“What are you insinuating?”
“I don’t know, Ambrose.” I tossed the matchbook across the table at him. “You tell me what the fuck is going on.”
“Where’d this come from?”
“The hunter’s pocket.”
“Just because he had it on him, doesn’t mean anything.” Ambrose picked up the matchbook.
“No. But. But the fact I found an envelope with money in it.”
“What in the hell are you saying, Divana?”
“Ambrose, did you know about this shit?”
“No. I am appalled at the fact you are even thinking I had something to do with the hunter.”
“Well, he’s at the house. Sort of tied up and busy. He won’t tell me who hired him, but only a handful knew I was to pick up the cases. Maddox was at home.”
Maddox nodded.
Ambrose placed his hand under his chin as if he was thinking. I took in a deep breath. “Someone close to us…”
“I need to relieve myself. Be back in a bit, honey.” Maddox slid out of the chair and waltz toward the back of the club.
“Ambrose, he even knew I was with baby when Brock died.”
“Holy fuck!” Tears welled up in Ambrose’s eyes. “No one outside the family knew about our buddle of joy. You know what that means.”
“Yes! That’s why I am here.”
“I cannot believe. No. It can’t be true.” Ambrose placed his face in his hands. My heart sank when I realized my worst nightmare presented itself as true. We both knew who was behind the murder of Brock and the attempted murder of me and my baby. Never in a million years had it crossed my mind to be Braelynn, my sister-in-law.
Maddox appeared from behind a few patrons with a strange look on his face. He picked up his drink and downed it in one gulp. The band started to sing again. Girl, I been thinking about us, I knew this song, and I loved it. My attention floated between the band and Maddox. He was fidgeting something awful.
“What is wrong, sweetums?”
“Aww, you have a girl that thinks you are sweet. Mind you own fucking business, witch.”
“No one calls her witch but me, you ass.”
“Now, now. Is that the way to talk to your sire?”
I got kicked out of his mind. The telepathic link snapped into deafening silence. Ambrose studied me. “What is wrong, Divana? I know that look and don’t like it.”
“Yeah. Just keep an eye on Maddox. Something’s going on.”
Maddox kissed my lips and whispered, “I’m sorry.”
“If you will be my Sweet Neck, I’ll be your Honey Sucker.” The lead singer flashed a smile to the female groupies in front of the stage.
Before I had a chance to answer, he slipped into the crowd. A female wearing a black-and-red collar approached him. He leaned over and allowed her to place something around his neck. It struck me wrong. I tossed my eight-ball glass across the room hitting Maddox in the back of the head. The song ended, the band took a break, and Braelynn made her presence known.
“Divana, I cannot fight this. I love you too much to see you die at the hands of your enemies. Trust me.”
Words flashed in my mind, but the portal closed in a flash.
“Grudge, honey, can you get another song started before a scene breaks out?”
“Yes, how about Addicted to Blood.” The band leader turned to be band. A great beat to the song began. He pulled the mic closer and sung, “The lights are off, you’re all alone. Your mind is not your own. Your heart races, your veins thump.”
My mind wasn’t my own, because I searched for the only portal I could use to get to Maddox.
“There’s no doubt my fangs are in too deep.” His lyrics sent exotic tingles to my midsection. Being an Odaxelagnia had its downfalls. “Your throat is tight, you cannot breathe. All I need is another big gulp.” Instantly my panties were dripping wet. I needed to fuck Maddox, now. Racing through the crowd, I felt lost. In the middle of the dance floor, I squatted and transferred my energy to Maddox. Someone kicked me out again.
A new song started to play while I gathered up my energy and returned to Ambrose. “What the hell is going on?”
“I think someone powerful just took over reigns with Maddox. Love wins out, but at what cost?” Ambrose answered.
“Well, someone is keeping me out of Maddox. Even my witchery is blocked.”
“As it should be,” Braelynn interjected herself into our conversation.
“You need to leave. Gather up your stuff and leave this land. You have a head start before I unleash the vampire hunters for you.”
