Sexy Saturday Sex Scene Week 4

This week is a naughty little scene from our one and only book with a "Vampire" hero, London for the Holidays.

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LONDON FOR THE HOLIDAYS
Stella and Audra Price
Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance/Menage
Length: Novel
Races: Vampire, Fallen Angel, Conglacio(ice demon), werewolves
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WARNING: VERY HOT EXCERPT. 18 and OVER ONLY! You have been WARNED.

Malcolm raised his eyebrow. “Tell us, pet... what would you like us to do?”

She knew she would have to bluff. She shrugged. “I think I’m going to take a stroll around the place, you know, take the tour.”

“More the pity,” Sam sighed heavily. “For a moment or two there I thought she wanted us both to fuck her. Now that would have been a wild night.” He shook his head.

Thisbe stood up and unbuttoned the shirt, her breasts now fully uncovered, and she stretched, shaking out her hair. She winked at Sam and turned. “I’m going to explore a bit, I think.” She strode across the room and then turned slightly. “I might get lost, sure I can’t get the tour?”

“Never let it be said that I’m one to turn down the offer of escorting a beautiful lady, especially while she’s in such a wicked state of undress.” Sam grinned, shooting up to his feet and offering her his arm. “Looks like you got yourself a stubborn one there, vamp. Although, it only proves my earlier point,” he told Mal smugly.

She looked at Sam. “Your point?”

“That you’re hurt and struggling for control of your life? That you’re trying to break through years of conditioning? That you need to be treated as more than just a plaything? That this is going to be a wild night?” He shrugged, his eyes glinting. “Take your pick, they’re all true. What you need are baby steps. Start with mutual fun... then move up to love and all that relationship stuff.”

“Who the hell says I want a relationship again?” She frowned and looked at Mal. “So, does Sam know his way around this place?”

“Hey, I didn’t tell you how long those baby steps had to take.”

Mal stood up, his scotch still in hand. “He seems to, though I don’t remember him ever being here before.”

“Umm, then he should know where the master bedroom is, shouldn’t he?”

Sam laughed next to her. “Kinking it up in the demon’s bed. Now that sounds like a plan.”

Thisbe giggled and looked at Mal, hoping. Truth was, she could have a worse night being alone with the fallen, but she wanted Mal in a way she couldn’t figure completely. She knew he could be hers, body and soul, whereas Sam was a ‘one night only’ kind of fun. Mal could be forever, and she wouldn’t chance that not coming to pass. “You going to steer me in the right direction? Or do I have to remind you that we have some unfinished business?”

Mal grinned up at her, banishing all fears of him not following. “Sure, pet. Just up the stairs.” He moved beside her to the side the fallen wasn’t currently occupying. “Then up another flight of stairs and the third room on the right. You really should see the view from the balcony,” he told her, his hand on the small of her back as he guided them towards the stairs.

She smirked. Right, like she gave a fig about the view, unless it was the two of them naked and sweaty with her. “Oh? And just how often have you spent time in the master bedroom? Dare I think I wouldn’t be your first there?” she asked with gusto, hoping to hide the growing disappointment if she wasn’t.

Mal chuckled. “I never take women home, pet. Least of all here. I think it’ll be my first time in the mansion, let alone in Taylor’s room.”

His quiet admission warmed her, and she turned to him and kissed him. The three of them went through the mansion into the main hall again, and she looked at the large horse made out of ice that was perpetually frozen on its pedestal to the left of the stairway. She regarded it carefully and reached out to touch it, feeling the pulse of Conglacio power that ran through it and kept it frozen. “Casha is quite talented,” she murmured.

The infusion of power made her nipples peak and she shivered, the energy coursing through her. They climbed the stairs, and as they took each step Malcolm got more comfortable, as did Sam, and both of them were stroking her skin with their thumbs. Mal stayed closer, though, and she reacted to him stronger than to Sam.

As they made it to the second landing, Mal unzipped her skirt from behind, and as she stepped again the skirt fell down. She stepped out of it and stood in her heels, happy to be naked again. She pulled away from them and bent down, picking up her skirt and giving them both a full show. She straightened, mounted the step, and turned to them, her hair wild around her head. “You two are way too relaxed, you know that?”

Sam grinned at her, his gaze moving lustfully over her body. “What do you expect?”

Mal pulled her against him, his hands slipping up to cup her breasts. “Love, we’re far from prudes here. It won’t have been the first time I’ve seen his ass. Though, granted, it’s never been in such delectable circumstance.” He nipped her neck between his teeth. “Besides, Sammy’s already drunk, the chance of him holding any memory of tonight come morning is slim.”

“I’m perfectly capable, you know... And my kind can’t overindulge. Oblivion isn’t granted to us,” he told them sullenly from across his glass.

“Mmmm, very true,” Mal grunted his direction. “Although, when mixed with severe blood letting and whatever else he’s been up to…” Mal whispered in her ear.

