Beautiful Bargain

by Skye Jones

  BEAUTIFUL BARGAIN

  Desolate Lands Series Book Three

  by Skye Jones

  Copyright © 2018 Beautiful Bargain by Skye Jones

  Beautiful Bargain is book three in the Desolate Lands trilogy. It contains adult content and is only suitable for those aged 18 and over. There are dark themes in this book and trigger warnings apply. Book one should be read first as the series needs to be read in order. All rights reserved. This book may not be reproduced or used without the written permission of the publisher. All events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to places and persons is coincidental.

  Copyright © 2018 Beautiful Bargain by Skye Jones

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  EPILOGUE

  CHAPTER ONE

  Milly: Not Made of Glass

  I spent three days recovering, but the guys had begun to annoy me. They treated me like I was made of glass, hardly touching me, asking repeatedly if I needed anything. It was nice to be treated well, but I was okay, and I didn’t need them tiptoeing around me.

  They’d promised me some fun but so far, no fun times had taken place.

  They’d made a meal a couple hours ago, and we were all lounging in the one room they’d made comfy, watching a DVD. Dad and Mum had gone to bed early. I thought they were more shook up than me.

  Perhaps it would hit me later, but I wasn’t going to sit around waiting for that to happen. In fact, I needed something to keep me busy now I’d discovered my power. I wanted to practice it.

  I wanted to go out there and be useful. Jackson could train me if he wanted to, but so far, he’d been pampering me and tiptoeing around with all the others. I thought he’d at least recognize the need in me to burn off this energy.

  The guys hadn’t done a run for supplies in a few days. Alex needed to feed, and we had to find out what Sienna planned to do next, if possible. On top of which, I wanted us to go back and help the others like me, in particular the girl who had trained Sienna.

  Right then, though, I wanted something else. I wanted them to look at me with lust in their eyes. I didn’t want them to warily regard me as a terribly damaged thing, but see me as a sexy woman. Damn it, I’d saved myself, been strong, and instead of seeing me as more powerful, they viewed me as someone who needed mollycoddling.

  I’d realized how stupid I’d been to keep mistrusting them. I’d finally got over my fixation on the way they’d taken me. If they hadn’t, I’d have ended up in a much worse situation, or possibly dead. They could have talked to me a bit more openly about everything, but I had come to understand their need to be circumspect. I was an unknown quantity to them, not a person they could trust with what they were doing.

  I’d decided tonight the mollycoddling ended, and it was up to me to make it happen. They weren’t going to make the first move. They wanted to claim me, they’d said as much, but they weren’t going to start anything when they thought I was suffering from post-traumatic stress, or still hurting.

  “I want to go lie down awhile. Will you all join me? We need to talk.” I bit back a smile at their expressions. The words to strike fear into any red-blooded male’s heart, we need to talk.

  His bed was big enough for us all to fit, and so long as we didn’t fall asleep after, Alex would be okay and could go downstairs before dawn.

  “Okay,” Jackson said the word as if it tasted bad.

  “Come on then,” I pushed.

  “Shall we watch the end of this film first?” Ben asked hopefully.

  “No. It’s important.” I pouted at them and then turned on my heel and walked out of the room. “I’m going, you guys can come or not.”

  I hoped they would, and sure enough there were mutterings and a grunt as they stood and filed out after me.

  Once we reached Jackson’s room, he opened the door, stepped in first, turned the light on and faced me, arms over his chest. “What do you want to talk about, Milly?”

  He looked wary, and this time I did let myself smile. “I don’t want to talk, not really.”

  “What are we doing here then?” Ben demanded. “Let’s go back and watch the movie.”

  As he spoke, I began to undress. I pulled my top off, and I hadn’t put a bra on, so my breasts sprang free.

  Ben shut up and stared at me, eyes wide.

  “I don’t want to watch the damn movie, I don’t want to talk, and I don’t want you lot treating me as if I’m breakable anymore.” I took a deep breath and found my inner goddess, although I still fought not to cringe when I said the next words.” I want you to make love to me.”

