The Vampire's Pet (The Vampyr Book 1)

by V. R. Cumming

  “How…?” he said, and reared back when I straddled his lap. “Um, Eric, look. I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but I’m not that kinda guy.”

  “Aren’t you?” I braced my hands on the back of the sofa, one on either side of his head. “Do you think I can’t see that, too? How you want to explore my ass, how you want my mouth on you? Tell me the truth, Jason.”

  “Ok, yeah, I do, but I can’t.” His head dropped back against the sofa. “If anybody found out I lean both ways, the guys on the team would make my life a living hell. I can’t afford that kind of distraction.”

  “We’re a discreet sort with a lot to offer the right individual.” I sniffed the skin above his pulse. Yes, rain and earth. “Would you like to find out what I mean?”

  His eyes met mine, a clear, guileless blue. “Maybe.”

  “That’s not good enough.”

  “Ok, yeah, I would,” he said, and then his voice dropped to just above a whisper. “You’re giving me a hard-on just sitting on my lap.”

  “Imagine what I’d do to you if we were naked and I had you under me.”

  I sent an image to his mind, him bent over a table with his legs spread wide, me with my dick buried in his ass, and Gianna on the floor in front of him, pleasing him with her hands and mouth. He groaned and clutched at my hips with his huge hands.

  “Touch me,” I said.

  “Where?”

  “Anywhere. Undo my pants. Take off my shirt.” I nuzzled his pulse, scraped a fang over it hard enough to draw blood. “Do what you will.”

  He ended up yanking my shirt out of my pants and finding my nipples, pinching them hard when I placed my mouth over his jugular and sucked, savoring the rich tang of his blood as it hit my tongue. His hands slid down my torso to fumble with the fastening of my pants, and then his fingers plunged inside my briefs, stroking my dick with feather-light touches that sent my pulse racing. The harsh haze of need threatened to drag me under again. His touch was too much and not enough all at once, a dangerous tease of pain and need.

  Careful, now, or you’ll lose him, a chilly voice in my mind warned.

  I took a deep breath, using it to focus, and lifted the hem of his t-shirt. He raised his arms obediently to help me take it off, and then his torso was bare to me, the broad expanse of his chest and the smooth ripple of his abs. His arms were thick cords of toned muscle. I was willing to bet his legs would be the same, that he was, indeed, a perfect specimen of manhood.

  As much as I wanted to take my time, explore every inch of his magnificent body, I scooted back from him, easily evading his grasping hands. “Take off the rest of your clothes.”

  He shot a nervous glance to the closed door behind the sofa. “Gianna…”

  I cocked my head and listened. At that moment, she was speaking softly to Devin, who advised her to do whatever I wished but to keep him there. I tuned them out. Of course, I wouldn’t leave. I had a new pet to break in. “She’s busy,” I said. “And won’t mind the view anyway, I promise.”

  He compressed his lips into a thin line, hesitating over…I probed his mind…the impropriety of getting naked with me. I sent him another image, a slight variation of the one I’d given him before, of my mouth on his dick and Gianna spread naked on the table before him, her pussy bare to his gaze. He shuddered once and pushed off the couch, toeing off his tennis shoes as he did. In moments, he was naked before me, a perfect Adonis with a strong inner glow.

  I motioned to the couch. “You might want to lie down. This could get a little intense.”

  Which was true. Though I couldn’t recall who’d done it, I still remembered my own initiation into the Vampyr. He would pass out and, as big as he was, he’d be difficult to move. I could do it, but why? Better to let him rest comfortably without a lot of fuss afterward.

  He settled himself onto his back on the sofa with his neck resting on one of the sofa’s arms and one foot flat on the floor. The other leg he bent and rested against the sofa’s back. His half-hard dick lay heavily against his stomach, framed by his muscled thighs.

  “Touch yourself.” I unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it off, letting it drop to the floor. “I want to see what pleases you.”

  His hand hesitated slightly before he eased it down and began a long stroke from base to tip. “Why do you have bite marks all over your body?”

  “I don’t remember.”

