The one on the left smiles at me so cute you juss wanna kiss that sexy mouth, “Music would be nice. It's awful quiet in here.”

  That's Jo. He doesn't have the accent.

  “Why doncha pick sumthin out?” Smiling, I walk to the stereo, opening the hardwood door and showing him where the CD's are. “It's all in here.”

  Pushing himself up off the couch, again it shocks me just what a long tall drink of lean this boy is. His hair is dark as thunder and his eyes sometimes look like they have lightning in them too. With him right up next ta me it's like looking up at the Statue of Liberty.

  Inclining his head at me, he gives me a wink as he stops on my right, “Thanks.”

  I look at Seithe, not knowing what ta say.

  “We feel just awful that we've prevented you from going out. I think we should take our leave,” he says.

  Bonnie Rait starts singing about giving them something to talk about when Jo catches my hand.

  Before I have a chance to answer Seithe, Jo says ta me, “At least let me make it up to you with a dance?”

  Seithe stands, coming closer, the two of them standing like giants in my living room on either side of me, “Jo, the lady is home safe and sound. We don't need to be here.”

  “If I'm keeping ya'll, I'm so sorry. That's the last thing I wanna do,” I quickly jump in, staring up from strong cut chin to chin, looking up at designer stubble and perfect straight noses.

  They're not hearing or seeing me, but Jo still has my hand in his and he's rubbing his thumb softly across my palm all the while, and it's burning right up my arm with delicious tingles.

  Jo lifts his other arm, palm up, showing off a bunch of incredible muscles when he indicates the door, “By all means Seithe, you're welcome to leave. I'll catch up with you later.”

  Oh no, I'm causing friction between them. “Really, ya'll don't have ta stay on account of me.”

  Jo looks down at me with that soft gentlemanly smile that just melts icebergs, “Would you like me to leave?”

  Hell no!

  “I don't wanna keep ya is'all. If ya'll have sumplace ta be, then far be it from me ta be keepin' ya.”

  “If it's not imposing I wouldn't mind another slice of pie,” Jo drawls so close to my ear I take a step back, my heart pounding, suddenly getting the message loud and clear.

  The hold on my hand stays loose, his thumb still tracing my heart line with mesmerizing tenderness, and I know it's improper but I don't want him ta let go either. His fingers lace tighter through mine but he keeps his challenging focus resolutely on his brother.

  I like the possessiveness of his hold. It's domineering in a very alpha way. As if he's protectin' me, keepin' me safe. It's a hold that says, this is my girl, back off. It's mighty fine.

  Seithe's molten stare flicks ta me and he says in that lyrical accent, “Sherry, please tell me you have something stronger than coffee in this house.”

  My knees are shaking, the muscle jumping nervously like it does when I'm cold. My name from his mouth is like listening ta an angel speaking in tongues. And I swear on my heart his eyes are glowing!

  “I surely do,” I manage to mumble, pointing at the door, “There's vodka in the ice-box and bourbon in the cupboard above it.” I don't trust myself ta walk right now, even my voice is trembling. The second he stomps down the passage I look at Jo, “His eyes were glowin'!”

  Tugging me closer until we're shirt ta dress, he looks down from Mt Jowendrhan ta whisper in a gravelly dulcet voice, “He's an angel.”

  “Get out! How'd he do that?”

  Staring down at me he smiles so wide, his eyes turning titanium and hot, glowing with white light, “Like this.”

  Squealing, I step back, but his hand shifts too fast, pressing my hips up against his, capturing me hard up to him, “Don't be afraid.” Dipping his head, he whispers in my ear, “Have you ever been loved by an angel?”

  “No sir.”

  Oh Jaysus! This isn't happenin' ta me.

  A hand hotter than temptation curls around my chin, holding it up, and I'm so stuck inside the muscular straitjacket of his arms that I can't withdraw when plump soft lips press against mine.

  I know I'm sahposed ta be putting up a ruckus, but I juss can't find the will ta resist. He's just wonderful and hard, strong and radiating heat, his eyes glowing like beacons in the sky, leading the wise men ta baby Jaysus.

