All Souls’ Night: A Midnight Doms Boxset

by Renee Rose

  “Yes, Sire.” Theo kisses my hand before releasing it and stepping back, giving the king room to walk around me.

  His eyes rake up and down my body, like I’m some curious artifact he’s considering. When he stops before me, he gazes down his nose. “How do you feel, Karina? Are you hungry?”

  I glance between Alex and Theo, looking for some help, but Theo merely nods.

  “No, Sire.”

  “She was hungry when she first woke up,” Alex explains. “But after having Theo’s blood, her hunger was gone.”

  “Interesting.” The king takes my hand, examining it, then pulls me toward him, and I stiffen when his face descends to my ear, where he sniffs me, like he’s trying to guess my perfume. This total invasion of my space leaves me a bit jittery, and I look over his shoulder, seeking Theo’s guidance.

  The tick in Theo’s jaw indicates he’s just as uncomfortable as I am, and his nostrils flare, but his gaze locks with mine, where I feed from his resolve.

  The king steps back, nodding. “Theo, I think we’ve discovered your hidden gift.” He joins his queen and they both continue to assess me, but thankfully at a distance.

  “I’m sorry, what gift do you mean?” Theo comes to my side and wraps a protective arm around me, much to my relief. I lean into him. Alex stands on the other side of me, and I’m engulfed in their protective presence.

  “Your blood may make transforming someone a painless process. I heard about such vampires centuries ago, but they’re very rare. They’re called True Bloods. I believe I’ve only met one in my entire lifetime of two millennia who possessed such a gift.”

  “And you think Theo is a True Blood?” Alex asks.

  “I’m not sure.” The king cocks his head to the side. “You and Alex should take her hunting. See how she fares with the temptation of human blood. And take the rest of the evening off. But come to the club tomorrow night, and let me know how it goes.”

  “Yes, Sire.” Theo follows them to the front door.

  With my newfound vampiric senses, I catch their final words.

  “Watch her carefully. We don’t want any accidental mortal deaths.” Lucius gives Theo and then me a nod before he and Selene leave.

  Theo strolls into the kitchen, a thoughtful expression on his face.

  “Alex told me how I’m not acting like most vampires do when they’re first turned.” I cross my arms, a little self-conscious. “That’s not a bad thing, is it?”

  Theo smirks. “Not at all. In fact, it’s wonderful news. I’ve never heard of a True Blood. I wonder if giving my blood to other new vampires would help them overcome those ravenous cravings.”

  Hope sprouts in my chest. “Alex also told me Zoe was turned. Maybe we can help her?”

  “Some vampires can be a bit possessive of their sired, pet.”

  “Like you were when Lucius was sniffing around me?”

  He smirks. “You saw that, huh?”

  “You looked like you were ready to tear Lucius to shreds.” Alex grins and crosses his arms.

  “You’re both right. It took a lot of effort to restrain myself.” Theo narrows his eyes. “Perhaps if I pour my blood into a cup, it might make it easier for Armando. He is very possessive of Zoe, but I know he’ll do anything to help her.”

  “I hope so. I would hate to be kept from her because she’s mad with hunger.”

  “Then that is what we’ll do. But first,” he crooks his finger at me, “the three of us are going hunting.”

  Chapter 12

  Theo slaps my ass. “Don’t you dare come, Alex.”

  I clench my jaw and pull out of Karina’s hot wet pussy, grabbing my cock, holding back the wave that wants to crash through my body. “Yes, Sir.” I grit my teeth.

  Karina’s supple ass is pink from Theo’s paddle, her pussy dripping, her sweet musk filling the air of the private dungeon in our home. She lifts her head, her figure bent over the spanking bench. “Please, Sir?”

  Theo chuckles, his cock rigid and just inches from her mouth. “God, I do love it when you beg, pet.”

  She dares to lash out with her tongue to taste the dew dripping from his cock, but he dodges her. “You want more punishment?”

