“They’re here,” I sniffled, tilting my head to rest against my mate’s. They were finally home. The truck came up to us and stopped with a swerve to the left. Behind the wheel, Knight waved to us, but the back of the truck unloaded before he could get out.
A bombardment of my family came at me and I was swept up in a wave of hugs from everyone who’d been gone for the past five years. Dreya, Thomas, Kitty, Dom, Anastasia, Clara, Lucas, Olivier, Renard, and behind them was the man who’d been gone for much longer than them, the man they’d gone searching for while we held up the fort.
Balthazar stood with his cane in hand, smiling up at me with his smooth as silk grin, as he always had before we were parted.
“Traffic was hectic in Copenhagen. Sorry I’m late.”
“You bastard,” I shouted at him, taking off in a run and grabbing him in a tight hug. The relief I felt with his arms around me was almost surprising, but I was still angry with him, and I pulled away to shout my frustration. “Getting yourself thrown in prison, making my family have to go after you, you stupid fuck, I am so pissed at you, and I know my grandmother is up in heaven calling you every name she can think of because you’re such a dick!” I caught my breath after my tirade, and I held him even closer, kissing him on the cheek over and over. “I’m so happy you’re home.” Toni the succubus was waiting in the truck bed, watching us. She waved at me with a small smile, a complete change from her usual demeanor. Maybe they’d been in prison for much longer than it had been for us since time moved differently in the Bicus realm. I released him from my hug and wiped my nose, turning to hug Knight when he came up beside me.
“I smell cake,” he noted with a sniff, looking around for it. I loved him so much. At least he hadn’t been gone for five years, I wouldn’t have been able to bear it.
“Fucking Bicus realm and its stupid time warping. We were there for like twenty minutes and came out five years later,” Kitty grumped, Dom’s hands in her jacket pockets from behind. He kissed at her head and Shadow the cat came to rub against Kitty’s legs. “Then we came out in a weird place, and it took us days to light the signal beacon Arthur set up nearby so Knight could come and get us.”
“I haven’t eaten in a week,” Dreya complained in Thomas’s arms, finally displaying her real self again.
“There’s cake,” Knight emphasized in response, pointing in the direction of the smell. Everyone left us to go grab slices of it and some of the fruit I’d left on the table. Knight stayed behind to give me a tender, slow kiss on my lips, and I felt warm and happy all over. He swished our noses together cutely and kissed the tip of mine before folding me into his arms. “All mine,” he proclaimed with a smile.
“Close, but no,” Arthur corrected beside us. I heard him set Gwen down so she could run after Kitty.
“Ssssh, daddy’s talking,” Knight smarted. I knew Arthur would be rolling his eyes at him, and I giggled against Knight’s chest at the mental image. I turned just enough to see him, in fact, rolling his eyes, and I reached out for his hand, which he took and accompanied it with one of his secret special smiles. Knight looked up and the smile disappeared, but only just. “Did you think when you came to arrest this rabble rouser that you’d end up falling in love with her?”
Arthur didn’t even pause. “Absolutely not.”
“What?” I bleated in complaint.
He inclined his head toward me, almost smiling again. “But I’m glad I did.”
“Close enough,” Knight proclaimed, and he took my other hand to lead both of us to the lawn table where he claimed the last three slices of cake for us.
I watched my children chasing each other on the lawn, the adults laughing at a story being told, and my mates standing on either side of me. We’d been broken, abused, and had loved ones taken from us forever, but in that moment, we had each other, and that was better than any vision of the future, because this was the future I wanted to live.
For as long as I could live it.
Time of the Ancients
Born Vampire, Book six
NSFW Edition
The magic begins
I woke up in a tangle of limbs. With several legs over mine, two arms slung across my stomach, and someone’s face planted against my hair, it was hard to tell where they ended and I began. Carefully, I extracted myself from my two lovers’ embrace and slid off the end of our big bed, only to turn around and see they had already filled my empty space by snuggling with each other. Knight sleepily raised his head and kissed Arthur’s lips, then he curled up closer to the icy warrior who held him close like he was his precious teddy bear.
