Author's Notes: This is an adult love story. You've been warned. If you've read my other works, you'll be familiar with Honor LeBeau. If not, you'll get to know her here. My Nate Summers is a hybrid of Nate Grey and Nathan Summers: looks and sounds like Grey; born and infected like Summers. He's also prolifically featured in my other fics. I never really got the chance to tell his story like I wanted, but was content to keep all this floating in my mind – until a certain reviewer sparked my imagination. Suddenly, I had to get this out. I decided to publish because I love romance stories. If you enjoy, please review. You never know what could happen.

Chapter I

From the first, Nate knew it was foolish. Ménage á trois are tricky affairs best left in fantasy. Even being unexperienced, he knew that much. Furthermore, Honor was like a sister to him. A sister he'd always harbored feelings for… It was complicated. Tessa, Honor's wife, had also been a life-long friend, but as a friend-of-a-friend. She wasn't unattractive – in a sort of Morticia Adams way – and supposedly the whole thing had been her idea. But Nate didn't yearn for her. He didn't have to mental scold himself whenever she flashed a bit of skin as he did with Honor. The idea of being vulnerable in front of her was… terrifying. But she and 'On were a package deal now, weren't they? Couldn't have one without the other. If this was his last chance to have Honor, he couldn't let it pass.

"Stop thinking so much," Honor whispered in his ear as she removed his coat.

They'd agreed on dinner and night caps at an upscale hotel in the city, where no one knew them. The ladies booked the room; he paid for the meal. Copious amounts of alcohol did nothing to soothe his excitement.

Honor and Tessa were relaxed – easy in each other's company.

"Which medium of white noise would we prefer?" asked Tess. "Audio or visual?"

"Find a tune, maestro," Honor answered. "I suspect we'll be chatting this one up for a while."

"Let us hope not," she smiled at him. The hypnotic beats of Massive Attack softened the air.

"You guys…" he wiped his damp palms on his pants. "…do this often..?"

Honor tsked. "I wouldn't say often. A time or two. Let's lay some ground rules, shall we? We're not into anal, so don't ask. Bareback's fine, but no coming inside us. And if anyone wants to stop, for whatever reason, we all stop. Okay?"

He wouldn't chicken out. "What's bareback?"

They smiled at each other.

"No condom."

"Oh."

"Your rules?" asked Honor.

He'd never had sex with rules before. "This doesn't change us. When we leave, we're all still friends."

"Of course," said Tess. "This arrangement expires tomorrow morning and need never be discussed again. It will certainly never be repeated."

Yes, Honor had made that crystal clear in her proposal: this threesome was a one-night stand.

Silence threatened to turn awkward.

Without preamble, Honor shimmied out of her sapphire cocktail dress. She'd been the eye appetizer all evening for the whole restaurant, but the dress melted to reveal a red silk number even more alluring. Her flawless, generous curves begged to be freed. Smiling, she turned her back to him and kissed her wife. Tess stepped out of her inky dress to reveal black silk and lace. Lots of tiny buckles and straps. Honor hissed and drank her in. Obviously, she was into the Hellfire look. Nate was grateful for the distraction. No one realized his eyes were transfixed on Honor's glorious ass.

Their lips softly met and fingers threaded hair.

He stood frozen in tight pants.

Honor glanced over her shoulder. "Help a girl out of her brazier?"

Slowly, he stepped towards them, past the line of no return. His non-metallic hand gently brushed her hair over her shoulder. Then both hands explored the creamy expanse of her back. She wasn't repulsed by his organic steel, thankfully.

Reverently, he showered warm and soft kisses along her neck. She gasped and arched her back so that her ass brushed against his erection.

"So impatient," he admonished, sliding her bra straps over faintly freckled shoulders.

Tess followed his pace and gently traced the front of Honor's panties. "This item was newly acquired…"

"You like 'm?" she asked hopefully.

"I prefer you as God made you, although that's the intention of such a design."

Nate unclasped the hook and she eagerly removed it. Then she looked to Tess for permission. Holding her shoulders, Tess turned her around so that he could see her bare breasts. "Lovely, isn't she?"

