Winning Virgin Love Part 16

He covered her mouth with his as his tongue pressed between her lips and truly worked some everlasting emotions into her mind. He broke the kiss and looked deeply into her eyes. She braced herself for some kind of great confession but she really didn't know Richart that well and probably overestimated the impact she had in his life.

"Honey, you can barely get that tight little s.n.a.t.c.h to close around me. Your little fist isn't much stronger." His hand covered hers and together they stroked.

"I just wanted to see how big it is." No harm done," she purred and then looked at Almonzo who definitely didn't find it all that important either.

Almonzo's gaze narrowed. "Big. Just remember grotesquely big. Painfully large." He slapped his cousin on the back and moved aside.

Richart glanced at Almonzo. "I guess I'll have to leave her with a never-ending smile then."

Almonzo groaned. "You better make it count because I swear, thirty minutes and you're both out of here." He draped his gaze over Tabitha and the hungry look he gave her only showered her with more of his undying love.

"Top." Darian lurked in the shadows but he came out when the act of loving her again gained his attention.

"No, I'm on top first, Darian. Take a backseat or ride solo," Richart snarled and then pushed her back on the bed. Almonzo gently showered her with kisses once Richart had her pinned between the mattress and his hard body.

Tabitha looked up at him before she reached for Almonzo. Cupping his chin in the palm of her hand, she made love to his mouth with an open mouth kiss as Richart moved his lips over her legs.

"Almonzo..." She didn't know how to ask but for the first few moments, she wanted to have Richart to herself. Almonzo was willing and gently accepted, to an extent. He moved to the top of the mattress and sat with his back against the headboard. His fingertips played across her forehead as he watched Richart prepare to take her.

Darian joined too and he seemed content to standby as well. One hand reached for her nipple and his fingers rolled it into a tight nub. She knew he'd sip on her later so she didn't miss his lips there instantly.

With the engorged head of his swollen p.e.n.i.s, Richart arched her to him as he worked beyond her folds inch by inch. "Yeah, Tabitha. That's it honey. Spread your legs for me."

He kissed her and this time, he lingered more than simply nipped. He sensually moved in deep before he dipped in for the rest and she had plenty to offer as a reward. Her hips shifted under him and she spread her thighs wide as his mouth delivered a deeply satisfying kiss.

The first strokes were painful. Most of the ceremonies were full of foreplay, but today was different and Richart must've realized it as much as she did. He slowly withdrew and then pushed in again. It was agony and pleasure but ecstasy skated so close to the skirts of pain.

His hands webbed through hers then and he locked her palms against the bed as his lips searched. "G.o.d, you taste like my last sip of heaven."

And that's when Almonzo stopped the one-on-one, l.u.s.t-filled journey.

Nodding to Darian, Richart slapped her hip and then helped her on her side. "Be gentle with her Darian. Stretch her for us."

Darian's lips curved in a smile. "Gentle?" His eyes closed as his mouth began to work down her belly. "This woman likes it rough, or have you two brutes failed to notice?"

Almonzo ignored him. The tip of his d.i.c.k glistened with his excitement and he pressed his c.o.c.k against her swollen lips. "Take me, sweetheart. Open wide for me."

Darian grabbed her hips and rolled her on top of him, penetrating her the second she was on top, his fingers kneaded her hips as his c.o.c.k worked inside the walls of her p.u.s.s.y. "So help me, I'll come until you leave me." His hot breath delivered whispers against her chest as he latched onto her nipple.

Darian didn't necessarily exaggerate because by the time Almonzo's c.o.c.k was stroking the inside of her mouth, Richart had his c.o.c.k grinding against her a.s.s and beads of sweat were dripping over Darian's brow as he f.u.c.ked her p.u.s.s.y. For twenty-five l.u.s.t-filled minutes, the c.o.c.ks and wills of men kept her moaning and groaning against each of them.

Almonzo backed his c.o.c.k up against the opening of her throat and she sucked him in. G.o.d help her, she wanted the others to leave right then and just give her a moment to dine on the best-tasting man alive. She locked herself into his gaze as Darian continued to stroke her v.a.g.i.n.a with slow, precise moves and Richart was meeting his first release.

His hands clamped down on her hips as his body tripped beyond the realms of pleasure. He sc.r.a.ped past her barriers and he pushed for the pain as his c.o.c.k delivered one true thump after another inside her a.s.s. When he was spent, he moved away from her and stroked her b.u.t.t with a caring hand but Darian already had in mind becoming a runaway d.i.c.k and he immediately moved with her.