“Daddy, finally you’ve come to your senses.” Braelynn pulled a black walkie-talkie from her back pocket. She pressed on the side button and talked, “Rif, come to the back. We have an unruly guest to rid the property of.”
“Since you called security before I did, I suggest you better go grab up your pocketbook and personal stuff before I order him to kick you out, daughter.”
“What? Why am I being kicked out? I am your sweet, angelic daughter who you love with all you heart.”
“I do love you, hence you are getting a head start in escaping. You order the hit on Divana which resulted in the death of your brother and your nephew or niece. While your hunter didn’t strike Divana, it caused a miscarriage and resulted in loss.”
“No, Daddy. I hired an imbecile.”
“Get out of my sight before I kill you myself.” Ambrose dropped his head down in disgust. I slipped into the chair while in a state of complete shock. My worst fear came true.
“Every human face is wasting away,” sang the guitar player.
Rif showed up. “Escort Braelynn out of the building and off the premises.” The bouncer never asked any questions and followed orders. He picked up Braelynn and took her to the bar where she snatched up her purse. I watched him carry her out the door. A small glimpse of Maddox’s backside encouraged me to try once more to get into his mind.
“She’s one determined little witch, slave. I made you. I can destroy you. You need to follow me home. We have plans for you and the bulge in your pants.”
“What the hell is this?”
“Leave, witch! Before bad things happen to your beloved partner and my newly purchased sex slave.”
“Purchased?”
“Yeah. A special deal between siblings. Something you wouldn’t understand.”
“Leave Divana.”
“Maddox, no.” The door slammed shut again.
“No, damn it. Maddox, you cannot leave me. I am madly in love with you,” I screamed. No one heard. The band played on.
“I am a vampire searching for my next meal. Humans are wanted bloody and alive. Humans are wanted bloody and alive,” the band sang.
“Thanks so much for having us,” the lead singer bellowed out. “Up next to play is a local band just signed to tour with us. Meet Poisoned by Blood.” Surprisingly, the crowd cheered.
The beat of the drums started. “I’m hunting, baby I’m hunting.”
I looked around in order to find out where Maddox might be.
“You got to be begging. Begging on your knees.”
A feeling of being stared down caused me to search the dance area. Maddox’s face caught my attention. “I just want to be deep in your neck.” He licked his fangs as the band sang the chorus. Warmth gathered in between my legs. “I got to get a little taste.” Playing the game like I knew how, I tilted my head and exposed my neck. “Your syrup, yes please.” An internal flame ignited.
My mind floated back to the sexual encounter with Maddox. The way he pinned me against the wall, bit my neck, and fucked me hard. I desired to have that again. With the heat boiling in my body, I closed my eyes and focused my energy on Maddox.
Just as I entered him, I witnessed a glimpse into his fantasy. He visualized us banging just outside the bathroom. Hot. Another female entered his fantasy. Jealousy overpowered me. I conjured up an energy ball filled with electrical currents. I reared back to throw
and something hindered my abilities.
Ambrose grabbed me up, carried me out the door, and slammed me in the passenger side of a car. I pulled on the handles only to find them locked.
Chapter Ten
Maddox
While flirting with Divana, my cock saluted her advancements. Ambrose picked her up and carried her out of my sight in the direction of a back door. I turned to flee with them, but a gorgeous female stopped me. She cupped my balls and rubbed my hardening cock.
“You’re mine now,” she whispered in my ear. The female clipped a leash onto my collar and pulled me toward the front door. A black limousine drove up and stopped. The door opened. Much to my surprise, Braelynn sat in the back seat ushering us in. “Meet my lover and partner in crime.”
A sickening feeling built up in my gut. Braelynn’s lover forced me into the backseat with authority. Once inside, the lover tapped on the window. We drove off in a hurry. Braelynn pulled her lover close and kissed her.
“That is what you need so you’re not such a bitch. Give her release for crying out loud.”
“Witch lover, how dare you call me a bitch. You know nothing about me.” Braelynn wrestled with her lover for control of the leash. “Give it to me.”