Yeah. That was happening now.
One day I’d come home from visiting my parents only to find Arthur passionately kissing my husband while jacking him off, and it made for some very hot sex afterwards, no complaints. Now they were bonded mates in addition to being my mates, and our little ménage trio was doing well. I’ll admit that seeing them making out while still in a sleepy haze was a major turn on, but I had to get up and make sure breakfast was ready by the time the kids were up.
“Don’t fuck without me,” I threw over my shoulder as I bent to our communal chest of drawers so I could get dressed for the day. Pulling some clothes and my jewelry from a drawer, I heard some lazy protests before heavy moaning filled the air and I turned back to see my lovers making out still with their hands on each other’s hard erections. My dress and necklace fell to the floor, and I was very glad I was already naked. “Or this is good too.”
Knight sat up, throwing me a devilish grin that sent shivers all over my body, and he knelt in front of Arthur before sliding his hard cock inside the vampire so hard it brought a long drawn out groan from Arthur’s lips. The view of Knight’s smooth, round ass from where I was standing as he started thrusting in and out of our lover was too much for me to handle. I eagerly climbed back onto the bed and ran my hand up and down his buttocks, smacking one cheek and then the other, making him moan and throw his head back.
“Come here,” Arthur said breathlessly, tugging at my knee. I crawled over to him, squealing when Knight returned the favor and smacked my ass back. Arthur was gripping the sheets already from the intensity of my husband’s fucking, but he carefully guided me to the spot he wanted, where my dripping slit was right over his face. I gripped the headboard and jerked upright at the first tease of his tongue along my folds. His rough hands held me in place so I couldn’t escape the ruthless tongue lashing I was about to receive, even if I got too sensitive for it. He knew exactly what I liked.
Arthur lowered me onto his tongue and immediately suckled my clitoris into his mouth, rolling his tongue across it until I was gasping against the headboard, almost unsure if I could still hold myself up before he was finished with me. He brought a hand up and slid two fingers inside my pussy, fucking me in and out in time with his mouth. A low guttural groan escaped my lips as I grew slightly sensitive from his intensity and I tried to move away if only for a second.
A firm hand landed on my head, holding me in place by a chunk of my hair, pressing my cheek into the wall behind our bed. “Don’t even think about moving, Lis,” Knight commanded, his voice husky and slightly out of breath from his ravenous fucking. “Make her come, Arthur. She can’t get away.” Knight had taken a tip from our lover, becoming more assertive with me sexually, and yes, it was the hottest thing ever. He was also right, I was completely pinned between them, unable to move with Knight’s hand firmly holding my head and Arthur’s arm cupped around my waist so I couldn’t lift my hips. Knowing I was so helpless drove me absolutely wild, making it no surprise I was about to climax.
Arthur pushed into both our heads since we were all connected now through my psychic abilities. She’s tightening up on my fingers, she really can’t resist us holding her in place. We should definitely tie her up again. I moaned from the memory of the last time they’d tied me up. Arthur tied me to a kitchen chair, legs spread, breasts bare, so I could watch him fuck Knight in the ass
until he came all over my naked body. Then Arthur pulled my hips forward and fucked my ass in the chair, not letting me orgasm until I begged for him to tie me up more often. Then he allowed Knight to flick my clit once, sending me careening off into the abyss of a climax so intense I almost passed out.
“That was a good memory,” Knight purred, the sound of his balls hitting Arthur’s ass the only sound I could hear over my own moans. I’d accidentally sent both of them a replay of that day, and the slight humiliation sent an erotic pulse through me, shoving me over the edge until I was coming on Arthur’s tongue over and over, unable to even move my head beyond sagging against the headboard. “Don’t stop, keep licking her.”
Hazy, I was about to ask what he was doing when I felt Knight probing my ass and sliding his cock inside me, with the hand on my head not slacking for one second. His other hand reached around and grasped one of my breasts, flicking the nipple until I gasped and bucked my hips because the sensations were too intense. Arthur’s tongue on my clit, his fingers in my pussy, and Knight’s cock moving in and out of my ass. My tired body didn’t know whether to shy away or beg for more. Either way, the option was no longer mine because they had me and they would do whatever they wanted to me. And gods, I loved it.
