STORY EXCERPT

We need him, Chrysie.

Chrystal heard her father’s words reverberate through her memory as clearly as if he were standing right next to her in the crowded club and saying them again. She lifted her drink to her lips, sipped as she scanned the club, and spotted Andrew weaving his way back to her. She choked on the sip as her gaze slid to Andrew’s left, landing on Michael Delacroix walking at Andrew’s side.

Chrystal’s breath caught in her throat. Everything around her, the noise, the people, the entire club faded as she watched the men walk toward her. She heard birds chirping in the distance, saw an open field speckled with blooming flowers and roaming horses, and Andrew and Michael walking over the grass in long, easy strides.

Their clothes were different, dirtied and a much older fashion than what men wore today, but it was their eyes that stood out most. Andrew’s were the same dazzling hazel she had been looking into since she stepped off the plane in the Florida Keys. Yet, something about them appeared less intense. Michael’s were a soft midnight blue, not the deep fathomless black she had gazed into when he had stood on the balcony.

Both men smiled, their faces lighting with a joy and love she felt clean to her toes, as they continued toward her. Those smiles seemed to break the trance. As suddenly as the world had faded around her, everything began to materialize again. The volume level of the club drowned out the fierce pounding of her pulse in her ears. People returned in her peripheral vision and the sunny open field gave way to the hazy darkness and neon lights of the club.

Chrystal blinked, her lips parting on a soft sound of confusion, as her mind scrambled to make sense of what she had seen. Andrew’s smile faltered as he reached her, concern etching itself between his brows.

“Something’s happened.” Andrew didn’t ask. He told her, obviously reading the bewilderment on her face. His long fingers closed around her shoulder, the contact sending bolts of sizzling desire and need shooting into her already puzzled system and escalating her sudden discomfort. “Chrystal, are you all right?”

“No.” She heard herself whisper and watched the concern between his brows spread to encompass his entire handsome face. “Yes.” She quickly changed her answer, but the lie left a bitter taste in her mouth. She made a sound that was part laughter and bordered on panic. “I don’t know. I—” She cut herself off, realizing she couldn’t explain what had just happened even if she wanted to. She shook her head, tore her gaze from Andrew’s, let her attention skip over Michael, and landed it on the dance floor. “I want to dance.” She made the decision on a whim, needing the time to push whatever the hell she had just seen out of her mind. She set her drink on the table behind her and reached for Andrew’s hand, ignoring yet another bolt of mind-altering longing. “Dance with me.”

Amusement softened Andrew’s expression, covering his concern, but not erasing it completely. “I will, but I wanted to introduce you to Michael, first.”

Chrystal turned her gaze on Michael and extended her free hand. “Hi. I’m—” Definitely losing it. Her words scattered in her head as he took her hand and electricity short-circuited her brain. High-voltage desire traveled in a sparking rush up both of her arms, joining in her chest and ricocheting off every erogenous zone in her body. She felt intoxicated, on the verge of sheer delirium, as her nipples pulsed to pebble-hard points, cream seeping from between her feminine lips to coat her panties.

She couldn’t blame her sudden insanity on the Long Island Iced Tea she had ordered. Sure, the drink contained five different kinds of liquor with only a splash of sweet and sour mix and Coke to tone down the effect. Still, she’d only taken a couple of sips before Andrew and Michael came up to her.

No, despite what the few remaining sane brain cells in her head were screaming to be a flat-out impossibility, she knew what she was sensing. Power. Potent, otherworldly, animalistic power that felt somehow mixed with a lifelong dose of profound ecstasy.

Somewhere in the dissonant ruckus overtaking her mind and body, she found the fortitude to start again. “Hi. I’m Chrystal. You are Michael.” She beamed a smile at Andrew. “There. We’ve been introduced. Now, let’s dance.”

She started backing toward the dance floor, attempting to drag both men with her. Andrew laughed and took a step forward. Michael didn’t budge. He did smile at her, though, and the effect of his grin nearly made her come.

“The offer is well received, my sweet, but I do not dance.”

“Then you can stand on the dance floor and watch, but you’re coming, too.”

ADULT EXCERPT

Satisfied, Chrystal smiled warmly at him before turning her attention back to Andrew. She had no sooner locked her gaze with his than he was pushing his cock inside her flaming channel. “Oh, yeah.” The words left her on a sighed breath of ecstatic pleasure and she pushed all thoughts of the outside world aside in favor of falling victim to the wondrous splendor of him.

