Jillian

by Lia Davis

  "I've got to get out of these rooms." I looked around at the tastefully decorated suite that I'd spent the last week in. I hadn't been out the entire time, too scared of encountering someone that would suspect my secret. "I'm going to train."

  "I'll send the plebes out for drills." Voss had taken a higher interest in the training of new recruits since we'd all been moved to one compound. He was to be the leader of the Collective council, but I'd been thinking of reassigning and putting Quin in that place. Voss wanted to teach the next generation. It was something for us to discuss.

  All three guys went with me to the gym. I put large headphones on, clearly attached to a MP3 player so to anyone that might walk in the gym, it looked like I was listening to music. They were noise cancelling headphones, so if I didn't turn them on, they just muffled all sounds to a manageable level.

  My vision inside the gym was fine.

  Once my eyes had adjusted to the new levels of colors and light, I'd realized how much I'd missed before. The rainbow of colors I'd known all my life was enhanced times a thousand. There were colors and shades I'd never imagined before, mixed into the grains of wood, the paint on the wall, a strand of hair. I'd taken to staring at colors. It had really freaked the guys out at first.

  "Want to spar?" Kane held his fists up. "I'll go easy on you."

  I grinned at him, overjoyed at the thought. "You go easy on me and you won't get any for a year." I lunged, my fist heading for his jaw. Praying the headphones stayed in place, I began to move and warm my body up. We circled each other, watching for openings.

  He moved ridiculously slow, trying to cuff me on the ear. I dodged and punched him in the chest. "Stop going easy on me!"

  Kane's face fell, and he looked down at his chest with his mouth open. The whole thing felt like slow motion.

  Quin ran forward. "Are you okay?"

  "Of course he is." I stepped forward as Kane fell to his knees. "I've punched him a million times.

  "Before your ascension," Voss reminded me. "Not since."

  Kane grimaced at me, but I was pretty sure he was trying to smile. "I'm okay. I could use a little blood though. I think you cracked my sternum."

  Fuck. What had I done?

  "Of course." Without thinking of where we were, I dropped beside him. Feeling ridiculous in my earphones, I ripped them off then climbed into his lap. Hugging him close, I offered him my neck. "I’m sorry."

  He bit down without pretense, while wrapping his arms around me. He must've been in intense pain to do this in front of Voss and Quin, especially in the gym where anyone could walk in at any moment. But what else could I do? We didn’t have bagged blood because I preferred to provide my vampire what he needed. Plus, the intense pleasure I got from the feedings outweighed the occasional blood loss.

  My orgasm hit me harder than it ever had. Our pleasure combined in a mix of intense bliss that vibrated through my body. The tangled emotions and passion were too much, like everything else I'd experienced in the last week.

  I blacked out, the sensations filling my body too much for one person to process.

  "Jillian…Jill…Fuck." Kane’s panicked words broke through the haze of sleep as I came to.

  As soon as I opened my eyes, he blew up in a mix of relief and fear. "Are you okay? Fuck. I’ll never feed from you again. I almost killed you."

  I sat up, still straddling his lap on the mat, and framed his face in my hands. I keep my tone calm. "Stop. You will feed from me because I’m your mate. You did not almost kill me."

  Kane tried to shake his head, but I held it in place. "You passed out."

  Frowning, I let go of him and glanced back to Quin and Voss, who were watching us with interest. It was the first time they’d seen Kane feed from me. Focusing on Kane, I said, "I passed out from the overwhelming pleasure from the orgasm, not from the little bit of blood you took to heal yourself from an injury I caused. Are you okay?"

  "For Lucifer’s sake, woman, you scared me." Kane drew me into another tight hug and fisted his hand in my hair.

  I sagged into him. "I need to get used to the sensations and heightened senses. We still have two crazies to track down before they come to us with an army. Who knows what Trinity and Emerson are up to or why they’ve been so quiet lately."

  The mention of Trinity and Emerson snapped Kane out of his freak-out-I-killed-my-mate-self-loathing episode. He stood while holding me to him.

