“I smell sex,” Morgan said softly, inching closer to me. “What are you doing to her, Anton?”

  Anton flipped the tablecloth back to reveal his fingers buried in my pussy. He gave me a meaningful look and I closed my eyes in assent. “Care to join me, mon ami?”

  Morgan touched my shoulder. “Lillith?”

  I merely smiled and reached for his hand, guiding it between my legs. After all, it was Anton’s suggestion, and I loved Morgan. It was all the invitation he needed to move closer and reach beneath the tablecloth. He lifted my right leg and draped it over his left, allowing him greater access. Anton observed this and did the same, spreading me wide, covered only by the white tablecloth.

  “These panties need to go, Lillith,” Morgan murmured. “May I?”

  “But of course,” I said, opening my eyes to meet his gaze.

  The material cut into me as Morgan yanked the panties from my body. He tugged them from beneath me and stuffed them in his jacket pocket. “That’s much better, non?”

  Controlling my breathing was a chore as Morgan began to caress my inner thigh. “Your skin is like satin, ma beau. Anton is a lucky man.”

  I rolled my head to the left and met Anton’s eyes. “Yes, he is, aren’t you darling?”

  “The luckiest,” Anton agreed. “Perhaps when we are done with Fabiene and Celine, Morgan can come home with us and we can show him just how lucky I am.”

  I smiled. Sharing me was not something Anton took lightly. “Whatever you like, darling.” I looked at Morgan. “Would you care to join us later, Morgan?”

  Morgan’s fingers dipped into my pussy and pumped me several times. “I would adore it, love. And I can promise you, I won’t disappoint.” Having said that, he set a rhythm with his fingers as Anton massaged my swollen bud, both of them driving me to the edge of an exquisite orgasm, then pulling me back.

  “Ne vous arrêtez pas, damnez vous,” I cursed them. Don’t stop, damn you. But they did, stroking the sensitive flesh of my thighs, plying their fingers through my bush, tugging at my labial lips. I could feel my pussy weeping juice all over the seat.

  “Ah,” Anton said, and leaned toward Morgan. “The DJ returns. Once he gets going, no one will hear her cries of pleasure.” He looked at me then. “And you will cry out, cher.”

  “Yes,” Morgan confirmed. “And later tonight, you will scream.”

  My two men grinned at each other. I had to wonder what I’d gotten myself into with two such virile men.

  The DJ started out playing a heavy metal number guaranteed to burst the strongest eardrums. With the first guitar licks, Anton and Morgan began the work of tuning me up. Anton went back to work on my clit while Morgan played with my pussy. His index and middle fingers pumped into me while his ring finger stroked the sensitive flesh around my ass. I couldn’t help it, I began to moan.

  Both men leaned forward as though having a conversation between themselves. In actuality, they were telling me what they intended to do to me when they got me home.

  “Have you ever had two men eat your pussy at the same time, ma petite?” Morgan asked. “I should very much like to share that experience with the both of you. Anton takes one side and I the other. We take turns licking that beautiful rosebud.”

  “This one, you mean?” Anton asked, then pressed hard against my clit. I moaned loudly.

  “The very one, mon ami. Then, one moves down to fuck you with his tongue, maybe slip a finger in your tight little ass. So, your clit swells like a ripe berry while another mouth, nibbles and sucks all around your pussy. I think she will like that, don’t you, Anton?”

  “She will love that.” At my audible moan, Anton applied more friction to my clit. “I believe she’s ready, Morgan.”

  “Ah, yes.” He stiffened his fingers and began to work them in and out of my cunt.

  Frankly, I was surprised there wasn’t smoke coming out of my ears. My hands moved restlessly, rubbing and squeezing each engorged cock pressing against the confining denim both men wore.

  “Don’t make a sound,” Morgan told me. “Not a peep, cher. Wouldn’t want to ruin your reputation.”

  “Mmmm,” I moaned, wishing I could reach up and drag someone’s face down for a kiss.

  “That’s my girl,” Anton praised me. “Come on, now. Give it to us or I’ll have to throw you over this table and take you from behind.”

