Kiss Across Time (Kiss Across Time Series) Page 4

  “Language and all. It’s been a long, long time since I heard the language of my enemies. I had a hard time just sitting here.” Brody cleared his throat and glanced at Veris. “I knew you’d have it down, but her? It was like she was born to it.”

  Veris shook his head. “I don’t know what’s going on. But for the time I was in it, I was home. Except for that one word.” He looked at her. “You said ‘fuck’.”

  Taylor nodded. “I knew it was the wrong word even as I said it but I couldn’t think of the right one. It’s like having a dual personality. A modern one and an ancient one.” She sat on the edge of the coffee table and swiveled so she was looking at them. “I’m right, aren’t I? That was Anglo-Saxon we were speaking? We were somewhere in Scandinavia, preparing to invade Britain?”

  “Norway,” Veris said flatly. “Or what was to become Norway. It was where I was born…in the year four hundred and thirty-nine.”

  Taylor nodded, absorbing that.

  Right.

  She leapt for the door but Veris was there before her, even though she was closer by a dozen feet. She had known he would be that fast, even before she made the move. Only something more than human could have ripped a leather skirt and bustier from her body.

  “You have nothing to fear from us, Taylor Yates,” he said softly, his back against the door. “Especially now I have tasted your flesh.”

  She moaned a little as her fear tried to take over. “Of course…it’s both of you, isn’t it?” She backed up until she could see both of them at once and that put her into the corner of the room.

  Brody still sat on the chair in the silk robe, unmoved, but she knew that he could react as fast as Veris if he needed to. “I suppose you really don’t need those wires they used tonight, huh?” she said.

  “I’m a vampire, not a ghost.” He seemed offended.

  “Why didn’t what happened just now happen out there?”

  “Aren’t you glad it didn’t?” he responded, with a grin.

  She wasn’t sure where the giggle came from but suddenly she was laughing. It didn’t sound like healthy laughter either. It was torn from her body, straining her vocal chords and making her head ache and her temples throb.

  Veris picked her up. “That was one piece of information too much for you, I’m thinking.” His accent was suddenly thicker than she had ever heard it, as if he was relaxing, letting her hear the real Veris. She was lowered onto warmth and heat. “Rub her. Keep her warm. She’s hysterical.”

  “Yes, doctor.” Brody’s voice. Rumbling next to her. His hands were rubbing her arms, her thighs. Veris had dumped her in Brody’s lap.

  “I am not hysterical!” she screamed and burst into tears, proving that Veris was at least partially right.

  * * * * *

  When her tears had dried, Taylor realized that Brody was still rubbing, still stroking and that she liked it.

  The two men—vampires, her tired mind corrected but she slid over that one with queasy self-denial—were conversing softly in a language she didn’t understand and wasn’t even sure she could name. But if they had lived for centuries, wouldn’t they know a few dozen languages and dialects that the world had all but forgotten? Hell, she had been speaking to Veris in Old English and there were less than a thousand people who could speak that language fluently any more.

  “If you two were born as enemies, how did you become lovers?” she asked, lifting her head from Brody’s shoulder.

  They both fell silent. Veris glanced at Brody.

  “Who said we were enemies?” Brody asked.

  “When you kissed me, we went back to fifth century Britain, Brody. I know that time. I’m an expert in it. I can speak the languages without having to kiss you and fall into some sort of spell to do it. I saw the building we were in and heard the language we were speaking. It was pure Irish, with local idioms for Britain of the time. Plus we spoke of Arthur. Arturos, in Celtic. King Arthur. You were an officer for Arthur and you were preparing for all-out war against the coming Saxons, after a period of settled peace. That has to be Camlann. Arthur’s death and the Saxon victory.” She looked at Veris. “Were you there?”

  He took a breath. And another. “Yes.” His gaze cut away from her.

  She lifted her head to look at Brody. “Were you?”

  Brody was frowning. “Yes, but not as a soldier. I was only thirteen when my father died at Camlann.”

  “Your father was a soldier?”

  “No.” Something in Brody’s eyes shuttered closed and Taylor knew she would get no more information from him about it.

