Winning Virgin Love Part 12

Tabitha's eyes held with Natasha's as they both tried to tolerate the formal speech from those they dubbed as intellectual morons. They discussed a s.e.x fest as if it were an agreement between men, vampires, that would go down in history as a formal binding made legitimate through the acts of s.e.x.

Right now, looking at the three men who stood in front of her, she wasn't sure if she felt excited by them or scared to death. Almonzo winked as if to offer some sort of rea.s.surance but she wasn't feeling it. She felt a little uneasy even though she had a great familiarity with Darian and found herself drawn to Richart, the younger man standing between Darian and Almonzo.

One of the elders turned to Tabitha and asked for her permission and she nodded for the third time. She wasn't sure what she was agreeing to but she followed her mate's cue. All good mortal brides probably responded in a similar fas.h.i.+on. She wanted to get this embarra.s.sing part out of the way. There were more important things to do-like the three men waiting for her.

Since the beginning of this ceremonial disaster, she'd tried to act as unimpressed as possible but it proved difficult especially since Almonzo tried to sweeten the pot when he presented his case for adding another secondary.

She really didn't have the option to turn him down, even though he tried to act like she did. It was one of those d.a.m.ned-if-you-do and double-d.a.m.ned-if-you-don't kind of questions. Almonzo didn't want Darian to be her secondary provider and he went to extraordinary lengths to prevent it.

"I'm only doing this because I need to learn to make sacrifices, Natasha." Tabitha smiled sweetly at Richart.

"You're telling me." Natasha agreed.

Three hard and ready vampires, waited to bring her the most exquisite pleasure any one woman ever received. Even if she hated Darian, she knew his body in an intimate way she was unable to completely shake. He was gifted, and as talented as any other man of his stature. Still, she refused to let her mind wander into forbidden thoughts guided by her past with Darian. It was a different time and circ.u.mstances changed.

"Tabitha? Your permission?" The elder asked for it again.

Almonzo slowly nodded.

"You have it granted." She closed her eyes then and before she opened them once more, Almonzo stepped forward and took her hand. "Tabitha, this is Richart." He gently placed her hand in his cousin's palm.

"Yes, Richart. I gathered as much. I've heard a lot about you." Almonzo provided only minor details but she opted for polite small talk over public groping. Almonzo left out a few things when he described his cousin. For instance, he forgot to mention the man looked like he could f.u.c.k a woman into paradise and back.

Without thinking about it, she said, "I'm looking forward to..." devouring you. Thank G.o.d, she stopped herself mid-sentence. With the men involved in this ceremony, Tabitha was beginning to feel anxious.

Almonzo pulled her close to his side and kissed her on the head but she felt his body brace against hers. He clutched her only tighter.

"It'll be my pleasure." He winked and then elbowed Almonzo. "I always knew my cousin would find me more appealing than his own double." He tried to make a joke and instantly released her hand when he saw Orlando motion for him.

"Speak of the devil." He pointed at Orlando and then turned his attention back to Tabitha. His mouth twisted off a look of illicit l.u.s.t. "I'll see you as soon as I can." His forefinger sc.r.a.ped under Tabitha's chin and then he slapped Almonzo on the back. "d.a.m.n, I'm glad we're friends." Laughter shook him and he rushed the opportunity to tackle another cousin.

The elder in charge of formalities, an older man with long white hair, moved to the center of the formal dining room. He stood at the head of the table, where Samuel Spenser typically sat, with his hands pressed against the sleek mahogany wood.

As he leaned forward, he addressed everyone involved. His gaze independently met the eyes of each significant partic.i.p.ant. "Today is one of the rare instances where we are brought together to bring forward another mortal woman into our midst. Because of the unusual circ.u.mstances, a trilogy of ceremonies is required to complete the joining of Almonzo and Tabitha Spenser."

After Almonzo explained all of the bylaws of their culture, Tabitha understood the reason she was unable to escape her fate. The elders most definitely realized Darian took and now possessed her blood which meant a secondary would need to be in place if she refused Darian. The alternate life source required a traditional establishment similar to what was determined for the female vampires and their mates.

Natasha didn't have to go through a ridiculous celebration because in the event of Orlando's unexpected death, she would be pa.s.sed off to his next of kin to handle her a.s.signment to another suitable life mate. Since Tabitha's blood was already shared, a secondary was pre-determined but Almonzo thought of a way to prevent Darian from the a.s.signment of a life partners.h.i.+p. He brought in a third vampire. Richart, his trusted cousin, stepped in as a responsible party since there were certain animosities between the Sabbats and Spensers that were still left unresolved.

