Sated

  Table of Contents

  Legal Page

  Title Page

  Book Description

  Dedication

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  New Excerpt

  About the Author

  Publisher Page

  Sated

  ISBN # 978-1-78430-706-6

  ©Copyright Lucy Felthouse 2015

  Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright August 2015

  Edited by Rebecca Douglas

  Totally Bound Publishing

  This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any material form, whether by printing, photocopying, scanning or otherwise without the written permission of the publisher, Totally Bound Publishing.

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  The author and illustrator have asserted their respective rights under the Copyright Designs and Patents Acts 1988 (as amended) to be identified as the author of this book and illustrator of the artwork.

  Published in 2015 by Totally Bound Publishing, Newland House, The Point, Weaver Road, Lincoln, LN6 3QN

  Totally Bound Publishing is a subsidiary of Totally Entwined Group Limited.

  Warning:

  This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a heat rating of Totally Burning and a Sexometer of 2.

  SATED

  Lucy Felthouse

  A human, a vampire and a werewolf walked into a bar. Sexy is what happens next.

  Since getting together with her vampire boyfriend, Ace, Aneesa is enjoying a sex life she could never have with a human. Ace has skill, strength, stamina…and is massively adventurous. Aneesa is checking things off her sexual bucket list at a rate of knots. However, she hasn’t even come close to experiencing the ultimate item on her list. So when Ace beats her to it, proposing a threesome with his werewolf friend, Barton, Aneesa’s definitely up for it.

  Barton is attractive, smart and sexy—almost too good to be true, in fact. Aneesa decides not to jump straight into things, but makes sure it’s what she truly wants. However, it turns out Barton’s not so easily dissuaded.

  Will Aneesa get the ultimate erotic experience she’s desired for so long? Will she be truly sated, or is the plan doomed to failure?

  Dedication

  To the Brit Babes Street Team. You are amazing!

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

  Twilight: Stephenie Meyer, Summit Entertainment

  Coke: The Coca-Cola Company

  Chapter One

  A human, a vampire and a werewolf walked into a bar. Sounds like the start of a bad joke. I can assure you it isn’t. And telling you that, actually, the human and the vampire walked into the bar together, and found the werewolf already there, probably doesn’t make it sound any better. Well tough, because that’s the way it went down.

  Ace and I met at a Halloween fancy dress party. I know, I know—cliché of clichés. And yes, he was dressed as a vampire, albeit a horrendously exaggerated one—all slicked-back hair, über pale skin and visible fangs. In real life, he actually looks no different to you or I. Okay, he is a bit pale. But at the time, I’d laughed at him and asked if he thought vampires weren’t a bit overdone—it was when Twilight was at the height of its popularity—all angsty teens and stalkerish behavior.

  He’d laughed right back, a joyous, melodious sound that had heat pooling in my groin—then as suddenly as it had arrived, his mirth disappeared. Then he’d said, “Overdone or not, we’re here to stay. And I don’t fucking sparkle.”

  My heart had been pounding, and my mouth had gone dry. Somehow, I’d known he wasn’t joking. And, although my conscious brain had shut down, my subconscious had had my back, because I’d heard myself say, “Well, thank fuck for that, because I’ve never been a fan of glitter.”

  He’d laughed again, the sound tugging at my very core. And—apologies for yet another cliché—we’ve been together ever since.

  Several years later and we’re still as madly in love as ever, and still fucking like rabbits. Sex with a vampire is everything you’d expect it to be—energetic, powerful, finessed, mind-blowing and packed with stamina. Providing you can keep up, that is.

  In addition to our unquenchable lust for each other, Ace and I have engaged in bondage, sex toys, spanking, anal, pegging—almost an A to Z of things to do in bed. Some we’ve tried and discarded, others have been a regular part of our sexual repertoire.

  And yet, our latest adventure was the most exciting yet. You see, after mine and Ace’s initial meeting, I was given an almighty education in everything it meant to be a vampire. Myths were dispelled, other beliefs were confirmed—he definitely didn’t sparkle—and yet more things I’d never even thought of were seared into my brain.

  So when Ace announced he had a friend who was a werewolf, I didn’t even bat an eyelid. It was the follow up information that surprised me.

  “He wants to what?” The tone of my voice by the end of the sentence was so high that probably only dogs could hear me. And yet it was genuine surprise, rather than disapproval, that fuelled my reaction.

  Raising his eyebrows, Ace gave me that sexy smirk that always gets my blood pounding through my veins and my pussy aching to be filled. “You heard me, Aneesa. My friend Barton would like to screw you. With me present, of course, and actively taking part.”

  “A th-threesome?” I stumbled over the word—not because I was horrified. Quite the opposite, in fact. Being fucked by two hot guys at once had long been on my sexual bucket list—a list that, since meeting Ace, had had items checked off it at a rate of knots. I was going to have to start thinking of some more shit to put on it. I was way too young to have completed my bucket list—sexual or not—for Christ’s sake!

  “That’s right, baby. And, from your reaction, I’m guessing you’re up for it.”

