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Stepping from the Shadows....	By : PrettySin Category: Anita Blake > Threesomes Plus Views: 1872 -:- 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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Megan sat on the kitchen floor, rocking Asher as she stared blankly about the room. Dawn had come far too quickly for either of them.

There was no sure word yet. They didn’t know if it was Caleb or not, and the police were refusing to tell her anything due to a lack of a wedding ring or other relationship.

Slowly, she stroked Asher’s slack cheeks, tears pouring from her eyes as she wiped away the vampire’s. A sob caught in her throat and-

She screamed as the door opened, and Caleb stepped inside.

The were froze, standing in the door as he took in the view before him. Megan, screaming, as she sat on the floor in jeans and a T-shirt, something that never happened... the clothing, that is, with Asher cradled in her lap. From looking at both of them, it was obvious that they’d been crying.

“Jesus, will you shut it?” He glared, covering his ears.

“Caleb? Is... is... that you?” She stuttered.

“No, it’s Captain Fang, all the way from St. Louis. Of course it’s me! Who the fuck else would it be?!” The were rolled his eyes, shutting the door behind him.

“I... the news... you...”

“What are you babbling about?” He frowned as Megan slowly turned on the TV. After waiting a minute for a shampoo commercial to end, a news anchor came on.

“Identified, James McDowen, found brutally...” The picture that flashed on the screen stilled, and Caleb stared. It looked just like him! Holy fuck! Caleb turned to Megan, only to feel her nearly tackle him in a hug.

“What the-Megan-”

“If you EVER take off like that again, without so much as a fucking phone call or another way to reach you, I swear, you’ll-” Her eyes were lit with anger, fear... and something else that gave him pause.

“You’ll what? Poison me with your shroom sauce?” Caleb quirked a cocky eyebrow, bending to lift the blonde vampire into his arms.

“Oh don’t even! I was trying to be nice to you... you... ass!” Megan stomped her foot, fisting her hands.

“You look like you’re five.” The were moved, carefully placing Asher into his bedroom, making sure that no light could get in before facing Megan who... “Is that a cigarette in your hand?”

“Nope. Just a lollipop I want to set on fire.” She glared, lighting the Marb before taking a long drag. “Do you have any idea how worried we were?”

“We?”

Megan watched him slowly, exhaling a stream of smoke. “We, you idiot. Seriously. This is me giving up on trying to be the ‘bit of sweetness’ that ‘Mon Chat’ deserves. I’m sweet, but I’m not that sweet. I smoke. I wear jeans. I like whisky over wine-“

Caleb snorted. “You expect me to believe this?”

“Of course not. It’d only mean using your head.” She smashed out the cigarette. “It’s the lump three feet above your ass.”

Eyes widening, Caleb couldn’t help the startled burst of laughter that escaped him. “Careful... you talk like that, you’ll...”

Megan shoved her hair back. “What, Caleb?”

Caleb shook his head. “Never mind. I’ll show you.” Reaching out, he tugged the woman before him up tight against his body. Seeing her eyes widen, he grinned. “Excite me...”

Feeling him press into her lower stomach, Megan froze before slowly smiling and letting her hand find its way down his chest to the partial erection there, enjoying the look of shock on his face. “Am I supposed to blush and run now, Caleb...?”

His eyes were wide, dark as he stared down at her, his breath hitching. “Who are you and what have you done to the annoying bitch I know?”

Her fingers cupped him, tightening slightly at the bitch comment. “She’s back in the toy chest Asher pulled her out of. He said you wanted sweetness... I’ve tried that... It hasn’t worked.” She stroked his now throbbing member through his pants. “This... however, seems to have gotten you attention.”

Caleb grabbed those oh-so-talented fingers, stilling them. “You’ve got my full attention, Babe, trust me... but you’re going to explain the Asher comment before this goes any further.”

