"Am I interrupting something?" Milo continued, not exactly accusing, but definitely wondering.

I like to think that I keep my cool in most situations, but this one was seriously starting to get away from me. Every time I seemed to get a handle on it, something new happened to land me in the shit. Now, I had two men I had to prevent from seeing the ticket on the floor, although I was pleased - and a little proud - to see that the sight of me in Gage's shirt was enough to hold Milo's attention, as well.

"No," Gage hastily replied. "It's not what it... I came back and she was in here, waiting for me."

"Not 'waiting for him' exactly," I urgently clarified.

"No," Gage added. "Just - you know - here."

"Wearing your shirt?" asked Milo.

"Don't you think it suits her?"

"Well..."

With both Milo's and Gage's eyes fixed on me, I was starting to wonder if the shirt might actually burst into flames.

"That's not really the point," Milo finished vaguely, far too distracted by me to think clearly.

"She needed clothes." Gage helpfully made my argument for me.

"Mine had blood on them," I added.

"There weren't shirts in Kael's room?"

Not this again. Unlike Gage, Milo knew the strange circumstances in which we had met and he knew that there was stuff I was keeping from them. He would therefore be more suspicious than Gage, even if he struck me as the most laid-back of the trio. If he found out that I had been searching through their stuff, then those suspicions would be confirmed. If they turned out to be Lawkeepers, then those suspicions might swiftly turn into charges, and it would not take them very much investigation to find out all the other stuff I had been doing of late. Could I tackle two Lawkeepers in a fight? Probably, but it might be a close thing.

"You know what? If the shirt's such a problem, then there's an obvious solution." I had been popping open buttons on the shirt sporadically throughout this exchange, partly because it kept the guy's attention off the incriminating evidence on the floor, partly out of nervous habit. Now, I just let the open shirt fall from my body, down my arms to the floor - handily covering the dropped ticket as it uncovered me.

The great thing about blood as a foodstuff is that it is very hard to become overweight on it. If you're overweight when you become a vampire, then it's also very difficult to lose the weight, but you've got to take the rough with the smooth. Fortunately for me, I was hot when I was turned, I'd been hot for three hundred years, and based on the saucer-like eyes of the two guys staring at me with their mouths open, I was still hot today.

"Maybe I'm misreading the situation," I strolled languorously across the room to them, "but isn't this what we all want?" Reaching the guys, I stroked a hand down each of their chests, wondering again at the landscape of muscle that lay beneath the shirts, coming to rest at the front of their jeans, where I squeezed. "Hmm. Feels like I was right."

To be clear; I am not the kind of woman who uses sex to get what she wants. I will admit to sometimes using my sexuality to get what I want - especially when what I want is sex - but I think that's cool. Bear in mind that I'm centuries older than the concept of feminism, and any man who tries to take advantage of me is liable to end up with his head through a wall. And his body through a wall. And not necessarily the same wall. So, again, I don't use sex to get what I want, partly because violence is easier, more effective, and doesn't leave me needing a shower. There is a caveat to that, however - I will do anything to help those I love. People think of vampires as cold, isolated creatures, but the reverse is true. Because of our long lives, we form very strong bonds of love and loyalty. I would do anything to help Layla, and right now, to have any chance of helping her, I needed to distract the suspicions of two men, and I was blanking on any other way of doing it.

I was willing to take one - or in this case, two - for the team.

And yet, I didn't feel bad about it. In fact, I wasn't even trying to find other ways out of this. Truth be told, I was pretty happy with the one I had. Maybe that was all kinds of wrong, but I was in a room with two of the best looking and the sexiest men I had ever met, my desire for them was so strong I could taste it in my mouth, and theirs for me was so potent that I was breathing it in. I wanted it, and perhaps I was just using this situation as a convenient excuse. I wasn't sure what was going to happen next - in three hundred years of diverse sexual experiences, I had never been with two men at once before - but I had a strong sense that it was going to be awesome.