  “My rea—” The penny dropped. Thoughts of two pairs of hands on me, two firm bodies pressed against mine, two hard cocks… I hadn’t said a word that affirmed how much the idea turned me on, but I didn’t need to. With his super senses, Ace would’ve picked up on my elevated heart rate, possibly an increase in sweating, the scent of the slickness growing between my legs…and that didn’t include the stuff a human would have noticed—widened pupils, pink cheeks and perky nipples.

  Ace’s talents didn’t extend to mind-reading, but it didn’t matter. He’d pegged me right away.

  “Super!” he said, clapping his hands like an excitable child. “I’ll give Barton a call and make some arrangements. Any nights this week you’re not free, babe?”

  “Hey, hey, wait a minute!” I said, my brain finally kicking in and overriding my hormones. “I need to know more before I agree to this. Lots more. Who’s Barton? I don’t know him, I’ve never met him. He’s never met me. What if we don’t fancy each other? The three of us can’t just hop into bed and hope it works out for the best—”

  Ace’s hands on my shoulders, squeezing gently, stopped my panicked flow of words. “Aneesa, relax. This isn’t
something I cooked up on a whim, you know. This appeals to all three of us—you want to be fucked by two men at once, Barton wants to share a woman with another man, and I’ve been dying to see you with another guy for ages. It’s a win-win situation. But,” he continued, placing a finger on my lips, “it definitely isn’t going to be a case of hopping into bed and hoping it works out. When I said I was going to make some arrangements, I meant arrangements to meet Barton. Just a no-strings attached drink at a bar, so the two of you can get to know each other, find out if there’s something between you. If not, we walk away. If so, then we’ll figure out what we do next.”

  He pressed a kiss to the end of my nose, then pulled me into an embrace. I know he was comforting me, assuring me everything would be all right, but I couldn’t help noticing the erection that dug into my stomach. I didn’t know whether it was the threesome thing or just me that was getting Ace going. It didn’t really matter. Simply knowing he was aroused revved my motor. Before I lost the power of thought again, though, I said, “O—okay. Call him. Arrange to meet. How about tomorrow night?”

  “Ooh,” Ace purred, then nibbled on my earlobe, “somebody’s eager.”

  I swatted him on the arm. “I’m eager for you, now, you idiot. Now go make that damn phone call, then get back here and fuck me, pronto.”

  Pulling away with a grin, Ace nodded. “All right, sugar, I’m going. Why don’t you get your gorgeous brown ass naked and on the bed?” He pointed unnecessarily to our huge bed. “I will be back soon.”

  Rolling my eyes at his use of the phrase ‘brown ass’, I nevertheless did as he asked. In spite of his years on the planet, and the relative amount of experience, it was a constant source of fascination for him to compare our skin tones. His pale, typical British coloring—though there’s nothing else remotely typical about him—and my much darker skin, courtesy of my Indian parents. It had earned me many pet names and amusing endearments, which he added to all the time, so I never knew what he was going to come out with next. He did seem to favor ‘brown ass’ however, which he proved when he walked back into the room several moments later.

  “Okay,” he said, with a wide smile and an exaggerated swagger, “it’s on for tomorrow. Now, get yourself over my knee, my darling. I’m going to spank that delicious brown ass of yours.”

  I did mention that spanking is one of the things that made it onto our regular list, didn’t I?

  Chapter Two

  “So…” I said, shifting restlessly in the passenger seat of the car, “what’s, uh, Barton like?”

  Ace glanced across at me, an eyebrow raised. “You’re asking me this now? Now we’re actually on our way to meet him?”

  “Yeah, so?” I crossed my arms over my chest. “I just want to know what I’m letting myself in for. What it’ll be like if we, uh, you know, agree to go through with it.”

  “Ahh.” Ace’s grin reached from ear to ear. “Now I get it. I understand what you’re really asking me. You want to know what it’s like to sleep with a werewolf, don’t you?”

  Heat took over my cheeks, and I hugged myself tighter. “’Spose so. I don’t think it’s an unreasonable request. I’ve never even met a werewolf before, let alone Barton.”

  “How do you know you’ve never met a werewolf before?”

  “Umm…” I tailed off, then looked at Ace, wide-eyed. “You mean—?”

  He nodded. “Sure, you’ve met lots of werewolves over the years, Nees. I just didn’t tell you.”

  “Why not?” I was indignant. Why would he keep such a thing from me?

  “Hey, don’t get snippy, babe. It’s nothing to do with keeping secrets or anything like that. It’s just, well, for one, I didn’t think it was important. People are people—regardless of their ‘otherness’. Secondly, what was I supposed to do? Introduce every person you ever met with their supernatural identity, too? ‘Aneesa, this is Max, he’s a vampire. This is Lexi, she’s a witch. And Doug over there, well he’s just a plain old human being.’”

  “Thanks,” I said dryly. “Good to know I’m plain.”

  He reached over and squeezed my thigh. “You’re being silly now, sweetheart. I was being sarcastic, as well you know. And you’re far from plain. You’re my brown sugar, remember?”