  I eased my pants off and knelt between his legs, and ran my fingers up and down his inner thighs while watching the way his fisted hand worked his erection. When I was sure of his rhythms, of the particular touches that made his breath hitch and his limbs shift with need, I leaned down and sucked the tip of his dick into my mouth. He moaned and his hand fell away, leaving his entire length free to my touch. I suckled harder, pulled him in deeper, willing him to harden so I could taste him.

  A rustle of clothing, a feminine gasp. “Eric, what are you doing?”

  I sucked my way free of Jason’s dick, letting it leave my mouth with a pop, and glanced over my shoulder at her. “Testing a beacon. You’re welcome to help.”

  She shifted from one foot to the other, her expression caught between hesitation, need, and outrage.

  “He wants you, you know,” I said.

  Jason groaned and covered the blush that colored his cheeks with massive hands. “I thought you said you were discreet.”

  “Not within the family. It makes no sense to keep secrets from each other.” I reached out to Gianna, beckoning her closer. “Come, sweetling, don’t be shy. Kiss him while I test his blood and stamina.”

  “Are you sure?” Her gaze darted between us, a bemused stare that warred with the desire rolling in waves off of her. “I mean, you really want me to kiss another man while you watch?”

  “If you want. No need to feel guilty.” I took her hand in mine, pressed a kiss to the pulse at her wrist. “This is all part of being a pet.”

  “Right,” she said. Her fingers found the hem of her shirt, fiddling with it nervously. “Ok, then. I guess one kiss won’t hurt.”

  “That’s my girl.” It was cruel of me, I know, but I didn’t tell her I’d plucked her desire for the young athlete from her mind, and with it the knowledge that if she hadn’t met me, she’d be with him. I also didn’t warn her that these things often got out of hand, particularly with bonded rotation mates, as Devin and I had been for…

  I heaved an exasperated sigh. Why could I not remember? I rubbed a finger across my forehead, trying to concentrate around the buzz of painful need that still held me in its thrall. It had diminished with fucking Devin, but only enough for me to function, apparently. Ah, well. A few more releases should ease the need enough to allow me to think.

  Gianna sat down gingerly at Jason’s side. “Are you ok with this?”

  “Yeah.” His hand dropped to her waist while the other smoothed her wild curls back. “I’ve wanted to be with you for a long time.”

  “Why didn’t you say anything?”

  He shrugged. “I was afraid, I guess. Thought you were too good for me.”

  She laughed softly and shifted closer to him. “I’m not.”

  “Sure.”

  I could hear the smile in his voice and returned my attention to his dick, leaving them to sort out their secrets. I gripped it in my hand and fed it slowly into my mouth, one broad inch at a time, flicking my tongue across the slit at the tip, along the bottom of his shaft. A soft moan drifted to me and I glanced up without losing my place, unsurprised to find Gianna and Jason locked in a tender kiss with his hand inching up her shirt to toy with her bare skin.

  She had beautiful skin, a lovely café au lait that tasted as rich as it smelled. Beautiful Gianna. I hoped he enjoyed her, as I intended to enjoy him.

  I suckled him deeper into my mouth, knowing I had no hope of fitting his entire length there, but needing as much of him as would fit. When I could take no more, I sucked upward, then down again, and used my hand to cover the gap between my lips and the bas
e of his dick. Soon, his hips were rocking gently upward, thrusting into my mouth, fucking it, and a drop of pre-cum landed on my tongue. Mmm. I savored the earthy taste, reveled in the lusciousness of this part of Jason.

  I ignored his whispered conversation with Gianna (Take your pants off. I want to feel your pussy, he said. Eric’s watching, she warned, and then a sensual, male laugh. I promise, he’s not watching what we’re doing right now.) and the rustle of clothes as she stripped down, ignored the moans she tried to stifle as his fingers found her slick heat. I’d be there soon enough, tapping her sweet little pussy with my dick.

  When Jason was close to coming, I struck quickly with the tip of one canine, breaking the skin above a vein in his penis and sliding him back into my mouth before he had time to protest. Blood hit my tongue with each draw on his thick erection. His hips shot upward, forcing his shaft deep into my mouth. Gianna came on a low gasp, and then Jason’s cum shot into my mouth, mingling with his blood as a hoarse bark of release squeezed itself from his throat. My eyes rolled back in my head in ecstasy at the combination of his fluids on my tongue, the salty taste of ejaculate, the rich copper of blood. I lapped greedily at his dick, consuming it all until his orgasm tapered off and his limbs went limp against the sofa.