  That did it. I clenched my teeth and grunted as my pussy began to pulse around Morgan’s fingers. When he shoved his ring finger deeper into my ass, I yelped, “Oh!” Thankfully, the music was playing loudly enough that no one heard me.

  Thank goodness it was several minutes later before Fabiene and Celine joined us.

  Chapter Four

  When Fabiene Robichaud and his girlfriend, Celine Moreau arrived, Anton rose to greet them. Fabiene was as tall and dark as Anton, his French ancestry evident in his manner as well as his look. Anton grasped his hand. “Mon ami, it has been far too long since we’ve seen one another.” He leaned down and placed kisses on both of Celine’s cheeks. Some of his Parisian habits would never die and locals found the double kiss quaint. He gestured for Celine to sit next to Lillith, then waited for Fabiene to take a seat beside her. “You remember Morgan Michaud?”

  Fabiene cocked his head. “Indeed,” he said, dryly. “Morgan, how are you?”

  Once again Morgan shrugged nonchalantly. “I am well.”

  Drinks were ordered all around. From the look of things, They were going to behave themselves and leave the past in the past. Which was fortunate for Morgan because Fabiene was a powerful witch and a member of the NOPD. Life could become very uncomfortable for anyone crossing Fabiene Robichaud.

  With the drinks delivered and small talk dispensed with, we got down to the business at hand.

  “We asked you to come here because we have an idea about the rapes occurring on the Westside,” Anton began. “Then Morgan presented us with a theory we had not considered. We believe the Westside Rapist is an incubus and that he is raping these women in the hopes of impregnating them.”

  “To what end?” Celine chimed in. She was newly immortal, an adorable, brunette slip of a girl, and required instruction, which I was more than happy to provide.

  “To create what are called Crossbreeds, darling. Many supernatural creatures can take human form and impregnate fertile human women. In the case of an incubus, the progeny would possess both demon and human qualities. A powerful crossbreed made both Anton and Morgan, which is why they are able to eat human food and move around in the light.”

  “What kind of crossbreed?” Celine asked. “Are there so many?”

  “More than you might think, Celine. The creature who created Anton and Morgan is the worst kind — his father was a powerful warlock, his mother a vampire. A very evil vampire who allowed herself to be lured into darkness. When the two mated, their offspring were gifted with an awful power. Crossbreeds are especially dangerous because they are essentially a mix of the entities that spawned them. If we are indeed dealing with an incubus he will possess the power of a demon along with the intellect and self-control of a human. If this monster impregnates strong, healthy, intelligent women, there is no telling what powers his offspring will possess.”

  “Ah.” She turned to Morgan. “And your theory on this, Morgan?”

  Morgan leaned forward, avoiding her eyes, to speak directly to Fabiene. “The women, is there anything special about them?”

  “Such as?” Fabiene asked.

  “What happened to them during Katrina? Did they have the means to evacuate and live comfortably while they were away? Or did they stay and do what it took to survive?”

  We watched as he considered the question. “This last one came from old Louisiana money. Bachelor’s from Tulane, Master’s from Stanford. Computer Software Engineering degrees. Very intelligent. And get this — she was a virgin. Saw the evidence on the sheets myself. Poor girl was devastated.”

  “We must watch her closely, Fabiene,” Anton said. “No child must be allowed to come from this unholy union. And the other victims?”

  “All had the means to leave or the stamina to survive. You’re serious, you think that’s what’s going on here? Selective breeding?”

  I leaned forward and ticked off the evidence on my fingertips. “One, there is no visible means of entrance into the home. Two, the women awake from a dream while he’s fucking them. Three, they have extremely intense orgasms. Four, the assailant deposits copious amounts of semen into them. Five, the semen burns. I believe it is hot in order to facilitate the egg attaching to the uterine wall. Perhaps it prepares the lining of the uterus in some manner or another. Wealthy means healthy and surviving the storm shows the ability to adapt. I believe Morgan is right.” Having spoken my piece, I sat back and listened.

  In the end, it was decided that Robichaud would do background checks on all of the rapist’s victims. He would also provide the three of us with their names and addresses so we could pay them visits while they slept and check for any signs of impregnation. Should that occur, we would terminate the pregnancies while the victims slept. Saying our goodbyes, I clamped my lips together to keep from laughing when Celine reached over and squeezed Morgan’s cock.

