by Heather Long
“Better,” he murmured before he began to lick along the seam of my labia. Blood loss left me pliant. He hadn’t drained me completely, but weakness invaded my limbs as he began to suck against my clit. The storm that unleashed made me twitch.
“Much better,” he continued as the room flashed from color to black and white, then back again. Everything was hazy. “You have two natures,” he informed me as he tugged his fingers free from my pulsating flesh, and I whimpered.
Fucking. Whimpered.
Oh. Hell. No.
Even as I rejected the need swelling through me, I couldn’t deny the pleasure still quaking under my skin.
“They both need to be fed,” he continued lazily before he latched onto a nipple and began to suck. The sting of his teeth came a second later, and he began to drink again. The haze at the edge of my vision darkened further.
How much was he going to take? The errant thought drifted through my mind, but couldn’t light or take purchase. A lick and a kiss, then he was at my throat, and the drag of his chest rasped against my nipples, twining pain and pleasure.
Hovering above me, he nestled his hips against mine, even as he slid a hand down to grip my thigh and drag it upward. “Now,” he murmured, his breath hot against my lips. “You need to feed.”
“Asshole,” I whispered. “I didn’t need it before you did that.”
“No,” he said, simply. “You need it more than you know. The shadow demon fed on you constantly, Fiona. He chomped away at pieces of your soul, pieces you could restore because you fed on him.”
So? But the challenge died unspoken.
“And he’s going to call you because his blood is in you.”
I almost laughed. “Pretty sure it’s in you…” His cock teased at my entrance, and it wasn’t half-hard anymore. No, it was thicker and far stiffer than his fingers had been. Rogue didn’t kiss me, though his nose brushed mine. Licking my lips, I fought the gradual darkening of my vision. “I fed on you once,” I argued.
“Yes, and you’re going to do it again,” Rogue ordered. “You’ll feed on all of us. We’re going to feed on you until we clean him out of you.”
I laughed. My fangs grazed against the inside of my lips as I smiled. “Demanding fucker, aren’t you?”
With one hand, he clamped it against my chin. “Tell me your objections.”
“To being fucked?” I shrugged. “Not many. Though a girl does like to be asked before she’s thrown on a bed in an icy room and tongued to orgasm. Or in your case…” I licked my lips again. “Fanged and fingered.”
He chuckled. “You don’t want to be asked.”
No, I really didn’t.
“You just don’t want to be a vampire.”
Nope. I didn’t want that either.
“But you are.”
Asshole.
“More, you’re a hybrid.”
Yeah, I got that. Flicking my gaze from him, I stared at the shadowed ceiling.
“How did he feed you, little sváss?”
What the fuck was a sváss?
“Tell me,” he commanded.
“Blood bags were how they tried.” It was an answer without being an answer.
His fingers tightened against my jaw in warning. His cock nestled right against my labia, the tip pressing against my clit, but his absolute lack of motion meant if I wanted anything more I’d have to grind.
Well, two could play the denial game, fuck you very much. I might not have the strength to move after he bit me so intensely—that had felt ridiculously good—but he didn’t control me.
No one controlled me.
“Disgusting.”
I glanced back up to find those too blue eyes still glowing as he stared at me. “Agreed.”
“You didn’t drink from them?”
I would have shaken my head, but I couldn’t move it. Okay, the restraint game had potential, but this was getting old. His lust still licked over me, fanning against my bloated soul like I needed more, and fuck if I wasn’t absorbing it. It wasn’t quite enough to edge the need above empty where his draining had left me.
“But you drank from the demon?”
“Don’t judge me.”
Rogue snorted. “I’m not. I’m judging them. Did you drink from the demon or not?”
I shrugged as much as I was able. I’d half-expected Fin or Maddox to have tracked me down by now, but apparently not. Maybe I wasn’t even in Castle Numbskull or wherever it was Rogue had dragged me off to.
“Are you planning to fuck me or just interrogate me?”