  Gianna had collapsed against Jason’s broad chest. I stood and roused her gently before checking Jason’s pulse. It beat strongly, a steady rush of blood under my fingertips. He would wake soon and we would care for him when he did, but until then, we had other business to attend to. I lifted Gianna and carried her into the bedroom.

  Her arms came around my neck, a gentle tease of fabric on my heated skin. “You sure you’re not mad?”

  “Why would I be?” I set her on the edge of the bed and tugged off the rest of her clothes, spent a moment appreciating the curve of her dusk-tipped breasts, the toned length of her shapely legs. “We both know where your heart lies.”

  “Yeah, but still.” She shook her head as she lay back against the pillows. “It doesn’t seem right.”

  “We’ll sort it out later.” I crawled onto the bed and settled between her spread legs. “Right now, I need you.”

  A secret woman’s smile tilted the corners of her lips up. “You say the sweetest things.”

  I nudged her pussy with the tip of my erection, slid deeply into her with one smooth thrust, and then, we didn’t speak at all. My mouth found her neck as I fucked her, scraped a sliver of a scratch into her neck, just enough to taste her blood. She moaned and wrapped her legs around my waist, opening her pussy wide for me. I took advantage, pounding into her, adding a sharp thrust at the end of each long stroke to please her. God, she was hot, hot and tight, and wet where Jason had diddled with her. I cupped her ass and pulled her tighter to me, needing to go deeper and harder. Desire tightened around me, forcing my breath out in shallow pants.

  “Eric, baby,” Gianna moaned. Her nails dug into my back, breaking the skin, spurring me on as her body undulated beneath the flex of my hips. It was so good, the way she moved me, that I almost came, and then I sensed something, something off.

  I sniffed her neck, licked at the trickle of blood seeping from the scratch I’d made. She was ovulating and she was mine, my pet to do with as I pleased. It took half of a nanosecond for me to shunt aside the artificial device implanted in her uterus, to rearrange her body’s chemistry to make impregnation favorable, and then I came in a shuddering spurt, spilling my seed into her receptive pussy, and was pushed into another orgasm when she came on a low moan that raked along my skin, sending me even higher.

  “Well, you’ve been a busy boy,” Devin said, startling me into breaking away from Gianna. “Who’s the lug on the sofa?”

  “A new pet. Potential, anyway.” I covered Gianna’s body with mine, as much to quiet the frantic pounding of her mind as anything. Women. Who knew they could be so modest? “Join us?”

  Gianna squealed and pinched me hard on the ribs. “So now you’re gonna share me with yet another man?”

  “Of course not.” I dropped a kiss on her lips and flexed my dick into her pussy. “You’re gonna share me with him.”

  Devin pulled his shirt off and dropped it to the floor in an untidy pile. “You’re upsetting your girlfriend.”

  I spared her a glance and sighed at the expression on her face. “Trust me?”

  It took her a long time to answer, much longer than I would’ve liked, but finally, she nodded. Devin finished undressing and joined us on the bed, and then the haze descended and I lost track of time. The three of us made love all night long, sometimes joined by a fourth, Devin’s woman whose name escaped me. With each release, the painful need that consumed me receded a little more, slowly ebbing from my body until I felt empty, drained. Eventually, I passed into sleep, too exhausted to carry on my duties as the master of my pets.

  Chapter Five

  I woke hours later to light filtering around the thermal curtains covering my bedroom windows. A masculine hand rested on my stomach and a hard body pressed against my back, spooning me. The fingers on my abs flexed and the mattress shifted as a mouth found my neck, kissing me tenderly.

  “Morning, sleepy head.” Devin’s breath puffed against my ear and I shivered with the remembrance of need. “How do you feel?”

  I surveyed the aches and pains, from the dozen and a half tingling bite marks to the tenderness of my dick to the painful throb of my anus and glutes. My head reeled through the cotton fog of what felt like the mother of all hangovers and a queasy unease lodged itself in my stomach. “Like death warmed over,” I said. “What happened?”

