An idea sprang into my mind. I pushed Zane back and climbed off Maverick’s lap. Before Maverick could protest, I’d unzippedhis pants to release his cock. Even though the cabin was freezing, shrinkage was not a problem for my bear. He groaned loudly when my mouth closed around his weeping crown.
“Good little pet,” Zane crooned before yanking my pants and underwear down. “You deserve a reward for taking the initiative.”
The incubus shifted as I took Maverick’s cock as deep as I could manage. My bear threaded his fingers through my messy hair and groaned again.
“Little mate, that feels amazing.” My eager-to-please side preened at his praise, but this was a valuable learning experience, and I wanted to try a few things. Thanks to a brief visit to a human website a few weeks back (for research!), I had discovered males enjoyed having their balls fondled. At least I hoped they did. Otherwise this was about to go horribly wrong.
Maverick tensed when my hand slid lower while I sucked a little harder. I gently cupped him and squeezed. He shuddered, his abs rippling. The hands cupping my head tightened possessively, and his cock thickened to the point where my jaw ached.
Zane’s fingers pushed inside, stroking me from the inside out. My magic sparked into life, creating small fiery embers that floated around us like spinning stars. Maverick tensed, but Zane didn’t seem to care. I felt him move behind me, and then his mouth locked over my dripping pussy.
“Zane!” I yelled, only my mouth was so full it came out more like “Mmmph!”
I sucked harder as Zane licked my aching clit. A few seconds later, Maverick exploded in my mouth, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. Hearing him roar with pleasure pushed me over the edge right before Zane slammed his cock inside me.
My pussy pulsed around Zane’s thick shaft as Maverick stroked my cheek.
“Such a good little mate, sucking my cock so well,” he murmured. Amber eyes focused on me as my orgasm slowly faded. Zane slammed into me one more time and then purred with satisfaction.
I collapsed onto Maverick’s lap, sated and happy. Cool hands pulled my pants back up, and then a voice whispered in my ear, “Now you can sleep with my cum inside you, pet. Where it belongs.”
Maverick’s growl told me he’d heard the incubus, but I didn’t care. All I wanted to do was sleep, so I closed my eyes and snuggled into my bear’s toasty chest.
Goosebumps pebbled my arms, and every exhale sent a cloud of steam into the air. A lone candle sputtered from a cloudy glass jar set on a low table, but the light was so weak, I could barely see two feet ahead.
The door opened with a squeak when I pressed it. Once inside the smaller room, I waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness and listened.
There was nothing.
Not even the faintest exhale.
My heart seized in my chest. Were we too late?
I stumbled forward, tripping over the edge of a thick animal skin and tumbling onto the bottom of the bed. A metallic aroma mixed with fragrant roses assailed me.Blood. A vampire’s signature scent.
“Rasmus?”
Then I heard it. A faint murmur. So indistinct I wondered if perhaps this was an actual dream.
“Witch.” My vampire prince’s rasping whisper dragged me closer. My fingers sank into silky fur as I pushed up from the bed. A bony hand reached out and grasped my wrist. Sharp nails like claws sank into my flesh, and I winced at the pain.
A trickle of blood seeped out.
My vampire lunged forward with a hiss. He licked the wound and groaned.
“So sweet, my witch.”
The thought of an undead vampire drinking my lifeblood should have revolted me, but I found it had the opposite effect. Something dark unfurled inside me. Something hot and forbidden.
My magic sparked into life while the amulet hanging between my breasts grew warm once again.
“Soon, little witch. Soon.” The hand fell away from my wrist, and the faint light from the anteroom died, leaving me in darkness.
The floor lurched beneath my bare feet as the scent in the room changed from blood and roses to salt and snow.
I reached out in a panic, but there was nothing to anchor myself to. The heavy bed frame had vanished, and the rough stone beneath my feet had morphed into something smooth and wet.
Then I heard voices calling my name as the floor tilted. I tumbled sideways, hitting a metal rail. A gust of salty wind laced with snow sliced through my thin cotton tee. I struggled to see in the dark as panic took hold.
