Addicted. Lydia Parks
“Not at the moment.”
She smiled. “Good.”
They both looked over as the bedroom door opened and Skidmore stepped in. “Am I not invited to this little soiree?”
Katie laughed. She’d always had a soft spot for Thomas Skidmore, in spite of his annoying personality. If nothing else, he excelled at following directions—at least, in the bedroom.
“Take off your clothes,” she said, “and sit over there until I tell you otherwise.”
He did as instructed, settling into the leather chair closest to the bed.
Katie returned her attention to Jake. She lowered her hips and stroked his somewhat flaccid cock with her pussy lips, moving slowly up and down, kissing his nose and cheeks and lips as she reached them.
Jake closed his eyes, and she felt his cock quickly respond to her caresses. “Oh, yeah,” he whispered. “That’s nice.”
“Just nice?” She sat up, pressing his erection against his abdomen, and drew her fingernails down the front of his body, leaving red welts in their wake.
He writhed a bit, frowning now.
Katie moved down, started at his belly, and licked long, slow lines back up the welts, stopping to circle his nipples. His body quivered under her mouth as he groaned.
She sat up and glanced at Thomas, who squirmed in his chair. Motioning with her head, she said, “Come here. Suck my tits.”
The older vampire jumped from his chair and slid into bed beside them. He leaned around Katie and suckled, his tongue circling her nipples at dizzying speeds. Pleasure fluttered through her torso and down to a point on her lower back. The sensation also drew wetness from her cunt that drenched Jake’s cock. Jake’s hands ran up and down the fronts of Katie’s thighs.
She rose up, positioned herself, and took Jake’s swollen rod in an inch at a time as she held Thomas by a handful of his blond hair.
With Jake’s cock sheathed, she stopped a moment to enjoy the fullness inside her, then began to ride back and forth, thrilling to the way his erection continued to grow.
She moved Thomas’s mouth down the front of her body, and he kissed, and licked, and nipped at her skin, and her senses seemed to take off on their own.
“Oh, yes,” she breathed. “Lower.”
Then she released Thomas and leaned back, exposing her filled cunt. Thomas’s tongue flicked back and forth against her swollen clit and Jake’s cock, and Katie held perfectly still to enjoy the blissful attention.
“Damn,” Jake said, his voice deep with desire. He gripped Katie’s thighs.
Katie ran her tongue along her fangs, massaging the aching need until she couldn’t stand it anymore. She grabbed Thomas by the hair, raised him up, and bit into his pale shoulder. He whimpered as she drew hard.
Her world exploded once again, with an orgasm racking her body as Thomas’s desire racked her brain. Need swam through her, tearing at her veins, tugging at her cunt as she ground down on Jake’s cock.
And then she felt Jake’s strength, bursting with desire, flowing into her, filtered through Thomas’s fulfillment. She opened her eyes and found Thomas’s mouth on Jake’s wrist, the older vampire stroking his own spewing cock.
Jake’s eyes were closed and his mouth open, and his body moved against her thrusts. His need made her cry out as she released Thomas and pushed him away. Thomas rolled to his back to enjoy the last of his orgasm alone.
Katie leaned down and pressed her shoulder to Jake’s mouth. He didn’t hesitate, but penetrated her skin quickly and wrapped his arms around her as his cock erupted inside her. She sank her fangs into his neck and took back the pleasure, letting it roll violently over her, clinging to him as she rode the waves.
For the second time, their bliss entwined into one, terrifyingly perfect joy, and Katie held on longer than she should. Jake released her, but she continued to feed, her cunt contracting almost painfully.
“Katie,” Jake whispered, pleading.
She broke the bond then, sat up, and let contentment flow across her skin and through every nerve.
She met Jake’s heavy-lidded gaze. “Are you all right?”
He grinned. “You bet.”
“Good.” She rolled off him and stretched out between the two men, a hand on each of them. Thomas had already succumbed to sleep, and Jake yawned. Dawn, well under way, burned in her bones.
“Will you help with the hunters?” she asked Jake.
“I guess so.” He yawned again.
“I still think we should drain them all and get it over with.”
“Hmm.”
“Are you listening to me?”
He didn’t answer.
Katie rolled over, moved his arm so that it encircled her, and rested her head on his shoulder. She ran her hand over his cool skin and her fingers through the hair on his chest.
“Just watch your back, Jake Brand. I’d hate to lose you.”
3
Jake settled onto a stool. “Beer,” he said, nodding at the young man behind the bar who wore a straw cowboy hat with an overly curled brim, a T-shirt with rolled-up sleeves, and low-riding jeans. Colorful tattoos covered his arms and several earrings glistened in each ear. Not quite the cowboy of old.
“What kind?”
“Surprise me.” Jake turned to check out the crowd. The patrons were typical of Santa Fe—a variety of wild haircuts and clothes on semi-drunk twenty-year-olds, older hippies-turned-artists, California film critics, a few local descendants of conquistadors, and some he just couldn’t identify. Still, out of all the places he’d visited in the three days since leaving Katie, Cowgirl’s felt the most comfortable.
He listened to conversations, searching for anything hinting at vampire hunters. This wasn’t really a place he expected to find such conversations, but he wasn’t leaving any stone un-turned. Besides, he liked the smell of cooking ribs, even if he’d pretty much forgotten how they tasted. And it was still too early to find anyone at the Tunnel.
“Beer’s getting warm.”
Jake swung around to the voice and found a young woman sitting on the stool next to his. She wore her reddish brown hair in a braid that fell halfway down her back, and her green eyes sparkled with unusual clarity. Her skin looked as smooth as silk under a sprinkling of freckles.
“I like it warm,” he said.
“Do you?”
He smiled, listening to her heart rate increase.
She wore clothes similar to those of the other patrons—jeans low on her hips, a short, sleeveless shirt that showed off the gold ring in her navel, tight-fitting high-heeled boots, and a black overshirt, long and unbuttoned. But there was something different about her. She didn’t quite fit in, although she seemed to be trying to do so. As he leaned closer, he got a whiff of her scent, and gulped.
She smelled way beyond good. It wasn’t the perfume she wore that hinted at night-blooming flowers, but something about her natural scent that had him practically drooling.
Damnation, she reminded him of Iris.
Jake sat back, working to erase Iris from his thoughts. “You come here often?”
“I think that’s the oldest line in the book.” She leaned forward, trying to get the bartender’s attention.
Jake couldn’t imagine how the young man managed not to notice her.
“I’m