  “What’s the last thing you remember?”

  I thought back, forced my mind to reassemble something from the night before. Devin binding my wrists and ankles, feeding me from his own hand. His fingers in my ass, his mouth on my skin. And after that, a blurry, indistinct haze of pain and need. “You making me come.”

  “Which time?” he said with a drawl of amusement. “There were so many.”

  I shot a scowl at him over my shoulder. “The first time, you perv. When I was still chained and helpless.”

  “Anything after that?”

  I tried to pull something out of my memory and was rewarded with a sharp jab of pain in my temples. “Colors, sounds, smells. Nothing specific, though.”

  “Well, that’s not good. Come on.” He crawled over me off of the bed and pulled me off behind him. “You need a shower.”

  I staggered into the bathroom behind him on legs that felt like Jell-O. He helped me into the shower and, surprise!, stepped in behind me, turning me so that the hot spray of water hit my back. I winced as it trickled between the cheeks of my ass and slid across the tender skin of my anus.

  “What did you do to me last night?”

  “This and that.” He lathered his hands and ran them slowly over my body, rubbing firmly where my muscles were sorest and using a gentle touch everywhere else. “Mostly things you wouldn’t agree to without your pet’s contract holding you there.”

  I grunted. “Perv.”

  “You liked it. Mostly.” His hands cupped my scrotum, his fingers stretching and pulling the skin in gentle tugs as he washed me. “Or you did right up until you snapped. I’m sorry about that, by the way. Elizabet and Marco, too. We had no idea you were so close to turning or we would never have pushed you that far.”

  I closed my eyes and rested my head against the bathtub’s wall. “Think I would’ve remembered turning into a damn vampire.”

  “Not necessarily.” His hands withdrew and water splashed as he began to wash himself. “Besides, it wasn’t a full turn. It took me a while to figure out, too. If I hadn’t wanted you so much, I would’ve realized something was wrong when you slammed me bodily onto the bed and took my ass in a good, hard fuck.”

  My eyes shot open in horror. “I did not.”

  “Oh, yes, you did.” A smile played around his mouth and his eyes took on the deep glow of satisfaction. “Best fuck of my life.”
r />   “Jesus, Dev.” I pushed the water off my face, disgusted when even that small gesture left me weak and trembling. “I wasn’t ready for that.”

  “I know,” he said softly. “That’s why I should’ve known you weren’t you, up here.” He tapped an elegant finger to his temple. “I hadn’t planned on taking it that far.”

  “But you’re glad it happened.”

  “I wouldn’t change it, if that’s what you mean, though some of the things that came after, well.” He shrugged and slid around me to rinse off. “Do you remember meeting Gianna’s friend?”

  Gianna. Shit. “She was supposed to use the apartment last night. Where is she?”

  “Cassie took her home around two in the morning, not long after she took Jason home.” Devin eyed me speculatively. “Tall, gorgeous athlete? Beacon?”

  I shook my head wearily. The name and description didn’t ring a bell, but, alarmingly enough, a shaft of memory opened up at the word beacon. Me with my mouth on someone’s dick, Gianna coming from another man’s fingers in her pussy. Jesus.

  “Let’s get you dried off. I’ll change the sheets, and then we can talk while you rest, ok?”

  “Sure,” I muttered, though I had the feeling nothing he could say would make me feel better about whatever it was that I’d done under the influence of Elizabet’s punishment.

  Sure as hell, I’d never be late again.

  Half an hour later, I’d changed into a clean t-shirt and sweats, guzzled two tall glasses of orange juice back to back, and inhaled a handful of peanut butter and honey sandwiches. True to his word, Devin changed my sheets and threw the soiled ones in to wash, and then tucked me into the bed, sweats and all. He crawled in behind me and curled around me, his hand creeping under my shirt to rest on my abs.

  “Better?” he said.

  “Yeah. Thanks.” I tucked my hand under the pillow, cushioning my head. “Tell me what happened.”

  “You began to turn last night.”

  “Into a full-on vampire?”