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Love's True Path	By : PrettySin Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 3143 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Anita Blake series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I DON’T OWN ANYTHING! If I did, Jean-Claude, Asher and I would be having more fun than this. ;-)

A/N– I, Sin, wrote this part without Alexia’s help and inserted it as chapter Thirty-Five, therefore making the chapters on AFF of chapter off from now on from Love’s True Path on Pomme De Sange.
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I slipped my cross from my neck, not that it would glow around him anyway before I wrapped it in a handkerchief. I trusted him. Jean-Claude. Setting it on the night stand, I smiled, turning to face him where he lay like a pale god on his larger-than-life bed.

I raised my hands, slowly unbuttoning my shirt. "Do I please you?" At his slight nod, I blushed, the rosy tint spreading up my breasts to my face as I let my shirt fall to the floor behind me. My silk bra raised my breasts like an offering, the deep cerulean setting off the veins hovering so near the surface under delicate skin.

He inhaled sharply, licking his lips, and my heart pounded, racing in my chest as I loosened my skirt, letting it fall to leave me in a simple garter belt and hose. Oh yes... it seemed I was pleasing him very much indeed as I watched his eyes darken. His ebony curls spilled over his shoulders in abandon, the sheet just covering what my gaze so longed to look at.

His eyes caught over my shoulder on something, and I turned my head to see what it was only to realize that there was someone behind me. Asher. Of course, Asher. Jean-Claude's eyes were hotter now, and I thought for I moment, they'd ask me to leave. Then, Asher's lips brushed my shoulder, his hand skimming ever so lightly down my arm, causing me to shiver. He didn't speak, but I knew he was pleased that I was there.

Slowly, the blonde angel turned me to kiss him, and as his lips covered my own, I knew he was smiling ever so slightly, as if he had heard my thoughts and felt... accepted by them.

I moaned as his lips slowly coaxed mine into parting. My skin burned, tingling with the weight of Jean-Claude's gaze as we kissed. Asher urged me to the bed, slipping my panties off quickly; too quickly. I'd hardly realized that he had moved, and he was there again, kissing me, then trailing down my neck as Jean-Claude claimed my mouth in his stead.

I was aching, wet and needy to the point where I smelled myself, and that seemed to only urge them ahead. Asher was licking along my bra line, tracing the veins with his tongue as Jean-Claude nuzzled my neck as if asking a question. Yes, a million times yes. I knew exactly what he was asking, and as he had not fed before hand, he need it... needed me. His feedings, and Asher's were so sensual, addicting, that I could not help but say yes. I was addicted, I was in love.

Jean-Claude rolled me easily, and I gasped as his fangs sweetly pierced the skin of my neck, and Asher sucked my nipple into his mouth. The combined sensation made me cry out, as both their mouths drew on me, pleasure in every nuance of my being but the one I was coming close to begging for.

All too soon, Jean-Claude pulled back from the bite on my neck, kissing me. I moaned at the sweet taste of my own blood, the tang of it. It wasn't one I cared for, but combined with a vampire's kiss... Jean-Claude or Asher's kiss, and it was ambrosia.

Asher laughed softly, tugging Jean-Claude back from the kiss, and covering the other man's mouth with his own. My eyes widened, and I watched with eager eyes as they explored each other’s bodies. I was not forgotten, not by far. This, while for them, was also for me. They knew how much I loved seeing them together.

I moved, kneeling next to them, my hands smoothing over their chests. I heard them purr and smiled, turning my head to lick at Asher's nipple, pushing my curls over my shoulder. He groaned, and reached down, caressing Jean-Claude's now hard cock.

The Soudre de Sang moaned, thrusting against Asher's hand, slipping his own down my back, over the line of my bra, the skin of my spine and past the garter belt to tease my wetness from the side. He made an appreciative noise, sliding a finger deep, and I hid my face in Asher's chest, whimpering.

They both laughed softly, and Jean-Claude lifted me, setting me before him as Asher moved beside me to my left. I gasped, staring up at Jean-Claude as he trailed kisses down, across my chest to where I longed to be touched, and licked deep, slipping his talented tongue into my passage, then up over the swollen nubbin of flesh.

My hips bucked, and he shifted, holding me still as he seemed to settle in, getting comfortable in his tasting. I turned passion-filled eyes to Asher, who kissed me once more.

I moved my hand, grasping his hard length and looked at him with needing eyes. He bit his lower lip, and allowed me to guide him to my mouth, sucking the head of his hard cock into my mouth. I cried out at the taste of him, the pre-cum's taste filling my mouth as Jean-Claude pushed me to orgasm.

I sucked, taking him deeper, allowing Asher to move his hips to help me as he caressed my chest, and Jean-Claude's curls.

Jean-Claude slipped a finger deep, then two, then three and pushed on my clitoris. Just like that I was coming, crying out as I pulled back from Asher's length. They shared a smile, then kissed each other. I moved, sucking Jean-Claude into my mouth this time as Asher licked my taste from his mouth.

He cried out, his curls spilling down his back in a raven tide, as I worked his length. There. That was enough. He pushed me back onto the bed, pushing my legs apart while he sank deep into me, moaning as my silk hose and garters caressed his hips.

Asher watched the other man's cock sink into me, then moved behind Jean-Claude, licking from the small of his back to the nape of his neck along the vampire's spine.

Jean-Claude moaned, and Asher smirked, pushing a finger into the other man as he reached for lubrication.

He quickly prepared Jean-Claude, who paused as Asher worked his way into him, past the tight ring of muscle.

The Master of the City shook, and I pressed kisses to his face and shoulders as they both began to move. The sight, feel, and knowledge of what was happening were too much though, and I was coming, again and again around him. I thought it would never end, that it would last forever as I prayed. Prayed that it would, prayed that it wouldn't... my hands slipping over what of them I could reach, determined to bring them to pleasure.

Asher tilted his hips, hitting Jean-Claude's prostate again and again, and that was enough. He came, spilling himself into me. I whispered words of love, naughty and nice to him and Asher, who came as well, brought by Jean-Claude's clenching around him.

I lay there panting, soaked in sweat and my own wetness, my lovers, my fantasies gone.

I sighed, putting my face in my hands, ignoring my own wetness on my fingers. Temptation had come to call earlier, and had proceeded to leave me wanting... and they knew it too. God, but to have them... have me.

Moaning, I fell back on my bed. Keela, love, you're losing it. Forget that- you've done lost it! To a pair of vampires at that!

This is a companion piece to Love’s True Path but DOES NOT have to be read as part of it. Enjoy, and please review!
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