Chapter Eleven
“I can’t believe we have a home picked out already.” Abby flung herself onto the bed.
“I can’t believe our new home is haunted.” Rhys chuckled.
“Now, about that baby making,” Moe said, his voice dropping an octave.
“Do you want kids, really?” Abby asked, slipping out of her jeans. She threw them aside and her shirt soon followed. She lay back on the bed in her bra and panties feeling like the sexiest woman in the world. Their love was intoxicating.
“I’m sorry, what did you ask?” Rhys asked, staring at her.
Abby never felt more beautiful in her life.
The way her mates looked at her made her feel desired, something she had never experienced before.
She had resigned herself to being the “chubby” one.
But, after completely bonding with her mates she could feel what they did.
She had mesmerized both of her men to the point of idiocy. Score!
“I asked if either of you really want kids.”
Moe looked at Rhys and they both looked at her.
Moe nodded. “I do. I volunteer down at the school, those kids are amazing.” Moe stripped down to his boxer briefs and lay down beside her.
Rhys, already down to his silk boxers, climbed in on her other side. “I do too. I’ve always loved kids and would treasure any child we have together, but only when you’re ready.” Rhys propped his head up on his hand.
Abby looked over at Moe to gauge his reaction.
“There’s no rush, AbbyGirl. I don’t mind waiting, sounds like we have a lot to do in that ghost house you picked out for us.” His smile was wicked and playful.
“I’ve always wanted to live in an old Victorian. We can modernize, but I want to keep the small details that make it unique.”
“It was an interesting time. I miss the gas lights, they were more romantic than fluorescents,” Rhys said.
Abby gawked at him. She had forgotten he had been alive during the Victorian age. “I keep forgetting your age. You’re so laid back, nothing like Gabriel.”
Rhys laughed at Abby’s observation. “He was around long before he found me. When you’re that old, you wear your years like a mantel.
I’m not even the second or third oldest. Plus, our coven has always been adaptable.
Most vampires tend to get stuck in the time when they are born or turned.
We moved around with our Prince so much we had to adapt to fit in. It kept us young.”
“I don’t want kids right away. I still have some research I’m working on and you’re right, Moe, the house needs to be in order before any little ones start arriving. But, I wouldn’t mind a child in the next couple years.” Abby smiled at her mates.
“I can wait. Especially for a little girl with your warm brown eyes, Abby.” Moe trailed his fingers down Abby’s tummy. His large hand covered her stomach protectively.
“I think we should have a little girl with Moe’s gray eyes,” Rhys whispered, leaning in to nibble on her neck. When his teeth grazed the bite mark left behind from his claiming she couldn’t hold back a moan.
Moe’s fingers picked up their descent and with the barest of touches dipped between her legs. His strong fingers found the tiny nub and he began a slow back and forth rhythm over it, sending her desire spiraling out of control.
Abby was so focused on Moe’s hand that she didn’t feel it when Rhys removed her bra. Suddenly his lips were wrapped around her peaked nipple and biting hard. She felt his fangs pierce her flesh and she called out his name.
“Rhys!”
Moe took that has his cue and pulled her panties down her legs. Both men had stripped themselves of their boxers. When Abby looked down her body she saw their straining cocks jutting out from their bodies. They were both too far away to reach. Rhys lifted from her breast.
“I know what you want, AbbyGirl. You want to be filled, don’t you?” Rhys licked the line of blood that ran down the curve of her breast.
She whimpered and nodded.
“You want our mate’s thick cock up your tight ass while I pound that sweet pussy of yours don’t you?”
Breathing hard, Abby couldn’t respond. It was her ultimate fantasy. Unable to speak, she nodded again.
“Up on your knees.” His normally kind voice now sounded strong and commanding.
Abby turned over and got on her knees. Rhys moved in front of her and reclined back on the pillows. Gone was the lighthearted, casual lover. His green eyes were calculating and power crackled around him. In front of her was a man who had lived centuries and knew what dominance was.
