CHAPTER 4

Isis shifted on the bed, unable to sleep even though she knew the sun was up. It was fairly awkward since Jeff was in the room, laying on the floor besides them. The door shut and locked and a chest of drawers braced against it.

When the sound of a sigh reached her, she knew Jeff was awake as well. Isis squirmed uncomfortably, trying to understand the attraction she felt for him. She was madly in love with Mark, that wasn't in question and the sex with him was beyond description. There was just something about Jeff that was drawing her too him.

"What are you thinking about?" Mark whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

"You." She replied, only half lying.

"Mmm… what about me?" He pulled her so she was laying on top of him, his hands going under the sheet to cup her ass.

Isis snuggled against him, smiling innocently when she felt cock begin to stir against her thigh.

One of the mysteries of the universe: A technically dead person getting a hard-on and keeping it. Sometimes life's contradictions almost scared her.

Isis was brought back down to earth when Mark gently nipped at her throat, barely grazing his fangs against her overly sensitive skin. "Mark, we have company." She whispered, trying to keep the excitement out of her voice.

"So?" He growled, laving his tongue over the place his had nipped.

"Mark!" Isis couldn't help but giggle.

"Hey Hardy." Mark called, his eyes fastened on Isis', a smile curving his lips when she arched an eyebrow.

"Yeah?" Jeff's purple and blue head peeked up from the floor, the curiosity on his face turned to a mixture of confusion and obvious passion when he seen the position they were in.

"How about you join us up here?"

Isis stared at Mark, fairly certain he was joking. The look on his face said he wasn't and she began to feel more aroused than before, if that were possible.

Jeff wasn't sure whether or not he was being toyed with so he was hesitant about climbing onto the bed.

Mark pulled the sheet away from Isis, tossing it to the floor. He sat Isis up, taking advantage of her shocked state to reach over and click on the bedside lamp, dimming it as low as it would go, the glow resembling steady candlelight.

Jeff grinned, catching onto Mark's game and slowly stripped out of his pajama bottoms, never looking away from Isis. He crawled over to them, sliding one hand onto Mark's bare chest and the other to the back of Isis' head, pulling her face down to his, pressing his lips against hers.

Isis was in heaven and hardly believing it, arching to Mark's not so gentle caresses on her breasts and the attention Jeff was now lavishing on her throat. She almost came when one of Mark's hands disappeared between her legs, biting down on her tongue when Jeff sank his fangs into her throat, the pleasure was so intense.

Mark watched Isis' face, enjoying the expressions of pleasure that contorted it. When she tilted her head back, her long hair brushed against his balls, he inhaled sharply through gritted teeth.

Jeff pulled away from her, licking his lips clean of blood. He smirked when Isis moaned in protest, her hands reaching for him.

Mark also stopped pleasuring her, instead sitting up, forcing Isis to reseat herself on the bed.

Isis watched, very frustrated as Jeff straddled Mark's legs and bent forward.

Mark growled, grabbing a handful of Jeff's hair and jerking him forward, smashing their lips together. Jeff whimpered, instantly giving himself over to Mark's capable hands, pressing against Mark as close as he could.

Isis watched on, convinced she was seeing things. When Mark slid his hands underneath Jeff's ass and hoisted the smaller man up, she felt a twinge of severe lust shoot through her.

Jeff wiggled on Mark's lap, batting his eyelashes seductively. "How about we let Isis in on the action?"

Mark looked over Jeff's shoulder, smirking when he found Isis getting herself off. "Love, care to get in on this?"

"Definitely." She purred.

Jeff turned himself around so he was sitting with his back to Mark's chest . He grabbed Isis by her hips and pulled her down, moaning as he entered her hot, wet pussy slowly while Mark carefully pushed his own cock into Jeff's own tight hole.

Isis wasn't being teased anymore, she dropped down, impaling herself and gasping loudly, digging her nails in his thighs so hard she drew blood. "Oh yes!"

Chuckling deeply, Mark started thrusting his hips, setting a steady rhythm. He began kissing Jeff's back, nipping hard enough to draw blood and fastened his mouth at the site, sucking and lapping.

Isis captured Jeff's lips with hers, biting down on her tongue and letting the blood run into his mouth.

"Hello? Mr. Callaway? I have an urgent message from…"

They all looked up startled when someone knocked firmly on the door.

"Who is it?" Mark demanded through gritted teeth.

"Mr. Callaway, I know you requested to not be disturbed but I have a message from a Glenn Jacobs…"

***

Carefully the three untangled themselves. Mark walked over to the door, leaning against the dresser. "Leave it on the table."

"Yes sir."

"And I want no more disturbances!"

"Y-yes sir."

Isis and Jeff exchanged looks. Jeff quickly slipped his pajama pants back on while Isis grabbed a robe.

"Great, now what?" Isis murmured, staring at Mark.

"We can't get it now, we'd fry." Mark said, stifling a yawn, suddenly feeling very tired. "So let's just get some sleep."

Isis snuggled against him the minute he laid back down, smiling when Jeff slipped his arm over her hip, sandwiching her in between him and Mark.

"Don't get too used to this boy." Mark cautioned, though there was a grin on his face.

"Might be a little late for that." Jeff yawned, burying his face in Isis' back.

***

Isis was the first one up that evening. She managed to slip out of Mark and Jeff's arms and get off the bed without disturbing them, no easy feat. She quietly moved the dresser away from the door and walked out into the main room, pulling the door shut behind her.

She instantly spotted the envelope on the table and walked over, picking it up. It wasn't addressed to anyone so she just opened it, reading it, a frown marring her face.

"What'd he have to say?"

Isis spun around to find Mark leaning against a wall. "He wants to meet us tonight, in an hour exactly at the arena."

"But there isn't a show tonight, they've already left for the next city."

"He wants us to meet him there nonetheless."

"Let me get the kid up and we'll leave."

Isis nodded, heading for the closet where they had stored their duffel bags. When Mark and Jeff emerged from the bedroom, she was in jeans and a sweater, her hair brushed back.

"Man, I'm starving." Jeff yawned, rubbing his shoulder. "We have time too…?"

Mark was already tossing him a bottle.

"Oh this is sick." Jeff muttered, staring at it's contents.

Isis privately agreed with him but downed hers anyway.

***