Her legs draped around his waist as Darian balanced her body with both of his palms, cupping her a.s.s. He somehow managed to f.u.c.k her p.u.s.s.y harder with a more ruthless, yet desired, penetration. She was completely damp with need and craving him all the more and yet he walked her across the room with her heels at his back.

As they rounded the corner to the bathroom, his fingers went to her a.s.s and he ma.s.saged her cheeks as he pressed his lips to hers. "I love you."

She swallowed hard and almost choked on his confession. Loving her on the first date was better than loving her after all of this.

"Darian...no."

"Shh..." His lips came over hers with a bruising reminder. "You've always known it," he whispered into her mouth as he broke the kiss.

His fingers and thumb held her chin and his c.o.c.k moved in and out of her p.u.s.s.y with the beat of a drum that only sounded off in her chest. His forehead held against hers and he continued to f.u.c.k her as he held her against the wall. They both seemed to lock their minds around slowing the movement of time as they lost one another in the eyes of the other.

"Darian." Her quiet whispers left everything open for translation so she quickly added, "Don't ruin this now. Take me back to Almonzo and Richart. Be the better man this time. Please be the better man for me."

His lips came crashing down against hers and he walked back toward the bed where he quickly moved her to the mattress but it wasn't in his nature to share now. The corrupt way he took her then, roughly and heavenly, had her reaching and begging.

Richart's c.o.c.k glistened next to her lips and he asked her to focus on it as he fisted it next to her chin. Focus h.e.l.l. She sucked him in and enjoyed the rare indulgence of f.u.c.king Darian while staying locked in Almonzo's eyes.

With a pop, she released Richart then as her o.r.g.a.s.m began to wait for her with the patience of a runaway train. "Almonzo." She tried to call for him but Darian gripped her tighter and held her closer. The truth would have to set them both free. He rocked with her and her body drank him in before releasing-yes, giving in-to the pleasure provided by the most available source. "No, Darian." She called his name with agony but the release of her pleasure dripped around his c.o.c.k and he braced her against him.

With her head turned toward the side, she almost bit Richart as she sucked in his c.o.c.k swelling and beckoning her. She welcomed him because if his d.i.c.k wasn't filling her mouth now, she would've shouted the name of the one who truly sated her right then.

Darian screamed out her name, his gaze lingering on her. "Oh baby, that tight little s.n.a.t.c.h is such a fit. Hmmm, yeah." He continued to push in and out of her p.u.s.s.y and Tabitha shook from the o.r.g.a.s.m.

She kept Richart in her mouth and with a gasping swallow, it only took a few deep indulgences for Richart to moan with his quick pleasure. His spray of c.u.m left a salty taste along her tongue before he slumped down to the bed behind them.

"Almonzo, your woman needed three of us. You'll never keep up." Richart closed his eyes and another man's shut tightly too. Only, it was totally unexpected and for an entirely different reason.

Darian's lips slammed against hers and a wicked smile curved them upward. "You were the best I've ever had."

"Don't forget it." She teased back and everyone present seemed to allow for spicy rich conversation.

"She's one of the few that can keep up with me," Richart added.

Darian's lips covered hers again and this time with a promise spoken and full of an unwarranted commitment. "I will always be ready for you. I will always care for you. I have always loved you." His strokes inside her p.u.s.s.y were more complete now as he deliberately threaded himself into her with a slower beat. Before he completely pulled out, he kissed her tenderly once more and allowed her to know, he was capable of love.

After an uncomfortable silence, Tabitha eased her way over to Almonzo. His hand brushed her bangs away from her eyes. "Are you ready, love?"

She felt compelled to make them all wait, allow her time to adjust to the ravenous feast of the most carnal of meals but she was too excited to stomp on the breaks.

The orders were clear and positioning decided before the ceremony began. Each partic.i.p.ant understood their place. Darian stretched out on the bed and pulled her to him. She straddled him as if she'd done it a thousand times before and she found a comfortable slant. His gawking was obvious as he focused only on her chest and his mouth watered. "I'll always crave those beauties," he growled.

"Darian..."

She hoped he wouldn't look at her with the love he'd only just professed but it didn't stop him from watching her. His eyes drifted down to her p.u.s.s.y and his tongue licked at the corner of his mouth. Then, before she realized what he had in mind, he rolled over her and lashed into her with a sudden need to f.u.c.k her solo once more.

