's sacred text," Marek explained, inching closer to Brea. Her shoulder was so lovely. Smooth. Soft.

"Your people's?" she echoed, turning her body toward him. Once again the blanket around her started sliding south. She caught it and tugged it up. "Are you in some kind of cult or something?"

"Not exactly," Marek answered, his mouth flooded with saliva. "It contains our laws, beliefs and-of course-secrets." His c.o.c.k was hard as concrete and his b.a.l.l.s heavy as lead. He moved another few inches closer. The scent of her skin teased his nostrils.

"Yes, that has to be it." Her eyes widened. "Where is it? Is there more than one copy? Is it far away? We need to take a look immediately." She spat the questions machine-gun style, in quick succession as she rushed across the room toward the closet.

"It isn't far." Marek dogged her. "It's kept in the Zal Halirgi, our most sacred place. But we can't just walk in there uninvited. We're going to need to make some calls first. And-"

"Fine. You make the calls and I'll try to figure out the rest of these clues." Brea waved him away with one hand while s.n.a.t.c.hing up the first clue. She chewed on her lower lip while studying the piece of paper, flipping it over in her hands. Powerless to stop himself, he stared at her plump lip, wis.h.i.+ng he could nibble it. "The end. The beginning. Maybe we need to read the book backward?" When she finally realized he hadn't left yet, she sent him a questioning glance. "What?" She dragged an impatient hand through her silken hair and the blanket dropped another inch, hovering just above a pert nipple.

A frantic wave of desire blasted through his body, nearly knocking him to his knees.

"There won't be anyone to take our call until sundown," Dayne said, answering her before Marek could find his tongue. "We have to wait."

"Oh, phoo!" she cursed, pursing her lips. She plopped on the mattress. "Are you sure?"

Dayne nodded. "Absolutely positive."

She glanced at the clock. "That's hours from now. It's barely morning. I need to find the Triad right away."

So do I.

Marek sat next to her and rested a rea.s.suring hand on her shoulder. Her eyes widened as she lifted them to his face. "We'll go as soon as we can. In the meantime..." He swapped a second hungry look with Dayne. "There are some other issues we need to address."

"I-Issues?" she stuttered. An attractive pink flush spread over her face and upper chest. She fumbled with the blanket as her gaze dropped to his lap. "What issues might those be?" She sucked in an audible gasp.

His fangs lengthened with the all-too-familiar burn. "We're hungry. I kept my end of the bargain. Now it's your turn to keep yours."

She visibly swallowed then whimpered. "Oh. No."

Brea could not believe what she was seeing. Both Marek and Dayne had fangs! A la Dracula. What was up with that?

The scariest part was that those chompers could not be the fakes people donned at Halloween. One second they hadn't been there. The next they were. Neither guy had fiddled with his mouth. Their hands had been nowhere near their heads.

So she had to believe one of two things. Either she was hallucinating or vampires really did exist.

She couldn't say which she preferred. She jumped to her feet and made a beeline for the bathroom.

"Look at me," Marek demanded in a firm voice.

d.a.m.n if she could resist obeying the command. She stopped in her tracks and slowly turned to face him. Her gaze s.h.i.+fted to the right. It landed on his neck then climbed up over an adorably clefted chin to a set of tempting lips. Then it inched farther north, following the line of his narrow, straight nose to his eyes.

Dark eyes glittering with erotic promise.

She remembered to breathe just before she keeled over.

"You don't remember yesterday, do you?" he asked, stalking closer.

"Yesterday?" she echoed, struggling to remember what had happened thirty seconds ago.

"I'll take that as a no. Don't worry." At her side now, Marek swept aside the strands of hair tumbling over her shoulder. "We'll be gentle."

She stood frozen, suddenly overcome by desperate desire. Marek tipped his head to graze the side of her neck with his teeth. At the same moment, Dayne approached her from the other side. His body so close she could feel the heat radiating from it, he laved her shoulder with his tongue.

A thick coat of goose b.u.mps covered her entire torso. s.h.i.+vering, she clutched the blanket still loosely wrapped around her body in a fist and let her head drop back.

