Hope Bradley looked both innocent and alluring as she breathed deeply in the center of Oz's bed. Her long black hair curled around her face and shoulders, a hint of the silken strands reaching out to touch one rosy areola that peaked under his regard. Her skin was so pale, so soft and smooth. Black hair covered her head but not her body, making the full lips between her thighs ripe for the plucking.
Surprisingly full breasts graced an otherwise slim frame. Her arms and legs were toned, her belly flat and ridged with muscle, a sight that intrigued Deacon more than any woman ever had. Hope's long lashes kept the midnight blue of her eyes hidden. And her lush, cherry-red lips captured the pearly-white canines delicately covered by that sultry flesh.
"I gotta have her," Oz panted, and Deacon nodded in understanding. They'd shared women before, though not often. And as much as Deacon wanted Hope to himself, to fuck her until this burning hunger for her died out, he wanted Oz to know her as well. For his brother to feel the lusts of a vampire, to maybe understand what Deacon felt, and more, to know the rapture that Deacon would soon feel.
Deacon watched as Oz leaned in, and he stopped his friend, a sudden realization startling him that he hadn't thought of it before. "She's going to bite you."
"Whatever." And that more than anything told Deacon Oz was a goner. Never before had the man invited a vamp bite. He was emphatically against sharing his blood. Or at least, he had been before Hope. Now he was panting, his body trembling as Hope's and Deacon's desire flooded the room.
Deacon was nearly drunk on it himself. "Okay, but I'm watching. The minute it's too much, tell me." Having to wait to have Hope was taking all of his willpower. And the strange possessiveness he was beginning to feel about the Nox began to unnerve him.
Oz nodded and leaned down to kiss Hope. "Wake up, baby."
"Open your eyes and look at him, Hope," Deacon murmured, instilling a command he knew his previous bite would force her to obey.
She slowly groaned, her breath fanning Oz's face with a sweetness Deacon could smell even an arm's length away. His cock pearled with cream, and he gripped himself, fighting for control, for the urge not to push Oz out of the way and mount the woman here and now.
"Os-Oscar?"
She licked her lips, and both men groaned. Oz kissed her gently, and Deacon caught hold of his own needs, delaying his pleasure as he watched his best friend take Hope.
"Call me Oz." Oz deepened the kiss before lifting his head to stare down at her, waiting.
For a split second they all remained frozen. And then a wash of need crashed over them as Hope let loose the reins on her full desire. The effect was devastating.
"Mother of God," Oz groaned before she pulled him down to her.
Deacon watched as Oz shoved her thighs apart and plunged deep, no finessing or coaxing required. Oz was a big man, but Hope, fragile-looking Hope, took him like a champ. Oz broke the kiss and leaned up, but not far enough away to stop Hope from closing her lips around his nipple.
Fully expecting her to bite, Deacon was surprised when Oz continued to pump, not coming immediately. Hope must not have bitten him, and the sight of her sucking on Oz, her ripe lips surrounding his friend's darker flesh, was so erotic it shot Deacon's control all to hell.
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