“Bend over, spread your legs and suck my cock while Moe gets that ass of yours ready.” She hesitated for a second.
Behind her Moe ran a finger down her spine.
“He’s sexy as hell isn’t he?” he whispered.
Abby nodded. “Yes, you both are more than I have ever dreamed of.” Abby bent at the waist, spreading her knees apart.
She leaned down and wrapped a hand around Rhys’s shaft.
She lowered her head and took him into her mouth.
She loved the texture of his skin on her tongue, the slight taste of salt and man.
She heard a faint click and then felt cold liquid against her hole.
She paused for a second but continued as Moe eased a single finger inside of her.
She used her lips to create a tight suction and pulled Rhys deep down her throat.
“That’s it my love, take all of me,” Rhys whispered, his fingers threading in her hair, rubbing over her scalp.
Behind her a second finger joined the first. She paused again and breathed slowly out her nose.
“That’s it, Abby, relax, you’re doing great.” Rhys’s voice was encouraging.
Moe used his other hand to reach around and play with her clit. She moaned which had Rhys throwing his head back as vibrations danced along his dick.
By the time Moe was up to three fingers she was pushing back against him eager for something more. More friction against her clit, something inside her, her body needed more.
“She’s ready, Moe,” Rhys said, and raised Abby off his prick. Gently he pulled her forward until she was straddling his waist. She lowered herself on his cock and together they moaned.
“Damn she’s tight. Moe, you’re going to have to hurry,” Rhys said through clenched teeth.
Abby felt movement behind her as Moe got closer. His large, warm hand was suddenly between her shoulder blade, bending her over Rhys’s body.
“Now, we’re both going to fuck you so good, Abby, you’ll be feeling us inside of you for days.” Rhys twisted one nipple as Moe pushed his way inside her dark entrance. The head of his cock was much wider than his fingers and rubbed every sensitive spot as he pushed his way in.
“I can feel your cock, Moe. God, I can feel you both. It’s like heaven.” Rhys’s body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
The bonds between the three of them were wide open. Their lust compounded as each one felt what the other was experiencing.
“Harder, she wants it harder,” Rhys said, voicing the request that she couldn’t.
Moe thrust harder and harder, riding both her body and through her Rhys’s.
“That’s it big guy, fuck us both. We’re yours, your mates,” Rhys whispered. It was as if he knew what those words would do.
Moe lost control and pounded as hard as he could deep in her ass. The loss of control drove Rhys’s lust higher and he swelled harder inside her. Both men were moving in tandem filling her over and over again.
“Mine!” Moe roared and bent over to bite the side of her neck. The scent of blood triggered Rhys’s orgasm and he latched onto the other side of her neck.
Abby screamed out her pleasure as wave after wave shook her.
The longer they drew blood the longer the orgasm seemed to last. After was seemed like forever Moe pulled back.
Between her legs she felt streams of hot cum drip down her thighs from both men.
Rhys pulled his fangs from her neck and licked the bite before collapsing back onto the bed.
Slowly Moe pulled out of her. She shuddered as small mini orgasms rocked her. Rhys moaned as each orgasm had her clenching around his cock.
Moe gently lifted her off of Rhys and lay her down beside him. He went to the bathroom and came back with washcloths. He handed one to Rhys, but kept the other one as he gently wiped her down. When they were finished cleaning up he took both cloths back to the bathroom and joined them on the bed.
“Well, we may be getting those kids earlier than we planned. We keep forgetting to use birth control.” Abby yawned.
“Fine by me,” Moe said, and snuggled his nose against the back of her neck.
“Me too.” Rhys yawned and wrapped his arms around her and Moe.
Abby closed her eyes. Through their bond she had not only felt their lust, but their love. Both men loved her and she them. Smiling, she let the afterglow of their pleasure sweep her under, secure that both of her mates were really hers.