Thisbe giggled and rolled her hips, closing her eyes. “You of all people shouldn’t knock the bloodletting... I know I won’t.” She opened her eyes and smirked at Sam. “And I should hope I’m memorable... this is a one time deal, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Mal answered, his arms curling protectively around her.

“I’m not one to offer twice.” The fallen smiled, finishing his glass.

Malcolm’s arm was a most welcome weight. It was telling, in both how he felt about her and how he felt about a future. If there was one. Mal could be a longtime relationship, but the fact that he was Casha’s right hand man was a black mark on his record. Work and Cassiel would always come first, and Thisbe couldn’t deal with that anymore. But all of that was for later.

Sam was smirking at her from behind his glass and Mal was stroking her side, his hands rough and thrilling. She wasn’t sure if she was getting aroused from Sam’s looks or Mal’s actions, but she realized it didn’t really matter. She was going to have both of them and she wouldn’t have to choose.

She turned her head and bit Mal’s ear sweetly, then stepped away from him and walked up a few stairs, her hips swaying. “Good thing you don’t have to offer again then, isn’t it?”

“I’d say so.” The fallen stepped towards her, his lips mere inches from her own.

Thisbe leaned into him, then away slightly. feeling Malcolm come up behind her once more. She might be getting in over her head, but when in her life would she ever have a chance like this again? A vampire and a fallen both wanted her and had no qualms about it. Well, she wouldn’t either. Let tomorrow take care of itself.

Sam pressed his lips against hers in a kiss. Sam’s kiss was startling, his lips unyielding as he moved his body closer. She could feel exactly how she was affecting him and kissed him back, unashamed.

Thisbe moaned, and rolled her naked hips into them both—Sam in the front, her vampire lover from behind. She felt Mal’s hands on her breasts, his thumb and forefinger plucking and rolling her nipples. They were close to the room and she wasn’t sure they would make it, but she found she really didn’t care.

She could feel Mal’s lips kissing the nape of her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he rasped his tongue slowly down her spine. It really was his touch that set her body to thrumming in a way her old lover never did. She relaxed between them and simultaneously reached back and palmed Malcolm’s groin, then moved her other hand forward to Sam’s zipper, lovingly stroking them both through the fabric. Where Malcolm was wearing rough jeans, Sam wore soft dress pants. Both of them were quite ready for her and her body clenched in delicious ways. “Hope you boys can take a little cold…” she murmured into Sam’s mouth.

“Oh, I think we’ll both manage.” Sam chuckled briefly into her before kissing her again.

Somehow they made it to the bedroom, though Thisbe had no clue as to how either of them managed it, what with the continuous touching and the fevered kisses from the front and behind. She had closed her eyes to revel in the sensations and opened them to a whole other scene, one of frigid beauty and stark familiarity. It vaguely reminded her of Levi’s bedroom, though where Levi had a room of blue and white, Cassiel’s master bedroom in the mansion was white and silver silks and satins. The bed, clearly meant to be used as a playground, dominated the space.

A seriously old four-poster, it had silver and organza material draped around the dark cherry wood. Thisbe knew Casha had taste, but this was way beyond that. She smirked, thinking it fitting that she would experience this in this perfect room, with two perfect men.

She giggled, feeling Malcolm’s fangs softly tickle the skin of her inner elbow, and broke her kiss with Sam, turning towards her vampire lover. “You are a tease, Mal, you know that. You are the only man so far to make me shiver.” She winked and set to work getting his pants open, Sam now behind her with his hands weighing her breasts. Malcolm had moved back to her neck and nipped and licked playfully as she worked his pants open and lifted his shirt.

Mal growled at her, grinning smugly as Sam rolled her nipples around with his fingers. “So far,” the fallen whispered into her neck.

She gasped and leaned into Mal, her breasts jutting out towards Sam’s caressing hands and she pulsed her power. Her nipples peaked to icy hardness. “Umm, Sam, you are close, but I think shudder is more the word for you.” She turned her head and kissed Malcolm, slipping her tongue into his mouth, purposefully nicking it on his sharp fang.

“In a good way, I hope,” Sam purred against her as Mal moaned, his whole body turning ridged with the first taste of her blood.

She kept kissing Mal, and reached back to Sam and grasped him through his pants, squeezing to let him know he was indeed much appreciated.

When she broke the kiss she licked her lip, the scant blood coating it ever so slightly.

“Mmm...” Sam smiled, leaving her to lay himself down on the bed. “Blood doesn’t just excite the vampire, you know...” He patted the space on the huge bed next to him. “Come lie down, love. It’ll make things so much easier. Although, the balcony is still an option. We could take you over that if you wish?”

She cocked an eyebrow. “Both of you? That is a feat, I’m sure. I’m the meat of this sandwich, you decide.” She bit her bottom lip and stroked Mal, his pants open and his shirt now going over his head. She then turned to the bed and crawled on, kissing Sam with reckless abandon.

“I’m sure you’ll find more comfort in the bed.” the fallen told her, pulling off his own shirt.

