Rain battered and spat on the window of the cozy B&B where Michael had stopped for the night. The storm sounds blended with the shush of the shower and frenetic sighs of the man beneath the rush of water.
Michael’s lavender eyes gazed out the mullioned, rain drenched window. The mist rolled over the emerald carpet of the hills. It ran over the dips and rises, a secret lover fleeing the angry droplets of a jilted spouse come home too soon.
He saw none of it.
Every thought was focused on the scene playing out in his mind’s eye. Glimpses of chestnut curls, voluptuous breasts and creamy, silken skin. She had been on his mind and in Michael’s dreams forever.
Michael sighed as his hand worked up the length of his shaft. The smooth skin of his palm covered the velvety tip and squeezed lightly before it resumed with a downward stroke.
The icy water from the shower slid over his flesh but did nothing to cool the burning heat in Michael’s veins. Their latest dream rendezvous had been cut off again and left him molten with need.
His fist pumped furiously up and down the granite length of his cock as he pictured the way Sidony had writhed for him. She’d been poised on the edge, every cry and whimper gliding over his senses and pulling him along with her. He understood the demands of her career but the frequent interruptions were trying his patience. Michael needed to get to her, and soon.
Thoughts focused on Sidony, Michael worked his turgid flesh. Each glide of his hand a reminder of where he needed, wanted, to be – balls deep inside of the woman he was destined to be with.
Several more sweat and shower slick strokes brought on the muscle tightness and tingling at the base of Michael’s spine that heralded his release – and another night alone. The hand on his shaft moved quickly while the other kneaded and rolled the contents of his sack. His forehead pressed against the cool tile. His cry resonated through the small bathroom as thick, creamy jets of cum streamed from his erection to coat the walls.
Michael waited until the tremor in his muscles settled before rinsing off the evidence of his activity and leaving the shower. He wrapped a thick towel around his waist and padded out to sit on the end of the antique poster bed.
He sighed heavily and flopped back on the mattress.
“Sidony,” he whispered. “I can feel you near. Fall asleep and let me in again.”
She had opened up to him every night in the two weeks since their first encounter. After their failed attempt earlier, her resistance to let him in now puzzled Michael.
Their multiple contacts had opened a telepathic channel between them and he tested it in order to draw her out.
“Sidony. Stop fighting.”
Michael’s mind projected her image beside him on the bed and he blinked when she appeared. Her arms were crossed beneath the delicious curves of her breasts. Even fully dressed, she was exquisite and his cock twitched at the sight of her.
“You won’t tell me who you are or how I can find you. This little charade was fun at first but I’m getting tired of it. You’ve said you can free me from this curse. Come get me. Prove it.”
He rolled to his stomach and grimaced when his face connected with the soaked comforter. She was right, and he knew full well that he could go to her anytime he wished.
“Unlock your door. Trust me, sweetheart. You’ll have me tonight. I promise.”
Sidony opened her eyes and blinked at the ceiling. He was coming. Whoever her dream lover was, he was coming tonight, and she would be free. The curse would be gone and sex would once again be something enjoyable.
Her feet hit the floor and Sidony set about preparing the room she was staying in. The B&B was decorated in typical old English inn style. Flowery patterned wall paper, furniture in shades of pastel pinks, greens and blue and miles of lace.
Thunder boomed outside. The rain slashed against the window panes in a furious onslaught that hadn’t let up since it had started just before noon.
Sidony pushed aside the curtains that covered her French doors and watched the mist ghost across her small patio. It was an eerie night, almost perfect for breaking curses. Releasing the fall of lace, she turned back to the room to find the landlady’s supply of candles. With a storm raging outside, the candles would provide ambiance and prevent the lights from blazing on at an inopportune moment.
A few moments later the room was lit by a soft glow and Sidony was dressed in a black silk dressing gown. She checked her appearance in the mirror above the dresser and sat on the edge of the bed to wait.
Soft ticking from the clock on the mantle counted the minutes until finally a knock sounded on the thick wooden door. Sidony rose, pulled open the door and gasped at who she found standing on the other side.
“Jason? What is he doing with you?”
The man she recognized from the dreams they had shared stepped forward and, despite her surprise at seeing Jason, heat pooled in Sidony’s abdomen.
“We need him, sweetheart. Jason is part of the key to breaking your curse.”
She looked at the two men as they entered the room. Confusion warred with need and desire as she watched the dark silk of their pants mould to the curves of their backsides when they walked.
They were a truly magnificent sight to behold. The contrast of light and dark between the two of them was a feast to Sidony’s hungry eyes. Michael’s hair was loose and curled above his shoulders in a shinning tangle of waves. Jason’s pants rode his hips in his usual sexy way.
