“Uncuff me now!” I demanded. Anton hurried to do my bidding and when he released my wrists, I pulled him to me for a passionate kiss. I rolled onto my stomach and patted the scoop in front of me. “I want your cock in my mouth,” I told Anton. “I want you to fuck my mouth until you come.” I was in the perfect position for Morgan to take me from behind. “I need you inside me, Morgan.”

  “My pleasure, Madame. Shall I coat myself with this oil and make you burn for my cock?”

  I laughed softly. “Do that, darling, then hand it to me. I believe Anton’s could use a little heat, too.”

  I poured the cinnamon-chocolate body oil in my palms and rubbed them together before grasping Anton’s cock in one hand and his balls in the other. He groaned as I worked the oil into his flesh. “Fuck her, Morgan. I want to see you slide into her.”

  I felt the head of Morgan’s cock penetrate the folds of my pussy and lowered my mouth to Anton’s. When Anton cried, “Now!” my pussy and mouth were breached at the same time.

  “Hard, Morgan,” I commanded, then went back to Anton’s twitching cock.

  Morgan was large and my cunt stretched to accommodate his size. Oh, lord, the feel of him plunging deep into me, then retreating and slamming into me again. I wouldn’t last long, could already feel myself building to a climax. I increased the suction on Anton’s cock and gently squeezed his sac, urging him closer to the edge. Both men mumbled to me — “yes, cher, suck it, suck it hard.” And, “Oh, your pussy’s so tight. Do you want it harder, cher?” I was too polite to talk with my mouth full, so I moved my hips hard against Morgan even as I took Anton deep into my throat. With a husky cry, Anton came, thrusting himself against me as he spilled his seed. I raised my head as my own orgasm overtook me. My cunt clenched around Morgan’s huge cock and he began to shout, plunging into me hard and fast as he shot his load deep inside me. He grabbed my hips and slammed into to me one final time. “Ah, yeah, fuck that’s good!” He slumped across my back wrapping his arms around both Anton and me. “Thank you, my friends,” he whispered.

  “Come shower with me, my loves,” I said, drowsily. “As much as I need sleep, I need a shower more.”

  Anton rose and padded to the bathroom, turning on the shower, as I gave Morgan a shove to get him moving. We took turns washing one another but, sexually sated, made quick work of the task.

  As dawn approached, Anton closed and shuttered the windows, drawing the heavy velvet drapes across them to plunge the room into darkness. Murmuring words of love and affection, we spooned around each other and slept.

  Chapter Five

  I woke in the twilight to find my leg thrown over Morgan’s hip, his cock buried to the hilt inside me as Anton maneuvered his hips beneath my backside and penetrated my ass. Their legs entwined and held me firmly in place. Anton grasped my breast, rolling the nipples between his fingers and they both began to move, thrusting into me slowly, teasing me fully awake with fingers and mouths.

  “Good evening, cher,” they said in unison. Anton traced light kisses across my back as Morgan thrust his tongue into my mouth, kissing me passionately.

  “Gentlemen,” I gasped when he broke the kiss. “Oh, blessed mother! Faster!”

  “Non, greedy girl,” Anton purred, caressing my ass. “Slow and easy does it.”

  They alternated their movement so when Anton withdrew, Morgan sank in deep, heightening the feeling to a degree I hadn’t known existed. Morgan wedged a hand between my legs and lazily circled my clit with his middle finger, pressing, flicking, and generally stimulating the sensitive bud until I was a quivering mass of nerve endings. I begged them to finish me, but they refused, whispering sweet words of love, telling me how they would fuck me slowly, gently, completely, until I was on the verge of screaming their names, only then would they give me what I needed.