Thisbe turned to lie on her back and watched as Sam’s almost golden skin came into view. Mal stood there, watching her and shucking his pants as well. She licked her lips at the thought of all that sexy flesh—the fallen’s dark and her vampire’s pale—for her to play with. She rested on her elbows, her nipples puckered and jutting up to a still standing Malcolm. Sam was against her then, lying on his side, his fingers drawing circles on her flat stomach and his lips traveling her collarbone and shoulder.

Perfection. Both of them with their broad shoulders, tight abs, and just the right amount of hair peppering their bodies. Her body ached anew for them, for the wickedness she saw glinting in Malcolm’s eyes, and felt in Sam’s kisses and gasp-worthy nips. She seriously could be in over her head.

She closed her eyes, reveling in the moment. She felt hands on her right ankle, holding her lovingly, fingers stroking her instep, then higher, past the hand holding her leg, and traveling softly up her shin to caress behind her knee. Her leg lifted, and she opened her eyes to see Malcolm dipping his head and kissing her ankle, then trailing his lips further, stopping at her knee. He gave her a heart-stopping, sexy grin.

“You feel like silk, This, you know that?” The vampire’s voice rumbled through her. His eyes darkened even more as he flicked his tongue on her skin as he resumed its journey upwards.
She whimpered as his lips ghosted on her skin, tickling ever so sweetly. “I do now. You’re a tease, Mal.” She threw her head back, then looked at Sam, who was intently watching her body’s reactions to all the attention. She felt sexy and wicked.

The fallen smiled innocently at his fingers dancing over her hot flesh. “So tell me, pet, just how would you like me to take you first?” He dipped his head down, sucking a puckered nipple into his mouth.

That was the question, wasn’t it? She moaned and hissed a breath, arching as she felt Malcolm’s lips nibble higher. The inside of her right thigh tingled with sensation. Sam’s wonderful mouth tightened her body even more. “Would it be wrong to say however you want? Gods, that’s nice.”

“Nothing wrong with that, Thissy,” he murmured around her breast. “Nothing wrong at all.”

“Good. Ummm, having the undivided attention of two beautiful men. I’m getting my Sleeping present early.”

“Indeed,” Sam growled, lifting her up to him. Mal nipped her thigh, bringing her attention back to him.

She gasped and looked down at Malcolm with a smile and licked her lips. “Careful, lover, or you’ll draw blood.” She winked and nibbled on Sam’s throat.

“Oh I’m not gonna draw blood just yet, pet...” He licked his lips, moving to her center, and laid a kiss upon her already wet and slick flesh.

Thisbe shuddered with the contact. She looked down, biting her bottom lip. Nothing in the world was as sexy or erotic as Malcolm looking up at her from between her thighs. Most girls wouldn’t let a vampire even consider going down on them, but Thisbe never really played it safe. Malcolm wouldn’t hurt her, the look in his eyes promised so much, but pain wasn’t part of it.

He sucked her into his mouth, circling her clit with his tongue. His cool fingers traveled up her legs, parting her thighs further as he set himself between them.

She moaned into Sam’s mouth as he kissed her, his tongue unconsciously mirroring what Malcolm’s was doing to her pussy. It was erotic, being teased by these two men, both her highly erogenous zones being pleasured at once. Sam could kiss, that was for damn sure, and she felt like she would die from the pleasure Malcolm was giving her.

Sam growled, rolling her nipples around in his fingertips as Mal teased her open with his tongue, delving deep inside of her.

It was all too much. She broke away and panted. “Mal, gods, baby...”

Mal moaned into her, his gaze locking onto hers as he brushed his rough thumb over her clit.
Thisbe cried out, lifting off the bed with the force of her orgasm. She shuddered, whimpering as Sam pinched her nipples tighter, and her body frosted with the action. “Mal!” she gasped in a breathy whisper and arched as he kept up his assault. Gods, but he was generous.

Sam watched her, his eyes taking in every movement of her body. “My, if you aren’t responsive. Nothing more erotic than a woman truly letting go.”

“Why do you think the king kept me?” She bit his bottom lip and reached down, running her hands through Malcolm’s hair and pulled his face away from her pussy, which still pulsed with the tremors of orgasmic aftershock. “You keep that up I’m going to be a boneless mess, not good for much of anything. That mouth of yours is lethal.”

Sam chuckled. “You have no idea of the truth of that... and we can still use a boneless mess, pet.”
She laughed and pulled Malcolm up to her, locking her lips to his to taste herself on him. She then went to her knees, mirroring him as Sam went behind her, cupping her breasts and teasing her flesh.

Mal pulled her against him, straddling her legs over him. “Silk everywhere, love.”

She smiled, the heat in his eyes making her blush. She felt Sam chuckle behind her and nibble on her neck. “I’m glad you think so...”

Malcolm’s considerable length was nestled between her thighs, hot and hard, twitching as she moved slowly. Sam had reared up, and she felt his cock, thick and wanting, in the small of her back. Sam’s head was bent over her shoulder, nipping at her skin, licking off the remnants of her frost outburst. She trembled between them, eager to enjoy and be enjoyed.