Eversong (Midnight Playground) (10 page)

“You are our insatiable girl,” Ever said, a grin on his lush mouth.

“You two have made me so.”

“To our great pleasure,” Ever answered. He looked over her shoulder at Deo. “Now.”

They impaled her as one, Ever thrusting deep into her soaking cunt, Deo into her ass. She felt the friction of their cocks inside her, separated by only that thin membrane. Their arms were around her, gripping each other, holding them all together as one being. She spread her thighs, allowing them both deeper access, pleasure spiraling in her body, making her mind soar.

She saw them all together, herself, Deo, Ever. They lay on a beach, the sun setting in a blaze of pink and orange. She smelled the fragrant salt of the sea. Felt the soft, tiny grains of sand beneath her. Felt their love for each other like some palpable thing. Like some soft breeze blowing over their naked skin as the water from the shower cascaded down their joined bodies.

She’d never had this sort of vision, of something that had never happened. But she knew it was more about what they were all feeling than anything that had taken place, or would. They might never find this peaceful beach. But they would all be together. They would love, all of them. Love and desire so fierce, so powerful they could never resist it.

As they plunged into her over and over, crying out their pleasure until their moans and sighs merged as much as their bodies, she felt herself melt into sensation. Into their arms. Into the lovely vision in her head. She shivered as she came, as she felt them coming inside her, all of them together as one. And she knew this was forever. Truly until the end of time. Deo and Ever. Her loves. Forever and ever.

About the Author

The award-winning author of a number of novels, novellas and short stories, Eden Bradley writes dark, edgy erotic fiction. Her work has been called ‘elegant, intelligent and sensual’. One erotic novel was profiled in
Cosmopolitan
magazine.

Eden appears regularly on Playboy Radio’s
Night Calls
, Dissident Radio’s
Breaking
Taboos
, and the West Coast
In the Flesh
readings. When she’s not writing, you can find her wandering museums, shopping for shoes and reading everything she can get her hands on. A California native, Eden currently lives in Los Angeles. You can visit her website:
www.edenbradley.com
.

Look for these titles by Eden Bradley

Now Available:

Tempt Me Twice

Midnight Playground

The Seeking Kiss

Bloodsong

The Turning Kiss

Eversong

Celestial Seductions

Winter Solstice

Spring Equinox

Summer Solstice

Wasteland

The Breeder

This summer is going to be twice as hot…

Summer Solstice

© 2009 Eden Bradley

The view from Leigh’s front porch was never this nice. In fact, her hunky new neighbor is sparking all kinds of naughty ideas about how to beat the heat. Much to her delight, the feeling is mutual—as long as they keep things light. Her divorce left her a little lonely, but far from needy.

Jared doesn’t plan to spend much time in his new place before jetting off on his next photojournalism assignment. Leigh’s classic, California blonde looks are any man’s fantasy. A little flirting, a little playful, neighborly car washing, and it isn’t long until their summer fling is in full swing.

Neither can imagine the sex being any hotter—until Jared’s sometime roommate and lover, Matteo, comes to town. In the arms of two men, Leigh brings her ultimate fantasy into scorching reality.

Jared revels in the chance to command his two lovers’ every move, but when he gets the call for his next overseas gig, he’s not so sure he’s ready for the fireworks to end. And even as Leigh gives her two lovers the most precious gift—their freedom—she wonders how she’ll find the strength to say goodbye.

Warning: Hot M/M/F ménage, sex in public places (sort of—read it and you’ll see!), every possible orifice filled (some simultaneously), a big, sexy, bossy alpha, an equally hot beta and a little spanking for good measure. Because let’s face it, who doesn’t need a little spanking now and then?

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Summer Solstice:

He was as beautiful as Jared told her he would be. Dark hair waving to his shoulders, his skin a gorgeous golden-brown. And his eyes were green, darker than her own, a deep shade of moss. Electric. He had his shirt off, and she could see that while he was more delicately built than Jared, he was still all muscle, long and lean. And his chest was perfectly smooth, his skin sleek, his nipples dark. He was smiling at them, his gaze assessing her.