  I told you he had lots of pet names for me. I saw his point about not being able to introduce people and out them at the same time, so I backtracked the conversation a little. “Okay, so in the past, as well as other vampires, I’ve met werewolves and witches. And I didn’t have a clue—so clearly they’re not unlike us, either.”

  “Correct. In terms of physical appearance, anyway. Most of the time, werewolves aren’t all that hairy, and I’ve never seen a witch with a single wart, hooked nose or broomstick.”

  “Stop it now,” I said, slapping his thigh. The sharp sound reverberated around the interior of the car, and I bit my lip to stop myself expressing the pain I felt in my palm, which was heightened by the fact that Ace hadn’t so much as flinched. “I’m serious. I just want to know what I’m letting myself in for if we go through with it. Is screwing Barton going to be more like screwing you, or a human? Or something completely different?”

  Ace shrugged. “I dunno, I’ve never fucked Barton.”

  “Last chance, fang boy.” I inserted as much menace into my voice as I was capable of, which admittedly wasn’t much, but he still had to know he was pissing me off.

  “All right, all right!” He held his hands up in supplication, then hurriedly put them back on the wheel as I gave him a narrow-eyed stare. “I’ll tell you what I know. But this is all third hand. I haven’t ever had sex with a werewolf.” He paused, presumably waiting for me to slap his thigh again, or something. But I didn’t. I wanted the information, and I wanted it fast as we were nearly at the bar. “From what I’ve heard, it’ll be very similar to having sex with a vampire in terms of stamina. And I’m not aware of any horror stories about werewolves changing during climax or anything like that. Oh, and you’ll need to use a condom, as both pregnancy and STIs are possible with werewolves. The only surprises, I would imagine, will be purely sexual ones.”

  I nodded slowly as I absorbed the information. That was good—nothing freaky would happen. Or nothing bad freaky, anyway. The good kind of freaky was something I was totally on board with. “Great. Okay. Well that’s all very reassuring. So at least now if I meet the guy and instantly want to rip his clothes off and jump his bones, I’m fully armed with all the pertinent information.”

  Now it was Ace’s turn to give a narrow-eyed stare. “Hey, there will be no jumping, of bones or otherwise, without me there. Just to be clear, Aneesa, we’re talking about sharing here, not swinging. Or cheating.”

  His tone was deadly serious. All the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I wasn’t scared, exactly, but when Ace went all alpha male on me, I was reminded of how powerful he was. I knew he’d never hurt me—not without my consent, anyway—but he was occasionally possessive. If a guy pestered me, or gave me any unwanted attention, he could warn them off with a single glance.

  I just hoped like hell it wouldn’t be the case with Barton. The two of them were friends—though not all that close, apparently, since I’d never met the guy, despite having been Ace’s girlfriend for years. And they’d obviously discussed arrangements before even mentioning anything to me. Everyone was okay with the idea, so there was no reason for any problems to arise.

  But put two alpha males in a room with a naked woman, and there was no telling what would happen. Mentally, I crossed my fingers it would all work out. I was so close, so damn close, to sating my insane lust for being the filling in a gorgeous man-sandwich that I couldn’t bear to be disappointed.

  I took a deep breath, and reminded myself I was jumping the gun. Yes, all the technicalities had been ironed out. Yes, I was armed with all the information I needed. And yes, I trusted Ace wholeheartedly and knew he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me. But there was still a final matter to be cleared up.


  What if I wasn’t attracted to Barton? Granted, I was only fucking him, not marrying him, but I’d never been one to have sex for the sake of it. If there was no spark, no sizzle, between me and my potential partner, then what was the point? It’d be perfunctory, a purely physical thing. And I’d grown so used to having amazing sex with my mind, body and soul, that I wasn’t going to settle for anything less now. No way. I’d rather call it quits and go home with my gorgeous boyfriend and give the springs on our bed another heavy workout.

  By the time we pulled into the bar’s car park, I was having trouble keeping a lid on my nerves. Ace, of course, knew damn well how I was feeling—my heart was pounding so hard that a human would almost be able to hear it. Sucking in and releasing a couple of deep breaths, I got my most powerful organ involved—my brain. I told myself that this wasn’t important. It was just a drink, just a bit of fun. If it led to something more, fantastic. If it didn’t, we’d walk away. There was nothing to lose.

  Unfortunately, as we passed into the building with its low-level music and the stench of beer in the air, my pussy reminded me that we had everything to gain.

  Chapter Three

  Once we’d crossed the threshold, Ace stepped up beside me and took my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. I flashed him a grateful smile and squeezed back.

  “Huh,” he said quietly as we walked further into the room, looking for a space at the bar to stand.

  “What? What’s the matter?” I tried to keep the concern out of my tone, but failed miserably.

  Pausing, then pulling me closer, Ace pointed across the room. The bar itself was L-shaped. We were parallel to the longer side, and just past the corner was the man that Ace was indicating. “That’s Barton. And I have never known that guy to be early for anything. Ever. Seems he’s just as eager as you.” He chuckled, then pressed a kiss to my hair.