It was allowed for only a minute before Richart moved in behind her. His tongue licked over her flesh in search of the vein he would take and bleed. One held his eye because she saw the alarming focus and the way he ran his fingertips over it. She now felt him there.

"Oh G.o.d!" She screamed out and Almonzo's head immediately snapped as he stared at his cousin. His intrusion was obvious and Tabitha only had a slight warning. His finger dipped with a cool trace of lubricant and his c.o.c.k then sank into her a.s.s with a driving, perverse and h.e.l.l yes-a dangerous purpose. And nothing of the flesh ever felt better. Darian pumped his c.o.c.k into her p.u.s.s.y while Richart f.u.c.ked her a.s.s like it might be his last.

"I can't hold still. I'm going to come right now!" She was ready to come and ready to fall apart and both men reluctantly pulled out and waited.

"What the h.e.l.l?" She was breathless. She didn't understand but as Almonzo hurriedly found his place, she soon fully saw the importance. This particular moment wasn't left as a 'to each his own' pleasure. This was a joint union and apparently, togetherness was everything.

Almonzo glared at his cousin before he positioned himself at Tabitha's head. His c.o.c.k was at her mouth and she greedily consumed him then as Darian's wickedness truly came alive when he worked his way inside her legs again.

"That's it sweet, Tabitha." Almonzo's hands knotted in her hair. "Stay with me." He requested devotion and yes, he deserved it but not now, not yet.

Richart moved his thick c.o.c.k in and out of her a.s.s and her rear walls clenched in pain and need. "d.a.m.n boys, I got the best view in the house." His hand slapped across her a.s.s and he pinched her b.u.t.t cheek. It was meant as a distraction but it only inspired. She felt the slap but rode the heat.

She sucked in Almonzo, clenched her a.s.s tighter for Richart and she wrapped her arms around Darian. "I'm coming," she whispered.

Darian's fingers brushed over her nipples as his strokes began to beat into her with a profound thumping sound rocking the bed. His forceful movements guaranteed he was taking her deep. "That's it, Tabitha. Now, you have the power of all men, inside of you...now you can take the control."

"No...losing...control." Her hips arched again. Richart's hand came down hard on her a.s.s, Darian squeezed a nipple in between his lips and she sucked Almonzo down her throat as her fingertips played with his b.a.l.l.s. Richart f.u.c.ked her until his fangs dropped and his hands settled at her waist before he drove into her a.s.s with an alarming amount of short thrusts.

"Move against me, baby," he whispered into her ear with a hot, h.e.l.lish breath. He wanted to snap against her delicate pale skin. Right as she realized it, her o.r.g.a.s.m whipped through her body and Tabitha bucked back against him wildly and his mouth latched at her neck.

Almonzo's eyes were in full lavender color as he screamed out his sudden release. His hand wrapped her wrist as he placed her palm upon his chest but he wasn't gentle now, he was driven. "Take it all, Tabitha. Right now!" He pressed into her mouth faster and pulled her hair with an agonizing grip as he helped her bob up and down with his full d.i.c.k bulging against her throat and now coming with his release.

Darian smiled. "That's it sweet honey, that's it. Give a vampire his due." His hands carefully lingered over her chest as he gently covered her with a caring man's touch, something she never expected. With two or three more deliberate and hard thrusts, Richart's teeth connected as Almonzo's spill completely filled her mouth.

Tabitha was in heat, not as before but with a hot building desire that she realized was part of the plan. She felt the spicy new rich flavor of Almonzo's release rush down her throat as Richart's hot c.u.m spilled down her leg. Her throat was hot as the ripe blood spilled from her neck and Darian, once he saw it, was out of control.

He was forbidden to sip her finest nectar and he wanted it now, oh she saw how he hungered for it. She was leaving him vulnerable and she watched as his eyes changed into a mult.i.tude of colors so she tried harder and fed him more with her body than she was permitted to give him in blood.

"Darian. Take me," she whispered to him as Almonzo withdrew from her lips. "I want you to have all of ..."

Almonzo shivered and he pushed himself away from her before he pulled her back for an earth-shattering deep-throated kiss. It ended with a simple warning. "He has enough of your blood. If he takes more, the elders will dispose of him."

Tabitha understood and was reminded in an instant of everything they'd all done to ensure Darian wasn't the secondary life mate for her. She tried to focus on other things now and it was relatively easy once Richart finished dining on her delicate veins. His strokes inside her a.s.s began to slow and as he withdrew, Darian rolled on top of Tabitha and bent her knee to her chest then. He glared at the incision made by another vampire and he f.u.c.ked her p.u.s.s.y as if with a deliberate goal. And no one seemed to mind.