“Feeling restless, little sváss?” He ran his nose along my cheek to my throat. My heart clenched at the first scrape of his teeth. Fight surged into my veins. If he wanted to bite my thighs or my breasts, fine. I didn’t want him at my throat. Strength surged through me, and I reached for the lust he had on simmer.
One beautiful thing about being a succubus, I might feed on lust, but I could also fan it. While I had no idea what the hell Rogue was in addition to being a vampire, three facts were distinctly clear.
He was a vampire.
He was old.
He was very male.
His cock stiffened further at the first surge hitting his system. He snapped his head up and his teeth away from my throat. The flare of his nostrils and the shift in his eyes told me that I’d found the right circuit.
“Sváss,” he warned me. Jaw clenched, he ground his hips into mine, and the slide of his cock against my clit threatened my concentration, but I just added that fuel to the fire. A shudder overcame him, then another. “You should stop.”
“You first,” I pointed out. I wasn’t the one who threw my naked ass on this bed and went down on me without so much as a may I. I wasn’t the one who kidnapped me out of a prison—granted, I was glad to be out, but I refused to trade one cell and keeper for another.
Rogue began to shake, but his grip on me didn’t loosen. When his eyes flared from blue to pure white, it was my turn to shiver. Nothing natural inhabited that brilliant gaze of pure white light. The shadows in the room retreated, and even the glow from the fire seemed insignificant in comparison to the pure light escaping him.
“What are you?” I had to ask.
“Dangerous,” he replied, and then his mouth clamped down on mine and all that power surged back into me. My lust. His. Like a feedback loop, and I stopped squirming to wrap my arms around him. At some point, he fisted his cock and then pushed into me, and I dragged my other leg up until I had them both locked around his hips.
The piston of his hips slamming into mine should have brought pain, but fuck, it was exactly what I needed and wanted. He filled me with every thrust, the friction generating more heat if possible, until what breath escaped his punishing kiss fogged in the air. His tongue matched his cock for lashes inside my mouth, and I dug my nails into his shoulders. When he ripped his mouth upward, his whole expression was one of tortured need, and I didn’t shy from it, arching up to meet the rock of his hips.
The feel of him working through me lit me up. Fucking and I were old friends, but this was different. This was… I couldn’t hold on to the spiraling thought. When he yanked out of me, I hissed, but the fur fell away as he rose up on his knees and slammed me back when I would have followed him. I got one brief glance at his cock, straining out toward me, thick, curved, and seeming to pulsate.
Oh, mama was intrigued. With one grip of my legs, he flipped me over onto my stomach and dragged my hips up. When he impaled me again, I didn’t bother to hold back the scream or the need to claw at the covers. He wrapped my hair around his fist and anchored one hip with his hand, and then he began to drive every thought out of my head.
The flood of lust filling me redoubled, and I had to send it back to him. His cock seemed to swell, and it took real effort for him to work it into me over and over again. Every drag and push against my pussy lit me up more, and when he yanked me up and back, then slid his hand down to flick my clit, I came apart. His teeth sank int
o my throat, and his own orgasm flooded me as he roared.
Life suspended on a rocky precipice, pleasure and pain pulling me taut as raw power filled me until it spilled over, leaving only bliss as he pumped inside of me and drained me at the same time.
The world splintered, and I sank into a haze of pure pleasure.
“Fuck,” Maddox’s voice weaved through the brilliant darkness holding me. “Stop.”
I wasn’t doing anything, just riding out orgasm after orgasm as it detonated in my system. My clit hurt, Rogue had teased it so much at this point, and yet even that pain sent eddies of pleasure to drown me. The darkness pulled me down.
“I said stop.” The roar punched down to me and dragged me back to the surface.
Dragon.
Right.
Then hot hands were on my face, and another mouth claimed mine. Where Rogue tasted like ice, Maddox was all fire. The heat flamed through me, even as ice coated my back. The bruising force of Rogue’s grip was still in my hair and skating along my chest to my breasts, and despite his own orgasm, he was still thick and buried deep.