  I pressed my face against Morgan’s chest, teased his skin with my tongue, nibbling and tugging until he reached for my chin and pulled my mouth to his. His kiss was very different than Anton’s. Morgan was rough, demanding, his kisses made my lips swell. Anton’s lips teased the sensitive skin on my back until I shivered. I was mumbling gibberish now, as my body twitched and jerked. Finally, blissfully, they increased their pace, their movements back in time once again. Penetrated, front and back, and unable to move of my own volition, they continued to pound into me. “Fuck me, Anton! Give it to me, Morgan!” At last, blessed relief took me, hurled me over the edge. “Come with me, my darlings!” They tumbled with me mere seconds later.

  We lay in a sweaty heap in the middle of the bed as our breathing returned to normal. “I’m hungry,” I told my two men.

  Morgan chuckled. “One can only imagine, ma petite. Shall I call for a delivery or do you want to go out.”

  “I want to shower and then go out. I sense something is afoot this night. We must be alert. Will you join us, Morgan, and help us ease the suffering?”

  “Certainement, ma petite.”

  *

  The faces of the patrons at Café Du Monde said it all. Something was amiss.

  “What happened?” Anton asked as the waiter brought our order.

  “There’s a fire at the sugar refinery out in Gallatin,” the waiter answered. “It just came on the news. No one knows how bad, but there are hundreds of workers on duty.”

  “How terrible.” Anton pulled his American Express card from his wallet and handed it to the waiter. “Tell Giles to have coffee and beignets delivered to the fire and rescue squads as long as needed. And to the workers and their families that gather there as well.” The waiter nodded and hurried back to the kitchen. He returned moments later with a message

  that preparations were underway. He handed Anton his card. “Giles says to pay him tomorrow when you come for breakfast.”

  Morgan raised an eyebrow and looked at Anton. “For the entire fire and rescue squad, plus workers and families? Are you running for mayor, mon ami?”

  I gave Morgan a quelling look. “He seeks no personal gain from his generosity, Morgan. You of all people should know that. Every time there is a disaster, he does this.”

  Morgan had the good grace to look ashamed. “I meant no offense, cher. It was but a joke.”

  I smiled and touched his cheek. “I know. I suppose I am overly defensive when it comes to Anton. Forgive me, darling.” I tapped his cup with my index finger. “Finish your coffee, we must help the suffering.”

  We drained our cups and left our usual tip before departing. The streets were uncommonly quiet as we made our way westward through the Quarter. Shape changing came easy to Anton and Morgan, a simple thought and it was done. I, on the other hand, had to offer up a prayer to The Divine One.

  “Mother, hear my prayer! Let the winds of change raise up this body to do your will. Let the air that is your breath carry me to those in need this night. Bathe me in your radiant light that those who suffer may know your mercy.”

  Having spoken the words, I bent at the waist and ran my hands up my body from the tips of my toes to the top of my head, ending with arms extended above my head, palms together. White, hot light filled the air as the Divine One answered my prayer. Change achieved, we took flight, and headed to the sugar refinery. Anyone looking at the sky that night would see two pitch black ravens flying in the company of a white dove.

  The glow in the distance was visible from miles away. We landed in the parking lot behind the guard shack and materialized again. My protective shield would prevent anyone

  from seeing us enter the inferno, as well as protect my companions. I gathered them to me, offered a prayer to the Goddess for our protection and aid to the suffering.

  “You’re kidding me,” Morgan protested. “You expect us to walk into that hellhole?”

  “The fire will not harm you,” I assured him as we approached the main building. “Watch Anton; do as he does.” I took his hand and pulled him inside.

  The building was thick with acrid smoke and dark as the pits of Hell. None of this hampered us as we passed through the flames in search of living victims.

  “There!” I called to Anton and Morgan. “Under those beams.” We hurried to the injured workers and I scanned them to determine the extent of their injuries. “They are beyond help. I kneeled down beside the men, placing my hands on their heads.

  “Are you an angel?” one asked, reaching toward me. “I am your angel, cher, here to ease your suffering.” The man gave me a frightened look. “I’ve done things; I’m afraid to die.”

  I smiled. “Fear not. Do you regret your sins?

  “Yes.”

  “Do you ask your God for forgiveness?”

  “Yes.”