"A vision," he agreed breathlessly. It was true. She had some of the largest breasts he'd ever seen, and they hung down slightly, begging him to lift them. Instead, he looked deep into her eyes – the eyes of his best friend – and then behind her to Tessa.

"Guys!" she snapped. "If you don't cease this mindless-!"

Quickly, Honor turned back. "Maybe we shouldn't. If you're uncomfortable-"

"Your body requires his, my love, like sustenance and shelter."

"I need you."

Tess smiled wickedly. "Kiss him."

He thought their first kiss might be sweet and unsure, but she surged over him with tongue and teeth and sucked the air from his lungs. He drowned in her.

"Aren't her kisses divine? Nibble her ear lobe and watch her melt."

While he obeyed, Tess lavished kisses on her wife's neck. Red panties joined the bra in the corner as her kisses moved lower. Honor gasped and panted, pulling him closer. No shame. Only a desperate need to quench this yearning. Was she exaggerating? A quick telepathic scan said no. She'd fantasized about this for ages before manipulating Tess into arranging it. Her restraint was thread bare and fraying. She wrapped a leg around his waist, opening her sex to him, and his heart melted. She wanted him, too…

"Naughty girl," Tess whispered. "You would comply with any demand right now, wouldn't you?" She spit on Honor's ass and hooked her thumb inside. "You would suffer anything to be filled."

"Yessss…"

"Be quiet and kiss him!"

Nate was prepared this time and met her tooth for tooth. Holding her knee with one hand, he used the other to fist her hair. Yanking her head back, he marked her neck before descending to her pebbled nipples. Groaning, she rocked between them.

"He's very generous, isn't he?" asked Tessa.

"Yes! Yes!"

"How do you plan to compensate his generosity?"

In a flash, she opened his fly and his erection sprang forth. Cold air briefly chilled him before she wrapped her warm, moist mouth around his length. No woman had ever done that before. He'd never had a long-term relationship or paid for a professional, and hadn't felt comfortable allowing casual girlfriends to go down on him. They'd never been eager anyway, and he'd always been self-conscious about the metallic vein running along the side of his shaft. Honor must've uncovered this secret through her psychic powers because she moaned lovingly, mouth full of sex. Her blow job was as mind-blowing as her kisses. With a pang, he realized he'd never have another lover like Honor. She'd be the one he'd forever try and fail to replace.

She pulled back and whispered "Hey, baby" with a wink.

"Sorry," he whispered back.

She went back to sucking, less pressure this time but her tongue rolled sweetly like a climaxing sex. He wanted to give her the world and everything in it. Meanwhile, Tess moved between Honor's thighs and began sucking her sex while twisting her nipples. Honor groaned, gasped and trembled, interrupting his divine rapture.

"Bet you've never come with a cock in your mouth," he said, twisting her hair.

Her response was a deep moan – desire for what only he could give her. As she climaxed, her tongue froze while her body shuddered and he thrust slow, deep strokes down her throat. Content, she slumped to the floor.

"Bring her," Tess said, leading the way to the bedroom in her lacy, black thong. There, she told him: "She's tightest and most sensitive after orgasm. Enjoy."

If he'd had more blood flowing to his head, he might've felt used. But probably not. He followed his instinct to crawl between her legs and open her sex with his thighs. Holding her gently, he whispered, "Is this what you want?"

She wrapped her limbs around him and pulled him into her tight, velvety sex. They groaned together. For two content friends, everything was right in the universe. After a moment to adjust, he increased his pace and Honor reached out a hand for Tess to join them. He reluctantly allowed space between them, realizing this was the point of the arrangement.

Sandwiched, Tessa enjoyed Honor's kisses and breasts while he easily slid from one cunt to another. The doctor in him protested, but the caveman (who was louder, stronger, and dominate) strangled the nice doctor with his own entrails. He never believed any woman could desire his half-dead metallic body – especially not Honor. And here she wanted him enough to share her wife, too! Didn't matter that the encounter was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. It was more than he deserved.

Over Tess's shoulder, Honor signaled him. He kept fucking her wife while the buxom blond slithered away. She pushed Tess's head down, ass up, and spit on the crevice. Then, without warning, she slid two fingers in to the hilt. He could feel her through the thin barrier separating ass from cunt, and it was almost like fucking Honor through Tessa. The penetrated petite swore and tried to push free, but 'On put her knee between Tess's shoulder blades and forced her back down. Since he retained a vice grip on her hips, she couldn't get away.