“But… I thought. The dreams? It was only you and me then.”
Jason cast a glance at the other man and, when he nodded, pulled Sidony towards the French doors. He tucked a curl behind her ear and gave her a reassuring smile.
“Michael explained a few things to me. He’s the one you need to break the curse, and you need me to help get the two of you there.”
Sidony looked over at the man she now knew as Michael and offered him her hand. His warm palm covered hers and she smiled as the three of them moved towards the large bed. They lifted her onto the mattress and she held her breath as they joined her.
Michael reached to undo the sash of her robe and Sidony watched, wide eyed as his fingers tugged on the silk and it came loose. The edges of her robe fell away to reveal the quick rise and fall of her chest beneath the heavy globes of her breasts.
“Relax, Sid. You know us. Me, you know in the flesh and Michael in your dreams. You’ve been waiting for this…for us.”
Jason crooked a finger beneath Sidony’s chin and tilted her face up for a gentle kiss. His tongue brushed over hers, a tender, familiar tango they’d danced before. He turned her in his arms and pulled the robe off Sidony’s shoulders baring her to Michael’s hungry gaze.
A small golden pot appeared in Michael’s hand. He opened it and pressed a kiss to the valley between Sidony’s breasts as he began to rub scented oil into her skin. Both men began to chant quietly in the ancient tongue of the vampire race as their hands worked their magic on her body.
Each stroke of their oil slicked fingers set Sidony on fire. The press of their lips set shivers down her spine and their breath sent goose bumps parading over her skin. She moaned and writhed as her skin became a living thing under their combined touches.
The silk sheets Sidony had insisted on were a blessing as they would hide the blood that would come later but they were a curse now as they whispered across her sensitized skin. She wanted to scream out her frustration but all that came from Sidony’s lips were Michael and Jason’s names whispered on moans.
Michael pressed kisses up the inside of her thighs and blew gently on her over sensitized skin as Jason cupped her breasts from behind and pulled an earlobe between his teeth.
Sidony’s ass ground into Jason’s groin as she frantically pulled at Michael’s hair to bring his face up to hers. He ran his tongue up her warm cleft and groaned as he slid the hard planes of his body against hers to bring his face up to Sidony’s.
“Mmm...warm strawberries. Tell us what you want, love. What do you need?”
Jason slid the heated length of his silken cock between the warm folds of her core and hissed. “Is this what you want? Do you want us inside?”
He thrust against her and Sidony’s thoughts scrambled as the tip of him bumped her clit. She could do nothing but nod as a whimper escaped her lips.
Michael stretched himself in front of her and pulled Sidony’s left leg over his hip as he slowly thrust deep inside of her. She leaned back and hooked her hand around Jason’s hip to pull him closer as he thrust in rhythm with Michael.
Sidony’s senses swirled and images danced in her mind as she drowned in the scents their bodies released as they neared the point where the men pressing into her body would sink their fangs into her flesh. Michael smelled of spiced vanilla and Jason had the scent of warm sugar.
As her scent mixed in with theirs Sidony felt the sharp piercing of her flesh as they recognized the signal and began marking her. Jason sank his fangs into the flesh of her right shoulder and Michael took the left.
The smell of fresh ripe strawberries filled the room as the speed of their thrusting increased and Sidony felt her body tighten as it poised to climax.
Her cries became frantic with need as they sucked at her skin and increased the speed of their thrusts. She pushed and pulled at them as the urgency built and their breath came in shorter bursts against her skin.
A scream burst from Sidony’s lips and her body arched back as she came, hard. She forgot who was where and even where she was for a moment as Sidony gave herself over to the violent tumult of the orgasm.
The second orgasm slammed into her so hard that Sidony screamed her release as her body arched and writhed. She bucked between them like a bronco held too long in the chute and it was all they could do to keep her between them.
Sidony moaned incoherently as both men gave one final thrust and spilled their own orgasms into her quivering sheath.
Her body gave one last shudder and a dark purple glow spilled out over Michael’s face as she looked into his glowing lavender eyes. He pushed a strand of damp hair out of her eyes and gasped, “You’re eyes. Jason, look at her eyes.”
Jason rolled Sidony onto her back and the glow flooded the room. She turned to look into the soft blue glow of his eyes and he grinned triumphantly.
“Cool. You’re eyes are purple.”
Sidony’s eyes widened. “What does that mean?”
Michael traced his fingers over the mark on her shoulder and whispered, “It means we did it right. The curse is broken and you’re free.”