  “Tell me you saw that!” Morgan exclaimed as we exited the club.

  I snorted, laughing. “I did see it.” I turned to Anton to explain. “Celine grabbed Morgan’s cock instead of shaking his hand.”

  Anton burst out laughing, much to Morgan’s chagrin.

  “It’s well enough for you to laugh,” Morgan complained. “He didn’t try to take off your head. I told you the wench came on to me.”

  Anton and I doubled over with laughter. “You are just too pretty for your own good, Morgan,” I told him. “Now stop your complaining and come along. I want to stop at the cafe before we go home.”

  Anton wagged his eyebrows at me. “Better have a beignet too, ma petite. You’re going to need your energy.”

  “Really. You think I can’t handle you two pups? Remember, I’m ever so much older than both of you.”

  “Yes, you are, and very well preserved, I might add.” This earned him a playful slap on the arm. “You see how she treats me, Morgan?” He grabbed me and pulled me full against him, his hands grabbing my ass. “What you fail to reveal when you brag about your great age, my darling, is that you were a virgin when I first took you.”

  Morgan barked a laugh. “I believe you two are the most fun couple I know. Come along, I’m ready for a café au lait and a beignet.” I smiled and gave him a wink. He was too much the gentleman to say what else he was ready for, at least in such a public place as Jackson Square.

  We ordered our coffee to go and strolled up St. Anne Street to Chartres. We chatted as we nibbled our sugary treats and sipped the rich café au lait, eventually turning up Pirate Alley toward Royal.

  “So how is work coming on the old building?” Morgan asked.

  “Slow, as you will see momentarily, non? But I have a marvelous contractor and he is staying true to the history of the building.”

  “Well, that’s something, at least. And have you decided on tenants or not?”

  I shuddered at the prospect. “No tenants, mon ami. I like my privacy.”

  “Still, all that space for one person. Will you have shops on the ground floor?”

  “Non. That would defeat the purpose, and I don’t need the income. Why all the questions, darling? Do you need a place to live?”

  “Not really. I just find myself at loose ends since…” He shrugged and smiled. “I thought it would be nice to be near friends.”

  I looked at Anton and he shrugged as well. It seemed there was an epidemic of conversation through body language. Morgan was lonely and Anton would not object if I chose to rent to him.

  “Perhaps we could work something out. Let me talk to my contractor.” I placed my hand on his cheek. “The idea has merit, especially in light of what is happening in the city.”

  “Of course. I would not wish to intrude on your privacy, naturally.”

  “Naturally.” We turned the corner and let ourselves in through the locked courtyard gate. “Here we are, darlings. Allow me a moment to refresh myself?” I hurried up the stairs ahead of them.

  When I walked out of the bathroom, nude, Morgan smiled appreciatively. “Gentlemen, I thought you would have disrobed by now.” I walked slowly to Anton and squeezed his cock through his clothes. “Release the beast, cher.” Behind me, I heard Morgan chuckle and the sounds of clothes dropping to the floor. I kissed Anton, deeply, conveying my love for him, and turned to Morgan.

  I never had carnal thoughts about other men. Anton was all I needed, would ever need, in a partner, but I confess the moment I saw Morgan sans clothes, my pulse raced. He was a splendid specimen. Tall, like Anton, but with a heavier build that was all muscle. His shoulders were broad and strong, his arms honed from hours with weights. An artist could have sculpted his lightly furred chest. He was thicker through the waist and hips than Anton, but that had more to do with his general build than any accumulation of excess body fat. His cock was long and thick, extending nearly to his navel when fully erect, as it was

  now. I took my time studying his form, nodding my appreciation. “How beautiful you are, Morgan,” I told him as I ran my hands across his chest. “And very well made, indeed.”

  Anton stepped up behind me, positioning me in front of the mirrored bathroom door. His hands moved around me to cup my full breasts, lifting them in offering to Morgan. His lips traced the line of my shoulder, moved to nibble at the crook of my neck, then up to nip at my ear. “Watch, cher.” His voice was soft, seductive, and as thick with desire as his cock pressing against my ass.

