Chapter Five

 

As soon as we re-entered my room, we stripped down, allowing our clothes to drop in a scattered trail across the floor. I knew in my heart that Eric was right. We needed to re-form one, the sooner the better, but I wasn’t looking forward to the necessary suck and fuck, as he called it. I just wasn’t in the mood and I was pretty sure I wasn’t the only one. We were all distracted, more focused on Willow’s disappearance and what we needed to do to get her safely back than on sating our basic needs.

I climbed into bed and met Jason halfway. He tugged me down and claimed my mouth in a fiercely possessive kiss with the fingers of one hand tangled in my hair and the other sliding slowly down my nude back. The mattress shifted as Eric crawled in behind me. He tugged the covers up over my legs, then trailed his mouth along my shoulders, nipping the skin at irregular intervals.

A hot flood of desire boiled through me. I gave myself over to it gladly, relieved that I wouldn’t have to work so hard at finding my innate need for my husbands, that I could enjoy our time together in spite of what we faced. Weeks out of the cage, and I still treasured every moment with them, no matter the circumstances.

Jason broke the kiss on a gasp. “Fuck, Eric,” he grated out. “Stop dicking around in my head. You’re gonna make me come before we even get started.”

Eric’s husky laugh feathered across my skin. “You really want me to stop?”

“God, no. Maybe you should tone it down a little, though, share some of that heat with Gigi.”

“Mmm, better idea.” Eric abandoned my shoulders and traced a single finger down the curve of my spine. “Pull us into a memory, sweetheart. Maybe it’ll make one easier to recreate if our minds are already joined.”

As if reading my hesitation, Jason said, “I’ll give you one, a good one of the three of us.”

“Lube first.” Eric rolled away and returned a moment later with a plastic tube. He patted my bottom. “A dab on Jason’s little head, ok?”

Jason raised up from the pillow he was resting on and peered around me at Eric, one eyebrow raised. “It’s not little.”

“Touchy,” Eric said with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes. “Boys.”

Jason smacked my bottom, then rubbed the slight sting away. “Hey, now. Watch who you’re calling a boy, little girl.”

“Children.” Eric handed me the lube and knelt between Jason’s legs. He grasped the base of Jason’s erection with one hand and slid it up the thick shaft. “Just a taste.”

“It’s never just a taste with you.”

“Complaining?”

One corner of Jason’s mouth tilted up and a soft glow sparked within his cornflower blue eyes. “Never. Do your worst.”

Eric touched his lips to the head of Jason’s erection and pushed it into his mouth one slow inch at a time. Jason’s breaths shallowed. He tucked a hand behind his head, holding it up as he watched Eric, and nibbled on his lower lip with one sharp fang. “That’s it, baby,” he murmured. “That’s good.”

His expression was so soft, so full of affection and love. I dropped the lube onto the mattress and crawled forward, pressed a tender kiss to his forehead and smoothed my hand across his hair. “I love watching y’all.”

Jason shifted his focus to me and grinned. “I know.”

“Show off.”

He shook his head slowly and that glow deepened. “Let me touch your pussy.”

A vague sense of déjà vu washed over me. It took me a minute to remember why. The very first time the three of us were together, Eric had tasted Jason exactly as he was now, while Jason had pleasured me with his very talented fingers. I grasped that memory firmly, holding it to me. It was a good memory, in spite of everything that had happened that night, the cold man claiming Eric, me getting pregnant so unexpectedly. Those things paled in comparison to the love we’d discovered because of them.

I scooted back, spread my thighs wide, and leaned over Jason, peppering soft kisses across the curve of his lower lip. He slid his hand into the space I’d made for him and stroked gentle fingertips over my clit. I moaned into his mouth and deepened the kiss, and was rewarded by harder strokes and a single finger inserted slowly into my pussy.

I was so wet, so ready for him, and suddenly very eager to be with him and Eric, in our minds, with our bodies. There was nothing like having both of them in me at once, nothing at all. Could the beauty of one ever be experienced without that first? I didn’t care, not right then. All I wanted was to be with him forever, him and Eric both.

Forever meant something very different now that I was a vampire. It wasn’t the length of a simple mortal life, lived in constant fear of imminent death. It was an eternity of lonely nights spent seeking whatever comfort could be found. That wouldn’t happen to me, not now. Eric would turn soon, Jason would eventually follow, and the three of us would spend that eternity together, never lonely, never afraid. We’d find Willow and watch over her as she grew into adulthood and gave us children, and through them grandchildren, and we would forever be surrounded by the family we’d started that long ago night when Eric had decided to claim Jason as his pet.

A sucking pop came from Eric. “It’s time.”

I groaned as Jason pulled his hand away, but shifted around, straddling him. Eric gripped my hip with a restraining hand. “Do you need a little lube on his dick first?”

I nearly laughed. After what Jason had done to me, did Eric really think I wasn’t ready to burst into flames? I angled my hips back and eased my pussy down over Jason’s erection. When he was in as far as he’d go, I rocked forward and pushed down again, then again, taking a little more of him into me with each backward thrust.

Jason’s hands came down on my thighs. “Gigi,” he breathed, and everything he was feeling exploded through our bond, sweeping me away in a rush of tender emotion and heated desire.

Eric grasped my feet and tugged backward, and I obediently shifted, legs straight, body flat on top of Jason. A cool wetness hit the area between my butt cheeks. A moment later, the tip of Eric’s erection pressed into the tight muscle there.