  Lost inside those incredible eyes, dizzy with his touch and the way his tongue is licking across mine, his insistent lip hold sucking on my lip, I couldn't move now if there was a rattlesnake shaking warning right behind me. Lightning striking my skirt couldn't get me ta move this second.

  When a hand moves the hair off my neck and another hot hard body presses up against my back, if they weren't sandwiching me between them I'd keel right over.

  The lips on my neck bolt maniacal insanity right into my bloodstream. I'm suddenly too hot, my limbs too wobbly, the craziness churning my head with vertigo and a shiver crackles right on through me, making me gasp in Jo's mouth.

  Oh momma! I'm surely going ta hell for this. Angels or no angels.

  Seithe presses his leather trousers up against my hiney, leaning his hips in hard when he bites my neck, synchronized with Jo biting my lip and his thumb nicking softly back and forth over my nipple.

  Oh momma! Save me! Jo sure picked the song fer this. If anyone evah found out they'd sure have plenty ta talk about.

  *

  Jowendrhan:

  What are we doing Jo?

  Having fun, what the hell does it look like, I reply telepathically.

  Let's take her to Pravus.

  Choking back a laugh, I know that will reel her mind like a spilling spool. And then?

  And then we do this in style.

  You're on. You grab her neck, I'll grip her hips.

  On three.

  Ayup, I confirm to Seithe.

  One, two, three.

  Lifting her up, knowing he has her leaning up against him for support, we dissipate from her living room, coalescing inside Pravus.

  Knowing she's about to scream I smother her mouth with my own, stroking her throat, relishing the pulse tripping in her neck. Fisting her honey blond hair, I hold her tight until I know her legs are firmly back on solid ground.

  Carefully disengaging, I speak into her ear to be heard over the pumping music, “Angels don't need cars. We couldn't ruin your night, so we've brought you to Pravus.”

  Seithe yanks her from me, spinning her so she collides with his chest, laughing at her squeal, corralling her into his arms and dancing her away from me.

  Taking the gap, I vanish, moving to the bar to get that girl something strong enough to dull her panic.

  Darise grins at me, “Well look what the storm dragged in.”

  “Three Pravus Potions, stat,” I smirk, snapping fingers at my older brother.

  “Got company?” he arches both eyebrows, pushing three goblets my way brimming with the H bomb.

  “Yessiree. Seithe and Sherry.”

  “Who's Sherry?”

  “A damsel in distress, soon to be a damsel in undress.”

  “As long as it's not under duress,” he winks at me.

  “As if,” I smile, lifting the goblets and reappearing back on the dance floor just as Seithe circles her back to my point of exit.

  Reaching over her shoulder he grabs his drink, twisting her round so fast she slaps a packing rack into my torso. Stooping, I catch her mouth with mine, tonguing her fast to keep her silent, then snapping back and placing the drink against her lips, tilting pewter to chase the potion into her mouth.

  “My gosh!” she gasps, holding to me and the goblet, drinking obediently.

  I wink conspiratorially at Seithe; his eyes are glowing with anticipation. He loves them high on P-squared. He grips under her arms, dropping her like an ironing board, holding her with a hand under her neck and one on the base of her back, forcing her to down the Pravus Potion, flicking the emptied chalice into the air where it vanishes, and then sticking his tongue down to her tonsils to check she's consumed it all.

  He's so strong and wild! My gawd! reaches me from Sherry's head.

  Gulping mine down, I turn and aim the goblets at Darise when a tall god blocks my trajectory.

  “Evening Jowendrhan.”

  Shit.

  “Hiya Erra. How's things?”

  “Dramatic, as always.”

  He spins a babe across the floor and I watch when his right hand man Sven catches her. These guys are nothing but testosterone on god juice. They have rocket fuel in their veins and shuttles for muscles.

  Noticing they're up to as much good as I am, wiling away an eternity playing with their food, I give Sven a nod of acknowledgement, turning back in time to catch Sherry, gripping her tight, lifting her up to my level to kiss her again.

