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  Erik’s back arched, and for a moment Brandt felt him clench. Brandt stopped, gently stroking Erik’s back. Glynna made a slow, undulating motion against Erik. The young man’s head moved back and he took in a breath. Brandt could tell he had entered her. Reflexively, he thrust further into Erik. Erik jerked, and he and Glynna gasped in tandem as the movement drove him deeper into her.

  “Just… a minute,” Erik managed. Brandt grasped his shoulder, thumb caressing the long curve of his shoulder blade.

  “Sorry.” Brandt’s voice was quiet. Erik was hot and tight, his muscles clenching Brandt’s cock firmly. Too firmly. Brandt caressed his shoulder, his side, let his hand slip down to cup his ass. Finally, Erik relaxed.

  “Okay,” the younger man murmured. His hips tilted forward as he thrust into Glynna. Brandt moved with him, easing deeper inside, as well.

  Within moments, they had moved into matching rhythms, Brandt sinking into Erik at the same time Erik thrust into Glynna. Glynna moaned and writhed beneath them, her legs spread wide, thighs against Erik’s sides, calves pressing against Brandt’s hips.

  “Oh, God…” Her voice came out a choked whisper. Brandt could only imagine what it must be like with both men thrusting into her. Actually, he could imagine, because he’d had two men behind him in a similar manner, taking each other in tandem, the power of both of them pistoning in and out of him, so deep he’d thought he would split open…

  His movements quickened and the rhythm broke for a split second before Erik caught up. Brandt fucked Erik hard, pounding into him, while Glynna writhed and screamed beneath them, her legs pulling up and even farther open, the look on her face one of pure ecstasy.

  “Don’t stop!” she ordered. Her nails dug into Erik’s back, and Brandt could smell the blood. Then she grabbed Brandt’s arm, tearing into his flesh, as well. The sharp pain ratcheted his arousal up another notch, his body turning to a hard, relentless arc of flame. Erik picked up the pace then, leaving Brandt to catch up this time.

  Suddenly Glynna shuddered and moaned, then keened, her voice rising to a high, almost inhuman range as her body arched under Erik, shoving him back against Brandt. The movement drove Brandt’s cock impossibly deep into the young man’s body. Erik made an incoherent sound, as well, and Brandt felt his body pulse along the length of his own cock. At the tight, rhythmic convulsion, Brandt, too, climaxed. They clung to each other for a long moment, all caught in the throes of the triple orgasm. Brandt thought he might spontaneously combust with the intensity of it.

  Finally, they all breathed again, Erik heavily, out of necessity, the two vampires more shallowly and out of habit.

  “That was wonderful,” Glynna said, drawing the last word out happily. She threw her arms back and stretched against the couch. “Best Christmas ever.”

  “Fuckin’ insane,” Erik chimed in. He sagged against Glynna, his head falling against her breasts. Almost lazily, he pulled the neckline of her dress to the side and found a bare breast with his mouth, suckling.

  Brandt scraped his teeth against Erik’s shoulder, feeling the other man tauten under him. “You know what you want,” Brandt said, his voice almost gentle.

  “Yes,” Erik breathed.

  “What do you want?”

  “Bite me.” His voice was thready, but without hesitation. “Bite me.”

  Brandt bit his neck with human teeth, hard enough to hurt but not to draw blood. “Beg.” He moved back, sliding out of Erik, his cock going limp. Glynna, too, shifted back, and Erik slumped to the floor, his head bent into Glynna’s lap.

  “Please,” Erik said. “Please.”

  Brandt looked at Glynna over Erik’s shoulder and smiled. Reaching down, he untied the silk bonds from around the young man’s hands. Erik immediately reached for Glynna, his hands clasping her bare thighs. He moved forward between them, fastening his mouth to her.

  Glynna jumped, her gasp of surprise changing quickly to a moan of pleasure. “Oh… That was unexpected.” She slid her hands into his hair and met Brandt’s gaze over Erik’s bent body. “Bite him.”

  Brandt slid his hands down Erik’s back, over the curve of his ass. He bent his head, sharp vampiric teeth sliding from his gums. He sank them into the curve of the young man’s hip.

  “Fuck…” Erik’s voice was muffled, his mouth pressed as it was against Glynna’s sex.

  “Don’t stop,” Glynna said, an edge of threat to her words. Erik didn’t stop. Neither did Brandt; he drew blood by the mouthful from Erik’s hip, swallowing the thick, sweet liquid with pleasure as intense as the orgasm he’d just experienced. Erik was sucking, too -- Brandt could hear it, could feel Glynna shudder her way to another orgasm.

  Erik lifted his head, and this time Glynna let him. As Erik rose again to his knees, Brandt drew back. The flow of blood from the bite immediately grew sluggish. Brandt met Glynna’s gaze over Erik’s shoulder. Simultaneously, they plunged fangs into opposite sides of the young man’s neck.

  Erik convulsed between them. Wrapping an arm around him, Brandt held him still. With his other hand, he caressed Erik’s cock, which had gone limp again but stirred at Brandt’s touch. As he reached, his fingers met Glynna’s. He stroked Erik’s shaft while Glynna’s hand shifted down to cup the young man’s balls. Brandt could tell Erik was climaxing again, regardless of the condition of his dick. It was purely a bite-induced orgasm, as he and Glynna drew blood, swallowing, stroking him. They couldn’t drink long -- Brandt had already drunk from him, and with both of them going at him, it would be far too easy to take too much.

  When Erik’s orgasm had wrenched through him, short and undoubtedly sweet, Brandt stop drinking. Glynna did, as well, almost simultaneously. Carefully, they eased Erik to the floor. He lay there, limp, a satiated smile curving his mouth.

  “Thank you,” he murmured.

  Brandt nodded and patted Erik’s cheek gently. “You just rest there. You’ll be fine.”

  * * *

  The house reeked with the smell of Christmas cookies when Erik finally pushed himself to a sitting position on the floor. Brandt sat by watching him, just in case he fell unconscious or needed any kind of assistance. He looked a little pale, his eyelids drooping as if he were stoned, but overall he was all right.

  “You should have something to eat,” Brandt suggested. He got to his feet and held a hand down to help Erik up. The younger man took the proffered hand and staggered up, hanging on Brandt’s arm. He was more than a little wobbly. “You okay?”

  Erik nodded. “I will be. Just woozy.”

  “Understandable.” He helped Erik regain his balance, then steered him toward the kitchen. “Let’s get that blood sugar back up.”

  Glynna met them with a smile and a plate full of gingerbread men. “Here you go. This should help.”

  Erik grimaced. “I --”

  Brandt poked him in the back, and Erik obediently took a cookie. “Thank you.”

  For good measure, Brandt took a cookie, as well. It didn’t taste like much of anything to him. Based on Erik’s expression after his first bite, this was a good thing.

  “It’s delicious,” he said dutifully, fighting the grimace.

  Glynna pouted. “You don’t like it.”

  Erik laid the cookie down. “No. Not really.” Carefully, he moved toward the counter. “Let me look at your recipe. Maybe I can help.”

  Content, Brandt munched his cookie, watching Erik help Glynna improve her recipe. Go figure -- he was actually starting to like Christmas.

  Elizabeth Jewell

  Elizabeth Jewell is the author of a growing collection of paranormal and contemporary erotic novels and novellas. She’s been writing since before she could read, and has given in to the fact that she’s completely addicted to the process of composing fiction -- especially hot, steamy, paranormal fiction. Elizabeth lives in Colorado with her kids and an annoying ferret named Spike. You can visit her website at http://elizabethjewell.kabeka.com and read her blog at http://elizabethjewell.blogspot.com
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