Fuck, she had a lot of willpower to wriggle away from his teasing like that. Most women, who he stroked between their legs like that (even without pressing his fingers in - or perhaps because he didn\'t) would have legs turning to jello, clutching him to help hold themselves up while he made them want what he was hinting at. He knew she hadn\'t lost herself with them yet - to still converse with them the way she was, to lead them instead of them leading her. She was a mortal women with two vampire men. Why did she even bother trying to pretend she had any control over this? The only thing she could do now was to cocktease them with denying them her body. He doubted she\'d do such a thing - it would piss him off no end if she did, and likely Kerr would bear the brunt of his sexual aggression.
Looking at her now, while he leant against the sandstone counter, his palms on the edges with the shelf pressing a line across the top of his buttocks, he could clearly see the expression on her face. It was one of desire, and he was greatly relieved. For a moment there, as she\'d wriggled away and he\'d let her (for he wasn\'t excessively dominant), he\'d thought she would shy from them both - especially after seeing them naked and having them touch her in a way that left little mystery to what would be happening to her tonight.
Her prompt caused him to grin, even more excited now that he\'d come back from a place of near-rejection (imagined, of course, but that made it no less exciting) though now he believed he had permission to do anything and everything with her. She was inviting them to advance, and oh, he and Kerr would use her up and no doubt she would love every second of it.
He stepped forward before Kerr did. He wasn\'t sure what the Irishman was thinking or feeling, but his own thoughts of her moving away had come and gone in an instant, making it look like he\'d simply leaned back against the counter to watch her move away (for a better view) and then stepped forward at her words. Funny how the brain could process so much, so quickly. He was close enough to his mortality, young enough to remember that thoughts had always been this fast - an entire scenario whisked up in the imagination in a fraction of a second. God, he had a ton of scenarios imagining up for the three of them right now. He had to slow his mother-fucking brain down so his body could take the lead and not move things so fast. While he approached, thinking about how slowly everything was advancing, Carly was thinking about how fast it was.
Perspective was a funny thing.
He picked her up bridal style, much like Kerr had not long ago, and grinned at her before stepping up over and then into the tub. It still wasn\'t full, thanks to its irregular size, but it was getting there. Halfway and heated, not quite lapping at the jets, but in five more minutes they\'d be able to turn the spa on. He lowered her into the water - it not quite coming over her waist while she was on the spa seat, but the bubble bath was working wonders already, attaching their bubbles to his and her form as he knelt down beside her, extracting his arms so that he could hold her small waist as the water did its best to cover his hands, and then sliding them down to her thighs, attempting to get her to part them so he could move between them. His head was slightly dipped as he looked up at her through thick dark lashes, hinting at what he was wanting to do, though the motion was unconscious. The way he licked his lips certainly wasn\'t.
"I want to taste you," he said, his voice low and growly thanks to the tiled chamber they were in. He wasn\'t talking about her blood, and the three of them knew it.