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

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    Cora turned to Aithan. “You’re the only one still dressed. That’s hardly fair.” He had removed his leather jacket, but still wore jeans and a long sleeved tee shirt that pulled tight over his biceps and the rounded muscles on his chest.
    “You are not naked yet,” he pointed out.
    “Technicality.”
    She undressed him, while Rhys watched avidly. She took her time with it, sliding her fingers over Aithan’s flesh as it was revealed. “You’re warm to my touch,” she said. “Human warm.”
    Aithan’s breathing was already uneven. He shook his head, a small movement. “You’re imagining it. Or it’s heat transfer from you. You’ve let your heart run free. You’re as hot as Rhys now.”
    She stepped behind him, letting her hand slide around his naked hip and felt the twitch of muscles in response. She stood behind him and pulled his jeans off, then stripped him of everything from the waist to the floor. She pressed her breasts against his back through the tee shirt and he gave a soft sound in reaction.
    Standing behind him, she did what he had done to her. She spread her fingers across his pelvis, carefully avoiding his cock. She teased the flesh there. Rhys stood in front of him and watched the movement of her fingers with tense concentration.
    Cora moved back around to face Aithan. His eyes were narrowed, almost sleepy with arousal.
    “Don’t stop,” he whispered.
    She stripped the tee shirt from him, as he raised his arms to cooperate, then tossed it onto the table beside them. Then she stopped to look at him, her pulse thready.
    Aithan was a prime male, with lots of muscle. There were tattoos curling over his biceps and one on his thigh, depicting dragons and a fiery sunbird. His cock was jutting from the junction of his muscled thighs, almost purple at the tip and red everywhere else. Veins extended the length of the shaft, throbbing.
    “Someone is enjoying himself,” Rhys remarked.
    Cora wrapped her hand around Aithan’s cock, feeling the undeniable heat of it. She stroked, a barely there slip of her fingers over the head and he growled in the back of his throat and his hips jerked.
    Cora stepped away, with a small smile. “That’s enough for now,” she declared and turned to Rhys.
    Aithan grabbed her and spun her up against him, his fingers digging into her upper arms. Her nipples scraped against his chest as he held her there. The sensation sent a shiver through her. “If you want me to bend you over that table and drive myself into you, keep teasing as you are.”
    Her pussy throbbed at the thought. “Is that a request?”
    Aithan’s low growl was warning enough.
    Cora deliberately turned her back on him and picked up Rhys’ hand. “Come with me.”
    “With pleasure.” He went with her to the stairs and they started to climb. Aithan followed, as she had known he would, but he brushed past Rhys, picked her up and pushed her up against the wall.
    “You asked for it,” he breathed. As Rhys settled a few steps lower, Aithan snatched her panties away, the lace tearing with a soft sound. He spread her thighs roughly apart and slid his hand through her cleft from anus to clit. She could feel and hear the moisture he slicked through. She was desperately wet and in need.
    The brush of his fingers against her clit made her hips push forward. She gasped.
    Aithan was watching her reactions, gauging her response. But that seemed to be the limit of his control. He grabbed her hips and pressed himself against her. His cock pushed inside, spearing her and spreading her open in a way that made her head roll back and a moan emerge.
    He began to thrust in hard strokes. There was a pucker between his brows as he took her, harder and harder.
    Cora clung to him. She didn’t want it to stop.
    But Rhys climbed the stairs and tugged on Aithan’s arm. “Bring her up here, so we can both play.” Then he shook. “Aithan.”
    Aithan withdrew and let her go. He pressed his hand against the wall by