Syndelle thought that Brann would lead them to the elaborate maze of flowers and trees and ancient statues behind the house, but instead he led them to his bedroom, his lips brushing against Rafael's before moving to Syndelle's, his tongue stroking in and out of her mouth in a promise of pleasure. "I thought we'd begin in the shower," Brann said, stepping back and binding his hair, then braiding Syndelle's as Rafe did the same to his own.

The two men made short work of stripping Syndelle of her clothing, then their own, their hands petting and stroking her, making her cry out as they explored her wet folds and hidden crevices, as they teased over her clit and tugged on her nipples, their mouths on her shoulders, her neck, her ears, their bodies rubbing and pressing against hers, enticing her with the exquisite feel of skin against skin.

Lust rolled over her, the wolf's desire to feel more of its mates than just their mouths and hands. Brann and Rafe both laughed, husky sounds of male approval. Soon, Brann said, soon you will feel both of our cocks at the same time.

The wolf shivered in anticipation, Syndelle's nipples tightened and her channel spasmed, suddenly hungry to feel the lash of a strong, masculine tongue. She whimpered and Rafe dropped to his knees in front of her, his hands going to her hips, his face nuzzling her cunt, making her clit ache and pulse as his cheeks and lips rubbed against the soft down of hair between her legs, teasing her with the promise of pleasure, with the nearness of his mouth and tongue, with the heat of his breath. Brann's body pressed against her back, his hands moving around to cover her breasts, his fangs gently grazing her neck. "Do you offer to feed us both from your body, Syndelle?"

She arched in response, her body ravenous for their touch, their possession. "Yes," she pleaded, "take what you need, what you want."

Brann's tongue licked over the mark on her neck as Rafe's tongue traced her slit. Brann's lips sucked at her skin as Rafe's pulled on her swollen cunt lips.

Over and over again they alternated between licking and sucking as they held her body tightly between them, forcing her to whimper and beg, to fight against their restraint until all three of them were covered in a sheen of sweat, their chests heaving and their faces taut with the need to merge completely.

Now, Brann said, his voice a rough growl, the only warning Syndelle had before his fangs sank into her neck in the same instant that Rafe's tongue plunged into her slit, both of them feasting on her as though they were starving, their pleasure making her weak and strong at the same time, their desire and love making her heart soar as her body shook with orgasm.

Though she could have made it to the shower on her own, Syndelle enjoyed the feel of Brann's strong arms around her as he carried her there, she enjoyed the feel of his chest against her naked body, the midnight scent of him mixed with the heady smell of aroused male. His cock was full, his balls large and heavy, a predator in his prime.

And she was his mate.

The wolf licked its lips in anticipation, as did Syndelle when she turned her attention to Rafael who'd entered the large shower first and was adjusting the spray, the hot wash of it striking his chest and running down to the dark blond hair between his legs, the cock that was every bit as long as Brann's though not as thick. Mine, the wolf intoned. Still pleased with the first of its mates.

Ours, Syndelle said, laughing even as the wolf's desire to explore Rafe's cock with its tongue became her own need, her own craving.

Brann moved into the shower then and set her on her feet. "Perfect," Syndelle said, meaning both the temperature of the water and the two men who shared it with her.

She placed her hands on their chests, stroking a lazy path from nipple to nipple, then lower. "My turn now," she said, lashes dropping and tongue peeking provocatively between her lips.

"Only if you hurry," Brann growled, and feminine power pulsed through Syndelle at the sight of his straining cock, at the lust she saw mirrored on Rafael's face.

She went to her knees, letting her hands slip down and take possession of their penises, her thumbs teasing the engorged heads, tracing back and forth over sensitive skin and leaking slits.

"Syndelle," Brann warned.

She laughed. Full of a power she'd never imagined herself having. With a flex of her wrists, her two mates moved closer to one another, so that their cocks were almost touching, and she saw the way their buttocks clenched in anticipation, the way their bodies tightened with expectation.