  “Are you still sore?” Doc asked immediately, but Jackson was already moving, stalking toward me.

  “No,” I said as Jackson reached me and began to undo the button on my jeans. “I’m okay and you all need to stop pussyfooting around and being all gentle and shit because it’s driving me insane.”

  “Your wish is our command.” Jackson yanked my jeans down my legs, leaving me in only my panties, which quickly followed.

  He gently pushed me back, and a solid wall stopped me from stumbling. Alex.

  “I need to feed. Do you feel well enough? Is it something you want to do again?” Alex whispered the words in my ear, biting the shell as he did.

  I wasn’t scared to feed him, not any longer, and I didn’t want another woman doing it. “Yes,” I breathed as his fingers swept the hair from my nape to one side.

  I shivered deliciously, and my nipples pebbled.

  “Nice.” Jackson smiled and leaned down to take one rosy nub in his mouth, sucking hard and making me gasp.

  “You’re so beautiful, Milly.” Alex’s hands skimmed down my sides, over my waist, and onto my hips.

  “I want to be inside you when Alex feeds,” Jackson purred as he kissed across my chest to my other breast, taking that nipple into his mouth after he finished speaking.

  “Oh,” I squeaked.

  There was the rustle of clothes being discarded, and I turned to see Doc and Ben were both stripping.

  “Let’s move this to the bed.” Jackson picked me up and carried me over to the bed where he placed me on top of the comforter.

  It was soft against the skin of my back, still lightly sensitised from what Slim had done.

  The faded grandeur of the room seemed to match the decadent moment. Jackson hadn’t done the same as his aunt and modernised everything in his room; instead, he’d brought heavy dark wooden pieces of furniture into his space, either from elsewhere in the house or on a raid. The intensely masculine feel matched the testosterone practically dripping off the walls as four aroused males watched me like hungry lions eyeing a lone gazelle.

  Ben made the first move. He prowled onto the bed, totally nude, hard as nails, and with desire harshly etched across his face. He took hold of my chin, pulled my face around to his, and kissed me hard, then let go and moved down my body. He didn’t mess around and went straight between my legs, where he settled with a happy sigh as if he’d come home.

  “Spread your legs,” he ordered.

  I did as he said, and he gave a grunt of satisfaction. “Good girl.”

  I didn’t object to any of Ben’s demanding ways and let myself enjoy it when he started to eat me as if he were dying of hunger and I were the only meal in sight.

  “Christ, you’re enjoying that,” Doc observed.

  “Hmm.” I couldn’t muster
the brain power to form a coherent sentence.

  I gave a moan of happiness when Doc climbed onto the bed and kissed my neck before squeezing my breasts into a mound and sucking both my nipples into his mouth.

  An electric jolt of lust travelled straight from my nipples to my pussy where Ben licked at me. Neither man was being gentle. My nipples were sucked and bitten, and my clit strummed with a rigid tongue, but I loved it. It was what I craved.

  Doc lifted his head to look at me. “Your tits are amazing.” Then he went back to sucking and biting, alternating it with a few soothing licks of his tongue.

  When Ben speared his tongue inside me, I cried out as an orgasm took me by surprise, rolling through me with force.

  “That’s it, baby, let go,” Jackson murmured, watching. His hand moved, and I realized he was stroking himself, which sent another jolt of pleasure through me.

  Alex climbed onto the bed and pulled me in for a kiss, as Ben kissed my hips and thighs, painting me with dozens of butterfly light touches of lips to skin.

  I wondered how it would work, logistics wise, Alex feeding from me, while Jackson fucked me.

  My question was answered when Jackson climbed onto the bed and manhandled me until I was on all fours. My ass was stuck in the air like this and I felt exposed, vulnerable.

  “We can all see your pussy, Milly.” Jackson stroked a big hand over my ass, domineering and possessive. “You’re all swollen and wet for us.”

