Authors: Romance Novels Publishing
Zechariah looked over at Lucius and growled. “Of course I can, you idiot, but she’s more than special. She’s intoxicating, but her soul speaks to my heart.”
Miranda’s fear softened—not because his words were sweet and she was still beyond aroused. It was because she felt the same. Something inside of her told her this was where she belonged. Not only that, but she needed release and immediately. She was desperate to have them finish what they started. Her breathing labored as her womanhood begged for their attention. Why the hell did they stop? I was so close, she thought to herself. She decided to speak out.
“Hey, I’m right here. You realize you’re both leaving me hanging, right?”
Just then, she realized her mistake in thinking they were finished with her, as they looked at one another and a wicked grin spread across both of their faces. As she looked down, she realized that Zechariah had ducked back down between her legs and now was thrusting his tongue into her. She reached down and balled his hair in her fist, holding him in place. Lucius teased her with the points of his fangs. He knew that his friend felt something for the mortal. He had never pointed it out in such a manner. She knew that it would be mere moments before she came. He used his free hand to massage her clit.
All of the sudden, it was as if both Zechariah and Lucius spoke to each other telepathically. Miranda was caught up in the throes of passion when she felt the sudden sharp erotic pain on both the inside of her thigh along the femoral artery and her neck where Lucius had just been trailing his kisses.
She felt swept up in a current of ecstasy as she felt herself feeling as if she were floating on air. Images of the two men long ago floated through her mind. She saw them laughing and playing as young children just like brothers, but somehow she knew they weren’t brothers. The next image flashed on a scene from the Revolutionary War. She saw them with muskets on a ship. A third image flashed on the American Civil War as they helped on the Underground Railroad.
Then, it was as if she were being returned to herself like a feather on the wind slowly dancing its way toward the ground. As soon as she settled into her body, she felt an explosion of intense ecstasy as her orgasm shuddered through her body.
Just when she couldn’t take any more, she felt Zechariah sheath his long hard cock deep inside of her body. She felt his release as he came inside of her, spilling his seed. “Please,” she said. “I can’t take anymore.” She was begging. It was a pleasure she had never experienced before, but despite her please, Lucius began to tease her entrance with the head of his cock as Zechariah lovingly caressed her body with his hands and lips.
“Oh, my god!” she screamed. Her orgasm built again and encompassed her entire being. Even her hair felt as if it were on fire with pleasure.
As Lucius slid his length inside of her, he rode her until he came, and then he collapsed beside her. Miranda lay on the bed, sandwiched between both men and drifted off to sleep. Nothing would remain the same as Lucius and Zechariah unwittingly dragged her into their world with a hypnotically passionate dance as the three of them connected on a deeper level.
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A few hours later, Miranda awoke with only Zechariah beside her in the bed. She opened her eyes and his face came into focus. She inhaled sharply with surprise. “Zechariah! Oh, my goodness! You scared me. I just had the craziest dream in my life.”
He looked down for a moment and then flashed his fangs at her, but not to scare her. “It was not a dream, love.”
She sat up, but not from fear. Everything she was feeling in this moment defied logical thought, but she could not resist her emotions right now. “You mean,” she began. “That all of this was real…that you and Lucius are…”
“Vampires.” he responded confidently. “Yes, we are. There are many things that humans do not realize exist. Normally, we do not reveal ourselves to humans, but there is just something about you that I cannot quite put my finger on.”
“Well, you put your ‘finger’ on quite a few things earlier, but I’m not complaining.” she said.
“I could easily try again, if you would like me to.”
Miranda smiled demurely and blushed. “I’d like to know more about you, if that is okay.” she said as she sat up and drew her knees into her chest.
“What do you want to know?”
“How old are you?”
Laughing, Zechariah replied, “Everyone always wants to know about a vampire’s age. It’s in all of the stories and everything. To be exact, I will be seven hundred and sixty seven years old come May first.”
“Wow, really?”
“Yes.”
“Lucius, too? Where are you two from?”
“Lucius is three years older. We have been best friends this entire time. I was originally born in England, but I defected to Scotland after I saw what my countrymen were doing. Lucius is from Ireland. He left his home to help defend the Scottish against the English.”
“Can I ask something else?” She stared into his eyes as if to plead with him. “When the both of you bit me…”
“We’re sorry about that.” He cast his gaze downward in apparent shame. “It’s just that you’re so irresistible on so many levels. I’ve never encountered anyone in all my time that has caused me to struggle so much.”
“No, it’s not that. It was actually more pleasurable than I would have ever imagined. It is just that when you two bit me, images of the both of you appeared in my head. I saw you as young children playing in a field. I saw you again during the Revolutionary War and during the Civil War after that. Was that all real?”
“It was.” came a voice from the door way. It was Lucius.
“How long have you been standing there?” asked Zechariah.
“Long enough to know we are playing a game of ‘Q’ and ‘A’.”
“I-I’m sorry if I was wrong to…” she yammered.
“No, no harm at all in asking. Especially when you have enjoyed the both of us on so many levels.” The corners of his mouth turned up into a near sinister looking smile, but his intent was not malicious. “You have experienced something that so few have experienced. Normally, the satiation of our appetites are more—permanent for one of the party.”
“Do not let him scare you.” Zechariah said. “We do not kill those who do not deserve it—just like that Mike bastard who tried to assault you.”
“Mike is—dead?”
Lucius and Zechariah thought that Miranda was about to have a meltdown…until she said, “It’s sure about time. That asshole had it coming.”
The two men looked at each other in absolute astonishment. They were certain that this arrangement would work very well. Miranda would make a great asset in more ways than one.
THE END
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