Tabitha and Richart never met before the start of the ceremonies. She was instantly comfortable around him and strangely enough, attracted to him. He resembled Almonzo and first cousins shared like features. He had curly dark hair only he kept his neatly trimmed and short. He was tall and solid, a given quality, she decided, for the Spenser clan. He had the cutest dimples she'd ever seen and when he smiled, she almost wanted to kiss him in hopes she could taste it for a particular flavor. He simply looked too good to pa.s.s up and unbelievably so, she wasn't going to have to resist the sweet temptation.

"Tabitha?" Almonzo glared at Richart and then back at her. "You don't have to gawk, love."

"Oh yes I do. If he has the same equipment as his first cousin, then I have to ask myself, what is in this for you? I may end up enjoying both of you so much that I will want to keep him indefinitely." She waved her forefinger over in Richart's direction.

He sneered. "Lose the thought as quickly as you found it."

She laughed easily until she locked eyes with Darian. His gaze fell to her chest and he smirked. "Want to know what I'm thinking right now, sweet honey?"

It was his pet name for her and her eyes dropped to his belt. The evidence of his hard-on left nothing for her imagination. She was certain of the excitement he felt. She experienced it too and it made her uncomfortable in all the wrong places She quickly reminded herself of one very important factor. Guilt was not a requirement when the sinful pleasures were an accepted part of their culture and viewed as customary.

The elderly man received signatures around the room after his eloquent spill ended. Natasha embraced Tabitha and her lips went to her ear. "I'm almost envious. Darian may be evil, but he has a few visible qualities and Richart? Oh h.e.l.l, honey. He's a beautiful design!"

Orlando stepped forward. "I heard that and since I did, Father will be told, and Almonzo too, he can never become your secondary if-"

"Oh, stop it!" Natasha cut him off deliberately. "Nothing can ever happen to you because if it does, I'll die right along with you."

Gently, Orlando touched her face and seemed truly hurt by her revelation. Tabitha left them locked in their own world of safe admiration. She glanced over at Almonzo and witnessed his inner animosities begin. She saw a flash of it in his eyes and the shade of a softer purple trimmed them. She went to him.

"Can we have a moment first?"

He took her in his arms and held her against his chest. "Yes, we're allowed a few minutes." Kissing her forehead, he gestured to the others. "We'll be waiting." Then, he took her hand and they started toward the guest house where the terms of the trilogy agreement would unfold among those parties involved.

"I don't know if I can go through with this." Tabitha whispered as they walked. "I'm...nervous."

"I made a decision earlier tonight." He glanced around the sprawling lawn as they strolled across it. "I'm going to make this as easy for you as possible. I promise."

"You can't make this simple for me, Almonzo."

They reached the two-story home at the back of the property and he pushed the door open. "Yes I can. I can make sure you enjoy it and I intend to put all jealousy aside and do exactly what I think you'd want me to do. We will leave who we are right here at this very door until all of this is behind us. Then, we'll never speak of it again." He touched her face with his fingertips.

"I'm not going to agree to that."

Almonzo winked. "You won't have to, and Tabitha, I've already told them both to treat you like the angel you are and to handle you with care. If they don't abide by my rules and find their own pleasure in them, I will rip their skin to shreds as soon as the first opportunity presents itself." He moved closer again and took her lips under his for a longer claiming. When he released her, he reminded again, "And we will never speak of this again."

Tabitha released a long, tortured sigh. "Richart is a gift, in a way, Almonzo. I am thankful he agreed to step in because if not, we didn't have a lot of options. It's not that three men excite me more than two but it's the end result." She sounded far too formal discussing the upcoming tryst.

"He's my cousin and I trust him. If something happened to me tomorrow, I know he would care for you and the children we later bring into this world."

Tabitha covered her mouth. "I almost forgot to tell you..."

"I know. Darian can't have children and the same goes for Richart, which is why I specifically chose him." Almonzo squeezed her hand. "Now, darling, let's just forget who we bring to our bed and have a good time doing it."

"I think you're going to enjoy this too much." She pinched his cheek and walked inside.