I kissed Milo first - I had met him first, so it seemed only fair - and he opened his mouth to meet me, his sinuous tongue thrusting into my mouth. If there was any apprehension in him at the idea of a threesome with his friend, then he certainly wasn't showing it. I felt his hand on my waist, sliding down my hip to cup and squeeze the firm cheek of my ass with strong fingers. Letting my tongue slip from his mouth, I moved across to Gage, and found him no less eager as my lips pressed against his and he drew me against him, feeling my breasts flatten out sumptuously across the broad acreage of his chest.

As I kissed the men, my hands had been busy at the front of their pants, unbuttoning both flies. Now, I reached in, bypassing underwear with an experienced hand. I broke my kiss with Gage to sigh in delight as my fingers wrapped around two absolute treasures that I now hauled out into the light.

As I stepped back to admire what I had hold of, each man reached forward to grab a generous breast, working the flesh between their fingers, Milo pinching my left nipple deliciously hard between finger and thumb. But nice though this was, the main event was lower down. Milo's cock was long, curved and super hard, straining for the ceiling, the veins standing proud along the shaft, the smooth, broad head weeping a single drop of silky fluid from its center.

By contrast, Gage was still gaining steam, growing ever harder, thicker, as if his body was struggling to lift the weight of the heavy cock in my hand. It pounded with strength in my grip, slowly rising with an air of menace.

I dropped to my knees so fast that my breasts bounced away from their grasp, and Gage gulped as I sucked the head of his cock into my eager mouth, rubbing my tongue across it, tasting its urgent masculinity.

Not forgetting Milo, I began to flog my hand up and down his length. He was already so hard I felt his cock might crack, but he showed no sign of losing control, arching his hips forward and back in time with my vigorous strokes.

I took a moment to wonder; if these guys had the strength and stamina of Kael, what might I be in for? I couldn't wait to find out.

Gage grew swiftly in my mouth, his cock growing harder and thicker, until it stuck straight out from his hips like a torpedo. I dropped my head forward and Gage grunted in surprise and pleasure as I managed to deep-throat the whole of his impressive length, feeling that massive head pulsing against the back of my throat as my nose pressed against the belt of his jeans.

You don't reach three hundred without learning a thing or two, but even for my advanced skill-set, taking someone of Gage's dimensions like that was a new experience.

Backing off and gasping for breath, I released Gage from my mouth and began beating my hand along his shaft.

"Jesus," gasped Gage, his face a picture of bliss.

"I can’t deny it, I’m jealous," Milo ground out, his gaze hot with need.

I shot a wicked look at him and dived for him. The curve of Milo's cock, plus his state of swollen erection, made it difficult in a different way to Gage, but I wasn't about to give up and my throat expanded to accommodate him.

"Holy shit," Milo gasped at the ceiling.

I let him go and looked at both my boys. "Is there a reason you still have clothes on?"

The only reason was that what I had been doing to them had voided their minds of any other thoughts, but now I had reminded them, the clothes were off in seconds flat. I continued to suck at Milo and beat on Gage as they tore off shirts, undid belts and dropped their pants. Although I was engrossed in what I was doing - and rather enjoying it - I still took a few moments to appreciate the expansive maleness that had been revealed to my delighted eyes. Gage was exactly as I had expected; a bodybuilder's physique of broad muscularity. His thick arms were probably about the size of my waist, his legs gleamed with muscles, and his chest was a landscape of rolling hills of muscle. I was overcome by a desperate urge to lick every inch of him, and might have done so if my tongue hadn't been busy with Milo. Milo was a contrast but a brilliant one. His body was ripped and taut, every muscle defined and delineated. It was not the vast expanse of Gage, but a tight, honed physique, like that of a mountain climber, his arms corded with muscles that seemed constantly on the move beneath the skin.

There were, at that point, about a million and a half things I wanted these men to do to me, but my hottest desire at that moment was just to feel those bodies against my flesh. I jumped up, making Milo's cock waggle excitedly as it slipped from my mouth, looped my arms about Milo's neck and pressed myself against him, needing to feel that hard torso on my body. If his body had been written in Braille, I could have read him. I kissed him intensely on the mouth and felt his cock like hot iron, ferociously hard, pressing against my belly.