  She pouts. Now my little cupcake knows what punishment means at Theo’s hand. This morning, when Theo came home from the club, Karina was particularly naughty, taking advantage of her new vampiric strength, and tried to have her way with Theo. He wrestled her down and cuffed her to the St. Andrew’s Cross. Though he gave her a good flogging, it was mixed with titillation and near orgasms, one after the other. Between having me fuck her, teasing her with a vibrator and licking her pussy, he never let her climax. And when I came to her defense and got feisty myself, I received the same treatment. We went to bed aching with unfulfillment, although deliciously titillated.

  When we both woke up just after sunset, Theo had already started teasing us both and here we are, an hour later, and he still won’t let us come. I empathize with my cupcake. But, if I’m honest with myself, I’m enjoying the hell out of it.

  Theo strolls around to Karina’s backside, slides his cock into her, and pumps her hard a few times before pulling out. Karina screeches her frustration. He chuckles. “You two will be primed and ready for a special scene tonight at the masquerade. Private, but we’ll have a scene and a surprise.”

  I shudder at the thought and grip my cock to stave off another wave.

  He points his finger at me. “No playing without me tonight. Understood?”

  He knows me too well. I had absolutely planned on fucking Karina senseless when he left. I close my eyes, but nod. “Yes, Sir.”

  He goes back to Karina’s head, and holds her face. “And no pleasuring yourselves. Tonight, you come with me, or you don’t come at all.”

  Her lips harden with defiance, and Theo raises a provoking brow.

  “Yes, Sir.” She narrows her eyes.

  Theo crouches, now eye-level with her, and smiles. “Behave, and I will make you scream with the greatest release you’ve had in your life. I promise.”

  She sighs, but smirks. “Yes, Sir.” She licks her fang, and I cringe at her rebellious fire.

  “Karina.” Theo’s voice is deep and filled with warning.

  She pouts. “Yes, Sir.”

  Minx.

  Our master stands and gives her one last smack on her ass. “Alex, clean her up and give her proper aftercare. I will meet you both at the club.” He grabs my face and devours my mouth with his. I tremble and squeeze my cock so I don’t succumb to his seductive power over me.

  Theo saunters from our playroom, not looking back.

  Since Theo left Alex and me begging for release, my senses are tingling and alive in more ways than I thought possible. Everything is a sensual sensation. My panties are soaked. My nipples pebble hard against my corset. And Alex’s cologne mixed with his chemistry has me teetering on the edge. I complain about the lack of release, but in truth…I’m having the time of my life.

  Fire breathers and acrobats entertain the line of people waiting to get into the club: a rainbow of costumes and the scent of blood wafting off them. My mouth waters, and I clutch the crook of Alex’s arm. With him at my side, I feel like a princess as he escorts me into Club Toxic.

  The entire space has been transformed into a Venetian Masquerade. Elegant velvets, brocades, and a shimmering décor of gold, silver and red drip from the walls and ceiling. A contortionist harlequin, his skintight costume accenting every cut of his muscles, seduces the crowd. Two silver-costumed jugglers masterfully toss glittering gold-and-silver clubs between them and make the patrons laugh with their comical antics. Everything is so magical! So delicious, especially with all the mortals pressing into the space, their candy-sweet heat having me on the verge of drooling. Alex took me to hunt before we got into our costumes, thankfully minimizing much of the bloodlust, but I still ache to sink my new fangs into these eager mortals, who are ignorant of the dangerous predators around them.

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sp; I glance at Alex for the hundredth time, and he takes my breath away in his eighteenth-century costume, softened with a modern touch. He’s wearing a long black coat with tails and large cuffs, accented with gold embroidery and buttons. A tailored blood-red brocade vest covers his broad chest and, just under his chin scruffed with a short beard, a white cravat blouses out of his white shirt. The black knee-length trousers hug his muscular thighs and go perfectly with the white stockings and black silver-buckled shoes of the period. A black tricorn hat tops his already towering figure.

  Although I don’t like that the Phantom of the Opera style mask partially covers his handsome face, there’s a seductive mystery about him. His block chin and lush lips are more pronounced. His green eyes pierce me with promise. The hunger in his gaze says he’s as eager to get to our scene with Theo as I am.

  I lean close. “Stop looking at me like you want to eat me.”