Some distant part of my mind wondered at the fact he could still stretch me so tight.
“Feed her,” another voice penetrated the floating haze. “I can’t believe he fucking drained her.” Fin.
Right. Astral-Boy was there.
Astral-Boy.
Dragon.
Wild Dick.
Yeah, that last name really applied because I wanted to rock against that dick still impaling me, and at the same time, I wanted to feel him moving again. What did it say about me that I wanted this sexy combo of desire and torture?
“Kitten,” Maddox said in a harsh voice, and cupped my face. The weight of his thumbs worked my mouth wider. “You need to feed.”
“Oh…” I husked out another laugh as fresh lust crashed into me. I was feeding. The words weren’t forming. My tongue was too thick…
“You asshole,” Maddox snarled. Not really the way to romance a lady, but I didn’t have it in me to care. “What the hell were you thinking?”
“He’s lust drunk, what do you think he was thinking?” Fin snapped. “Just feed her. He’s all knotted up inside her and not moving for a while.”
Oh, that was nice. I was now a glorified cock warmer.
“Drink,” Maddox urged me in a much softer voice. Better.
He cupped my head, straining against the hand already wrapped in my hair, and my breasts impacted his hot chest. Oh. Sandwich. Then blood trickled against my lips, and I swallowed.
Sweet.
Hot.
Spicy.
I latched on to the slender cut and worked it wider. If Rogue had been decadence, Maddox was pure gratification. The tingling in my lips spread down my throat as he both quenched the raw emptiness and set it on fire. I clutched at him, moaning as I drank more, and he swore again. Every gulp had me clenching, and Rogue let out a strangled groan.
“Fuck,” Fin whispered, and really, what could I do but agree?
Maddox kept my face planted to his throat, and I writhed between him and Rogue, glutting myself on the blood and pleasure they offered.
Behind me, Rogue finally loosened and slipped away. The chill at my back when he released me had me shaking. Then Maddox forced my head up and away, and I growled.
Actually growled. I wanted more.
“Shh, Beautiful.” Fin had his arms around me, and then he tucked my face to his throat and the scent of his blood hit me. Forests and sunlight and sumptuous spring days, and I clamped down on the cut waiting for me. An orgasm shattered me even as I fed, and what few splinters of the world I’d held onto slid right through my fingers.
“Why the fuck did you do that?” Maddox demanded from somewhere as Fin dragged the fur around me and tucked me against his hard naked body. I kept feeding, content to be right where I was.
“Because I pushed her,” Rogue admitted. “And she pushed back.”
Damn right I did.
“Shh,” Fin whispered again as his mind tumbled over mine. “We have you.”
Fine, I’d sleep.
But he better not get used to this.
He smoothed a hand over my ass. “What if I want to?”
I’d think about it.
“That’s all we’re asking.” A shudder passed from him to me as I took another hard pull. Liar. They were asking for more, but I wanted more, too. How much would I drink before this aching need would be gone?
“We’ll figure it out,” Fin assured me. When the darkness stretched up to tug me in this time, I didn’t bother to fight it, just lapped at the cut as I withdrew my teeth and drifted at the edge of sleep with my senses full of all three of them.
Something was missing though.
But I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
A hot hand stroked my spine, even as Fin caressed my ass. Interest spiked through the drunken laziness.
“Sleep,” Maddox ordered in a rough voice. Movement in the bed, and then he was pressed against me. Another move, and Rogue’s scent filled my nostrils and he pressed an almost chaste kiss to my bloodstained lips.
“She is dangerous,” he murmured, but I couldn’t hold onto the words.
“But she’s ours,” Maddox argued.
“Yes,” Fin said without reservation.
“This is a terrible idea,” Rogue muttered.
Yeah well, fuck you, too.
Fin chuckled.
I’d have to figure it out later.
Then sleep swallowed me whole.