"I want to be forever embedded in your soul." He kissed her as they met another climax and then he left her there among the Spensers as he strode across the floor with a pace to a.s.sure them he was leaving. When the door slammed, it was a sign, he had now left her willingly behind.

Chapter 17

A few days later, the three men stood on the balcony overlooking the lawn. Constance played beneath them in the courtyard. Hanging upside down from a large branch, she called to her brothers, "Look! Look at me! I'm waiting to turn into a bat!"

Orlando's light humor immediately reappeared. "A bat? I don't see your wings."

Almonzo's sour mood didn't last long once his sister gained his attention and he quickly joined in and teased her. "You may not see her wings yet but look at her transformation. Hurry, look! Her feet are turning now. Look at her toes-they're turning into claws!"

Samuel and Orlando joined in with laughter as they watched the little girl twist herself up and over the branch. She immediately fell to the ground and looked at her bare feet before staring up at them. "You're not funny, Almonzo!"

"I think I am." He sipped his drink and peered down at her. "By the way, bat, I mean brat, where are you going to fly first when you spread your wings?"

Constance's little mouth formed a pout. "I'm going to fly off to Las Vegas and leave you all behind. I don't want to be the one left behind anymore when you go to the States. Once I become a bat, I'll fly wherever I want."

Samuel's grin widened. "Darling child, you'll wait for eternity if you are waiting to sprout wings." He then took a sip of his own nightcap and looked at his sons. "Of course, if she never sees Las Vegas I won't be disappointed or feel sorry for her."

They knew as much. Orlando started to speak. He was interrupted when Tate rushed onto the balcony with a breathless, "It's positive."

Orlando slapped his brother's back. "Well, congratulations."

Samuel beamed. "Well, I'll be d.a.m.ned." He slapped Almonzo hard on the back too.

Almonzo looked from his father to his brother. "What are you talking about?"

"You're going to be a father." Orlando slapped him again, this time a little softer as he grabbed him around the neck in a choke hold. "You handsome devil, you. I guess you work fast!"

At first, what they were saying didn't sink in. "I'm what?"

Nodding with adamant approval, Samuel Spenser grinned from one ear to the other. "Your brother has been searching this compound for days looking for strange blood, sensing another being here. Only, it wasn't really the blood of another. Then Constance came in four different times this week and asked if we had company."

Almonzo stared back at them. "Are you serious? I'm going to be a father?"

Tate nodded. "The test came back proof positive."

"Does she know?"

"Not yet. Your father thought you might..."

Before Tate finished or anyone else said another word, Almonzo broke out into a sprint across the front of the house. He ran hard to the opposite end of the balcony and began to beat on his own patio doors. He stared back at his family and then shook his head. "I'm going to be a father!" His face beamed and lit up the night with a true glow.

They laughed with him and the enthusiasm rang throughout the night air. Yes, the atmosphere suddenly changed and with it came the dawn of a new day-one where only a new life brought forward such adamant enthusiasm.

Tabitha peered outside. She smiled weakly when she saw him. As soon as she must have noticed how happy he looked, she opened the door with a little more excitement and he watched her mouth turn up more. "Well, look at ..."

She stopped talking and her eyes narrowed. He stalked her. d.a.m.n right, he did. He wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and kicked the door shut. He moved into her with intent. h.e.l.l, yeah, he had it and he had plenty of it.

"What's this? Did Tate put something in your drink?" She giggled as she backed away from him.

"No. He didn't need to put something in my drink." His lips moved over hers lightly, ever so slowly.

"I love you, Tabitha. I'll love you for a thousand years." He moved her over to the bed and pushed her against the soft sheets, coming down on top of her as they moved. His palms supported him as he kissed her deeply. He kissed away the separation and the uncertainty. He kissed away the secrets threatening to tear them apart. And he kissed her completely because he wanted to be sure she felt him in her heart, mind and soul.

Her arms wrapped easily around his neck as she accepted his adoration with nearly matched pa.s.sion. He didn't know how in the h.e.l.l he could take her easily when all he wanted to do was feel her absolutely surround him. He wanted her more now than he'd wanted her the first time, or the second.

His hands unlaced her nightgown. Silk touched his face as he slid down over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to lay his cheek on her belly. Her hands stroked his hair.

"Almonzo, are you all right?" She must have sensed something was different about him because her easy strokes seemed tortured, careful. Then again, they would be after she'd kept so many devastating secrets.