"You have no idea what's waiting for you but I'm going to promise you one full hour of mind-blowing s.e.x." He slapped her a.s.s and chased her up the front stairs.

By the time they reached the top of the steps, the excitement and energy stirred but when Almonzo whirled her around and then cradled her in his arms, his kisses changed everything in a bewitching second. Her arms curled around his neck as he walked over the threshold with her mouth melded to his. Before she thanked him for all of the ways he helped her feel acceptance, he placed her on the center of the large mattress. Rose petals were everywhere and candles danced with a new mood.

"Romantic, huh?" His hands crossed in front of him before he stripped off the s.h.i.+rt he really didn't need.

"You only did this for us, didn't you?"

"No, Tabitha. I did this part for you."

She took a deep breath and allowed him to pull her up from the comfort of a soft safety, and that's where it all really began. Music played softly in the distance and his arms seemed to encourage a slow sway to the tunes.

Tabitha wasn't sure if his hands or his mouth undressed her because inner emotions ran wild, so completely untamed. She wasn't certain of anything.

Earlier, she dressed in a simple sundress. Thin spaghetti straps barely held the ugly and dreadfully drab material in place. His hands fell to her shoulders and his lips locked over her nipple. It only took Almonzo a second to strip away the scant material and a few moments later he stood proudly naked too.

"Did you think you were able to downplay s.e.xy?" His hot breath moved to her ear. "Clothing never hides what a man like me seeks."

In an instant, she was dying for his s.e.x as his hands pampered and prepared her for the delicious journey ahead. Damp palms slid down her sides as he curved her against his body. Her back arched as his mouth drifted over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Unable to avoid her belly b.u.t.ton now, his tongue propelled over the indention before his mouth trailed lower.

Even though his lips were everywhere, it never occurred to her how well he initiated the start of things until she felt the presence of the others and realized she was already drenching from dire need. Richart was there and inching closer. He approached with carnal wishes, yes pure sin, in his eyes and he never tore his gaze away from her.

If Tabitha cared to guess, a lot of his approach had to do with his age. She a.s.sumed he was only around twenty and it showed in the way he pursued her. He entered the room as naked as the day he was born and he was spectacular. From the width and length of his c.o.c.k to his well defined six-pack abs, the man was a paragon for s.e.xual excellence by physical beauty alone.

If Almonzo thought she gaped before, he only needed to dip his tongue a little lower now for a l.u.s.t-filled confirmation. She was thirsty and one man wasn't the sole instigator of the puddle forming between her legs.

"Oh beautiful woman." Richart moved in behind her and caressed her shoulders with an array of unusual kisses. His mouth was hot syrup spinning from his tongue and then it was incredibly cool while he sucked in her skin. His hard body moved with her and easily simulated a slow erotic screw while his thick c.o.c.k remained firmly planted against the seam of her a.s.s. He handled her with extreme care and it made it difficult to remember he only joined them in the flesh.

"Oh G.o.d." She moaned as Richart's hands reached around her chest and cupped her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. They felt heavy once his palms held them and as his fingers pinched her nipples, she moved her hips against his length. She was suffering for penetration, and things were just beginning. A few more minutes of this and she would beg for it, and maybe even scream her demands.

Almonzo was on his knees one second and then the next, he hurriedly stood and framed her face. His hungry eyes probed past her own and he made love to her lips with a soul-stealing kiss. He realized who was joining them next.

Darian was under a strict panel order to behave which was another reason for Richart's involvement. Richart was considered the most dangerous of the younger generation, something Tabitha was told only hours before she met him. He was notorious for killing the worst of vampires by using his sharp and long fangs as the weapon of choice.

She shuddered as she thought of his careful attention to her enjoyment. The man was nothing if not heaven on a platter and right then whatever he did to her seemingly worked her into a complete insatiable craving. She nearly asked for his bite.

Darian pa.s.sed by them with a crooked smile allowing him to test the waters. "Sweet honey." He sat on the edge of the bed. Breathtaking nude, he leaned back and c.o.c.ked his head as his golden hair cascaded over his shoulders. His mouth dropped open and his tongue darted in and out for pleasure, for show.

A giant of a man with a cruel and unusual way of treating some women, Darian looked down at his d.i.c.k and licked his lips before his gaze fell back to Richart. His initial focus bypa.s.sed her altogether and oh what a sweet image she gained as she watched Darian fist his c.o.c.k. She was more than ready to observe whatever any of them offered.

