Illegal Fantasies (Anthology ~ Behind Closed Doors) by Morgan Kelley Page A

their motion.
    They were coming together like a well-oiled sex machine. It was timed exactly to give them each the most amount of pleasure possible.
    Practice made perfect.
    There was no sound in the room but the slapping of flesh on flesh and an occasional moan. Finally, Flynn hissed, “I’m close,” he warned.
    Jolie picked up his wrist and held it to her mouth as Flynn did the same. Jacques pulled her hair f rom her shoulder, while holding her body against his.
    “Ready,” he whispered, his body tight and needing release. What he wanted was to bury himself deep in her body and pour everything he had into her.
    Blood.
    Seed.
    Energy.
    “Now!” Jolie shouted, piercing Flynn’s wrist as he did the same. Jacques buried his fangs and engorged erection in her body as everything exploded around them.
    Flynn gulped her delicious blood and exploded.
    Jolie drank and shattered apart.
    Jacques greedily sipped as he poured into her body.
    Auras crashed as energy ebbed through all of them . The result was a flood of power filling the room as a mind numbing orgasm took over.
    The lights flickered and quiet settled around them. No one spoke at first . When fangs were retracted and kisses exchanged, both men slipped from her body. Instinctually, they curled around each other, completely spent.
    “Yeah, that n ever gets old,” Flynn admitted, as he breathed in the mingled scent of Jolie’s perfume and their cologne.
    Jacques agreed. “ As always, that was perfect.”
    Jolie ran her hands over their bodies in total contentment. There was the mingling of sex, blood, and male scent all over her. Honestly, she couldn’t be happier.
    “How much time do we have left ?” Flynn asked, kissing his mate.
    “Not much,” Jacques answered.
    “I love you both,” she added, “with my entire heart.”
    They felt the same about their queen and mistress. She was all they ever needed to be happy.
    “We should get dressed,” Flynn offered, as he began untangling himself from their limbs. “We need to make an appearance out there. Nathaniel will think we’re off killing some humans or raising hell.”
    Jolie laughed. “I look like I’ve been assaulted by two men. You think I can pull this look back together and not look damn smug? They’re going to know the hell you were raising, Flynn.”
    Brogan gave Jacques a high five. “You think they didn't feel that energy when we came? Right now, they’re out there talking about that scandalous Mistress Harcourte.”
    Jacques was the first to finally pull away. As he dressed in his leather armor, he grinned. “I’ll never forget this night as long as I live,” he offered, helping Flynn buckle the straps that crisscrossed his back.
    Jolie wouldn’t either. “I should go out first,” she offered, wrapping herself back up in the material before fixing her hair.
    They agreed, helping her get more presentable, before giving her a head start back to the festivities.
    “You’re grinning like an idiot, mon ami,” Jacques said, stepping out of the room.
    He couldn’t help it. He was at peace and comfortable with his family. “Yeah, well you’re not exactly frowning, my friend.”
    Jacques laughed as the security guard approached. As they passed each other, a disk was slipped to the vampyre.
    “What’s that?” Flynn asked, lowering his voice as Jacques tucked it in his breast plate.
    “That, my friend, is the security footage from that room.”
    Brogan stared at him. “You mean that we now have…”
    Jacques grinned wickedly. “ Yes. We can relive this memory over and over again.”
     
    Yeah, it was good to be the undead.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
        C hapter F ive:
     
          Undercover Lover
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    ~~ Tori & Julian Littlemoon ~~
     
     
     
    There were days when being a private investigator sucked.
    Today was not one of those