  I held my hand out to Anton. “He is ready, my love.”

  Anton lifted the man’s badly burned body and cradled him, placing him in a thrall. “Sleep now, friend. Your earthly woes are done.” The man turned his head, offering his neck. Anton’s canines elongated into needle-like fangs that he plunged into the man’s carotid artery. I took the man’s last breath into my body, one of many I would collect for Her this night.

  Morgan watched as Anton and I moved amongst the dying, staying close so I could be there to take each worker’s final breath into my body. As he became comfortable with the task, he ventured deeper into the factory, carrying the victims to me. The worst were those

  near the boilers. Morgan carried one such man to me. “You should hear what he has to say before you free him, ma petite. I have placed him in a thrall so he does not feel the pain.”

  “What is your name, brother?” I asked.

  “Metisse. Etienne Metisse. I was the maintenance foreman in the boiler house.”

  “Can you tell me what happened here?”

  “Oui, lady. The main boiler, she is old, non? We have patched her more times than I can remember. I got records at home to show. The company, she ain’t gon spend the money for a new boiler. They killed us all, cher. You make them pay, eh?”

  I had a decision to make. Allow Anton to turn him so the victims of this disaster would receive justice, or allow him to depart this earth. For me, the decision was clear. Would the Divine One agree? I prayed for guidance. “Anton, come and turn him. He has work yet to do.”

  Anton rushed to my side. “He is badly burned, cher. Are you sure? Can you heal him?”

  “She will allow it. He has proof the fire was caused because of negligence.”

  He did not hesitate a moment longer but lowered his head and drank. Just before Etienne Metisse took his last breath, Anton opened a vein and let his blood drip into the young man’s mouth. A gasp of air filled his lungs and his eyes flew open. He latched onto Anton’s wrist and fed like a greedy pup.

  The newly made vamp did not want to give up his first taste of blood, but I placed my hand on his head and he released Anton. I held out my own wrist and allowed him to feed on my healing blood, though some of the scarring would always be with him. The impact of his accusations against the company would not stand if it appeared this young foreman left his men to be ravaged by the flames. He was Cajun, after all, and the bonds in that community ran deep, he would never have left them. “Cessez, débutant,” I scolded gently. Anton smiled. Cease, fledgling. I’d spoken the same words to him when I claimed him for my own. “Morgan will show you the way out. Tell the papers, tell the news channels. These

  deaths must be avenged. You will have no memory of us, Etienne, but we will find you before the next night falls.”

  As Etienne Metisse staggered after Morgan, Anton and I continued our gruesome work. Burning was a horrible way to die and we left no stone unturned searching for survivors. Those who died before our arrival would eventually make their way to The Divine One, and those who could live without hideous pain were taken to safer areas of the plant where rescue workers would find them. Morgan carried the broken bodies to me with the same tenderness he had shown while making love to me. It warmed my heart to know Morgan would receive redemption one day in return for his service to Her, for he had the taste for it now.

  We worked for hours, easing the pain of the suffering, and collecting the souls of those who would not live. Only those near death could see us, and to them, we were angels. As dawn approached, we had ministered to all those in need of our assistance, and walked from the building bone weary. Catering trucks lined one edge of the parking lot pouring coffee and serving hot beignets to exhausted firefighters and paramedics. Makeshift triage tents were set up to treat the victims of the fire and a temporary morgue stood in stark relief across the lot. We wandered out of sight and I knelt in prayer, summoning my mistress to retrieve her charges. As if from a dream, I heard someone gasp when the Goddess appeared, reaching into my chest to claim her souls. I slumped into Anton’s arms, sighing as he comforted me. I took a moment to recover before we changed again, and flew back to our home on Royal Street. I immediately filled the extra large spa tub with hot water and we all three climbed in, sighing as the jets eased the tension from our bodies.

  “Blessed Goddess, I’m tired,” I said, climbing out of the tub. I wrapped myself in a luxurious bath sheet, and handed one to each of my men. “See you in dreamland.” I kissed each one and practically dragged myself to the bed. They quickly joined me. Wrapped snugly in the center of my own man-sandwich, sleep took me immediately.

