Desiree Holt - Caught in the Middle

He might be willing to admit he had a lot to learn about humans and vampires, but he knew how packs worked- Stafford probably hadn’t wanted to share Jas with him either, but he had. The laws of the pack made it quite clear. Even if she was to take her place as his alpha female in the future, she belonged to both of them right then. He had no right to stop Stafford touching her if Jasmine remained willing to accept his touch.

Just able to see her expression from that angle, Hayden saw her smile at the vampire.

“You’re…connected?” Stafford asked.

Hayden kissed her neck. For a man who seemed to think he knew all there was to know about both women and sex, he really was pretty clueless. “Of course,” he said against her neck.

“Does it hurt?” he asked Jasmine.

Jasmine shook her head. “It feels good,” she whispered.

Hayden smiled behind her, rocking his hips so he moved inside her. Her muscles clamped down around him and she purred her pleasure loud enough for the other man to hear.

Stafford frowned.

“Like the bite,” she added.

“What?” Stafford said.

Hayden hesitated-damn sure the joining shouldn’t feel like anyone was biting her.

“Just like the bite,” she whispered again. “It shouldn’t feel good, but God, it does!”

She pressed back against Hayden. He ran his free hand over her shoulder and then along her waist. He tried to think the way Stafford seemed to, but in simple truth, he knew he didn’t want to do anything more than stroke her body. There was no technique, no plan. He just liked touching her and feeling her skin under his hands.

He rocked a bit inside her again, letting pleasure run through them.

A chain rattled. The handcuff moved around Hayden’s wrist. Stafford moved closer to Jasmine and put his hand on her hip. Hayden looked across at him. He was watching their lover very intently, studying every moment of pleasure as it passed across her face.

Before long, Hayden couldn’t stop his movements inside her from quickening. He couldn’t hide how eagerly his hands moved against her skin, as he desperately tried to touch every part of her, all at once. Any idea of doing anything other than what came completely naturally to him faded away.

He put his hand on her hip to steady her as he rocked harder and faster inside her. His hand landed over Stafford ’s trapping the other man’s hand against her skin as he felt his pleasure peak one final time and he came inside her.

His jerky movements rubbed his cock against her pleasure spot, just as he knew it would and Jasmine came at the same moment he did, gasping for breath and pushing back against him until he fell still behind her.

Stafford reclaimed his hand from under Hayden’s palm and stroked her hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. He leaned in and brushed their lips together. Hayden, temporarily sleepy and sated, was still not at all willing to be left out. He nuzzled at her neck and turned her face to him, for his lips to be kissed too.

He snuggled into her, pulling her closer into his arms as she closed her eyes and rested her head against the pillow.

“You should sleep now, Jas,” he whispered.

“And you should give her some space,” Stafford told him.

Hayden shook his head. “Connected,” he reminded him.

Stafford didn’t appear impressed.

Jasmine reached out for the other man. “Rest with us, sir?” she asked.

“Vampires do not require to rest in this manner,” he said coldly, even though Hayden could already see the other man was looking at the way they were wrapped around each other and working out where he would fit into such an arrangement.

“Rest with us anyway,” she asked. “Please, sir?”

Stafford looked unenthusiastically at Hayden, but he moved a little closer across the bed, seemingly willing to humour Jas, regardless of his presence. Resting his head on the pillow in front of her, he stroked her cheek and pressed a delicate kiss against her lips.

“It won’t be much longer,” he reassured her. “I won’t let him keep you connected like this all night.”

“She’s happy where she is,” Hayden told him, a note of growl making its way into his voice.

Jasmine smiled and turned her head so it was clear she was addressing them both. “I’m fine, sir.”

She certainly sounded fine, all tired and content with her world.

Stafford nodded his understanding.

Hayden murmured his agreement too, and snuggled closer to her as his erection began to slowly soften inside her.

Hayden lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling. The more he tried to ignore it, the more impossible it became. Jas was curled in close to his side, which was very right, and just as it should be. Stafford had migrated toward the other side of the bed, which wasn’t really proper pack behaviour, but which was fine with Hayden right then.

Taking a deep breath, the wolf smelt all of their pleasure mingled in the air above the bed. Jasmine smelt like him now. Stafford ’s scent was still there, but it had faded away when he put his scent over it. Jasmine was his. She smelt like her alpha male.

The only problem was Stafford. He smelt like Stafford, which was to be expected and tolerated, but his cock still smelt like Jasmine’s pleasure. There was no use trying to ignore it. The vampire smelling like Jasmine’s scent was wrong-it made it smell like her pleasure only came from the other man. Carefully moving out of Jasmine’s sleepy embrace, Hayden negotiated his way past her slumbering form.

Stafford moved his arm in his sleep, allowing the handcuffs to guide where he rested his arm as Hayden made his way closer to him.

Sitting on the bed, in the gap between Jasmine’s body and Stafford ’s side, he leaned over and slowly began to wash Jasmine’s scent off the vampire’s body.

Stafford shifted in his sleep. He rocked his hips as a hot, moist tongue caressed his shaft. He blinked his eyes open and stared at the ceiling. What he’d assumed was an amazingly realistic dream became an obvious reality and the tongue didn’t leave him for a moment.

Jasmine…

Stafford smiled to himself. He let her carry on for a few more minutes before he was willing to admit he was awake. Lifting his head and looked down his body.

Suddenly wide awake, Stafford scrambled back on the bed, jerking away from the mouth hovering over his cock. “What the-“

“Hush,” Hayden whispered reproachfully. “You’ll wake Jas.”

Stafford stared wide eyed down the bed. He looked at Jasmine still sleeping next to them. She stirred, reaching out across the bed for the warmth of another body and failing to find one, but she didn’t wake up.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Stafford hissed as quietly as his anger would allow, pulling the blanket he’d cast aside during the night back over his body and almost up to his chin.

“I couldn’t sleep,” Hayden said.

Stafford opened his mouth. He closed his mouth. He really couldn’t think of anything to say to that. He ran a hand through his hair, putting the strands into some sort of order. He tugged the blanket even further up his body and cast a very suspicious glare at the werewolf. “And what? Fellatio is a traditional werewolf cure for insomnia?” he demanded.

Hayden tilted his head on the side. “What’s that?”

“What?” Damn, the man didn’t even have a vocabulary! “Fellatio-it means sucking another man’s cock.”

“I wasn’t sucking, I was licking,” Hayden corrected mildly.

“You should wait for an invitation before you do either!” Stafford snapped.

“You were sleeping.”

“And that gives you the right to do whatever you want?” Stafford demanded.