Chapter 9
“She’s got the eyes of innocence; the face of an angel. A personality of a dreamer and a smile that hides more pain than you can ever imagine.” - Unknown
The hard body beneath mine shifted enough that the arm tossed over me slid down until the dead weight rested on my bladder. Nothing said fuck off to sleep faster than needing to pee. Well, that or the gagging sound a cat made right before it coughed up a hairball.
I peeled one eye open. The shadowy darkness had a couple streaks of sunlight piercing it. The dust floating in those streams made me think of fairies. A fanciful notion because fairies were annoying little pricks and should be swatted with the same efficiency used to clear mosquitoes.
Shafts of sunlight.
At least, I was pretty sure it was sunlight. I hadn’t seen anything close to it in far too long. The body beneath me shifted again, and I glanced to my left. Maddox lay on his stomach, one arm flung across me and the other under a pillow. The air might be cool, but the fur left his bare back exposed. Not that he seemed remotely cold. The bed was very warm.
To my right, Rogue sprawled on his back, his expression utterly devoid of any expression and out cold. Only the faintest rise and fall of his chest betrayed he was alive.
That meant Fin had to be my mattress and the owner of the stiff cock wedged against my ass. Fair enough. Maddox dragged his arm up my body, the weight of his elbow digging against my bladder again before he cupped a breast.
Typical.
I needed to piss, and I needed to stretch. Everything hurt. My mouth tasted like ass.
Considering I’d fed on two of them—all three if you included the feasting Rogue gave me when he first dragged me here—that actually fit. Removing Maddox’s hand was easier than sliding off Fin. He still had an arm around me, and every movement I made ground his cock more firmly against my ass.
The idea had potential. Later.
Right now, I had to take a piss. Focusing, I peeled his arm away and settled his hand on Rogue’s thigh. I sat up as Maddox shifted to fling his arm out again. Narrowly avoiding the trap, I grinned over my shoulder at Maddox cuddling Fin. They were adorable.
With care, I extracted myself from the pile of vampire Jenga and shivered once I hit the cooler air of the room. The fire was down to ashes in the fireplace, and the room was wildly empty of anything definitive. The bed. A chest. A low bench sat near the fireplace. That was it, almost monk-like in its austerity.
I studied the shafts of light though. There were windows placed higher up, thin, angular ones. They had coverings over them, a part in the cover was what let the light through. I was tempted to slide my fingers into the light to see if I caught on fire.
Still, I’d wait for that particular trick until after I peed. If I planned to go out like a succubus flambé, I wasn’t going to do it pissing myself.
That said, the bathroom wasn’t immediately evident. The only visible doors led out of the room presumably, not that I got a tour the night before. I limped my way to the door. There wasn’t even a dressing gown or something to throw on to ward off the chill. Fuck, I moved funny. I ached in all the best ways from my thighs to my breasts to my throat. I put a hand up to the raw mark on my neck, and it was rough under my fingers, closed but puffy. Like it hadn’t wanted to heal all the way.
Turning, I glanced back at the bed. Monk-like in the decorating choices, but definitely not in the sheets. All three males slept, sprawled together, not quite cuddling, and yet adorable.
It was amazing what a lack of talking did for a guy. Although to be fair, Maddox had at least attempted to honor his agreement.
Yeah. I wasn’t that fair.
He was a dragon. He could have attempted a lot harder.
Fin was either a witch or a druid. Druid more likely. What that meant Rogue was, I had no idea.
And fuck, I had to pee. I shifted my weight from foot to foot, I gripped the heavy circular handle and yanked the door open. Fuck, what had they built these things out of? Thankfully, it didn’t creak like something out of a horror movie.
The brush of icy air from beyond the big ass door hit like a sledgehammer. Fuck, it would be more comfortable to try and take a piss in an ice storm. I stole a look back at the fur blanket on the bed. I was tempted to steal it.
But I wasn’t an asshole.
Most days.
Clenching my teeth against chattering, I hobbled out and pulled the door closed to keep from freezing them to death. The hallway had one long shadowy crypt like feeling going on. The shudders wracking my spine had nothing to do with the cold. It was old here. Too old.