Jared crossed the room in a few short strides, taking Leigh with him, her hand in his. He reached out and pulled Matteo to his feet, his arm wrapping around his neck to pull him in close. The two men kissed, and heat shot like lightning through Leigh’s body.

Jesus.

There was something almost terrifyingly erotic about those two masculine mouths meeting. She’d never seen anything like it, this intimate caress of lips between men, not this close up. Not with Jared holding onto her hand, as though she were a part of it.
 

They pulled apart and Jared pulled Leigh closer.

“This is Matteo.”

“Hi, Matteo. It’s nice to meet you.”

Matteo was smiling at her, his teeth a brilliant white in his wide, lush mouth. He really was beautiful.
 
He took her free hand in his, his long fingers wrapping around hers. His palm was warm, his fingertips callused from playing guitar. She couldn’t help but imagine what those rough fingers would feel like on her skin…

“And you’re Leigh.” His accent was purely American, surprising her for some reason. “Jared told me his new neighbor was a beauty, but I had no idea…” He turned to glance at Jared. “I hope you weren’t planning on keeping her all to yourself.”

“That’s entirely up to her.”

Matteo’s smile widened into a grin as he turned back to her, and she went hot all over as he gave her hand a squeeze. “I’ll have to work hard to charm you then, Leigh.”

She smiled back. He was charming enough already. And she understood fully that the invitation was there, for them all to go to bed together. Would it be too much if she simply screamed ‘yes’?

“Can I get you two anything? A beer?”

“We just came from dinner and a few margarita’s. Have you eaten?”

“I stopped on my way from the airport. I didn’t want to waste time eating once I got here. I have a new piece I’ve been wanting to play for you. Do you mind, Leigh?”

“No, not at all. I’d love to hear you play. Jared says you play beautifully.”

“I hope you like it. Come, sit next to me.”

Matteo was still holding onto her hand. He pulled her down next to him on the dark leather sofa. Jared sat on her other side.

Matteo began to play, his fingers fluttering over the guitar strings, making them sigh. The tempo built, a lovely rhythm that was sensual, sexual, somehow. He was watching them, Leigh and Jared both, his green eyes gleaming, some sort of challenge in them. Or was she imagining that? But he could certainly play. The music was gorgeous, Spanish-style guitar mixed with a bit of Caribbean flavor. She turned to look at Jared, and his gaze was on Matteo, but quickly flicked to her. He smiled, his dimple flickering in his cheek, and he took her hand, stroking the back of it with his thumb as they listened. The music, Jared’s touch, was sending heat spiraling into her system. And Matteo’s beautiful face, the intensity of his expression…what sort of lover would he be?

When Matteo was done he set the guitar down on the floor carefully.

“What do you think?”

“Brilliant,” Jared answered.

“You always say that.”

“It’s always true.”

“And you, Leigh? Did you enjoy my playing?”

“Jared’s right, that was brilliant. So soulful.”

“Ah, I like this one, Jared,” he said, lifting her hand to kiss it, his soft lips lingering.

Jared was still stroking her other hand, and he moved his palm up over her arm, stroking her shoulder. She was shivering with need, with the sensation of the two men touching her at once. With the exquisite anticipation of what might happen between them all.

Jared moved closer, his mouth next to her ear, until she could feel his warm breath on her cheek. “Leigh, tell me what you want.”

It was a command, and yet she knew this was up to her. Knew she’d be crazy to turn this opportunity down.

“I want you both.”

“Ah, wonderful.” Jared kissed her cheek, his hand slipping down over her collarbone, his fingers stroking the side of her neck. He’d come to know how sensitive she was there. He knew all her most sensitive spots already, had known instinctively almost since their first moments together. “I was hoping you’d say that. I thought you might.”

Matteo still held her hand to his lips, brushing them over her skin. His gaze was on hers, his eyes a beautiful, dark green. Full of fire. Full of need. His lips were so damn soft, kissing the back of her hand over and over, then turning it over and sliding up to her wrist. Neither of them had touched her breasts, her sex, and yet she felt as close to coming as she ever had in her life.

“Jared…”

“What is it, darlin’?”

“Undress me, please.”