Darian reminded her of the vampire living within, even now, especially now, when he mesmerized her and certainly turned her on. She saw the truth behind his haunting eyes and dangerous smile. Still, her taste for him never died and perhaps with this event, it never would.

She curved her arm behind her shoulder and she held onto the nape of Richart's neck while she pushed Almonzo's head only lower. "Please, Almonzo..."

Darian's upper lip curled. "Please, what? Tell him what you want, lover. Let him give you everything you need." His hand struck harder with a closed fist clamping the erection he held out to her one minute and stroked for her viewing pleasure the next.

Her jaw dropped. She was dying to taste him. Oh but she could die from all of this. "Please, lick me." Her hand applied more pressure to Almonzo's head as he took his sweet time going for his position and he earned the right to choose his place.

Darian winked. "I'll wait my turn but once I start, I'll never stop." He made the promise and she realized how quickly he coaxed her into asking for what she wanted from him. And even that dazzled her all the way to her core. She felt him in her veins now. He wanted to be there so he was there. By G.o.d, she hoped he liked it because at least for the time being, he existed in her world and she was going to rock his.

While Almonzo's sweet lips wandered up and down her belly, Richart rolled her nipples with precision and purpose. Almonzo's mouth covered her p.u.s.s.y and his body s.h.i.+fted in front of her. He moved her stance with his hands before he began his oral a.s.sault.

Tabitha's hand dropped to the back of his head and she guided him forward for a complete taste of heat. Richart stood behind her with his fisted c.o.c.k and deliberately ran it across her bottom.

Darian watched and she became only more excited by his powerful gaze. He was literally f.u.c.king her with his eyes and mind, and as Almonzo had once told her, in every way that mattered. Darian lived in her skin and brain and G.o.d help her, right then, she wanted him there to witness it all.

Her mouth opened. She meant to speak but Darian's forefinger went to his lips as he continued to observe. She swallowed hard as she felt a flood of emotion surge through her body.

Almonzo's tongue was brash. He pushed his way beyond the folds and used the tip of it to find her little b.u.t.ton. His teeth involved, he played with her c.l.i.t and made sure she knew what it meant. He mumbled against her and Richart moved up and back with her now. His hands dropped to her waist as he emulated the act of f.u.c.king her a.s.s again but his c.o.c.k never found a willing source for guidance. He didn't cross the private barrier yet.

Almonzo refused to share her until he had his fill and it was obvious when his hands cupped her bottom and brought her closer to his lips. He wanted to taste her pleasure first, and she gave it to him in a continual dose.

Her legs parted more and his finger dipped for a.s.surance. "That's right darling. Let me have you." His mouth covered her slit again and she rolled her head, straining her neck, expecting to see the ceiling above her but finding a new harvest of things to come. Richart's warm lips slanted over hers and he devoured her with a mixture of stored emotions. She felt the l.u.s.t and admiration and G.o.d help her, the adrenaline rush.

Richart's three fingers and thumb cupped her face to the right as he kissed his enthusiasm into her mouth while forcing her left hand to hold his excitement by the shaft. Together they gripped it up and down, tighter and slower. The whole time, they put on their show, Darian watched and Almonzo licked her into the private realm of ecstasy.

Almonzo reaped the benefits now. Her thighs pushed forward as her waist began to circle in a fas.h.i.+on both men seemed to control. Richart growled as he released her but she didn't return the favor. Her hand steadily continued to thread him through trained fingers as her heart pumped only faster.

"That's it, Tabitha. Come for me." Darian was the one who made the request and it was then she noticed he had his c.o.c.k gripped tight and in an engaging thrust, he was going for the spill of all men. Her mouth opened then and her weight s.h.i.+fted. She wanted him closer.

"Please...wait for me." She was hungry to taste him. She craved his sweet tang even though the relish of him was a forbidden spice. She wanted every drip on her lips.

Her hand dropped Richart and both palms slapped against Almonzo's shoulders. Her eyes locked in a war of wasted time with Darian in her focus. Richart continued to fondle her b.r.e.a.s.t.s while bracing her back against his solid chest and Almonzo continued to dine.

Richart's lips were at her ear. "Give him that sweet p.u.s.s.y, baby. Come for him, Tabitha. Let him taste you."

"Almonzo!" Her legs were going to buckle. "I can't!"