  “You did not meet Veris at that time, then,” she concluded.

  “We met in Jerusalem, during the Crusades,” Veris said. “By then, the stench of being Saxon was less of a burden than that of being anything but a Christian.”

  Brody’s fingers were stroking her neck above the robe. She hated that she wanted to purr as he did it. “You’ve been together that long?” Even her voice was lower, thick with lust.

  “On and off,” Brody murmured. “Sometimes one of us will want to follow our own adventure and go off for a year or two.”

  “But he always comes back,” Veris ended. His hand lightly touched her ankle and began to stroke and her heart fluttered. She realized then that they were seducing her in slow degrees, trying not to alarm her, but intent on having her once more.

  Both of them.

  Her clit bloomed and throbbed at the thought. She left her head against Brody’s chest as his fingers continued to stroke the nape of her neck and ease her robe off her shoulder. She had only a few minutes left in which to make any sort of protest, or it would be too late.

  Then a cool voice spoke in her mind. Who was she fooling? She had already fucked Veris. In her mind, she had fucked Brody. Because of some technical hitch, possibly the roadies hauling on the wires keeping Brody in the air, they hadn’t physically consummated the act. But in her mind, she was guilty.

  So why was she being coy now? Because she had discovered that they were vampires? Veris had indicated that somehow, the act of fucking her put them in a position of obligation and that made it safer for her to be with them.

  So Taylor lifted her head again and deliberately kissed Brody, giving him as clear a signal as she could. She was delighted to hear his breath catch and his hand still. “Mhuirnin,” he murmured against her lips.

  Veris’ hands were on her robe, loosening the tie, parting the thick toweling fronts and peeling it from her as Brody turned her in his lap so her back was against his chest. He was a tall man—not as tall as Veris but even so, sitting on his lap, her head still barely lifted above his.

  Veris kissed her softly. He still wore his pants but she could see the top of his cock thrusting above the half-open fly. He was aroused and excited. He let her lips go and turned his head to kiss Brody with just as much gentleness.

  Then, showing no sign of effort, he picked Taylor up around the waist, flipped her over and laid her over the big padded arm of the chair so that her ass was up in the air and her head was in Brody’s lap. She saw Brody’s already stiff cock twitch and his hand slid into her hair.

  His hips gave a little helpless thrust up.

  Veris was behind her, caressing her cheeks, spreading them, making her feel wickedly exposed and vulnerable.

  She wriggled on the arm of the chair. “Fuck me,” she begged, looking over her shoulder.

  “I have a better idea,” he told her. He slid a finger through the slick dampness of her cleft. She was shockingly wet. Dripping with moisture. For one ecstatic moment, he stroked her clitoris, making her moan and arch on the chair.

  Brody’s groan echoed hers as his hand clenched in her hair. He guided her hand to his cock and curled her fingers about the shaft and hissed as she slid her hand along its length, bumping over the flaring red edges of the head.

  Veris brought his dampened finger to her anus and pressed it against the hole. Taylor gasped at the strange sensation.

 
“You’ve never been fucked in the ass, have you?” Veris said.

  “No.”

  “We want to,” Brody said, his voice hoarse with longing.

  Taylor struggled to stand up but Brody caught her face in his hands. “It’s delicious,” he told her. “For a woman, it’s the most mind-blowing, powerful orgasm you’ve ever experienced. Two men inside you at once, both of them making you come. We have a unique gift that makes it very special.”

  She searched his face but could see no sign of a lie there.

  “I’m trusting you,” she said.

  “You can,” he said flatly. He looked at Veris and nodded as she relaxed.

  She heard Veris move away and the sound of a zipper and small rustling sounds. Then he returned. “Lubricant,” he said softly. “Lots and lots of it for a virgin like you. Relax, Taylor. We know what we’re doing. We’ve done this thousands of times.”

  Brody was smiling.

  “With women too, hmmm?” she asked and caught her breath as cool gel touched her ass and slipped between her cheeks.

  Veris pushed out his breath. “God, that looks so sexy, sliding across your white flesh like that. Makes me want to eat you.”

