I grinned. “I appreciate you two coddling me.” I stood and looked for the bags. “I’ll just change.”
Elias stood and turned toward the door. “Oh, I left them in the kitchen. We’ll go get them.” Anthony followed.
I walked to the huge window and stared at the water. How would I get past Elias’s betrayal? I loved him. I wanted to be married to him. He was my best friend, had been for a long time. I mused over my predicament until they returned with our luggage.
I pointed to the bag I wanted, the one with my underthings and toiletries. Elias put it on the bed and opened it for me. The last thing I’d packed lay on top, spread out as I’d intentionally placed it there for him to find. It was an emerald green teddy, complete with a garter belt and thigh-highs. It had a pleat in the middle to accommodate, and slightly hide, my enormous stomach.
I snorted, trying to hold in an embarrassed laugh as I watched Elias staring at the silky negligee.
He turned his head slowly in my direction, his pupils dilated again. Shivers wracked my body as I recognized the predatory gleam in his eyes. “Riley Effler, take your clothes off.” His voice was deep, almost growling. I’d never seen him so aggressive.
If I didn’t trust him to never, ever hurt me, I’d be sprouting scales and flames. As it was, I had to breathe deep to stop my dominant dragon from coming out to play. She didn’t like being stalked, but Riley the wife and all-around lover of sexual fun absolutely did. I squealed and ran as fast as my wobbly hips would let me run. That is to say, slow.
Looking over my shoulder, I found Anthony joining in on the fun, shoulder to shoulder with Elias as I boxed myself—accidentally-on-purpose—into a corner on the other side of the bed.
“Someone help!” I cried, laughter in my voice. “I’m being attacked by vampires!” My tears were forgotten as I scrambled up onto the bed on all fours to escape my predators.
A strong hand clamped onto my ankle, and I squealed as I was gently rolled onto my back. Elias might have been serious in his stalking of me after seeing the nightwear I’d brought with me, but he was also serious about making sure I was comfortable and safe.
Elias tugged me down so my lower legs hung off the bed, bent at the knee. Anthony moved around to put my head in his lap. He grabbed my arms and slid his hands down to my wrists, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. Once at my wrists, he grabbed them and pulled my hands up to his chest, and held them in an iron velvety grip.
Elias grabbed the front of my dress—yes, please rip it off of me—and jerked the material apart, ripping it down past my waist.YES.
My breasts, swollen by the pregnancy, spilled out of the top of my bra. I hadn’t gotten around to buying any new bras, or even any maternity clothes, but at least my bra and panties, both deep purple, matched.
Granted, my lace boy shorts hung a lot lower on my hips than the way they were supposed to sit, but I didn’t think Elias and Anthony noticed. All they saw was my darkened areolas peeking out of the top of the sexy demi bra I’d chosen back at the manor, hoping it would be seen by the two of them.
I’d been feeling sexier since my stomach had grown, as odd as it was to feel that way. The pregnancy smoothed out my belly pooch and I had a reason to have a round tummy. My skin glowed and I hadn’t had a single pimple since the previous autumn.
I followed Elias’s gaze and watched my chest heave, the fabric of my bra strained by their size and movement. He reached his hands up and scooped a finger inside each cup, pushing the material down so I sprang free. I threw my head back in anticipation, dying to have his mouth on me.
Instead of putting his mouth on me, I felt his rough chin glide over the sensitive skin. He had a bit of stubble—he’d not taken the time to shave in all the day’s busyness. While Elias teased me, Anthony shifted my hands to one of his and squeezed my left breast with his other.
I arched my back, pushing my stomach into Elias’s. I’d been ignoring my own desires for so long they were piling up on me and making me as sensitive as a stick of dynamite. Every nerve ending crackled, begging me to make them touch me.
“Please,” I cried.
Elias pulled his face away, running his nose along my skin before bringing his face level with mine. “Please what, Riley?”
“I need you.” With his face so close to my own, he pressed himself against me, and I pulled my legs further apart, needy, and desperate to feel him. “Hurry, Elias, I need you.”
Anthony captured my mouth from above, bent over into an awkward angle. I broke away, unable to breathe, and he moved my head out of his lap and lay on his stomach with his head level to my chest. Elias pulled away from me and I opened one eye to see him undressing.
“Elias!” I screamed when Anthony let his teeth enter the skin on my chest. I felt his lips vibrate when he chuckled at the response he gave me. Thanks to his venom, I was in the middle of an intense orgasm.
My moans and whimpers turned into throaty yells as Elias took me while Anthony had his teeth in me. He didn’t really drink from me, just gave me intense pleasure while having a taste.
Elias was too tall to bend and capture my chest, but he was able to arch his back and take my neck.
I lost all comprehension at that point. Elias did drink, hungry as he was. I knew he wouldn’t take too much, and he’d never put the baby in any danger. The combined pleasure from both bites and the feel of Elias was too much. I exploded, my orgasm ending, leaving me weak and satisfied.
“More,” I gasped, looking at Anthony.
“I gotta move,” I said. Once I came down a little, I realized my position at the end of the bed caused my back and hips to ache.
Anthony lifted me in his arms and pulled me back toward the center of the bed. Elias climbed up beside me.
“Did you drink enough?” I asked. I would’ve been more than happy for more bites. I understood how humans could become addicted to the bite.
