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

her hands over his flesh.
    Aithan came up behind him and worked the buttons of his shirt undone by reaching around him. Rhys blew out his breath. “This is…very intense.”
    “This is just the beginning,” Aithan warned him. He stripped the shirt off as Cora got rid of the remaining garments.
    Rhys was tall and lean, with the sort of rangy muscles that a physically active man acquired through his occupation. The muscles were well defined. Best of all, the ridge of pelvic muscle that arrowed down to his crotch was deep and sexy.
    His cock was already rampantly erect, red and throbbing. Cora reached out to stroke it.
    “Not yet.” Aithan’s voice was soft, but it halted her hand. “Let’s see how far we can push him before he begs us to touch him.”
    Cora couldn’t help smiling. “That’s wicked.”
    “I’m a wicked man.”
    “You’re both going to drive me out of my skull.” Rhys’ voice was tight with tension.
    “Good,” Cora said.
    Aithan circled him. “Why don’t you rub yourself against him, while I tease below?” His gaze was on Rhys’ cock, which twitched as he looked.
    “I’d rather watch,” Cora said.
    Rhys gave a small groan.
    Aithan just grinned and lowered himself to his knees in front of Rhys. He looked up at him. “You can stop this whenever you want.”
    Rhys swallowed and his jaw rippled. “If you don’t start , I’m going to get my gun out again.”
    Aithan laughed. He bent and forced Rhys to spread his feet, then slowly ran his hands up the inside of his legs, taking his time, his fingers stroking right up to the soft flesh next to his balls. Rhys endured the torture by fisting his hands at his thighs. His eyelids lowered over the blue, not quite closing.
    Cora’s heart was rampaging, banging in her chest. Her clit was throbbing in time and she shifted on her feet, wanting to touch, to play, to fill the aching emptiness inside her. At the same time, she wanted to watch and not miss a moment of what Aithan was doing or a single quiver of reaction from Rhys. She’d never realized how powerfully arousing it was to watch two men together.
    As Aithan teased, stroking Rhys’ thighs and hips and the fine flesh just above his cock, he took care not to let his hands brush the quivering shaft. But Rhys still hissed and his hip jerked in response.
    “This is almost too easy,” Aithan murmured.
    “I’m holding myself back from grabbing your head and ramming myself into you,” Rhys warned, his voice low. “There’s a tiny part of my mind that is staggering around in total amazement that I’m putting up with this, but mostly, all I can feel is overwhelming…the closest I can come to it is lust, but that doesn’t do it justice. I’ve never felt this way before.”
    “It’s the bonding,” Cora said.
    “Or are you just letting yourself feel true feelings for the first time ever?” Aithan asked, stilling the movement of his fingers.
    “Does it matter?” Rhys said.
    “Not to me,” Aithan whispered. He gripped Rhys’ cock in one hand and Rhys threw his head back and groaned again. His knuckles whitened.
    Aithan slid his mouth over the tip of Rhys’ cock, his lips travelling along the shaft. Then back again. Cora watched, her heart and her breath stilled with excitement, as Aithan swirled his tongue over the tip of Rhys’ cock.
    Rhys was breathing heavily. A heavy pulse beat at the base of his neck. He was starting to tremble. As Aithan settled into the rhythm of stroking the length of his cock with his lips and tongue, Rhys lifted his hand. It hovered over the top of Aithan’s head. Rhys was trying to hold back, to control himself.
    Aithan cupped the swollen sacs beneath his cock and squeezed.
    Rhys thrust his hand into Aithan’s hair and gripped his head. His hips thrust and his breath grew ragged. The tendons on his neck stood out as his excitement grew.
    At the very last moment, Aithan stopped.
    “God, no!” Rhys cried as Aithan stood up with a smile on his