"You didn't obtain permission!" she whined.

"What are you gonna do about it?" Honor smiled wickedly at him while mercilessly fingering Tess's helpless ass.

God, he was going to explode! He tore away, spit on the ambushed hole, and watched Honor add another finger.

"You filthy little whore," she hissed. "That's three. Bet you could take Nate's whole cock. I know you could. Want to?"

"Noooo," she groaned.

"It'd be a shame not to try."

"I said permission denied!"

Honor took his cock and guided it to replace her fingers. He thought they'd stop – either one or both – but no one stopped anything. He bore down, gently but firmly. Tess didn't try to squirm away and Honor glowed triumphant. The head of his cock penetrated the guardian ring. Just as Tess gasped in surprise, Honor gasped with delight. He wasn't sure Tessa was enjoying this. Didn't know whether or not he should stop.

"Taking that dick like a champ!" Honor drooled. Then, she told him, "Deep and slow. Let her loosen up."

He obeyed, making Tess chant "Fuck!" and "Stop!" But between his telepathy and Honor's precognition, she was never truly in pain. Working silently, he knew how deep and slow to thrust, and Honor knew when to add more lube and how fast to rub her clit. When, at long last, his balls pressed against her sex, he grabbed Honor's hair and ferociously kissed her. He'd never been strung so tight. Every ounce of strength willed his body to be still. Tess needed to adjust, and if he fucked her like he wanted, he'd explode.

Tess finally seemed to relax, so he began slow, deep thrusts. She protested all the while, but quickly reached a powerful orgasm. Naturally, her body tried to curl away from him, but Honor spanked her and sternly held her in place.

"Come with his cock in your ass. No! Keep it in! Come on his cock, baby, I want him to feel you come."

"Fuuuuuuck!" she moaned as her tight ass spasm around his weeping cock. Then she collapsed and fell asleep within seconds.

Honor reclined, propped on her elbows. One knee was slightly bent and waved back and forth patiently. He wouldn't keep her waiting. Both knees were lifted over his shoulders and he thrust home. Every movement caused her full breasts to bounce and shift. With one hand, he twisted her nipples, and with the other, he scrubbed her clit. The bed shook hard enough to knock Tess's leg over the edge, but she slumbered on.

"Are you close?" he asked.

Again, she flashed that demonic smile. "Already came. A few times."

"I want you to come like this."

Her eyes fluttered and she groaned. Again, he thought she may have been faking, but again, his telepathy said no. She seemed able to summon orgasms on demand. This was a woman who knew her body well.

"My g-spot's engorged. Keep hitting it and I'll come. Can you feel it? Yeah, that's it. That's it!" She fell into a squirming, bucking, screaming mess. Embarrassed, she pulled a pillow over her face and he tossed it aside. No way was he missing this! He wanted to memorize every moment of her rapture with him inside her.

His balls were going to be so sore in the morning. He had to come. Glancing over, he saw Tess still out cold.

"Can I fill you up?"

Smiling, still screaming, she nodded her consent.

He continued abusing her erogenous zones so that the ensuing climax was brutal and jarring. Her sex gushed and milked his cock, and he gladly answered. Semen spilled over her thighs. As his softening member sputtered its last drop, he cradled her and stroked her hair.

"Did I hurt you?"

Incoherent, she shook her head. "Wazzzz perrrrrfect."

"Can I stay the night?"

"Okay…"

"Honor?" he was still inside her. "I love you."

She was asleep.

The next morning, the atmosphere was relaxed. Nate showered and made breakfast while they showered and dressed. He apologized to Tess, who shrugged: "I do not hold you responsible. Honor is highly persuasive, and I found the overall experience very pleasing."

They both smiled at Honor, who smiled back at him. If she was waiting for an apology, she'd be disappointed. He didn't regret breaking a rule with her. Although she'd probably tell Tess, he hoped she wouldn't. Marking her had been intense and intimate for him, and he wanted it to remain private.

After breakfast, they parted ways. The ladies, back to New Orleans. He, back to work.

To Be Continued…