A small chuckle from him, then he pulled her dress over her head in one smooth motion. Matteo reached out and caressed one taut nipple with his fingertip.
 

“Beautiful breasts, Leigh. Damn perfect, really. I could write a song about them.”

She laughed, feeling freer than she ever had in her life, somehow. Powerful, desired by these two men.

“It’s true,” Matteo insisted, leaning forward and laying a soft kiss where his fingertip had been.

Pleasure surged through her, her breasts aching, her lacy panties soaked. She was vaguely aware of Jared undressing behind her, but Matteo’s touch, his mouth, were making her crazy. His fingers were still stroking the undersides of her breasts as he feathered his lips over her nipple.

“Come on, Matteo,” she told him. Pleaded with him.

“I like that you’re so eager,” he murmured.

“But we’re just getting started,” Jared said, pulling her back, until she was reclining on his naked body.

Bloodlines merge, passions surge…

Vampires’ Consort

© 2011 Bonnie Dee

Magical Menages, Book 2

One riveting glance from the handsome stranger stalking her in the supermarket shakes Akila Massri down to her soul. And when Jacob Baum hands her an engraved invitation to visit his billionaire employer’s retreat, curiosity—and the need to pay off her student loans—overcomes the instinct to refuse.

Once on Valarian Kaspan’s private tropical island, her dark and deadly host confronts her with several incredible facts. Vampires exist. Her Egyptian ancestry traces back to the sun god, Ra. And her bloodline is critical to the future of mankind.

From his thrall’s heated reaction to the supple-limbed Akila, Valarian is certain she is destined to mingle his Genghis Kahn bloodline with that of Ra. As a vampire, Valarian is sterile; it is through Jacob that a prophesied savior of mankind will be born.

As Akila tries to wrap her mind around all this, she finds herself caught up in a whirlwind of erotic passion for two, very complicated men. When they all come together, something powerful unfolds within her. Something that makes her the target of evil vampires who plan to use her—and her unborn—to erase humans’ very existence from the earth…

Warning: One woman plus a powerful vampire and his thrall equals sexy ménage with explicit sex scenes.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Vampires’ Consort:

Akila decided to let Jacob walk off whatever demons raged in him. She kicked off her sandals and went to the edge of the water. She could smell the brine in the astonishing blue-green water as it lapped warmly around her toes. The Atlantic down here was an entirely different ocean from the gray water of Long Island Sound near her parents’ home. It would be great to strip bare and simply float in it for a while. This place was too gorgeous not to take advantage of it for the brief time she was here.

Why not stay through the weekend? She could learn more about Kaspan and when she returned home, write an exposé about him as she’d planned. Of course, she’d have to edit out the vampire stuff…and the bloodline stuff…and the crazy baby-making plan. That didn’t leave much juicy gossip to spill. Without those elements, there was only a wealthy businessman hanging out at his tropical retreat.

She squatted in the sand and dug with half of a clamshell, watching the water fill the pit she made. Her mind careened all over the place, trying to fix on one aspect of his crazy tale and have it make sense. As shocked as she was about vampires existing, what really got her was the idea of Ra, a god, for God’s sake, as her ancestor. It was preposterous but utterly fascinating. Maybe she needed to learn more about this prophecy thing.

“I’m sorry.”

An unexpected voice beside her made her screech, drop the shell and leap to her feet. She slapped a hand to her chest. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“I apologize.” Jacob’s eyes reflected the sunlight, making them bluer than the ocean. “I lost my temper, something I rarely do.”

She believed that, having gotten the impression he was usually firmly in control of his emotions. “That’s okay. I press buttons. It’s what I do. I shouldn’t have said that about Hitler. I’m sure Kaspan is a great guy. He supports about half the charities on the planet.”

Her head was tipped back in order to look up into his face. The angle, coupled with their bodies’ proximity, made it feel like she was waiting for him to lean down and kiss her. Their gazes locked while the surf rhythmically washed the shore and seagulls screeched overhead. There was no denying the attraction between them. She’d felt it that night at the supermarket and again from the moment she saw him at the airport. A subtle thread stitched them together every time they were near each other.