I dropped my forehead and exhaled slowly. As much as I enjoyed it, I wasn’t quite used to having him there. Once he was fully inside, I’d be fine, but the first few moments always felt a bit too invasive. I inwardly cursed my proper Catholic upbringing, with all its accompanying taboos and restrictions. Friggin’ church. What right did they have to dictate what went on between consenting adults in the privacy of their bedroom?

Eric pulled out slightly, then pressed forward, stretching me a little too far. A sharp shaft of pain pinched at me. I sucked in a breath, let it out again, and deliberately relaxed my butt muscles.

He kissed the nape of my neck. “Sorry, sweetheart. We should’ve taken more time, maybe pulled out some toys so you could adjust first.”

“I wasn’t really in the mood for toys.”

Jason inched his hands up along my ribs in slow, soothing circles. “None of us were. That’s not much of an excuse for hurting you.”

“You’re not. It’s…”

Eric shoved forward and I grunted. Tears sprang to my eyes as pain throbbed through the bruised muscle and tissue. I bit hard into my lower lip, stifling a sob. Almost immediately, the pain eased, then disappeared completely, and my body tingled from skin to bone.

He stretched out above me, pressing his solid strength into my back. “Better?”

“Would’ve been better if you hadn’t forced your way in.”

“The slow push was hurting you too much.” He rubbed the side of his face across mine. “One stroke in to get it over with and a quick heal seemed a better way of doing it.”

“You could’ve asked me first,” I muttered.

Jason snickered. “Yeah, right.”

“Wise ass.” Eric eased back and thrust again. “God, you feel so good.”

“Wish I could be there,” Jason said, and I shook my head firmly. Jason was a lot bigger than Eric, and Eric was no small fry in the manhood department.

“You can have me later, if Marco leaves me in one piece.”

The bitter note in Eric’s voice surprised me. What did he have against Marco? For the umpteenth time, I regretted the time lost to the cage, time when I could’ve been learning the nuances of the relationships between the people surrounding me.

Jason lifted his hand past me and slid it down Eric’s arm, catching part of mine as well. “He likes you, Eric. You know that. He’d never deliberately hurt you, not permanently.”

“That’s what…”

Eric’s words trailed off, but he didn’t need to speak the rest. They filtered through his bonds with us as clearly as if he’d said them out loud.

That’s what Devin said.

“Can we get on with this please?” he said instead. “We’ve got a long day ahead of us.”

“Sure,” Jason said, his voice gentle and warm. “We need blood.”

We maneuvered around, exchanging enough blood between us to start the bond. Eric and Jason coordinated their thrusts. As soon as they had a good rhythm going, I dragged a sharp fang over Jason’s chest and fastened my mouth over the small cut, sucking lightly. His blood felt so good in my mouth. I struck again, deepening the cut, and the blood went from an ooze to a trickle.

Twin echoes of pleasure sifted through my bonds with them. I focused on the pleasure rising within me, on Jason’s slow thrusts into my pussy, on Eric’s equally measured slide in and out of my bottom, on the tiny gasps each made and the warmth seeping into me from being surrounded by the two men I loved best. I immersed myself in them, falling deeply into their love, and found them in my mind.

Eric had asked me to share a memory with him and Jase. I loosened my hold on the one I’d chosen earlier, of the three of us the night we’d first come together, and pushed it outward, enveloping them in the pleasure of that night. The soft sighs I’d made as Jason stroked my pussy, the breath Eric inhaled through his nose as he drew Jason’s erection into his mouth, the heat pouring off Jason’s beautiful body as he arched upward and came, spilling in molten waves across Eric’s tongue. I reached into them and found their memories of that night, then merged all three into a living, breathing reenactment, immersing us all in the past so firmly, I almost forgot where we were.

We lived there for long moments, riding the tide of ecstasy stirred by memory. Eventually, I bobbed into the present, stirring enough to focus bleary eyes on Jason. He seemed completely lost in memory, and judging by the tense breaths panting out of Eric, he was, too.

I closed my eyes and located their bonds in my mind, grabbed each one in a firm grip, and plunged into memory again, from Jason’s perspective, from Eric’s. I skimmed along the edge of their recollections, seeking a way to permanently merge all three of us into one. Again and again I circled around. Again and again, a way to use memory to re-form one eluded me.

Frustration etched its way past the pleasure. I’d lose it if I wasn’t careful, and if that happened, we’d have to start all over again.

I popped out of memory and fixated on their bonds again. Eric’s presence joined me a moment later. He guided me to the broken base of one and sent a surge of command through the shadows lingering there. They receded slightly, but not enough reveal the remnants of the bond we’d formed so long ago.

Why couldn’t we make a new bond? Why did we have to rely on the one I’d broken trying to protect them? Clearly, using its shattered base wasn’t going to work, not with the shadows clinging to it in a shifting cloud of inky oil.

I cast around my mind, searching for a better place to affix the bond.

Eric’s presence turned dark. Don’t do it, Gigi. Don’t…

I pulled their bonds forward, mashed them together, and drove them into my mind with the force of every bit of my will. Power whirled around the amalgamation of three, whipping quickly into an angry frenzy that expanded ever outward in a greedy demand for more. More of my will, more of Eric’s strength, more of Jason’s passion. I back peddled away as a single thought from Eric came to me.

Oh, shit.

Lightning flashed through my mind followed by searing agony. The bundle of bonds I’d forcefully anchored in my mind shattered under the weight of its own greed and the shadows surged forward, eager to consume the nova’s energy. I fell into the swirling eddy, unable to control the direction of my own mind, unable to stop my tumbling descent into the shadows. I screamed and screamed and screamed, certain that this time, they’d never let me go.