Knight’s hot breath fluttered over my neck and he pulled me away from the wall until I was flush against his back and he was holding me in place again as he fucked away at my ass. God, he was so good at this. He was tireless, even when he went at a blinding pace and thrust so hard it almost hurt. The effect on me though was palpable, making my pussy gush around Arthur’s fingers and my body awash with pleasure.
Without even realizing, I hit that sweet spot and started babbling out from the haze I was in. “Fuck, fuck me harder. I need to come again.”
Greedy, Arthur sent to me, almost chuckling against my clitoris.
In response, Knight started pulling me away from Arthur’s mouth and I gripped the headboard to stop him. “No, no! I want to come.” But Knight wasn’t listening, he pulled me down Arthur’s body so I was poised above Arthur’s still erect penis and I was lowered onto it until they were both inside me, filling me to the brim. I was still close enough to a climax that I could hardly think, but I gripped Arthur’s arms when he sat up and they both started a rhythm of fucking me in and out, making it impossible for me to go back. Groans bubbled from my throat and Knight pulled at my hair again until I was immobile against him, and he made sure to capture my hands so I couldn’t rub myself to make this happen any faster.
Ass.
“Connect us,” Knight ordered into my ear, biting at the lobe slightly. As soon as I did, their mutual sensations filled me, making me so overwhelmed I felt like I was floating over the room. Knight was holding himself off so much, he could hardly stand it, seeing me so overcome was about to make him lose it. Arthur was enjoying the view of both of his lovers together and the sight was having the same effect on him, and especially after being nicely fucked before me, he was dangerously close to the edge. I couldn’t take it, I started coming in a never ending wave that swept them along with me until I literally passed out from the pleasure.
When I woke up for the second time that morning, I was still entwined with various limbs, only this time we were a sweaty heap that was completely drained for the rest of the century. Grunting, I shoved a leg off of my ribcage and was swept into a cuddle spoon before I could react. Knight clutched me to him, nuzzling my naked ass into the crook of his body where we fit perfectly together. Arthur was on my other side, pushing himself against my breasts and planting soft kisses along my cheek and lips.
“Balthazar is coming over,” I got out in-between kisses.
“Mmm,” Arthur buzzed against my lips. “He can watch.”
That brought me reeling back so I could catch the look on his face, just to be sure he was in fact joking. “That’s not funny, babe.”
“S’not like he’s never seen you naked,” Knight noted sleepily against my bare shoulder. “Trust me, he’s got a hard-on for you still.”
I wiggled out of their arms because the conversation was going somewhere I wasn’t sure I liked. “Okay, ha ha. Don’t tease me. Yes, we fucked and it was amazing. That was sixty-seven years ago. Also we’re not talking about this,” I emphasized after I picked my dress up from the floor. I threw it over my head and flipped my curls out in a huff, not bothering with my necklace that I put on top of the dresser.
“How long did it take you to accept your feelings for Arthur,” my husband said dryly, giving me a knowing look.
Why? Why did I have to end up with two men who ganged up on me at every turn, bringing out the painful things I tried to avoid?
My scowl in his direction stayed as I pulled out some underwear and slipped it on under my dress. “This is not the same thing, Knight. It has never been the same thing, and it will never be the same thing.” After walking to the door and turning back, my eyes landed on Arthur’s icy face and he was giving me that look that meant he thought I was wrong. “No, you keep that look to yourself. You’re wrong. You’re both wrong. I love you both, but stick it up your ass.”
That was my send-off to their naked butts as I shut the bedroom door behind me.
Damn men and their meddling therapy sessions. I loved the absolute piss out of them, but gods, why would they say something like that? They had no idea what they were talking about. I knew my head and my heart.
“Lisbeth, good morning,” Balthazar said, suddenly in front of me.