Megan looked heavenward, rolling her eyes as she stepped back. “Asher’s... he told me, after he began ‘wooing’-so his word, not mine- me, that your life had been harder than average and that his dream was for you to meet a sweet woman like me-he thinks I’m sweet. I don’t really know why. I’m not. I like animals. I like kids and old people. I make nice gestures like opening doors and the like, but I’m not sweet. I-”

“Alright-can you start making sense again? You’ve lost me.” Caleb bit back a grin at the sexy spit-fire Megan was turning into.... Oh, but she was sexy when she glared.

“Fine.” She bit off the word. “In hopes that in some, small, demented corner of my reality, I could have both you and Asher in my bed, I stupidly began to... act ‘sweeter’... then the damn accident...”

“You’re actually saying that you want to be in a Menage a’ Trois with Asher and I?” He couldn’t stop a smirk. “Miss-so-damn-perfect-and-untouchable wants to be fucked by two men? A vampire and a wereleopard?” He laughed, looking her over. “And you thought that by being sweet you could do it?”

Megan fisted her hands, taking a step back from him without realizing it. “Fuck off.” Turning, she moved hurriedly back to the kitchen, hearing Caleb follow her even as he laughed. “Would you just stop it, already?” She whirled, gripping the granite counter, grinding her teeth.

“Aw... come on, *Sweetness*... You seemed eager enough for me earlier...”

“Yeah... well... not now, Caleb. Just leave me alone.” She jumped as she felt his hands on her hips.

“Hm... let me think...” He grinned, sniffing along the curve of her neck, his warm breath sending an involuntary shiver down her spine as he pretended to ponder the request. “No.”

Megan made a small growling noise in her throat, trying to turn in his arms, only to have his hands still her, pressing her hips back against him and into his erection. “Caleb, just... let me go!”

“Look, Babe... I think, that you having tried what you did is... sweet... for lack of a better word....” He grinned, catching her hand before she completed her turn to smack him, licking the palm. “Mm... spun sugar.”

“You are so full of it!” Megan jerked at her hand, still incensed, swearing when he just moved closer.

“Babe, you know it...”Caleb leaned forward, nuzzling the hollow of her throat as he pressed her into the counter, his hands feeling the soft swell of her hips.

“Caleb, damn it, just let me go! This is humiliating enough already. I don’t need a pity fuck!” That seemed to get his attention. He straightened, glaring at her, before shaking his head.

“You really think the reason I’ve got a hard on the size of Texas and the crazy ass urge to fuck you is out of pity? You really don’t know men, do you, Babe?”Caleb saw her eyes drop to his fly before meeting his again, her cheeks flaming. “Don’t bother answering. The point, Sugar...” He drew out the new nickname, liking it much better, considering, before going on, “Is that I’m going to fuck you. Hard. And you’re going to like it... because I know you will... Then... then, we’re going to come up with a plan.”

“P... plan?” Damn. Her voice was all breathy... And she just knew he’d be able to smell how much he’d affected her with that little speech. Megan drew her lower lip into her mouth, biting at it as she met his gaze.

“Mm... plan. We’re going to teach Asher a lesson.” He watched as Megan opened her mouth to reply. Seizing the chance, he leaned down, covering her lips with his in a kiss meant to consume.

She whimpered, unable to stop herself from responding to his kiss, her fingers sliding into his hair as he pushed closer still, sliding a knee between her thighs to press against her.

Caleb moaned at the taste of her, his knee moving against the denim covered warmth he ached so much to explore. She tasted of cigarettes, sin and temptation.

Megan broke the kiss, nipping at his jaw as she swivelled her hips, pressing still closer to him. “Touch me, Caleb... I know you want to...”

He licked his lips, then reached, tugging off her shirt, his hands cupping her breasts through the sexy little cotton bra she was wearing, making her moan at the contact, her nipples pressing like hard little pebbles into his palms.

She arched her back, pushing his shirt up and out of the way, her fingers stroking along the muscle she found there. “I... Taste me...”

He pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling slightly to make her whimper. “Taste you where? Tell me, Megan.”

“I... my breasts... please...” She rocked her hips, nearly riding his thigh.

