Mists of Velvet

to feed. With a smile, she reached for him and pressed another kiss against his mouth.
    “I’m ready,” she murmured against his lips, “for the ride of a lifetime.”

    Keir paced the room where Rhys was going to bring the girl. His mind was consumed with Rhys’ feelings, the lust coursing through his blood. The woman was reaching for his cock, stroking and cupping him. He could hear Rhys’ growl; he could feel his need to press the woman against the wall and lift her skirt, sinking his cock deep inside her. The excitement built within Rhys, and Keir felt his body absorb the sensations.
    As Rhys got excited, Keir fed.
    Keir felt them outside the room. Already the woman had Rhys’ shirt off, and her hands were working on the fastening of his jeans. He heard Rhys’ heart speed up and the blood rush in his veins—and to his cock.
    The energy built, and he allowed it. This was what he needed to survive.
    The door opened, banged against the wall, and Rhys and the woman fell into the room. She was wild and experienced, and Keir gave thanks that she would not take long to fuck them.
    He had no desire to seduce tonight. He wanted to take; not teach; not reassure. He wanted someone who knew what she was getting into.
    Rhys moved to the bed, and the woman, now half dressed, fell back onto it. Rhys stood at the side of the mattress, his fingers unbuttoning his jeans.
    Moving to stand behind him, Keir pulled his shirt over his head and allowed it to drop to the floor. The woman’s eyes widened as she took in his markings; then her gaze slipped to Rhys’ cock, and she took in the size of that.
    Keir could smell her excitement. She was wet; already her core was opening, waiting for them. He heard her thoughts, a breathy voice in his head.
    “Oh my God, they’re beautiful. I can’t wait to feel them ... and to see them together. I wonder if they do each other.”
    Keir mentally reached out to Rhys. “You know what she wants.”
    With a nod, Rhys reached for her and brought her to her knees. Then he pulled her top off, baring her breasts.
    “Both, right?” she asked as she watched Keir climb onto the bed behind her.
    “If you can handle us both,” Rhys said with a grin. He reached for his cock, stroking it in his hand, as Keir cupped her breasts from behind, shoved them together, and offered them up to him.
    Rhys licked the mounds, wetting them for his cock, which he wanted to slide between them. He normally kissed and touched, preparing the woman and easing their way into the threesome, but this one was ready for it. Her gaze was hungry. He could feel the stinging of his back from where her nails had dug into his skin.
    Keir tugged at her nipples as Rhys licked. Then Keir pinched them, and Rhys sucked on them. She moaned, then slid her hand down the front of her skirt, playing with herself as Keir parted her breasts and Rhys slid his cock between them.
    She watched, Keir’s hands on her breasts, Rhys’ cock pumping between them. Keir circled his finger around the wet slit of Rhys’ cock, then brought it to her mouth. She sucked his finger in deep, then licked the drop of pre-cum from his finger.
    There was no way in hell that she’d never done this before. Keir looked at him with amusement, then took his cock in hand and rubbed her hip with it.
    She moaned and bent sideways, trying to see Keir masturbating. Her mouth bumped Rhys’ cock, and she bent forward, taking him in her mouth and sliding deep.
    With a groan, he closed his eyes, allowing himself to feel and allowing Keir to feed.
    “Fuck,” Keir moaned as he pumped harder. One hand gripped her breast, then squeezed, conveying the thought that he liked what he saw, but Rhys knew it was him, his feelings that made Keir groan in satisfaction.
    Holding her over his cock, Rhys slowed her down and met Keir’s gaze over her back. She was moaning and writhing as Keir lifted her skirt and brushed his cock along her ass. She was still fingering her pussy. Then he ripped the skirt from her and tossed it aside. No panties; no bra—she was just a woman eager for two men. Her mouth was sucking him, and her hand was stroking Keir as he fondled her breasts.
    Closing his eyes, Rhys tried to think of her. She was beautiful and experienced. She knew how to suck him; how to stroke Keir’s cock as she worked his with her mouth. It was every guy’s dream, but he wanted more. That empty place in his chest yawned deeper, and he tried to forget about it, to think of