Desiree Holt - Caught in the Middle

She’d been so lost in Gabe that she’d forgotten all about Roarke. But wasn’t that always the case? It was just too bad Roarke was such a player, because unlike Gabe, who only saw her as one of the guys and treated her as such, at least Roarke could appreciate her as a woman, even if it was purely superficial.

“You’re thinking too hard, honey,” Roarke whispered against her ear, as he snaked his arms around her to cup her breasts in his hands. “You need to forget whatever is in that pretty head of yours and just focus on what we’re about to do to you.” And to make his point clear, he massaged the weight of her breasts as he dipped his head to the curve of her neck and stroked his tongue along the sensitive flesh.

Tremors roared through her, as the simmering heat inside her leapt to life, building to an out of control wildfire.

She was lost to the sensation of it all as Gabe nibbled on the tiny nub of her clit, dragging sharp bolts of pleasure from her body. When he slid a single finger inside her clenching heat, she nearly fainted.

“Gabe,” she gasped, as her body melted against Roarke’s. She closed her eyes, savouring the heat of both men’s touch, and for the first time, she sifted through the unique scent of them both.

In many ways, they were so alike, and yet the differences between them were stark. Gabe’s essence vibrated with a dominant, masculine intensity that was all consuming, and power clung to him like a second skin. Whereas, Roarke was intensely primal, and everything about him screamed of baser urges, still there remained a sensuality about him that whispered of gentlemanly refinement. Their scents told her more about them than words ever could. Roarke was a ladies’ man, but Gabe was all man-an Alpha male among many.

She knew then that she’d chosen the perfect men to usher her through her mating season. There was no doubt in her mind, they would bring her body to new heights, as they were doing now.

Tangling her hand in Gabe’s silky hair, she held him pressed against her, as his mouth teased her towards the edge of fulfilment. Liquid heat slipped from her body, and Gabe drank from her, his mouth kissing her in the most intimate way a man could.

She shivered, as she felt herself sliding closer and closer to the edge. He seemed to sense her impending climax because he stroked another finger inside her as he tugged harder on her clit, with his skilful lips.

A wave of pleasure washed over her, and she drowned in the powerful sensations he dragged from her as she hovered just at the precipice of completion.

She clung to him, her nails digging into the back of his head, telling him with her body not to stop the sweet torture he was bestowing upon her. He responded in kind, eagerly devouring her with his mouth until she felt her climax building within her, but when Roarke fastened his lips to her neck and bore down, she completely shattered

The pleasure pain of his incisors piercing her skin sent white hot shocks of heat sizzling through her, and she found herself tumbling over the edge, falling straight towards the sweetest orgasm she could ever remember.

She cried out, her body pulsing from the force of her climax as both men drank from her until she was both weak and spent.

Tiny quakes roiled through her, as she slumped against Roarke, letting him take the entire weight of her body. She was a mindless, boneless zombie for a long while, to the point that she didn’t realise Gabe had slid her panties and jeans back onto her body until he stood before her to press his lips against hers.

She moaned into his hot mouth, as she tasted herself on his lips. The kiss was so sweet, so erotic, and it was over all too soon.

“That is only the beginning,” he whispered, as if he’d read her thoughts, but knew he hadn’t since her shields were still in place.

Roarke chuckled from behind her, his response mirroring the laughter that flashed in Gabe’s eyes.

She felt herself smiling, too, at the thought of what lay ahead for them, but her smile quickly disappeared when a sharp knock vibrated against the door, followed by the distinct sound of a key turning in the lock.

They sprang apart, and just in the nick of time, before their boss came barrelling inside. A were like herself, Captain Moliker’s hairy face was flushed a ruddy red as he glared at all three of them. The knowing look on his face told her exactly what he was thinking, and her cheeks heated with embarrassment.

“You three better have a damned good reason for why this door was locked!”

A week later, Collette was still reeling from her embarrassing ordeal with her boss. He’d known what they were up to, but the Captain had let them all off the hook with just a warning, as long as they promised nothing like that would ever happen again.

She had not hesitated to assure him she would continue to be the model of professionalism he knew her to be. She’d been with the unit for almost five years and had never had so much as a citation levelled against her. She and Gabe were the epitome of professionalism, and they would both be up for promotion within a year’s time. Roarke, on the other hand…well, he was another story entirely. Apparently, that hadn’t been his first episode in the break room, which really hadn’t been a surprise to her. She had a very good feeling that it wouldn’t be his last either.

She shook her head at that thought, a smile spreading across her face. Roarke was certainly not the epitome of professionalism, but, to his credit, every job he did, he certainly did well and to the highest of standards.

The chime of the doorbell shook her from her reverie, and she crossed the foyer to open her front door.

A small smile touched her lips as a slow heat churned in her belly at the handsome sight that greeted her. Dressed in a black silk shirt and black trousers, Gabe was a striking vision with his dark good looks. While Roarke stood behind him, looking rough and tumbled in a white dress shirt and worn jeans, wearing his most unique accessory-his classic dimpled grin.

“As always, you are stunning, my dear,” Roarke said, pushing past Gabe to sweep her into his arms, and plant a hard, swift kiss against her lips, before releasing her to march down the hallway.

“Something smells good,” he called from over his shoulder, just as he disappeared into her kitchen.

“Yes, well just help yourself,” she yelled after him, but knew it was already too late when she heard dishes clinking against each other.

At the sound of Gabe’s heavy sigh, she turned to face him, and an apologetic scowl marred his handsome features. “Sorry about that. We planned to hunt, but would have been late if we stopped.”

Being lycan, she consumed both raw and prepared foods, depending upon her cravings, and she knew vampires did the same. They could exist on human food for quite a while, but their strength and longevity of life could only be sustained with blood. Supranatural blood being the richest source.

“You can drink from me if there should be a need.”

A small smile lifted his lips as he stepped inside. “There shouldn’t be. Roarke is obviously not suffering from weakness, and I fed last night, so I am fine.”

For now, she wanted to say, thinking of how draining the full moon phase would be for all of them.

“Roarke and I are strong enough-”

She gasped as her eyes widened, surprised that he would read her thoughts so openly.

“I didn’t mean to,” he said softly, as he stroked his hand down her cheek.

“You just did it again.” With just the slightest touch of his fingers against her skin, her body ignited, making her voice weak, and causing the slight reprimand to sound more like an empty statement, given how badly she trembled. It was always like this as she neared the full moon. Within an hour, she would become a slave to her lusts, completely blinded by her desires.