“Not yet, love.”
Braelynn pouted. This other lady had a control over Braelynn like no other. I mean, I was a newbie in the vampire world and my sire lured me into this situation with ease. Hell, I’d do anything to save Divana. Her roleplay with me back in the club jolted a new level of affection.
“Divana, one day soon, I will be back in your bed. Just know no matter where I am, I will always be totally and madly in love with you.”
“I need that leash to keep him from thinking about that fucking rotten flesh witch of his,” Braelynn expressed her needs.
“Who cares if he thinks about her?”
“Really, the bitch killed my brother. Like it or not, she is the bad person in this ordeal.”
“Brae, baby. I love you, but Brock did the same thing I’d do for you. Protect you with my life.”
“Yeah, well no one’s hunting my ass,” Braelynn snickered.
“That’s because everyone knows who owns that ass. Your ass belongs to me along with every other body part on this sexy body.” The gorgeous babe ran her finger down Braelynn’s body. She stopped near the hem line. On cue, Braelynn opened her legs and allowed her lover’s finger entrance. I was living in most men’s fantasy.
“Carleigh, what are you doing?”
“Seducing you, for our prisoner is correct. You seem agitated and ready to burst.”
“I’m pissed. Not in the need of an orgasm.”
“Brae, babe. You need an orgasm to release your stress. Allow me full access.”
Am I really hearing this? They are playing with me, right? Carleigh isn’t going to play with Braelynn with me watching, is she? Holy hell.
I watched Braelynn slip her silk panties off and hike up her mini skirt. Yes, my cock twitched at the thought of two women playing with themselves. Carleigh’s finger entered the danger zone.
“God, you are wet, Braelynn. Did you think about me licking your twat while you worked?”
Braelynn nodded.
“Tell me what you want me to do to that pussy of yours?”
I squirmed in my seat when my pants got pulled tight on my balls. Braelynn pointed at me. “What?”
“Stay still. Watch her please me without releasing your cock. The look of it makes me puke.”
“Then why am I here to be a slave?”
“My paramour loves to choke the chicken with her tight pussy muscles while lapping up my milky juices.”
I swallowed hard not in fear but excitement.
“I’m going in. He needs to learn how to hold it until I allow him to cum.”
“This is hot, and my cock is responding in small amounts; however, he only wants to enter one pussy, and it’s not either of yours. One question though?”
“You have no right to ask anything, slave,” Braelynn snapped.
“Never mind. I see why are ready to explode. You’ve never been pumped with the right cooling fuel. Semen contains a vital halcyon enzyme that does wonders for the female body and corrodes the bitchiness.”
Braelynn tossed Carleigh backward. When she went back, she pulled me out of my seat. The lunging Braelynn missed. After she whizzed by my head, I cringed at the thought of her slamming into the partition. Using her vampire abilities, she turned and landed on top of me with her fangs out.
“Braelynn, you cannot kill him,” Carleigh screamed out.
“Why not? You don’t need dick up your puss to ruin it.”
“Fine. We are done. You knew I liked cock once in a while. If you cannot handle it, then we are done.” Carleigh got up and straightened her outfit.
Braelynn looked at her and back at me. “You just got lucky,” she touted. “Baby, I love…”
“Stop, Braelynn. I just want to go home, put our slave in his quarters for tonight, and sleep this awful day away.”
“I thought you wanted…”
“You and your attitude ruined that. Now cover up your twat. Sex is off indefinitely.”
The women settled into their seats. I remained half-way laying down to keep from making one wrong move. Both women sat with frowns on their faces. The car came to a complete stop. After assessing my situation, I sat up in case it was time to get out. Just then the car sped off again.
Braelynn tried to touch Carleigh, but that was a no go. Carleigh smacked her lover’s hand leaving a huge palm print in red.
I choked and popped my eyes open. Carleigh stood outside the limo. Her hand gripped the red nylon strap. Braelynn sat across from me laughing. “Move slave,” Carleigh ordered.