  My legs shook at the intensity of how turned on I was with all these men watching me, looking at me spread out for them this way.

  Alex walked around to the front of the bed and knelt on the floor, facing me. “If you need me to stop, say the word.”

  “What word?” I wondered if we had a safe word and I had missed it?

  He frowned and said, “Stop. Tell me to stop.”

  Oh, of course. I nodded.

  “Tilt your head to one side for me,” he said.

  Nervous suddenly, heart racing with the mix of desire and anxiety, I did as Alex asked. I cocked my head to one side as he brushed all my hair over the other shoulder. He began to kiss my neck, soft, feathery kisses. A wet tongue found me between my legs too.

  Jackson.

  I cried out when Jackson sucked my clit into his mouth at the same time as Alex nipped at my neck, once, twice, a third time.

  “So wet.” Jackson pushed a finger inside me as he carried on licking and sucking at my clit.

  Then he was gone, finger withdrawn, and the warmth of his tongue leaving me to feel the cool air of the room whisper against my swollen flesh. I wasn’t left for long though, as I felt his hard cock line up against my entrance.

  “Let me get in before you bite her,” he ordered Alex.

  There was something almost humiliating about the way they talked about me as if I wasn’t there, but I liked the sordid thrill it gave me.

  Jackson pushed inside me, careful this time, slow. I breathed out as I took all of him; he was big and still stretched me when he pushed his way in.

  Alex sighed against my neck. “Your veins are beautiful when you strain like this, Milly.”

  Then he bit down hard, and for a split second there was pain, but then nothing but feel good pheromones rolling through me, tearing me down, and making me into something else. A wanton, elemental creature who simply needed more.

  More of Jackson thrusting inside me, hard and fast now.

  More of Alex sucking at my neck, drinking my lifeforce with long, sensual pulls.

  More of Doc, jerking his big, hard cock in front of my face, his features harsh.

  Alex continued to drink from me, and I watched in turned on amazement as his dick went dark purple and twitched before he started to come, totally untouched as he sucked at my neck.

  “Oh my God.” My orgasm hit and was like nothing I had ever experienced before.

  It hit so hard it hurt a little, and I cried out loud and long. I was coming and coming. Alex too. His cock jerked again as more of his seed spilled from the tip, not shooting out this time but overflowing and running down the length of his dick.

  “I’m coming,” I told no one in particular, somewhat unnecessarily as my pussy was clenching around Jackson like a vice and my breathing came in hard gasps.

  “Oh, shit, this is too hot,” Doc said the words a moment before he turned to one side and began to come himself. Not hitting me in the face, as he’d had the presence of mind to aim elsewhere at the last moment.

  My orgasm began to subside, but then Alex took another long, deep pull at the veins on my neck and another one hit me.

  I jerked in shock and moaned as a less powerful, but still wonderful, orgasm took me over.

  “You’re dripping wet.”

  Ben’s words had me whipping my head around to see him standing beside Jackson, watching us fucking close-up, while he jerked his dick as if it was his own private porn show.

  “Oh, fuck,” Jackson cursed, thrust hard one last time, and started to come.

  When he pulled out of me moments later, I gave a soft cry of dismay. My whole body was on fire, my core was clenching and needy, and now, empty.

  Alex stopped drinking, licked at the wound on my neck, sealing it, and pulled me up on shaky legs.

  Was it over?

  My mind was befuddled, and I didn’t know which way was up or down.

  “I need to be inside you,” Alex said. “Can I Milly?”

  I nodded because I didn’t seem to have any words left.

  “Me too,” Ben added darkly, and I swallowed hard.

  This wasn’t nearly over.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Milly: Not Nearly Over

  “Yes.” My answer to Alex’s question was immediate.

  The vampire smiled, showing his fangs, and pushed me onto my back. He climbed between my legs, then thrust into me with a guttural grunt.