Firm but gentle hands guided her toward the bed. She plopped on the mattress, aware of little but the feel of Dayne's tongue blazing a slick trail of liquid fire over one shoulder, and Marek's lips, tongue and teeth doing equal damage to the right side of her neck.

Her breathing deepened to meet the increasingly desperate demand of her body, which was slowly heating up from the inside out.

And then the first shocking bolt of pain blasted up her neck. Out of reflex, she jerked to one side, only to have a second hit her on the opposite shoulder.

Sharp pain morphed into pounding agony...and then desperate desire.

Afraid to move and break whatever magical connections were responsible for the pulsing heat surging up and down her spine, she dropped the blanket and blindly reached out. She clawed at the first body her hands came into contact with.

Need, so urgent it made the soles of her feet cramp, overwhelmed her senses. She could no longer hear, touch or see. All she could do was let the mounting pa.s.sion carry her away, like a wild, thras.h.i.+ng river.

Sometime later, she realized she was on her back. Two sets of tormenting hands were stroking her to oblivion. One was inching up her thigh, promising to reach her heated center in no time. The other was heading north from her bellyb.u.t.ton. She was pretty certain one of those devious limbs was about to reach her breast in one, two, threeeeee...

Ahhhhhh.

A fingertip traced the seam of her nether lips, dragging hot juices up and down from c.l.i.t to a.n.u.s. Another tormented her nipple, stroking it into a tight, hard pebble.

Her b.u.t.tocks clenched, the burn adding to the ecstasy whoos.h.i.+ng through her body in intensifying waves. She couldn't remember another time when she'd been so aroused, so desperate for release.

These guys had magic hands. Magic!

She finally accepted the fact that all that pulsing heat and instant l.u.s.t she read in romance novels could actually be for real. Until now, she'd always a.s.sumed it was a fantasy.

Her shrink was going to get an earful whenever she went back to him. If she went back to him. The idea of sticking with her two magicians had its merits.

She wanted to see them, to watch their glorious bodies, corded muscles and tight sinew, as they stroked and kissed her to heaven. Two of them! She was going to be with two men at the same time. If someone had told her this would happen a couple days ago, she would've called them insane.

Now she was the one about to go insane-though not in a bad way. The gorgeous guys, one dragging his tongue over her nipple, the other weaving a trail of kisses and nips up her inner thigh, were about to drive her completely crazy.

Hot. Tight. Trembling. Desperate.

"Mmmm..." Dayne purred, his voice thick with male satisfaction. "I love the way you taste."

She loved the way he tasted her!

Both men were nude, one kneeling on the bed beside her, the other standing between her parted thighs. Marek lifted one of her ankles and planted a tickly kiss on the inside. Dayne pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it to increase her pleasure.

Her head slos.h.i.+ng around in a deepening pool of desire, she admired the way the roped muscles of Dayne's shoulders bulged and stretched as he moved. He smiled when her gaze met his. "It's so hard to wait. You make it hard." He lowered the hand not busy tormenting her breast to his c.o.c.k. Circling his fingers around the thick shaft, he pumped up and back. A droplet of moisture glistened on the tip.

She wanted to taste it. More than she wanted her next breath. "Dayne," she said on a sigh. Her arms felt heavy, like she'd overdosed on downers. She lifted one and pointed at his rod. "Please."

He growled, the sound feral and wicked and thoroughly erotic. "You want this?"

"Not yet." Marek flickered his tongue over the sensitive spot on the back of her knees, and a delicious tension wound up her leg to the base of her spine. She arched her back and gasped. Her p.u.s.s.y was burning to be filled.

Of course, being the heartless b.a.s.t.a.r.d that he was, Dayne decided that while she was about ready to die, he'd add to her misery by pinching both nipples until the biting pleasure-pain made her whimper and plead for mercy.

And then, not to be outdone, Marek sped up his progress on his way north to her p.u.s.s.y. She both sighed with relief and cried out in agony the instant his hot mouth closed over her slick folds, sending searing bolts of heat up her back.