  It only took a few minutes to convince Kane I was okay and we could continue, but it took me an hour to shut Quin and Voss up. I finally gave up and put my headphones on, lowering the music to its lowest setting and ignoring their teases.

  The next day I woke early and hit the gym. The work out the day before had really helped me focus on my senses and surroundings. For my cool down, I meditated to help separate what was overwhelming me. It helped me filter out the unnecessary sounds. Plus, my eyes had adjusted a little more.

  The worst part was still smell and taste, but a heightened sense of smell was unlikely to bring me down in a fight.

  About thirty minutes after I settled into a jog on the treadmill, my guys entered the gym. I didn’t have my headphones and heard them descending the stairs. When they entered, I spoke without turning to them or stopping the treadmill. "Why don’t we try an outing today and see how it goes? If it goes well, we’ll join the new council at the meeting tomorrow night."

  "That sounds like a plan, actually," Quin said. He’d been the most protective through it all, the one most likely to veto any idea I had about getting out or doing something active.

  My spirits lifted at the idea of getting out of the house.

  After dinner, Voss followed me up to our suite of rooms while Quin finished up some paperwork for a grant to a couple of graduating academy students. They wanted to move closer to the ocean to continue their coursework on marine biology. We were going to pay the first six months’ rent for an apartment near the sea while they established themselves.

  "Hey, Jill?" Kane called up the stairs. Voss and I were halfway up.

  "Yeah?"

  "I’m going to run to my apartment and get the last of my boxes. I think the landlord rented it out, he’s been bugging me to come get them."

  Voss took a few steps back down. "You need any help?"

  "Nah, but I’ll take the SUV. It’s not much."

  "Okay, see you soon," I called with a pang in my gut. I hadn’t been separated from the three of them since we’d moved. All pack business had been conducted at the manor and we’d managed to take turns attending so that my weakness was minimalized. Most pack members knew an ascension to High Alpha would weaken me, but we hadn’t advertised when we’d be actually performing the ritual, and nobody but the High Alphas, and now my mates, knew exactly what transpired during the rite.

  Voss pulled back the bed covers for me. We hadn’t really settled on any sleeping arrangement. I had a California king, which left plenty of room for all of us in one bed without the guys feeling like they had to snuggle. Whoever ended up in bed first was who I slept beside. We’d not made a big deal out of it, and it hadn’t turned into one. I was thrilled that the four of us just fell into a routine without much discussion.

  We also hadn’t tried to have sex since my transformation. They were even more hesitant with me since the overwhelming orgasm yesterday. That was about to come to an end. Overwhelming emotions and sensations be damned.

  I stared at Voss out of the corner of my eye as he changed into his pajamas. I also began to change, but instead of putting my jammies on, I just… didn’t. I stood on my side of the bed, naked, and waited for him to notice.

  He pulled his shirt over his head, reaching for the remote. "Wanna watch that vampire show you like?"

  I loved to watch shows and movies that featured the human versions of vampires and lycans. It was deeply entertaining to see what they got wrong—and what they got right. I didn’t answer his question, so he queued up the show anyway and turned to see why I was quiet as he cl
imbed up into the high bed.

  His eyes widened and he froze with one knee on the bed. "Jill?" I thought his eyebrows were trying to fuck his hairline, they were raised so high. He shifted and grabbed himself. "You just made my dick harden so fast it hurt."

  I grinned, loving the reaction I gave him. "I’d like to try?" I was hesitant, somehow it felt like our first time again. "But, maybe you could get me off first with your hand, just to see how it goes?"

  His smile blew me away. He was such a handsome man, muscles rippling under his snug white tee. He finished climbing into the bed, stalking across it on all fours to me. His head was perfectly level with my breasts as I stood on the side. He wasted no time, putting his lips around one of my rosy nipples and sucking it sharply into his mouth.

  My breath caught as all the nerve endings on my body lit on fire. Pleasure swirled in my mind and I focused on breathing. "Slow, Voss. We don’t know how I’ll take this."

  He looked up at me, raising a hand to continue the tease of my nipple while he spoke. "I’ll go as slow as I can, Jillian, but we’re new mates. Waiting this last week has been torture. We’re meant to be fucking every five minutes."