  I watched, hypnotized with fascination as Morgan knelt before me and started suckling at my breasts. His hands were free to roam my body while Anton held my breasts for him, and roam they did, stroking my belly, my hips, moving to caress my legs, easing them apart. He lifted one trim leg and placed it over his shoulder, and began to tease the skin of my inner thigh with his soft tongue. He avoided my pussy at all cost, eliciting a frustrated groan from me. He chuckled.

  “So anxious.” He looked up at Anton. “We promised her two men eating her pussy, my friend. We must not go back on our word.” He lowered my foot to the plush Aubusson carpet, pulling me close, resting his cheek on my belly.

  My eyes met Anton’s in the mirror and he grinned. “I know just the thing.” He crossed the room in a trice and returned with the Esse lounge and a scoop-shaped pillow, positioning them in front of the mirror. “For your comfort and viewing pleasure, Madame.” Ah, he was pulling out all the stops and using the sex furniture we had purchased on our last trip to Atlanta. He placed the scoop in the center of the curved chaise and positioned me so that my ass rested atop the higher end of the S-shaped lounge.

  I heard Morgan gasp when Anton pulled out the tethered cuffs and wrapped them around my ankles. He handed Morgan the wrist cuffs. “Put these on her and attach them to the sides of the chaise. We don’t want her wiggling around and distracting us, do we mon ami?”

  Morgan’s voice cracked. “But of course not.” He attached the cuffs to my wrist, effectively securing my arms. “How deliciously naughty you two are. I had no idea.” I laughed softly, watching as he moved to the foot of the chaise.

  “Shall we enjoy our feast, my friend?” Anton dipped a handmade feather duster into a tin of honey-dust body powder he’d retrieved from the bedside table and lightly dispersed the silky-smooth concoction from my feet to my spread out thighs. He lifted my foot to his mouth and licked the instep before suckling my toes. Morgan watched for a moment, savoring my trembling reaction, and then began to feed on my other foot.

  How can I describe what I was feeling? Two hot, questing mouths, nibbled at my feet, spread me wider and began their slow, methodical jaunt to the delta between my thighs. Both were making greedy, sucking sounds which created a river of heated juices to flow from my very core. They hauled my ass to the edge of the chaise and raised my legs to position my feet just so. Anton placed a wedge shaped pillow beneath my shoulders to raise my upper body, allowing me to watch in the mirror. Then he opened a bottle of body oil and smiled seductively. “Cinnamon chocolate flavor.” He drizzled a small amount on his fingers and spread it around my swollen lips and anus. Morgan followed suit, massaging the spicy-sweet oil over my clit and into my cunt. Immediately, the tender flesh began to heat and I moaned.

  “Oh, yes” My gentle pleas spurred them to action. I watched as Anton inserted an oil-slicked finger into my anus, working it deep into that narrow tunnel. I sighed again and murmured, “More.”

  Anton reached for Morgan’s hand. “The lady wants more.” Morgan licked his lips and slid his finger into my ass next to Anton’s.

  “Yes,” I sighed. “Oh, my beautiful lovers.” I gave myself up to the feel of their fingers working in unison, stretching me, fucking my sensitive anus as the cinnamon heated every inch of flesh between my legs.

  Two tongues, silky soft, began their exploration of my burning pussy. Mouths opened to suckle my labial lips, pulling the folds inside. Their free hands opened me and they licked the soft inner flesh, beginning at the point where my ass was being so sweetly tended and moving leisurely upward. My clit was trapped in a tongue vice as each took one side and pressed against it, moving in concert. I made no attempt to hide my cries of rapture as their fingers pumped my ass and their mouths ravaged my pussy.

  I could feel my body preparing for a shattering orgasm. It was as if my pussy was swelling to twice its size. I could almost feel the very life’s blood of my body rushing to my cunt. The heat. Oh, the glorious heat. It radiated from deep in my belly outward.

  “Oh, blessed mother!” My hips jerked and tossed so that my men had to hold me in place lest I dislodge their thrusting fingers. My back arched and I rose off the cushion as far as the restraints would allow. “Oh, my Goddess!” I screamed. My entire body stiffened, paralyzed for a moment, then shuddered and shook as I came in an explosion of cream that was quickly lapped up by my two lovers.