  I dreamed I walked beside an expansive river lined in rich green grass. Danu walked along side me, praising me for the work we had done, ready to accept Morgan as a full supplicant if he chose to seek redemption.

  Chapter Six

  We had breakfast at Cafe Beignet, another favorite haunt when we were in the mood for a more substantial morning meal. I ordered the Cajun hash browns, a savory concoction of andouille sausage, potatoes, bell pepper, and red onions, which was served with a generous portion of scrambled eggs and French bread. Anton ordered the omelet soufflé with grits, and Morgan indulged in their amazing Cajun style French Toast. Between our bouts of sexual acrobatics and the exhausting work at the sugar refinery, our bodies required substantial nourishment, although Anton and Morgan suffered less due to the intake of fresh blood they’d consumed the previous evening.

  After breakfast, Morgan and I walked with Anton to Café Du Monde, where he dutifully paid for his generosity. He signed the bill with a flourish then leaned down to give me a kiss.

  “I must be off,” he told me. “The accounting ledgers wait for no man.” He clasped Morgan’s shoulder. “Take care of my woman, mon ami, and listen to what she tells you.”

  Morgan gave me a quizzical look, but nodded to Anton. “Certainment, mon ami.” We took our seats at the cafe, huddled together with the newspaper as we sipped our coffee.

  The news was all about the fire and accusations of negligence against Gallatin Sugar Company. The Times-Picayune interviewed Etienne Metisse. He did a marvelous job backing up his claims. His petite wife turned over copies of the paperwork Etienne had generated in the hopes of obtaining a new boiler for the refinery. The newspaper printed copies. Etienne, himself, was in serious but stable condition. The quote from the doctors said it was a miracle the man survived the flames.

  I squeezed Morgan’s hand. “Good job, darling. Finding Etienne will make a difference in the lives of those workers and their families. You’re responsible for that, you know. Danu would reward you for your service, should you choose to accept it.”

  Morgan cocked his head. “Ah, so this is what Anton meant when he advised me to listen to you.” He chuckled. “So, I am listening, ma petite. What does the Goddess wish of me?”

  I folded the paper and laid it on the table. “She would have you join us, of course.”

  “And become a do-gooder like you and Anton?” He gave me a mock shudder, then laughed when I scowled at him. “Where is your sense of humor, ma petite?”

  I folded my arm across my chest. “I do not joke when it comes to offering salvation to those whom I love.” He stared at me intently and I knew I had his attention.

  “And what does this salvation entail, ma petite?”

  “The chance to become human again, to grow old and die, to be welcomed into Danu’s embrace when the end comes.”

  Even as he laughed, I could see the pulse throbbing in his neck. “And why would I wish to die, ma petite, when this world is so infinitely interesting?”

  It was my turn to laugh. “Would you not like to have the chance to marry, have children, live as you were born to live? You have never taken an innocent life, not in all your hundreds of years. ”

  Morgan paled. “Such a thing is possible? She can do that?”

  “Of course.”

  “And why would she offer this to me? I have done none of the things you and Anton have done.”

  I nodded. It was a fair question. “She has ever watched you, Morgan. You have been in her service though you may not recognize it. Did I not see you on the same battlefields as I? Do you not restrict your feeding to those with less than stellar character?”

  He shrugged. “I was not an evil man when Raphiel made me. I saw no reason to become one when he turned me. Immortality requires a certain degree of restraint.”

  I cupped his cheek with my hand. “As She is more than aware. You were not compelled to behave honorably, yet you have. Danu would reward such behavior.”

  Morgan smiled as I released his stubbled cheek. “You know I would join you without being rewarded.”

  “Yes.”

  “Then I accept. What must I do?”

  I sighed, overjoyed he had accepted. “Take the fledgling under your wing. Teach him the way. As soon as he is ready, She will make the two of you soul collectors.”