I didn't notice Gage come up behind us until I felt him press his body against me, too, making me the vampire filling between two slices of beefcake. Gage's broad chest spread against my shoulder blades, the tops of his hard thighs flattened my ass cheeks, and his massive cock pulsed rigidly against the small of my back so that I could feel the blood roaring through it. Disengaging my lips from Milo, I craned back to kiss Gage, then back to Milo, then Gage again. I could have kept doing this for a long time, but the heat from down below told me that there was more and better still to come.

I didn't wait to be asked. I pushed the guys away, tripped across the room playfully, and sprang onto the bed, waiting to be ravished, and not much caring which of them went first. Would they fight over me? That might be fun.

They approached the foot of the bed, looking down at me, an almost physical heat in their eyes, both stroking their long cocks, which still gleamed with my saliva - Gage's menacing monster, Milo's arcing athlete.

"What do you think?" asked Gage to his roommate.

"I think turn-about is fair play," replied Milo.

With that, they were on me, seeking my flesh with lips, tongues and teeth, lapping, licking, kissing and biting wherever they landed. A hot flush suffused my pale skin. I'm not usually that big on foreplay, it just seems like something delaying the main event, but these guys knew exactly what I needed. They didn't treat me like I was made of glass - that's fine for some girls, but I like to know I'm with a man. I like to feel it. When Milo took my nipple between his teeth and bit, then it was hard enough to leave a mark. When Gage scoured my inner thighs with his tongue, it was like he was trying to lick through the bone. When their hands squeezed my pliant flesh, then I felt fingers digging into me.

But nothing prepared me for when both men descended on my wet slit. Milo knelt on the floor between my spread legs, his head thrust forward. Gage, meanwhile, approached from above, his broad chest above my belly, his head lowered, tongue lapping at my clit like a cat with its nose in the cream. I grit my teeth in ecstasy as Gage’s tongue began to rub that sensitive nub in measured circles while Milo buried his face in me, his tongue probing as deep as it would go.

I twisted my hips as if the bed was red hot, flexing my ass up and down until Milo had to hold me still.

I mewled and cried out, then, needing to find some physical outlet for what I was feeling, I grabbed Gage's huge member, which had been hanging near my head, heavy and pulsing.

I guided him to my mouth, Gage adopting the classic sixty-nine position. I heard him groan his pleasure into my pussy flesh as I sucked long and hard at him, bathing his throbbing shaft in my saliva. He tasted better than any man I had ever known, though I could not put my finger on how, and I gulped at him ecstatically, taking him as deep as before into my straining throat, then pulling back to suck, bite and chew at his thick head, batting it with my hands between sucks like a cat with a toy.

But for all my hard work on Gage, it was me who was going to come first. As Milo's tongue pushed into me again, seeking out a point of sheer pleasure and teasing it beyond reasonable endurance, I finally broke.

Choking out my ecstasy around the thickness of Gage’s beautiful cock, I crashed through a blissful orgasm, my body straining against those of my muscular lovers. I looped a leg around Milo, mashing his face into me, and deep-throated Gage once more so he groaned like a man nearing the end of his tether.

Finally, I collapsed back on the bed, my senses seething with pleasure, and with the need for more. Gage pushed himself back on his haunches but I did not let him go from my mouth - I was enjoying this far too much.

Between my legs, I saw Milo get up from his knees, his cock still achingly hard, the head straining upwards as if it was trying to detach from the rest of him. My eyes gleamed with desire and I caught the same desire in him. He had been a good boy, patiently servicing me while I went to town on his friend's big cock, now Milo got his reward.

Angling that painfully stiff cock downwards, Milo lined up at my hot, wet entrance. He caught my eye, and then went into me to the hilt.

Gage's cock sprang from my mouth as I let out a long groan. Milo felt incredible inside me - virile, athletic, male. He twisted his cock in slow circles, tugging at my tender insides and making my body twitch involuntarily.