  Brody chuckled. “He means that in the literal sense too.”

  She gulped.

  Veris’ lips touched the back of her shoulder and his fingers toyed with her nipple, making her arch and gasp. “He’s teasing.”

  His fingers spread the gel around her ass and pushed gently into it and it was an odd but erotic sensation. She caught her breath and found she was pushing back, encouraging him. He drove more of the gel into her, sliding his finger around the muscle, stretching it. Then he pushed a second finger inside. It stretched her, but not in an unpleasant way. His fingers moved and pressed open. He was preparing her, training the muscles.

  Taylor gasped, her eyes widening.

  Brody kissed her, his hands capturing her breasts and toying with the nipples and tweaking them. The sweet sensations blended with the mildly uncomfortable ones and she began to writhe on the arm of the chair, panting into Brody’s mouth as he controlled her pleasure.

  After what seemed an eon, Veris released her. He picked her up once more, with an ease that made it seem like she weighed no more than a rag doll—or his spear, her mind insisted—and kissed her quickly and hard on the lips. “Were but it my turn,” he growled.

  “Idiom, Veris,” Brody snapped.

  “The door’s closed,” Veris said, not even looking at his mate. He handed Taylor to him, lowering her down into his lap. “Hurt her and I’ll kill you myself.”

  “He’s a teddy bear, really,” Brody whispered, his hands around her waist, as Veris crouched down before them and draped her legs on either side of Brody’s thighs. As Brody’s knees were already apart on the chair, it spread her wide open.

  Brody lifted her up as easily as Veris did and brought her down carefully upon his cock. He paused with the tip pushed against her ass. “Take a deep breath and relax, Taylor,” he said as she tensed. “Let everything open up.”

  She took the deep breath and magically, everything did open up. She felt herself relax as he described and his cock pushed inside. He didn’t thrust inside but nudged in a fraction of an inch at a time until a few minutes later, she was resting with the full length of his cock buried in her.

  Veris’ own cock was throbbing, clear evidence that he found the sight of her impaled upon Brody highly arousing.

  Brody turned her head and kissed her. “You’re so tight and hot. I could come with the slightest jolt now.”

  “Your coming is not on the agenda, my friend,” Veris pointed out with a growl. “Why don’t you make yourself useful, at least?”

  Taylor gasped as Brody gave a hungry rumble and slid his hands up to cup her breasts. “With pleasure,” he murmured, squeezing them and pinching the nipples.

  “I have something else to do,” Veris said. He stroked the insides of Taylor’s thighs, making the sensitive flesh there quiver.

  She licked her lips. “You aren’t going to fuck me too?”

  “Not this time,” he said. “We don’t want to overwhelm you all at once, and this one will take the top of your head off anyway.” He grinned.

  She caught her breath at the sheer devilment in his eyes but before she could question him further, his fingers slid into her sopping pussy. Deep in. She cried out, as the asymmetrical knuckles and broad fingers stroked her insides. His gazed locked with hers, as his fingers worked. “I can feel you, Taylor. I can feel you coming.” His fingers were sliding in and out of her as he spoke, coaxing the climax along.

  Taylor’s breath was shortening. Brody’s hands on her breasts were teasing, lightly pinching, his fingernails catching on the tips of her nipples and that alone would have been enough for her to squirm endlessly.

  Added to that Veris’ deep, thick probing with his fingers and Brody’s cock in her ass and she was so close to orgasm she could barely think. She clutched at the big padded arms of the chair, gasping, her hips thrusting helplessly. “Please!” she begged hoarsely.

  Veris’ lips curled in a ghost of a smile. Her desperation pleased him. His gaze flickered toward Brody.

  Brody’s hand lifted to her neck and pulled her hair away. “Come for us,” he crooned, his lips brushing the nape of her neck, his teeth scraping lightly over the flesh, making her hypersensitive nerves flare with silvery pleasure.

  Veris lowered his head and his lips fastened over her clit, sucking it into his mouth. His tongue and teeth began to feast on her clit and lower lips, stroking them, sucking on them. His tongue flickered and probed.