Andrew took her slower than before, easing each rock-hard inch into her soaking channel, and finessing his way inside. His cock was long and wide, stretching her, filling her with such glorious completion, all she could do was let her head fall back on Michael’s chest and sigh.

“Yesss.” She hissed the word like a snake, drawing out the s as Andrew drew out that first pleasure of initial penetration for what felt like amazing, body-droning hours. She wished it could last for hours, but if this time proved like the last, she didn’t expect his control to hold for long.

Andrew buried his face in the side of her neck. “Gods, you feel good.” He’d stopped, his cock sheathed inside her channel until the bases of their bodies met. His breathing was labored and his heart beat in a wild cacophony against her breasts. “Hang on, Chrystal. Hold on, baby.”

Hang on? Not a chance. Hold on? She would absolutely hold on. She reached down his back to his buttocks, gripped them, and squeezed. His ass was as firm as the rest of him. She lifted her hips the smallest fraction she was able with him pinning her to the bed and Michael’s body. That small movement was enough to drive his dick another full inch inside her throbbing core.

Andrew’s head came up even as the beast inside him let out a roar that rumbled from his throat. The sound sent shivers of alarm racing with a dark erotic need straight to her soul. “Michael.”

Chrystal couldn’t tell if he’d said the other man’s name in a warning, a question, or some kind of order. She felt Michael shake beneath her and delighted in the sound of his soft laughter.

“I have her, lover.” Michael’s amusement rang in his words and his hands glided over her body to the juncture where her thighs and hips connected to hold her down. “Our wolf sometimes enjoys a little bondage play, my sweet,” he whispered against the side of her neck.

“You’ve been inside her,” Andrew ground through his teeth. “And I already know from the conversation in the parlor you had just as much trouble holding onto your control as I’m having now.”

“I did,” Michael admitted. “As I have always had when I have joined with either of you.”

Chrystal let the men talk, using the moment to explore her options. Michael might have been holding her still, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t move. She stared at Andrew and flexed the muscles of her channel around his shaft. His eyes glazed over and his body shook with the sound he made. She bit her lip to keep from laughing. Then, she forgot all about laughing when he eased his hips back, drawing his cock out several inches before thrusting inside her pussy once more.

“Ah, Gods.” The words sounded wrenched from her as his cock slid home and stopped yet again. Her fingers dug into his ass and she lifted her hips, testing Michael’s hold. It was solid and unyielding.

“Do that again and I’ll go off like a rocket,” Andrew warned her, his tone husky and tortured. “I’m not ready to do that yet.”

“Sorry.” She knew she sounded anything but. “You’re inside me, you and Michael were talking about me, but not to me. I was feeling a bit neglected here.”

“Then I should be the one to apologize.” He pulled back again, far enough this time that only the head of his cock remained inside her before he inched back in. “Are you still feeling neglected?”

His words were as labored as her breath and she barely heard them through the riot of invigorating charges shooting through her system. Slow. Tender. Damn it! He was actually doing it. He was managing to hold onto his control, easing in and out of her pussy at a pace slow enough to have her hormones stumbling and tripping over his cock. She wanted faster, needed that out-of-control Andrew who would fuck her to oblivion.

“No, I believe…I’ve got your…attention…nowww.” The last word turned to something oddly resembling a growl as he rocked her, gyrated inside her, and rubbed the base of his body against her swollen clit. His coarse pubic hairs abraded the tender flesh of her bare pussy in a delicious chafe that had her body reaching for the climax he was masterfully keeping just out of her reach.

“Andrew.” She caressed his butt cheek with one hand, then dug her fingers in hard for a quick squeeze.

“Hmmm, zh.” He sucked air through his teeth.

“Don’t make me call on my powers,” she began, then took a moment to simply moan because, oh, Gods, even with his slow, measured pace, it felt way too good, “to get you to move faster.”

Her warning had the opposite effect of what she intended. He stopped, this time only half inside her, and looked down at her with a wide, mischievous grin that teased her as much as his cock. She felt Michael shift behind her, then saw him peering over her shoulder, one sexy brow raised.

“What exactly are your powers, my sweet?”

“And will they hurt?” Andrew chimed in, apparently finding it difficult to speak and keep with his torturous rhythm at the same time.