  “Gods, yes.” He clenched his teeth as he groaned out the words.

  Gods? I didn’t have time to focus on his use of the plural though, because he was fucking me hard, and I was still turned on beyond belief. My clit was so sensitive and swollen, I felt it each time Alex rubbed against it as he moved.

  He kissed me as he fucked me, and I wrapped my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck and pulled him into me, kissing him back.

  “I want your ass,” Ben said.

  I froze. I wasn’t sure I wanted to go there. It wasn’t as horrifying a thought as it had been, when I’d been sober, instead of addled on lust and hormones, but it still scared me.

  “If you don’t want to, we won’t,” Alex said. “But if I drink from you a little more, when Ben does it, it won’t hurt at all. He’ll be careful, use lube of course so we don’t harm you in any way, but you’ll only feel pleasure if I’m drinking.”

  “What do you say, Milly?” Ben shot me a devilish grin. “I swear to you, tomorrow you can go out and we’ll find you the biggest strap-on and you can do me in return, but fuck I want your ass.”

  “I’ll try it, but if I hate it, you stop immediately.” I pushed sticky, wet hair away from my face as I spoke.

  My skin was damp, as if I’d spent half an hour in a steam room.

  Ben grinned like a kid in a candy shop, the reprobate, and then turned to Jackson. “You got any lube?”

  Jackson opened a bedside drawer and took out a tube. Ben went to get it, but Jackson swatted his hand away. “I’m getting her ready.”

  Of course he was.

  Alex slid his dick from me and sat up pulling me up with him. He maneuvred us until I was the one on top of him, astride him, with my breasts hanging over his face. He smiled and took advantage by sucking one pointed tip into his mouth.

  Jackson got onto the bed behind me, and I stilled as I waited for his finger at my most secret place. It never came; instead his big hands grabbed my ass cheeks and kneaded.

  Smack. A slap across my buttocks shocked me. I cried out and turned around to look at Jackson who grinned at me befor
e doing it again. It didn’t hurt; he wasn’t hitting me hard enough to cause anything other than a brief, sharp sting. I liked it, along with the bossy manhandling and talking about me over my head.

  Shit. What the hell was happening to me? Them being dominant was one thing, but here I was getting majorly turned on, again, by Jackson spanking me.

  He gave me two more quick slaps. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to put you over my knee and spank you for being such a damned brat?” he asked, but he was smiling as he said the words.

  “Awhile?” I guessed, grinning.

  He leaned in and gave one cheek a soft bite. I liked the sensation and gave a small moan. He bit me again, not hard, but enough to give me a little, sharp thrill of pleasure and pain.

  Alex brought my attention back to him as he pulled a handful of hair into his hands and gave a tug.

  I turned to him only for him to take my mouth in a demanding kiss and as he did, a thick finger breached me. It hurt for a few moments, an unpleasant dragging sort of pain, but then Jackson stopped pushing in, and instead pressed against me with his finger and it felt… good. His finger wasn’t the issue, but Ben’s massive dick most certainly was.

  Alex kissed me harder, and then he broke away from my mouth and started to kiss my neck, nibbling, and licking. My body melted at just that much from him because it knew what was coming next. The outrageous pleasure I would feel as soon as he began to drink.

  Clever fingers found my nipples, and I looked to see Doc kneeling at the side of me.

  “Ooh,” I gave a low moan as the strange sensation deep inside me intensified.

  “Relax, baby, you’re doing good.”

  “If one finger hurts this much, I doubt I can take Ben,” I replied.

  Jackson gave a soft chuckle. “Baby, you’ve got three inside you.”

  I looked up at Alex who smiled at me. “Wait until I’m drinking from you and you’ve got two of us inside. You’ll fucking fly.”

  Alex didn’t swear often, and his words hit me right between my legs.

  He returned to kissing my neck, and then he bit down. I cried out, and my core clenched violently in response. I was empty, no Alex inside me.