Relief! She needed it now.

While she thrashed her head from side to side, Dayne straddled her head and bent over, offering a delectable view of his round, muscular a.s.s, smooth-shaven b.a.l.l.s and c.o.c.k.

She licked her lips and opened her mouth to take him in. Salty-sweet. That's how he tasted. Unable to do anything but, she sucked him hard, lifting her hands and using one to cup his b.a.l.l.s and the other to stroke up and down his shaft.

He trembled over top of her, his outstretched thigh muscles tensing into s.e.xy, roped bulges.

She tensed when Marek parted her l.a.b.i.a to expose her uber-sensitive c.l.i.t. She knew the first swipe would likely steal her breath.

And did it ever!

"Ohhhhhh," she murmured around a mouthful of delicious man. Could it get any better than this? Seriously? Two men who looked like G.o.ds were touching her, looking at her like she was the most desirable woman on earth.

"That's it. Suck my c.o.c.k, baby. Oh yeah," Dayne mumbled as he slowly pushed his hips forward and back, f.u.c.king her mouth.

Between hard sucks and light flickers of his tongue, Marek chanted, "Yes, let me taste your cream. d.a.m.n you're sweet. Give me all of it."

"Oooohh." She could feel climax prowling ever closer, like a wild animal creeping up on its prey. She both ached for release and burned to hold it off. Why couldn't this last forever? The bliss.

"You will come for us." As if to ensure his demand be met, regardless of her wishes, he thrust two fingers inside her p.u.s.s.y, bending them to stroke the special place inside.

She tightened her grip on Dayne's c.o.c.k and sucked him deep into her mouth while consciously gripping Marek's fingers with her inner muscles.

Dayne withdrew from her, turning around to close his mouth over a nipple. His touch branded her skin as Marek's intimate strokes pushed her over the edge. Sanity fled as the first of a million pounding contractions blasted through her body in what was the most amazing climax of her life. It was beyond words. Beyond everything. And the second it was over, she hungered for another.

Marek lapped at the juices seeping from her p.u.s.s.y, murmuring words she couldn't quite comprehend. Then, as she felt the heat of a second o.r.g.a.s.m gather in her stomach, he stopped. "Can we both take you?"

She blinked open her eyes, briefly wondering when she'd closed them. "Both? Is that possible?" She really hoped it was. Then she realized the only way it could possibly happen. One was going to have to f.u.c.k her a.s.s. A quiver of anxiety s.h.i.+mmied up her spine. "Ohhhh. I don't know." She looked at Marek's c.o.c.k. It was long and thick. She looked at Dayne's. It was at least as large as Marek's. Both were well hung.

Her untried a.n.u.s puckered.

"That's gotta hurt like h.e.l.l," she said with a shudder. What am I thinking?

"Not so much that you won't enjoy it." Marek lifted his index finger to his mouth and then, his eyes focused on hers, sucked the digit into his mouth. He withdrew it with a pop and glancing down, pressed gently at the orifice. The skin burned. She sucked in a gasp and tightened her legs, stomach and b.u.t.tocks.

Dayne rolled off the bed. As she was in the midst of a fairly uncomfortable-albeit surprisingly s.e.xy-experience, she lost track of him. He reappeared next to Marek a few seconds later, produced a bottle of lube and when Marek lifted his hand, flipped the lid and squirted the clear substance on Marek's fingers.

Marek smoothed the cool liquid on her burning perineum, concentrating his gentle touches to the area surrounding her a.n.u.s. "Relax, baby. We want to make it good for you." Dayne left Marek to return to her side on the bed. He lifted her shoulders and slid underneath her. While Marek slowly breached her a.n.u.s, he worked his hips under her bottom, moving inch by inch. His sweat-slicked torso glided against her back.

She tipped her hips down and clawed at the bed. More. She wanted to feel their c.o.c.ks driving into her, stroking her into another o.r.g.a.s.m. Her a.s.s easily accommodated Marek's finger. The slow, gentle thrusts stoked the blaze building in her belly.

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