Serge chuckled and wiped his lips. "Good to see you"ve recovered. Here, let me help you." He leaned over taking one leg of the pants, Valmont the other. Together they slipped the trousers off Philippe, exposing the sloping muscles of his tanned legs. Downy golden hairs gleamed on his thighs and lower legs and his softening c.o.c.k rested on one upper thigh.
Valmont stared down at Philippe, admiring his golden beauty. It would have been impossible for Serge not to have fallen in love with him.
Philippe went up onto his knees and stripped off his shirt. He tossed it aside and turned to Serge. His hands flew to Serge"s shirt and he worked open the b.u.t.tons. "You are both so beautiful and hot," he breathed. "Please have me now." He leaned forward and kissed Serge, his lips warm, tongue slippery and moist as it stole past the seam of Serge"s lips.
Philippe never broke their kiss as he slipped Serge"s shirt off his shoulders and palmed his hard chest. Mmm, he loved that chest, the warm skin and hard muscle. He trailed his fingertips through the silky black hair and over the small disks of Serge"s nipples. Behind him, Valmont pressed in, circled his hands sensually over his back. Valmont"s c.o.c.k nudged the crevice of his a.s.s.
Philippe groaned and pushed his a.s.s outward. He wanted that c.o.c.k buried deep inside him. His hands roamed down Serge"s chest, slid over his hips and explored the contours of sinewy muscle in Serge"s back before cupping his a.s.s and pulling him close so their c.o.c.ks rubbed together.
Fingertips probed Philippe"s hole. Valmont pushed one finger in, wiggled it around and then added another. Philippe groaned and panted at the delicious sensation of being stretched open. The slide of fingers against the soft insides of his tight pa.s.sage sent streaks of pleasure into his c.o.c.k and he groaned into Serge"s mouth.
The fingers slipped out, replaced by the push of something larger, slippery.
Ahh, just what he wanted. Valmont"s large hands rested on Philippe"s hips as he rocked forward, pushing his c.o.c.k deeper inside Philippe.
Philippe fell onto his hands on the bed and captured Serge"s hard c.o.c.k in his mouth. Eyes closed, he swallowed Serge up to the base, tasting the delicious vampire.
Philippe was in heaven...if there was such a thing. He pushed back against Valmont"s invading c.o.c.k. All his nerve endings tingled, sent shudders of enjoyment through his body. There was nothing he loved more than pleasuring a gorgeous vampire...or in this case...two gorgeous vampires.
Serge thrust his hips against the rhythm of Philippe"s mouth. He wound his fingers in Philippe"s hair, his fingers loosening and tightening. He moaned Philippe"s name each time his c.o.c.k slid against Philippe"s tongue.
A tiny spasm erupted, shooting the warm liquid into Philippe"s mouth. Philippe swallowed every drop, never letting Serge"s c.o.c.k slip from his mouth, even when Serge"s climax had finished. The pleasure of the silky skin against his tongue and the roof of his mouth only enhanced the delicious tingle of Valmont"s c.o.c.k buried inside him.
Finally, Serge"s c.o.c.k slipped from Philippe"s mouth. Serge lowered himself down and kissed Philippe, probing the soft recesses of Philippe"s mouth with his tongue while Valmont still f.u.c.ked Philippe from behind.
Philippe pushed against Valmont, causing their bodies to slam hard together. Valmont groaned each time and Philippe felt the hot eruption in his pa.s.sage, the throb of Valmont"s c.o.c.k as he came inside Philippe.
Philippe squeezed the muscles around Valmont"s c.o.c.k, heightening the pleasure of the vampire"s climax. Valmont collapsed over Philippe, his damp chest pressed to Philippe"s back. Valmont"s breath pumped close to Philippe"s ear, hot and steady. The scent of s.e.x-soaked vampires filled the s.p.a.ce around them and Philippe closed his eyes, breathing in his favorite scent in all the world. No two vampires smelled alike and Philippe memorized the mingling scents of herbs, cologne and s.e.xual musk that marked Serge and Valmont.
Valmont pulled out and lay down on his side. His bronze skin gleamed with sweat, making his silky ebony chest hair gleam. He grinned, looking like a satisfied cat. "Come here, both of you."
Serge put his arms around Philippe and guided him to a lying position between himself and Valmont. Serge"s body, too, was damp and deliciously hot, his pale skin flushed from s.e.x, his dark hair mussed. His blue eyes gleamed and he appeared happy, giving Philippe a glimpse into the man Valmont had fallen in love with.
Serge nuzzled his forehead. One hand lazily stroked his hair. Behind him, Valmont"s hand rested on his shoulder. He brushed his thumb back and forth affectionately on Philippe"s skin.
Serge smiled at him. "I admit that when you first told me about Darelle"s idea, I thought it was impossible and ridiculous."
Philippe looked at him and smiled. "And now?"
Serge chuckled. His gaze flickered to Valmont and back to him. "Now I think she may be as much prophetess as priestess."
"Only she didn"t predict this." Valmont"s voice cut in.
No, she hadn"t. But in any case, Philippe was grateful for Darelle"s belief that she had the power to help shape destiny.
He smiled and closed his eyes, reveling in the warm male bodies pressing close against him.
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Award-winning multi-published author of erotic romance, Sedonia Guillone spends her days writing deliciously naughty romances-when she"s not cuddling with the man she loves or watching kung fu and samurai films and eating chocolate.
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