  My voice dropped as my horniness turned into a raging inferno of desire. "I’ve been dying to have you inside me. I gave myself an orgasm this morning, in the shower. Since I made it through that, I decided it was time to try the real deal. Meditation and working out is helping. I need to get a handle on this."

  He grinned before moving his lips back to my breast, this time taking the other nipple into his mouth and rolling it between his teeth. His hand continued teasing the other. "Scoot over," I told him gently. He pulled back and jerked his clothes off in record time. "You’re worse than a teenager." I teased him as he yanked his underwear down and his dick sprang free. "That really is an impressive hard-on. You missed me, huh?"

  "Lay down, woman. I’m going to make you come so you can tell me you can handle it, and then I can fuck you." I hopped up on the bed. He grabbed my legs and pulled me down so my head bounced off the pillows.

  I squealed and laughed, but my laughter disappeared as he pushed my knees apart and pressed his lips to my pussy. His fingers spread me apart, exposing my clit to his tongue. I moaned at the assault on my senses but felt no danger of passing out. "That’s amazing."

  He doubled his efforts, spreading me with one hand and using the other to slowly circle my entrance as his tongue teased my clit. My moans were throaty and loud as an orgasm started to build immediately.

  We’d not been together long, but he knew how to play my body. He had my back arched and toes curled in no time. Pinpricks of desire raced over my flesh and inside me. Passion built and sensations filled me, threating to overwhelm me. I focused on Voss and was surprised at how much he grounded me.

  He bit my clit, and I screamed as the orgasm slammed into me, my body jerking with each wave.

  As soon as it faded away, he was on his knees, positioning his thick cock outside my entrance. I met his gaze then reached up to cup his face. "I’m good. Just focusing on you."

  A wickedness passed over his features as he pushed himself in, slowly and deliciously. I moaned, loving the feeling of him stretching me. Even though I’d love to take it slow, savor the sensations, I knew he needed release. "Don’t worry about me. Get yours."

  He laughed, but he set a fast pace. Even though I told him not to, I saw him watching me. He was making sure my own orgasm was building again with each roll of his hips that drove him deeper and deeper.

  "I’m going to come again." My voice was high, the pleasure he gave me causing my breath to quicken and my moans to turn to cries, and then shrieks. "Voss!" I cried his name over and over as I milked his dick, my walls tightening with my release.

  He was quiet when he came, but he pushed in as hard and far as he could, then dropped his head into the crook of my neck, nuzzling and marking me with his scent. He bit down on my neck, a sign of his alpha nature. Even though I was his High Alpha, I surrendered, and relaxed as he bit, showing him deference.

  In politics, or with pack decisions, I would never defer to anyone. But him? In private, in our bed, every time if that’s what he needed.

  "Move." Quin’s voice was sharp and growly. I twisted to see around Voss. I hadn’t even known Quin was in the room.

  Voss rose up over me and chuckled. "Looks like you get another orgasm," he told me, rolling off of me and off the side of the bed. "I’ll go grab a shower. Have fun."

  "Roll over." Quin was not in the mood for foreplay. I clenched my legs together in anticipation but didn’t move. I wanted to play a little. Plus, I could tell by his scent he was turned on more than I’d ever seen him. How long had he watched us?

  Quin stalked toward me, his alpha wolf howling behind his eyes. "Roll. Over."

  I raised one eyebrow and opened my legs, displaying my glistening pussy for him to see. Voss’s seed leaked out of me, and Quin’s sharp eyes surely wouldn’t miss it.

  Quin reached the side of the bed and grabbed my leg and arm closest to him, yanking me toward him and to the side. He grabbed my hips, positioning me at his crotch, sideways on the bed.

  "You think you can just do what you want?" I held his stare and tried like hell to keep the smirk from my lips. Apparently, I loved it when my guys took control of me. It was a blissful change from our public persona.

  "Yes." He pulled up on my hips and flipped me over in one movement. I heard his zipper, then his hand rubbed all over my pussy and ass. I groaned and rolled my hips so my ass was up in the air. He pulled me back so my legs hung off the side of the bed. The high bed made it the perfect height for the tall man.

