Paranormal Romance: Chosen By Two Vampires (New Adult Threesome Vampire Romance Short Stories MFM Menage MMF Alpha) Read Online Free
together for those scintillating seconds. In his burning hardness, he plunged into her again and she tensed every muscle, as if she were the whole of the land, bracing for the sea breaking against her. They were suspended in madness, soaring together on the thermals of the painful perfection of the moment in which they are both lost, their minds gone, bodies only.
Then together they descended and burning and ecstatic, the fevered pleasure of a two planes crashing together. Their souls exposed, their bodies unmade.
Jenny gulped for breath, still staring at the wildness unleashed in herself and horrified at its power. What creature was she that could do things such as this?
Each part of her body felt fragmented. A collection of dolls parts, she lay their panting. He hand made her whole then pulled her apart again. And without thinking she chased after him, not willing to fall back into normality, not willing to go back to the sane, rational existence. The beast in her was free and it would not now be contained.
As Razvan slid down on top of her, letting out a deep and satisfied sigh, she twisted from under him sort him with her mouth. He was still excited and she gnawed him like a ravenous wolf desperate for the blood. Razvan moaned at her adventure and when he was ready for her again, Jenny swung a leg over his waist and like the horseman preparing for the ride, she got her balance and brought her hands in his hair and bucked. Razvan responded and again they were set loose across the wild land that neither of them wanted to return from.
And this they did until the moon had left the night's sky and gray dawn filtered through the window and then Razvan was gone.
Chapter Eight
The days after the night with Razvan were like the days after getting very drunk. Jenny was on edge and frankly amazed at herself. She was not entirely sure how it had happened or even, what exactly had happened. She was sure she had never experienced the like of it before and quite sure she would never do it again. But that didn't necessarily mean she regretted it.
She spent those days floating around the tourist shops with Ana, who appeared increasingly bored.
One evening she was lying in bed reading when Tom phoned demanding to speak to Ana.
“You've got her number,” she said, “if you want to speak to her, phone her not me.”
“She's not answering,” said Tom. “What have you said to her?”
“I've said nothing,” she replied. “And if I did say something, what could possibly be worse than the truth?” In the background she could hear his girlfriend pestering him. “She's still with you then?”
“Of course, she is,” he said, but he sounded weary.
“What happens when the money runs out?” she asked.
“Never mind that,” he said testily. “Just ask Ana to call me, will you? And by the way, I think it's totally wrong of you to go away like this. This will count against you.”
“You think its wrong of us to go away,” Jenny said, genuinely amazed. “That's rather ironic, don't you think? Considering.”
He put the phone down.
She considered ignoring his request, but instead, sighed and got up. She knocked gently on Ana's door. She was reading with the light on. “Your dad asked you to call him.”
“Yeah,” said Ana, “I'll maybe give him a ring tomorrow.”
Jenny went back to her room thinking how nice it would be if she had Bruce's strong arms to fall into and how lovely it would be to lie with her head resting on his chest.
From her pillow she gazed at the black outline of the Abbey against the blue-black sky. She thought of Razvan. She thought of how wrong it had all been but how it was all deliciously right.
Jenny closed her eyes and thought of Bruce again. For a moment she thought she might be tempted to combine the two thoughts and then she fell asleep.
Chapter Nine
The next morning Bruce presented them with two
Then together they descended and burning and ecstatic, the fevered pleasure of a two planes crashing together. Their souls exposed, their bodies unmade.
Jenny gulped for breath, still staring at the wildness unleashed in herself and horrified at its power. What creature was she that could do things such as this?
Each part of her body felt fragmented. A collection of dolls parts, she lay their panting. He hand made her whole then pulled her apart again. And without thinking she chased after him, not willing to fall back into normality, not willing to go back to the sane, rational existence. The beast in her was free and it would not now be contained.
As Razvan slid down on top of her, letting out a deep and satisfied sigh, she twisted from under him sort him with her mouth. He was still excited and she gnawed him like a ravenous wolf desperate for the blood. Razvan moaned at her adventure and when he was ready for her again, Jenny swung a leg over his waist and like the horseman preparing for the ride, she got her balance and brought her hands in his hair and bucked. Razvan responded and again they were set loose across the wild land that neither of them wanted to return from.
And this they did until the moon had left the night's sky and gray dawn filtered through the window and then Razvan was gone.
Chapter Eight
The days after the night with Razvan were like the days after getting very drunk. Jenny was on edge and frankly amazed at herself. She was not entirely sure how it had happened or even, what exactly had happened. She was sure she had never experienced the like of it before and quite sure she would never do it again. But that didn't necessarily mean she regretted it.
She spent those days floating around the tourist shops with Ana, who appeared increasingly bored.
One evening she was lying in bed reading when Tom phoned demanding to speak to Ana.
“You've got her number,” she said, “if you want to speak to her, phone her not me.”
“She's not answering,” said Tom. “What have you said to her?”
“I've said nothing,” she replied. “And if I did say something, what could possibly be worse than the truth?” In the background she could hear his girlfriend pestering him. “She's still with you then?”
“Of course, she is,” he said, but he sounded weary.
“What happens when the money runs out?” she asked.
“Never mind that,” he said testily. “Just ask Ana to call me, will you? And by the way, I think it's totally wrong of you to go away like this. This will count against you.”
“You think its wrong of us to go away,” Jenny said, genuinely amazed. “That's rather ironic, don't you think? Considering.”
He put the phone down.
She considered ignoring his request, but instead, sighed and got up. She knocked gently on Ana's door. She was reading with the light on. “Your dad asked you to call him.”
“Yeah,” said Ana, “I'll maybe give him a ring tomorrow.”
Jenny went back to her room thinking how nice it would be if she had Bruce's strong arms to fall into and how lovely it would be to lie with her head resting on his chest.
From her pillow she gazed at the black outline of the Abbey against the blue-black sky. She thought of Razvan. She thought of how wrong it had all been but how it was all deliciously right.
Jenny closed her eyes and thought of Bruce again. For a moment she thought she might be tempted to combine the two thoughts and then she fell asleep.
Chapter Nine
The next morning Bruce presented them with two
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