"You can...I've got you baby, I've got you." Richart whispered his a.s.surances.

Almonzo's tongue snaked in and out of her center and he lapped at her juices. He gripped her hips tighter and held her only closer. His fingers plunged into her core as his teeth teased the nub in a defiant call for action.

Her body swayed but his lips followed wherever she leaned and Richart held her, offered her, in fact, to him. Ready or not, she was coming and she was working her movements to ensure she captured everything he was able to give.

It was another delicious reminder of the advantage in numbers as his encouragement only made her feel bolder, s.e.xier. Her hands settled tighter against Almonzo then and she slammed against him as she stood on her tiptoes trying to reach with only one specific purpose in mind. "Oh... Almonzo. Don't stop. Don't ever...stop. Please...please f.u.c.k me."

Richart's mouth hovered over hers as her breathlessness continued to hammer the wind out of her chest. "He's f.u.c.king you baby. Feel that tongue sliding in and out and in again." He grinned widely and then dove into her mouth with a devastating kiss. If mouths hummed with the pulse of a climax, Richart accomplished it when he made his way into the song and dance shared between intimate lovers.

Another o.r.g.a.s.m took her, it shook her forward and back and Richart helped with the rocking sensation. He held onto her body as it shattered around Almonzo's mouth and Darian came with her, even if it was in his own palm. As she broke free of Richart's kiss, her gaze covered Darian with a blanket of approval while Almonzo took his last sip of her pleasure.

Richart licked the side of her neck then and his gums were swollen with evidence of his direction. The white points of his fangs pressed through and warned of pending desires and one hand stroked her hip.

"No, not yet." Almonzo rose and advised against it. The pa.s.sion running on overload, he swept her in his arms and cradled her closer to him. He sneered as he placed her on the bed. Directly behind Darian, she realized he was giving her to them now, turning her over to them with his blessing or permission. She wasn't sure which or how to interpret the act alone.

Richart was harder than what she initially imagined he might have been as he stood behind her and she couldn't take her eyes off of his engorged c.o.c.k. He seemed to possess so many perfect qualities-some women would deem the man a G.o.d and with his size, many would run from feeling that between their legs.

He towered over her then as Almonzo stretched out beside her and Richart dropped to his knees pulling her legs over his shoulders. His nostrils flared as he seemed to know the scent of her was the spent pleasure representing all parties concerned. Tabitha brought Almonzo in for a long, indulgent kiss and as she caressed his cheek, Richart took his turn.

His tongue dipped and retreated before finding enough contentment to resist leaving her again. Darian's mouth began to water. She saw it when she looked at him. Almonzo's kisses covered her and he made sure he possessed her lips with his for the first more personal invasion Richart provided.

Almonzo's mouth and tongue proved hungrier than she ever remembered and her palms ached to touch him. One did and one found another. She slowly coiled her fingertips around the strength of both men-a Sabbat on one side and a Spenser on the other.

Her hips rose with the sudden thought and the slow grind of body to tongue connection began to undo the unplanned but perfect rhythm as a newly formed urgency crashed around her.

Her body pulsed around Richart's mouth and the wave of emotion washed from the inside out as her body began to adjust to the new waves found in seductive desire. Her womb clenched and his tongue swiped deeper. It was all she could do to keep up with the rekindling of fires.

Richart's teeth nibbled at her c.l.i.t and he tried to draw out the personal pulse of her inner vixen and she never refused the temptation. Turning away from Almonzo's kiss, her mouth resisted a silent call. Oh no, she screamed out her release and as she did, Almonzo stroked her brow and looked on. "Richart! Please! Faster! Oh...please!"

Almonzo held her arms tightly above her head and he enjoyed the way he secured her for them because he focused on her b.r.e.a.s.t.s with a deplorable smile. At first he webbed his fingers through hers but soon he held her with only one clasp.

"No! Let me move. Oh please, let me touch you!" She tried to raise her hips forward but Richart held her more securely against the weight of his arm. He moaned against her skin and clamped down gently on her c.l.i.t rolling it with his tongue again and again until she spread wider and opened more willingly to accept his most gracious grat.i.tude.

"Please Almonzo...oh...you don't know the...pleasure!" She gazed into her loving mate's eyes but his jaw only twitched with acknowledgement. He wanted her to writhe from it all and crave, oh yes, how he wanted her hungry. It showed all over his face and in every action he took to ensure she received pleasure.