He lifted her leg, tucked his hips, and thrust, easily pushing past her thong.

She slung an arm around his neck and held on. She got her mouth close to his ear. “Adrien, fuck me.”

The words, her scent, the feel of her wetness that allowed him to glide as he thrust hard, sent him into a frenzy. Her arm became a vise around his neck. He could feel she was close and when her body jerked and she pressed her open mouth to his cheek, her breath came out in a harsh agonized whisper of “Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God.”

As she came, her well was a fist around his cock. An image flashed through his mind, maybe a kind of knowing, he wasn’t sure, but he saw himself chained to a table, her mouth surrounding his cock.

That heady image was all it took. He came hard, seeing himself chained up, thrusting into her mouth—her pussy—her mouth, the future vision and the present sensations trading places at light-speed so that he felt as though he released down her throat while at the same time he spent himself inside her.

He was breathing hard as the last pleasurable pulse jerked through his cock. He felt her gasping for breath as well.

But as he came back to himself, she kissed his cheek then dipped lower to his mouth. That was exquisite, she said within his mind as her tongue circled his lips.

Gratitude flowed through him as he kissed her in return, dipping his tongue inside. Thank you. Lily, you’re one of the most generous women I’ve ever known. You didn’t have to do this, but I’m so glad you did. You have every reason to hate me for what I am. Instead, you’ve offered yourself to me repeatedly.

To his surprise, she chuckled and with her hands encircled the back of his neck, tugging at him playfully. “I could say the same thing to you. I’ve never felt so needy before. I guess it’s the chains.”

“Not just because I’m pretty?” The words sounded stupid to his ears, but he felt such a powerful well of emotion flowing toward her that nothing else would do.

But she smiled and with one hand petted his cheek. “You’re damn gorgeous and you know it. Worse, I like you. I admire you. That goes a long way to making me this willing to give in to all these sensations. But I have to admit, it didn’t help to see that man enjoying what was happening to him.”

His heart skipped a beat. “You weren’t disgusted?” He needed to know the answer.

She searched his eyes and squeezed the back of his neck. “Truth? I thought it was hot as hell because of how he felt. And how you felt watching him. I think that turned me on more than anything.”

He almost felt compelled to tell her of his fantasy of the table and the chains, her mouth and his cock. But something held him back, that sick feeling that the whole thing was wrapped up with the shit of his past.

“And now, my good vampire, I have a little problem. I didn’t think we’d be doing this or I would have come prepared, but you can imagine my present difficulty.” She rolled her hips against his.

He thumbed her cheek and kissed her. He dipped down and tugged at his pants, dragging them up his thighs one-handed as he stayed connected to her. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out several folded tissues. He showed her then reached between them and wiped his cock as he withdrew from her. He then pressed the tissues against her opening. He didn’t remove his hand, though. He pressed now and again and felt the tissues grow damper. He knew the drill, especially since he’d left a lot of himself inside her.

She released a sigh. “Thank you. I just didn’t think. Hey, does your kind use condoms much?”

He smiled and shook his head. “Not much. Disease doesn’t affect us and as Rumy explained, children are rare.”

“Right.”

After a moment, he removed the tissues. “How’s that feel?”

“Good.” She adjusted her thong then her skirt.

He then pulled up his pants and slid the used-up tissues into his pocket.

“I’m liking your battle leathers more and more,” she said. “You’re a man who’s ready for anything.”

“Hell, yeah.” But for a moment, he was caught by the light in her eyes, the warmth, the humanness that he’d come to value, her grace, her willingness to take care of him, and that she wasn’t embarrassed by the mess that sex could make.

But then she’d been married and she’d given birth. A woman with children was used to a lot of things.

On impulse, he leaned in and kissed her, wrapping his arms around her fully, willing her to understand that he valued her, all that she was in this moment, all that she’d done for him, the sharing of her body and her blood, the sacrifice of binding herself to him.

She held him tightly in response and he felt her intensity, almost her desperation. “Oh, Adrien,” she whispered against his neck. “What’s happening here, between us?”

“I don’t know.” His heart was swelling with emotions that didn’t make sense, not with a human, not with someone he’d met a little over a day ago.

After a long moment, he drew back. “Eve’s performance is probably over. You ready?”

She nodded. “Yes. Let’s get on with this.” 

Eve was a great beauty with large breasts that overflowed a tight black leather bustier. Her height put her at Amazon status. In her stilettos, she had at least two inches on Adrien.

Lily’s gaze ended up at collarbone level, which meant she had a good view of the sweat beaded in the valley of the woman’s cleavage.

She wore leather wrist guards studded with ruby-red crystals, about a dozen silver rings, a barely there thong, and what she could only describe as western leather chaps so that a lot of her inner thigh and outer buttocks showed.

She wiped a hand over her forehead. “Adrien, my love, when are you going to relent and let me put you on my table? I’m very good at this. I can take you to the edge about a dozen times and then let you fly in such a way that you’ll shout for a century.”

A strange knife-like sensation pierced Lily’s sternum and started cutting her up. Instead of pain, however, all she felt were streamers of blood-red rage flowing through her chest and into her muscles, even down her arms until her hands were balled into fists.

Adrien glanced at Lily and slid his arm, as he often did, around her waist. Only this time, he pulled her in a powerful jerk against his body so that she stilled. “We’re chain-bound, Eve. You can see that, so stop with this shit right now. It’s been a rough night.”

Eve turned ice-blue cat eyes on Lily. She didn’t smile, just gave a long, slow look up and down.

“Does the kitty play?” she asked, her voice soft, low, seductive.

Lily’s nostrils flared.

A small smile curved Eve’s lips. Then she sidestepped toward Adrien, sidling close.

That did it. With lightning speed, Lily slipped in front of Adrien, planted her hands on the Amazon’s arms, and shoved her.

But the woman was a vampire, worked out, and it was like pushing against a granite wall. “Leave Adrien alone.” Her voice echoed up and down the corridor.

Eve’s eyelids dropped. She dragged a hiss of air between pursed lips that was more sensual than hostile. “The kitty has claws. Me like. I could do you both, have you both chained to my table.”

When Eve reached for Adrien’s arm, Lily blocked her hand, slapping it away. Eve tried again and again, halfheartedly, chuckling each time.

This wasn’t working and the female vampire was too damn strong so Lily began pushing backward at Adrien. That her buttocks connected with his arousal sent fury washing through her veins. She whirled in his arms. “What the hell?”

But his eyes fell to half-mast. It’s you, Lily, taking on a vampire, keeping her away from me. I’m hot for you. Eve has always left me cold, and damn, if you and I hadn’t just fucked I’d take you right now.