  Without warning, he slid inside me and slammed his body into mine. I gave a strangled cry, because he grabbed a clump of my hair. He’d done exactly what I wanted. I wanted him to take control. He had a hard time letting me show him deference, even in our bedroom. Sometimes I had to goad him to get him to take control.

  Pulling on my hair, he lifted me until I had to support myself with my arms fully extended. "You like to defy me?"

  "I do what I want."

  He let go of my hair, and a sharp smack echoed around the room. I growled at him, but I’d never been more turned on. After slapping my ass one more time, he moved inside me. By then I was ready, my orgasm just waiting on a little vaginal stimulation to break over me.

  I moaned his name as I came around his cock. He moved faster and faster, prolonging my release into one long, intense session of orgasm. "I’m going to come," he said with his hand back on my hair. "You’re going to finish with me."

  Trying to nod my head only spurred him to grip my hair tighter. "Tell me you are going to come with me."

  "I am," I cried out throatily. The angle made talking difficult, but I wouldn’t have had him release me for the world.

  "Come now," he demanded as he let go of my hair and grabbed my hips, his final thrusts harder than the ones before.

  Yessir. I came. Right then.

  As soon as it was over and he’d taken a few deep breaths, he had me cradled in his arms. "Was it too much? I assumed from the way you ignored me that you wanted me to take you like that. Was I right?"

  "It was perfect." I kissed his lips. "Take me to pee."

  Quin laughed at me and shook his head. "As you wish."

  We crowded in on Voss in the bathroom, then jumped in the massive shower with him. "I’ve had enough for one night, though." I didn’t know if I could survive another orgasm without passing out. Poor Kane would have to go without for another night. "Keep your hands to yourselves."

  "Yes, ma’am." Voss finished rinsing himself and left the shower to me and Quin, but he needn’t have hurried. We washed quickly and got out as well.

  Our bed called, all three of us properly worn out. Kane was on my mind as I drifted off. My sleep-addled mind asked me a question I couldn’t seem to wake up enough to process. What the hell was taking him so long?

  4

  Kane
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br />   I jogged up the stairs to my apartment. The night air had been refreshing as I drove into town with all the windows to the SUV down. Virginia rarely had perfect weather, and I liked to enjoy it when I could. Whistling, I unlocked the door and bounded inside, ready to load the boxes and get back to my new family.

  I saw the ax coming just in time to move to the left. To kill a vampire, the head or heart must be completely removed from the body. My reflexes prevented total decapitation, but I felt the sharp blade sever my spine and blood poured.

  The ground rushed up to meet me, my head settling at a weird angle considering where my body was. There was no pain. Only surprise. How had I not heard or smelled the attacker?

  Ah. Trinity. She loomed over me, ax resting on her shoulder. "You just couldn’t work with me, could you, Kane? We could’ve made it work." She tutted and raised the ax but froze with it in the air.

  "Shit." Her exclamation was followed by her disappearance as the ax clattered to the ground beside my head. I heard the popping sound of a portal opening and cut my eyes as far as I could to see who was about to come through. How are my ears and eyes still working?

  My mother stepped out of the portal, dressed in a ball gown and tiara. What the hell had she been doing in Hell? I tried to chuckle, but my vocal cords weren’t working. Cut in half. I tried to mouth her name, but my lips wouldn’t move right.

  "Shhh, I’ll deal with this. You’re an idiot for letting her get the drop on you." She crouched beside me, blood soaking into her dress. "You should’ve known better than to go anywhere alone. Where is your guard? Where are your new mates?" She lifted my body like it was a child’s and lined it up with my head. With firm, gentle hands, she turned my head. "Gotta line this up right." I was looking straight up at the ceiling.

  When she had me positioned how she wanted me, she placed her wrist over my mouth. I looked at it dumbly. Even if I wasn’t shocked that she was going to offer me her blood—which I’d never before heard of her doing—my muscles wouldn’t respond and open my mouth. I blew air out of my nose in consternation, then when none came out, I realized my lungs weren’t attached to my airways anymore. I had no breath to blow out my nose. My head must’ve been connected by a few blood vessels and some skin.