  His lips press to my ear. “But I do. I want to spear your juicy pussy with my tongue until you scream my name while Theo fucks me senseless.”

  My core tightens and aches. I smack my lace-fringed fan against his chest. “Naughty boy!”

  He grins devilishly. “Come along, cupcake.” Alex points me toward the coat check room. “Let us find out what our master is up to.”

  I shiver with anticipation as we descend into the dungeon. The scent of blood and sex is already filling the air, and a growl rumbles from my throat.

  Alex chuckles. “I heard that.”

  I press my fingertips to my lips, surprised at the sound, which wasn’t unlike that of a panther or wild animal about to pounce on its prey. “Did that come out of me?” My breath hitches in my chest as my eyes fall upon Theo beside the king and queen. He and Alex have coordinated identical costumes—only their masks are mirror images. He is just as stunning as Alex, and I have to swallow over the lump in my throat. How did I get lucky enough to have these two men to love so much?

  A squeal breaks the spell and I turn just in time to catch Zoe throwing her arms around me. I’m grinning so hard, my cheeks hurt. “Oh, my god!”

  She is absolutely radiant. Her breasts swell over the top of her black and gold corset, dusted with glitter to match the fabric highlighting her lush curves. The mask covering the top half of her face rises in spiraling horns reminiscent of Maleficent, and her chestnut-brown hair is swept up into a pile of curls studded with diamonds.

  Armando, the vampire Spaniard who stole my best friend’s heart months ago, is patiently waiting behind Zoe with an unmistakable hunger in his eyes for her. I’m happy they finally got together and she has someone to look after her.

  I place my red-gloved hands on her bare shoulders and grin. “You look so happy.”

  “I am.” Her smile widens and she glances back at Armando.

  “That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” I lean in close to whisper. “How’s the hunger? Still under control?”

  “Yes. One dose of Theo’s blood really did the trick.”

  “I’m so glad. I’ve heard all of the other new vampires are feeling the same.”

  “How’s Theo?”

  I wave off her concern. “He’s fine. He didn’t pass around his blood all at once. He visited one or two people a night, and putting his blood in a cup was a great way to keep the dom vamps from getting territorial.”

  We both giggle.

  “You look beautiful, Rina.” She peers over my shoulder. “You and Theo take good care of her, or I’ll hunt you down myself.”

  I laugh, and Alex places his hand upon the small of my back. “There will never be a need. Theo and I would die for her.”

  I sigh. “See. No need to worry.” I kiss her cheek. “You two have fun. We have to meet up with Theo.”

  With one last hug, Zoe disappears into the crowd of festivities on Armando’s arm.

  Selene crooks her finger over her shoulder and I bend forward, inclining my ear to the queen as she sits on her throne. “Everything is spectacular. I couldn’t have done this without your assistance.”

  “You’re much too generous, Your Grace. All of this is you. I just made sure some of the pieces fell into place while you were away. I can’t take credit for any of it.”

  She raises an eyebrow. “Theo. Just say thank you.”

  I suppress a smile. “Thank you, Your Grace.”

  As I lift my gaze, I allow my heart to stutter in my throat. Alex and Karina have appeared at the bottom of the stairs leading to the coat check room, and I’m speechless. Alex oozes with seductive promise, and glides into the room with Karina on his arm. His demeanor is simply mouthwatering, and I’m transported back to the time I first met him in London. Broad shoulders, intense green eyes that seem to see into my soul, and that seductive smirk on his lips, which takes my breath away as easily as it did over a hundred-and-thirty years ago. He briefly drops his gaze to regard Karina, as if to say: Would you look at this vision of beauty?

  And she most certainly is. Karina’s eyes meet mine through the silver and gold, horned mask. Her best friend Zoe steals her attention away from me. I can’t fight the grin that spreads across my face at her happiness as the two girls chatter and giggle, as young women often do.