  “How do you feel about getting to know trouble, intimately?” I drawl in her ear.

  “Oh, I dunno. My heart is bursting and my head is spinnin'.”

  “Don't struggle baby, it's your turn to have some fun.”

  “What?” she squeaks.

  Cradling her thighs hard up against me, a hand covering an ample tush caught tight, I roll her hiney in my palm, “I wanna feel all of you, sugar.”

  Her thoughts are clear to hear now that we've kissed her, Oh my gosh! Hell baby, you can ride me to Tennessee if it'll make ya happy.

  Seithe blocks the view I have of the club, pressing hard up against her spine, slipping hands between her chest and mine, openly fondling her nipples in the privacy of our hold, “Say yes. Let us take you home so we can show you heaven.”

  Lust smacks me, her hips automatically sinking into my hands when she writhes against my hard-on, “Yeeees,” she gasps, drunkenly sagging her head back against his collar bone.

  I can't help but notice how incredible her nipples are. They're looking mighty fine between Seithe's fingers. And that neck is soft and supple and just begging for a deep bite.

  That's not all that's begging for a deep bite, Seithe says back.

  The lights flash between black and red and I just catch a glimpse in the red strobe of Erra and Sven with a babe sandwiched between them. A woman who can only be her sister is pressed between two more Sibitti bodies right next to them.

  I see the storm's brought out the best in all of us, I think to Seithe.

  Who are you kidding? Those boys probably called this storm in the first place.

  True, I nod. Let's lose this place, those guys just make us look like teenage beanpoles.

  Agreed.

  Boxing around Sherry, I pull her legs up, closing them around my hips, uncaring of how ladylike this pose is or isn't when a woman chooses to wear a dress around us.

  In an instant we're back in her home and Seithe glares at the stereo, forcing it into playing the same music that was throbbing across the dance floor in Pravus.

  “Bedroom?” I ask him, quirking an eyebrow.

  He nods and we move immediately, upstairs fast as a wink, finding her bedroom.

  It's pink, he snarls.

  She'll match it the second her clothes are off and her legs are spread, I laugh, finding this infinitely amusing.

  While I drape her onto the divan, Seithe waves his hand and we're all immediately naked.

  My eyes are glowing, I can feel it, and inhaling her scent I know my vipers are showing.

  Chapter 3

  Sherry:

  The world is spinning round and round like a rodeo calf, heaving and buckin'.

  I can't tell them apart again and I don't rightly care a dayam.

  I have one of them rolling my nipple around with his tongue, fingers stroking through my hair, his thumb pressing tight up under my chin keeping my head locked back, and the other one is rolling my lurve button around with his tongue, stroking a soft touch up and down the inside of my thighs.

  JAYSUS!

  It's so dark I can hardly see a thang, but it doesn't rightly matter either. What I do know is they both have glowing eyes and long teeth like them boys in the progrim on HBO.

  Instantly the room spins in another wild gyration, leaving me lying heavy over a man, his strong hands supporting my face when he thrusts his tongue across mine, kissing me something fierce, when I feel the one behind me slowly slide inside.

  My heart's tryin' ta escape my chest it's pounding so crazy, and this feels so good I think I musta hit my head changin' that tire on the side of the road. Cos this just can't be happenin'!

  Every time I try an' look, my vision is blurred with spots, still seeing red and black from Pravus, still hearin' the music, and the one behind me is slamming up, smacking his body up against my tush, and lord above he feels so good on the inside I wish Todd could have felt half this good when he did this shit with me.

  The way he's sliding, he runs across the rigid lip, hard up against the top of my pubic bone, and it's like having a man tickling your O spot all the way in and all the way out, over and over and over.

  I swear I'm losin' my Stetson twirling mind, cos now I'm underneath, laying on top of one and underneath the other, and my lordy freak I have this hot drooling tip on my mouth and he tastes like pineapple poison.

  He's moving in such a way it's got none of that gag reflex happenin'. It's slow and deliberate, slipping side to side across the tip of my tongue, something wet is rubbing over my nipples, and I have someone's fingers circling my clit with such precision I'm screamin!