“Suck? Bite? Lick? Tell me...” He nipped at her pulse, sucking it into his mouth with the pure intent of marking her as he bit down.

She cried out, grabbing at him. “Off... bra, take it off...”

He laughed softly, disposing of the layer of fabric, before bending his head and nuzzling her breasts. “Tell me, Sugar.”

“S...suck them...”

“Where? Here?” He sucked a spot on the slope of her breast, leaving a mark there too as she moaned and pushed those pretty breasts closer.

“My... my nipples... Caleb-” He granted her request, and she writhed against him, the scent of her arousal filling the air.

He tortured and pleased her for what seemed like eternity, biting and licking... sucking as she begged.

Megan looked at him with heated eyes. “You like tasting?”

He smirked. “Mm... ask me, Megan-no, tell me... tell me to eat that pretty little pussy of yours... right here in the kitchen... Tell me...” His voice was low, husky, demanding, and it was as if she had no choice but to obey the sinful order.

Within moments, she was naked and sprawled across the table with Caleb staring at her. “Fucking hell, Sugar! Are you trying to kill me? You’re bare... completely..” Caleb cupped her smooth little mound, trying to comprehend its lack of curls.

Megan squirmed, pushing against his hand. “Caleb... please... jus-”

“Mm... this was a surprise, Sugar-at least let me look...” Caleb placed his hands on her knees, pushing them up and apart, utterly exposing her wetness to him.

He swallowed, licking his lips as he traced her with a finger. “Touch yourself...”

“Wha...?” She sat up on her elbows. “I thought-”

“I will... but I want to see you touch this pretty pussy first... Now finger yourself.”

Megan scowled at him for a moment before lowering a hand, sliding it slowly down her abdomen and tracing her seeping slit, then spreading her natural lubrication over her clit, which she rolled between two fingers. She cried out, her eyes closing as she then inserted the fingers into herself, her thumb finding her clit and rubbing the nub in small circles.

“Taste yourself.”

The order made her open her eyes. “But-”

“I know you’re near coming-which you’re not doing until I say you can. Now taste yourself.” Caleb had stripped somehow without her noticing, and her eyes widened.

“I want-”

“Just taste yourself!”

Megan jerked, raising two dripping fingers from her wetness to her mouth, licking them clean with long slow licks of her tongue that had Caleb groaning as she met his gaze.

Pushing her thighs further apart, he bent and deeply kissed her weeping center, making her groan and struggle to hold still.

His tongue found her clit, setting her on fire and making her writhe as he sucked and licked at the tender nubbin of flesh.

“C...Caleb... please... oh, like that, please, God... oh God, Caleb!” She screamed, her hips bucking as she came.

Caleb licked at her until her orgasm subsided, then met her gaze with hot eyes. “I need you. Now.”

She reached out, grasping his firm length and stroking, shifting enough that she could duck her head down and taste him, licking away the precum from the slit at the tip of him. She whimpered at the taste, sucking, only to be pulled roughly away and pinned to the table, hands above her head as he pressed between her thighs.

“Tell me Megan... use that pretty mouth to tell me to fuck you... tell me...” He nipped at her mouth, jaw, neck, and shoulders as he lowered one hand to position himself outside of her entrance.

“Please... fuck me... fill me...”

He did so slowly at first before he pulled mostly out, then slammed home again, beginning a brutal pace that had them both swearing, gasping... panting, moaning, and begging for more.

Megan’s nails dug into his shoulders, her legs around his waist as they moved. Already, she could feel another orgasm coming, and she whimpered, feeling her breasts bounce with the force of his thrusts.

Caleb nipped at her shoulder, not recalling when he’d let go of her hands and not caring. The pain was making it all the sweeter. “God, Sugar, come for me...”

She screamed, her body milking his as she climaxed, coaxing him to follow within a few thrusts, growling her name against her throat.

Megan shuddered as they lay there, feeling him kiss her neck, nuzzling her.

“So... Asher’s been a naughty vampire... How do we punish him?”
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