  Taylor clutched at his head, as overwhelming sensation slammed through her. Her orgasm was rushing at her now. As it built from her toes, she felt Brody’s teeth pierce the flesh of her shoulder. For less than a second it hurt, not even that.

  Then the orgasm shifted and became something else. Something better. Hot pleasure rushed through her like molten lava on an express train whistling past at supersonic speeds.

  Taylor threw her head back and screamed, her entire body locking into the consistency of iron as the climax ripped through her nervous system. She bucked on the chair, her body clenching around Brody’s cock and she heard him give a hard oath, his hands on her hips, as her spasming body and the power of this special orgasm brought on his own.

  Finally, she fell limp and almost exhausted back against Brody’s chest. Her nerve endings felt as if they were in tatters. Her heart was running fast and weak.

  Veris withdrew his fingers from her pussy and sat on the coffee table, with a satisfied half-smile.

  Brody brushed her hair from her face. “You see?” he said and he sounded just as drained as she did.

  She giggled. This time it wasn’t a precursor to hysteria. It was just a giggle. She put her hand over her mouth. “Lord, I haven’t giggled like a schoolgirl for years.”

  Veris was smiling too.

  Brody’s hands gripped her hips more firmly and lifted her gently off his cock. He placed her on her feet. “I’m guessing you’ll be wanting to use the washroom,” he said. “Help yourself to anything in there, including the clothes. Veris owes you for tearing your own apart.”

  Taylor was grateful for the opportunity to clean up. The bathroom was a full one and she showered and cleaned every inch of herself, including the ten pounds of black eye makeup she was surprised to find was still more or less intact.

  There was a rolling clothes rack against one wall. She went through the clothes hanging on it and found a black, long-sleeved tee shirt that was sized to fit a man of Veris’ dimensions. It had the band’s logo on it.

  She slipped it over her head. It was a dress on her. She rolled up the sleeves then pushed them so they stayed above her wrists. The V-neck of the shirt came down between her breasts and could be called provocative—especially as she had no bra to wear.

  She applied fresh makeup from the limited supplies in her bag and helped herself to the moi
sturizer on the counter. While she was doing that, she grew aware of voices beyond the bathroom door. Brody and Veris were talking quickly and it sounded quite heated, but she couldn’t make out words. After a minute she realized they weren’t speaking English. Old English? Irish Gaelic? Celtic? One of their intimate dead languages—it didn’t matter. They would have chosen one they knew she couldn’t follow. It seemed she wasn’t the only one with an agenda.

  She stepped out of the bathroom, her bag clutched in her hand and they both straightened up from their conspirative huddle. They hadn’t moved from where she had left them. Veris sat on the coffee table, Brody in the chair. One blond. One dark. Ancient enemies, plotting together.

  Taylor cleared her throat.

  Brody stood up, wrapping the robe about him. “Arena management are shutting up shop. We actually live in Beverly Hills, but they make me stay in a local hotel for the night so fans don’t track me back home. It’s a security thing. Anyway, normally we…I would head back home—to the hotel, I mean,”

  “Alone, he means,” Veris added.

  Taylor nodded. “My friend Andy who I came to the concert with explained about the backstage pass. I realize I’m not the first fan to get a pass back here, Brody. I’m not about to break down and cry about it.”

  “Didn’t think you were.” Brody grinned. His black eyes were dancing. “But you’re not a fan, are you?”

  She shook her head, aware that Veris was watching her intently with his blue eyes, missing nothing. “No.”

  “That’s good,” Brody said, crossing his arms. “Because we’re not kicking you out. We’re taking you back to the hotel with us.”

  Chapter Five

  Taylor squeezed the handles on her shoulder bag. “Were you planning on asking anywhere along here?”

  Brody gave a short laugh. “No.” He seemed incredulous.

  Veris stood up. “Your sensibilities are unnecessary burdens, Taylor,” he rumbled. “You came here with a purpose tonight and it wasn’t to attend a death metal concert. Don’t pretend that coming back to the hotel with us doesn’t further that purpose. You and I both know what your mission in life is.”