“God, stop that!” I waved my hand at him, somehow unable to look him in the eye, and walked through the den to the dining room where little nine year old Gwen sat at the table drawing a picture. I kissed the top of her dark head on my way to the kitchen where I got out several pots to make breakfast in. Balthazar rounded the corner in between the dining room and kitchen, making me jump again. “Fuck, it’s like you’ve gained the ability to be incorporeal again. God forbid,” I said dryly with a laugh, but he was meeting my awkward look with a curious expression. I cleared my throat and opened the fridge door, blocking him from my view so I could pick up our bowl of eggs.
God damn it.
“You smell of love,” he said from behind the door, and I closed it with a whoosh of air to look up at him.
“And you smell like lilacs.” Fuck, my burns were weak. I wrinkled my nose in disgust at myself and turned to the stove. “So, where’s George? The guy that lives at the abandoned movie theater?” I didn’t have to specify who I was talking about because he was our only neighbor named George. Balthazar had negotiated blood rations with the man and they’d become friends along the way.
As I started prepping the meal, I realized our egg bowl only had one egg inside it because I’d been too distracted to notice. Eager for an excuse to get away from my oldest friend, I reached under the counter for our egg basket and popped up with a smile. “I need to go gather eggs. I’ll be back in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.”
I rushed outside the kitchen through the back door and wiped a stray curl from my now sweaty forehead. What was wrong with me? I’d never thought of Balthazar romantically since the night I conceived Kitty after mindless fucking that had me drooling like a sex crazed idiot, but was that because I had no feelings for him, or because I’d very soon afterwards had my affections spoken for with someone else?
Fuck, feelings were the worst.
I trod along the field outside our house to the chicken coop Knight and Arthur built after we came here over ten years ago. After building it, they spent the better part of a month tracking down wild chickens to fill it with so we could have fresh eggs. The chickens clucked and fluttered around my bare feet when I opened the gate and shut it behind me. Wading through a large group of the birds, I lifted the hen house roof and started reaching inside to gather the eggs from the nests. Several brooding hens were actually sitting on theirs so I gently stuck my fingers under their feathers to pull out the eggs they’d laid. One bright red hen pecked my hand in prote
st, but I pat her head anyway and shut the roof after I was done.
A rooster crowed at me when I walked past him while something startled the birds on the other side of the coop. My ears hadn’t caught the sound with my distracted mood, and now that I used my senses, I could feel a human nearby. I smelled her blood, fresh and crisp. The chickens flew at me when I rushed to exit the coop, but they didn’t escape like they’d planned to. I set the egg basket down in the grass and ran towards the smell of fresh blood.
Not far away from the coop stood a large oak tree with a corpse underneath it. No, not a corpse. Her pulse was still thrumming rapidly in her veins, but it was weak. Far too weak. She resembled my mother’s appearance when we’d first met, with a ratty, torn black dress and matted, dirty hair. Who was this woman?
I bent to help her up and she wheezed out a breath that sounded eerily like she had a punctured lung. “Let me help you,” I assured her soothingly as I helped prop her up against the tree trunk. The blood I was smelling came from a wound in her side, and I knew it was one she would not survive.
“Li—” she broke off and coughed in a fit that blew spurts of blood onto her hand. I picked her up and carried her from the tree to our water pump to get her a glass of water. She took it gratefully and drank deeply of the cool liquid. “Lisbeth,” she said hoarsely, looking up at me.
I was taken aback that this creature knew my name. “You know me?” I couldn’t recall knowing anyone that looked like her. Maybe her face was too dirty to tell properly. I wet the corner of my dress to wipe at her filthy cheeks to see if I could clean her up enough to jog my memory.
“No,” she protested, pushing my hands away. “There’s no time. If I die first, nothing will matter.”
“Lisbeth?” Knight’s voice came from the back door behind me. “Who is that?”
The woman took my hand and clutched it to her chest. “I’m Serene Halace. I was a professor at Highborn Academy before the sharks came.” Highborn? I’d never heard of it. Was it a prep school? “Here, take this. It will guide you to Highborn when you get back.” She pressed a compass necklace into my hands and coughed again with more blood appearing on her dress and chin. “I’ve been looking for you for so long. If you can’t help us, then no one can.”
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