She covered the head of Rafe's cock with her mouth, pleasure driving him forward so that his arms reached for Brann for support, and she rewarded him with the lash of her tongue, by suckling his cock until he was crying out. And then she did the same to Brann. Knowing without looking up that the feel of her mouth on him, the lashes she was giving Brann with her tongue were being mimicked as his lips met Rafe's, as his tongue dueled with Rafe's.

She rubbed the heads of their cocks together, driving them higher by taking them both in her mouth and tormenting them with licks and sucks, the sounds of their groans music to her ears, their lust a symphony she'd never tire of hearing.

Enough! Brann said, breaking away first and pulling her to her feet, the wild urge to fuck visible on his face. Enough, he repeated, his hand moving to grasp his own cock in a silent command for it to cease its demands.

The wolf preened at the sight, making Syndelle smile, her heart thrilling with the knowledge that this ancient, powerful vampire was hers.

Ours, the wolf said, shaking itself as though drying off, urging Syndelle to hurry up and do the same.

They moved through the bedroom, Brann stopping only long enough to retrieve the lubricant, before sliding open a hidden door and ushering them into a cozy, glass-enclosed garden where the scent of flowers and the feel of the sun's warm rays embraced them as powerful wards snapped into place to protect them. A large futon lay spread out on a wooden frame and Syndelle could easily imagine Brann lying in this private room underneath the stars and the moon as he longed for the sun's touch on his skin.

Rafe flopped on the bed, but Syndelle eluded Brann's grasp, dancing away from him as love and pleasure flooded her again at the sight of Rafael, at the knowledge that he was here with them, safe. "I want this first time out here to be a celebration of Rafael's safe return to us," she said, her voice a sultry breeze that had both men's cocks beading with moisture.

Brann laughed, a husky purr that never failed to stroke over Syndelle's body. But he complied, lying down on his side next to Rafael, his hand trailing across Rafe's chest and over his abdomen, his smile directed at Syndelle as he said, "But you will join us?"

She slid onto the bed then, coming to a rest on Rafe's opposite side, her hand teasing over his nipple and playing with the ruby-studded barbell as she leaned forward to brush a kiss over Brann's mouth, then Rafael's. "You can touch my mind and know that love doesn't begin to capture what I feel for both of you. There is no place I'd rather be than with my mates."

Her hand moved to cover Brann's, to push it lower and position it over Rafael's cock. Rafe jerked, a pant escaping as both Syndelle and Brann fondled his penis and testicles, his body arching when Syndelle leaned over to lave and suckle his nipple and Brann mirrored what she was doing. The feel of their lips making Rafe cry out as his fingers tangled in their hair.

Tears threatened to spill from his eyes. Emotion swamping him momentarily as the strength of what both Brann and Syndelle felt for him poured into his heart and soul, completely filling an aching, empty hole that he'd carried inside him since his earliest memory.

Fuck, he'd been scared-not so much of torture and death-but of losing this when he'd only just found it.

He cried out again, the pleasure of first Syndelle's tongue swirling over the head of his cock, then Brann's, chasing away thoughts of the past and the future-leaving him suspended in the moment, in a hot rush of lust and love. Over and over again their tongues and lips tormented him, their sighs and moans joining his as their fingers toyed with his balls and teased around the pucker of his anus, working lubricant into his tight hole until he was pleading for release.

With a satisfied purr, Brann moved back up Rafe's body, his lips melding with Rafael's as Syndelle latched onto the ruby-studded nipple, their touch driving Rafe's thighs further apart in silent invitation for Brann to settle on top of him. Brann groaned, accepting what was offered, trapping Rafe's cock between the two of them and nearly coming undone when Syndelle's hand wrapped around his penis and guided it to Rafe's back opening before trailing over Brann's hip and down the crevice of his own ass, the feel of her there making him surge all the way into Rafe.

Syndelle pulled away then, the dark pleasure in her eyes as she watched her two mates coupling rolling through them, compelling them as surely as if she'd given them a command. There was no holding back. No denying her or each other. There was only the rough need to fuck and fuck hard, to fuck until hot jets of semen erupted from cocks that would rise again almost immediately, cocks that would know Syndelle as thoroughly as they knew each other.

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