“If I was you, I’d listen. For, if it was up to me, you’d be dead.”
“Yeah, because you’d choke on cock. The salty semen coating your raw throat would burn.” Braelynn was on top of me before I had the chance to move.
“Be glad I love her.”
“I am. Just need to know why cocks make you sick when you cannot stand Divana.”
Braelynn climbed off of me and slid toward the open door.
“You were madly in love with her.”
“Shut up.” The puzzle pieces fell into place. She left the car in a heated rush.
Carleigh yanked on my chain. The top half of my body tumbled out of the car. One look at the ground, and I knew I wasn’t in the city anymore. An aroma of cow manure tickled my nose in a horrible way. A brute force yanked me up by the back of my shirt. Ripping sounds could be heard. “Do you mind? This isn’t even my shirt.”
“The bitch allowed you to wear my brother’s clothes?”
“Jealous of the fact I wear it better than he did?”
“Hardly,” Braelynn snapped. “Men are just disgusting. Take him to the dungeon.”
“I will,” Carleigh responded. “Max, take the rest of the night off. We aren’t going anywhere tonight. Matter of fact, I have plans for tomorrow, and it doesn’t involve leaving the house.” Braelynn stomped off. A cute little chuckle exited Carleigh’s freshly moistened lips.
“Why do you stay with Braelynn?” I asked.
“You know, I’m not sure anymore.” Carleigh dropped her head and fidgeted by moving dirt with the tip of her shoes. “In the beginning, I loved her more than life. Being bisexual isn’t seen as normal. One party or another gets jealous over the other person in my life.”
“Viewed as cheating?”
“Yes, all is good until the first threesome. And I’m not sure why then.”
“Divana, forgive me for what I’m about to do. The only reason I’m doing it is to give us a chance of seeing each other.”
“Carleigh, what am I to you?”
“A fine piece of meat. One I’d like to train to be my lover, maybe my husband. Do you think you are up to that?” She walked up to me. Her lips puckered. I leaned down and kissed her with as much passion as I could fake
.
Carleigh pressed her tongue against my lips.
To keep the charade up, I opened my mouth to allow her entrance. My tongue grazed her lips. A cherry taste lingered on the tip for a long time. The denim was stretched to its limit. “I need you now,” she uttered while breaking the kiss.
Carleigh pivoted around and tugged on the leash. Like a good, obedient slave, I followed.
“Don’t you fucking dare do anything that will destroy our relationship. Yes, I made a mistake by giving you a memory block in order to forget about our first night together. It was stupid of me.”
“Enough. I will be dead if I do not play the game. Just know I love you with all my heart and wouldn’t do it, if there was another way.” A sigh exited my mouth.
“Find another way.”
Carleigh jerked my leash for my attention to focus on her. We made our way into the huge, brick three-story house. A woman in a sleazy maid’s outfit appeared to be scrubbing the floor wearing a collar.
“You’re doing a great job, Marci.” Carleigh squatted down and patted the female on the head. “But you missed a spot.” Much to my dismay, Carleigh used her heel and blacked the floor. “We punish those who don’t do it right. I’ll fetch you when the time is right.
She led me to the dining room. “What is this place?” I asked.
“This is my house. Welcome. I must check on some of my slaves before I barricade us in the sex-slave dungeon, sweetness.”
“Carleigh, we have a situation,” Braelynn said.
“Braelynn, stop with the antics. We aren’t going to be doing anything concerning coitus.”
“Dammit, Carleigh. I’m not trying to get in your good graces right now. We have a massive situation.”
“What is it?”
I turned to look at Braelynn. The look on her face told me something was wrong. Thank goodness it was serious, for that meant I didn’t have to do the dirty deed with Carleigh. As the two looked at each other, I witnessed a man coming from the kitchen. Dark-brown letters crossed his chest. It hit me what the letters were when the aroma of manure entered my nostrils. The message on his chest read ‘I must learn not to shit on the object in my ass’. Images of gay sex flooded my mind.
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