Cora's Secret: A Vampire Ménage Urban Fantasy Romance by Tracy Cooper-Posey

nipples through the thin cotton of her tee shirt. She wore no bra, for she had stripped it off when she had begun cleaning the bathroom, a few hours and a whole lifetime away from this moment.
    Her nipples hardened into tight nubs and her clit began to throb in time with her heart. Having two sets of hands on her was more than twice as good. When she realized that Rhys was fumbling with the button on her jeans, her heart leapt even higher. Her breath rushed out of her in a whoosh and she tore her lips from his, needing to breathe.
    “That’s better.” Rhys’ voice was hoarse. “Now I can see what I’m doing.”
    He pulled her jeans open, baring her stomach.
    “Even better,” Aithan said. His hands slipped down her torso and pushed into her jeans. He stroked the flesh next to her hipbone and her hips thrust in reaction. Cora closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the pleasure building in her. The tingling in her extremities was feeding into the building excitement at the very bottom of her belly.
    Her clothes felt restrictive. “Take them off. Take them all off.”
    Rhys pushed her tee shirt up the length of her torso and gathered the hem in his hands. He pulled the shirt off and Cora felt the soft touch of cool air on her breasts. She was warming up. The flow of blood and her unrestricted heartbeat were heating her from the inside out.
    Her nipples crinkled even harder as Rhys cupped her breasts, not quite touching the heated tips.
    Aithan pushed her jeans down her hips. Cora stepped out of her boots and sock, then the jeans. She tossed them aside. All she was wearing now were her panties and Aithan slid a finger under each side, lifting the elastic. But instead of pulling them down her hips as she had expected him to do, he pushed his hand under the top of them, his fingers sliding over the very sensitive flesh. He didn’t curl them over her mound, but spread them out as though he was tasting her. His thumb stroked the skin next to her navel and her hips jerked in reaction. She drew in a sharp breath that hissed through her teeth.
    Rhys kissed her, just a small touch of his lips. Then he raised his head and leaned over her shoulder to kiss Aithan, keeping Cora between them. His body pressed against hers and she could feel his cock, hard and upright against her hip, distinct beneath the fabric of his trousers. The hard ridge brushing her hip made pleasure flare in her clit, a radiant heat.
    She leaned sideways, so that she could look up and watch them kissing. The first time she had watched them kiss, in Aithan’s hotel room, she had refused to let herself enjoy it even though her body had reacted. This time, she absorbed every detail. The way their lips met, the soft but very masculine sounds they were making. Aithan’s body against her back, shifting in reaction. The throbbing of Rhys’ cock against her.
    Cora let out a shaky breath as Rhys released Aithan and straightened up.
    “Oh, God…” Rhys swallowed. He seemed dazed. “That was so good.”
    She couldn’t stand it any longer. She reached for the button on his pants and yanked. The button popped and skittered across the carpet. “Help me,” she told Aithan.
    He let her go and moved around her so he could reach Rhys. He tugged Rhys’ jacket down his sleeves, revealing the shirt beneath and the webbing of his gun holster.
    Rhys grimaced and worked his arms out of it. “Cora, is there somewhere secure I can put this?”
    “Will a locked cupboard do?”
    “For now.”
    She opened the middle door of the sideboard with the key that was in it and held it open. Rhys slid the gun and holster inside on top of the hand-worked placemats and she locked the door and gave him the key.
    He put the key on top of the sideboard. “It’s safe enough there, if no one knows there’s a gun inside.” He turned around. “Now…where were we?”
    “Here.” She pulled at the open sides of his pants, working them down his hips. She was hungry to see him naked. To run