I locked him with my gaze, and growled, "Take me.”

Milo didn't need to be told twice. Swinging my legs up to his shoulders he drew out of me and slammed back in with bone-jarring force. Then again. And again. He quickly set up a hard fast-thrusting rhythm, his hips mercilessly pounding my upturned ass cheeks.

I grabbed Gage and forced him back into my mouth, silencing my gasps with his delicious cock. I heard him groan again, starting to feel the strain of what I was doing to him. The harder Milo went into me, the harder I went at Gage. With one hand I gripped his heavy balls, tugging them, twisting them, squeezing them. Soon enough, it became all too much.

As Milo continued to fuck me into the stratosphere, Gage let out an animal cry as he jerked and pulsed, spraying into my mouth. I swallowed, savoring the silky feel of his cock as he bucked and twitched, sorry that I hadn't had a chance to have him inside me.

The combination of Milo's pummeling and the taste of Gage in my mouth was all I needed to push me over the edge a second time.

I wailed in ecstasy as my channel spasmed around Milo's rock-hard cock, squeezing and releasing. Pleasure arced through me like a knife and I dragged him down on top of me, desperate to feel his body against mine.

He kissed me hard and deep before pulling back out of me, his cock bounding free as if it had a coiled spring in it. Damn, that thing had stamina.

Instantly, I rolled onto my front and pushed up onto all fours, already tensed and ready for more. But to my surprise, it was Gage who assumed the position behind me, his gleaming cock as big and beautiful as ever, showing no sign that he had come only moments ago.

I recalled Kael the night before, coming twice in swift succession without any need for recovery. There was something almost super-human about these guys and, in any other circumstances, I might have wondered about it, but, right now, I had other things on my mind.

I growled with frustration as Gage swiped the swollen head of his distended cock over my wet lips, teasing me.

Finally, I felt that blunt instrument nosing into me and I groaned deep at the back of my throat. Gage stretched me wonderfully, letting me feel every thick inch as he pushed that throbbing monster into me. His hands pulled roughly at my ass cheeks as he found a good grip and then began to plough me with short, hard strokes, his hips flattening out my ass with every shove.

Milo, meanwhile, had come around the front and I gleefully took his straining member into my mouth. Gage pounded into me with all his strength, going balls deep with every thrust. He planted his thumb against my asshole and I writhed in delight as it popped in, penetrating me from yet a third direction.

Milo took my head between his hands and fucked my mouth, working his length in and out, slowly, thoroughly. On a sudden impulse, they switched places, Milo taking another turn in my pussy while I took Gage's delicious cock into my mouth. Then back again. This time, I sat back on Gage and planted Milo's overtaxed cock between my ample breasts. His eyes rolled heavenwards as I bounced my cleavage up and down his raw length, lapping at the head each time it poked through.

Then they switched again, and I flopped down onto my stomach. I could feel another orgasm building and was determined to claim it before I exhausted my partners.

As I sucked furiously at Gage, and felt him twitching with an impending come of his own, he leaned down my body, parted my ass cheeks, and thrust a broad middle finger into my bottom, working the digit in ever-widening circles, driving me unendurably towards my ultimate pleasure. Milo was pounding away as only he knew how. In his fervor, he accidentally - or possibly not - smacked one of my ass cheeks. It was light, but it sent a tremor through me and I released Gage from my mouth for just long enough to say, "Harder."

Milo didn't disappoint, and a rush of fierce arousal burned through me as he whacked my ass good and hard. I tried to beg for more without taking Gage from my mouth, and whether Milo heard me or not, the message seemed to get through. Milo delivered a series of stinging spanks to both cheeks, turning my bouncing bottom scarlet.

That was it.

A fresh orgasm roiled inside of me, and as it scalded through my system, Gage cried out and spent in my mouth for a second time that afternoon. Milo was not long to follow; his cock seemed to have been hard all afternoon and now he passed the point of no return, jetting his seed into me as he thrust forward one last time.