  Someone laughs and I'm swung up, held tight, caught in big arms bunching with cords of wrestle-mania muscle, slid down the hard blocks of his stomach, my boobies caught on his collar bone, someone holding my thighs and keeping me up and wide, when he smiles.

  “Jaysus! Ya can't! What are ya'll?”

  “They're vipers baby, they won't hurt ya, I promise.”

  So Jo's in front of me, it's Jo about to bite me. Oh sweet Mary he's gonna bite me!

  And he does, right above my nipple, and I lose consciousness with the fire flooding into me with such suddenness. It tingles and fingers my insides with a lick of pure euphoria, lazy and hot and so sweetly sexy I'm weak with quivering.

  Gasping, I no longer can tell left from right or up from down.

  Another bite inside my leg and it's banging through me, hot circles of endless orgasms, electrocuting my neurons all the way from my eyeballs to my knees.

  The bite in my breast stops and he's circling his tongue across it, sliding hot velvet heat so softly it sends a spark of lightning down ta my throbbing aching lady heart.

  I'm shivering, shocked, the world still pulsating with light and dark.

  Pulled away, laid back, Seithe with white hair and eyes of lightning prowls over me, softly caressing down my body with his incinerating fingers, a knee pressed up tight ta me, running silky skin across mine when he slides his knee ta widen my legs, forcing his palm under me and lifting my hips up, his other arm braced next to my head, sliding his thumb into my mouth, then sinking his heavy weight inta me, crushing me, and momma it feels so good.

  Ripples flood up, washing my insides out through somewhere behind my head, and he's just pressing slowly, slipping and sliding, looping around and around like a dizzying lasso, sinking in and out of me while he does it, his chest rushing over my nipples and making them ache sumthin fierce.

  Jo bends over my head, staring into me with quicksilver eyes and sin dark hair, smiling, showing me long reddened vipers, pulling my arms up over my head, holding them tight in one hand by my wrists, mounting my face, moistening my lips with the tip of his shiny hot penis.

  “Sherry,” purrs at me, vibrating my bones, making my skin crawl with bumps of excitement, all the while Seithe is taking me with a giddy pulse and focus, upside down ta that place where I can't think.

  Oh gawd! Now he's not just sinking up inside me, he's also rubbing me, soft and sure, it's so hot and totally insane!

  Gasping, I swear on my own grave I'm about to have a heart attack, I'm throbbing with such a vicious ache it hurts! Just when the room is exploding behind my eyelids with bottomless pleasure, I feel the softness sliding on my tongue.

  It's so smooth, like sucking on a star it's so hot, and he tilts my head back, gruff roaring hitting the ceiling in stereo and bouncing back down ta veil my ability ta think. One's shivering below, the other quivering above, and my skin and heart are assaulted through and through with the sensations.

  I can hear a lady suffering, whimpering, the earth is shaking, a hot taste of cherry bombs in my mouth, and a man's hot breath exhales harsh and heavy into my ear, tingles shooting into my neck from a strange needle heat stuck where his stubble chaffs into my skin.

  Someone holds me from behind, bending my knees up, sliding something hot and pure into me, and instantly I'm with that woman simpering across the storm.

  It's too much. Euphoria blankets my mind, from top to bottom, a soft strength lacing my fingers and running a thumb across my palm, sending me up and away to float with the celestial sinners.

  “A love your heart line, baby girl. Nothing is sexier than a line to your heart.”

  My pulse detonates in my breast and I rest my head heavy on his chest, expecting a safe thud to comfort me, but it's so quiet I think I've done gone and passed out again.

  Cuddling up close behind me, warm soft skin covers me, keeping me safe, stroking my hair, “What a delightful surprise you are, Sherry.”

  Uhmm, I lurve the way he says mah name.

  I'll probably nevah see em again.

  “Don't be so sure about that,” whispers huskily into my ear.

  It's too hard ta think. Held safe in strong arms, I rest wearily, needing ta just lay here and catch mah breath.

  Chapter 4

 

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