  When Zoe and Armando disappear into the crowd, Karina turns to Alex and cups her red-satin gloved hand beside her face to share a secret that curls Alex’s mouth in amusement. He nods. Her rich auburn hair is swept away from her face with jeweled clips, and cascades down her back in waves of curls and cream-colored ribbons. Glitter shimmers like highlights on her strawberry tresses. They approach the dais and, as she curtsies deep before the king and queen, my eyes devour her breasts swelling over her crimson-and-cream corset. Her expansive skirt pools around her, cinched tight at her tiny waist.

  I stroll down the few steps before them, offering my hand to Karina. I bring her satin-clad fingers to my lips. Her dark brown eyes burn with a hunger that rivals my own. “You’re a vision, my dear.”

  She tilts her puckered lips to me, and I can’t resist the tempting fare. I cover her mouth with mine and she moans, darting her tongue out and grazing me with her fangs. I nibble her bottom lip, then cock my eyebrow warningly. “Behave, pet.”

  Her mock astonishment isn’t fooling anyone, especially with those fangs bared under her fully opened mouth.

  Alex chuckles.

  With Karina between him and myself, I turn to an approaching waiter with a tray loaded with champagne flutes of blood, and I hand Alex and Karina each a glass before taking one for myself.

  The king stands, lifting his glass of blood to the crowded dungeon, filled almost to the brim with vampires and the few special select mortals who know about our world, or will soon become a part of it. The chatter dies and the music fades.

  Lucius smirks. “I’m pleased to see so many of you enjoying yourselves and participating in the festivities with such enthusiasm. Selene and I have been commenting for the last two hours about how amazing all of your costumes are.”

  There’s an appreciative rumble of conversation and laughter, which subsides quickly.

  “Tonight is an evening of celebration. All Hallows’ Eve has always been about transition, from the autumn into winter, life into death, but also about new life and new beginnings. Many of you here are celebrating all of those things. We have new members in our nest and, on behalf of my queen, we welcome you to our growing family.” He lifts his glass and drinks.

  All who hold glasses join the toast, and excited chatter rises.

  “But tonight,” Lucius waits for the conversation to die down, “Tonight, Selene and I also have a special announcement. Many of you have known me for more centuries than I care to count, so I know you’ll agree when I say this woman has changed me. She has made me a better man. She’s helped me realize the true meaning of love and partnership.”

  Lucius extends his hand to his queen, who takes it with grace, and stands at his side.

  “As such, I must honor this woman with my full devotion, at least for a period of
time. We have decided to go on an extensive ten-year honeymoon to Romania.”

  My apprehension swells with the murmurs and tentative applause.

  “Though I am still king of this nest, I must appoint someone to rule in my stead, and I expect you all to accept his judgement and his word as if they were my own, because they are. Theophilus, my son, please come forward.”

  My jaw comes unhinged. He isn’t asking me to rule in his stead, is he? Karina takes the glass from my hand. Alex nudges me. I blink to clear the shock, and ascend the dais.

  After the king, Maximus is the first to clap with resounding support, and he is followed by Augustus and Tiberius, Dexter, his mate Eilidh, and the rest of the nest. I approach the king, drop to one knee before Lucius and bow my head, willing my heart to be silent, my breath to be still. If I was mortal, both would have betrayed my apprehensions and uncertainty of this appointment. But I refuse to let anyone see any more of my surprise. If Lucius has faith enough in me to name me his successor while he is away, then I accept his judgement, even if I doubt my own.

  Lucius places a wide red and black ribbon around my neck, where a decorative medallion with his family crest now hangs. “Rise, Chancellor Theophilus Praesidio.”

  The roar of appreciation is more than I expect. I stand and face those in attendance, and I’m pleased to see smiling faces and congratulatory comments thrown my way. Many nod in approval or acknowledgement. But none of them fill me with more satisfaction and confidence than Alex and Karina, who are both beaming with pride and raising their glasses.

  “Speech!” Alex shouts in his deep voice.

  A rumble of laughter thunders through the crowd.

  I raise my hand to still the jests and conversation. “No speeches, except to say I’m obviously honored, and will support our king and queen while they are away, and keep order in the nest. Please, drink up and enjoy yourselves.”

  As the music rises and everyone returns their attention to the party, Lucius shakes my hand. “This is what I had planned on talking to you about, but Selene convinced me to surprise you instead.”