by Jools Louise
Charles had been at the Paranormal Council meetings some six months ago, and I had spoken to him about some disturbing killings in the area before we had moved on to other activities. His seductive smile and big, hard body had attracted me instantly, but more than that, I had been astounded to find myself accepting his thick, black cock deep into my ass and had loved the feeling of being dominated by the massive vampire. There was a dangerous vibe about him that I found irresistible, and I had fallen for his tough charm. It was kind of a taboo in our society for a prince to be submissive in any way, but I was no ordinary prince. I quite often bottomed within my coven, with Mercer and Silas and Daniel all having fucked my hole on many, many occasions. It didn’t bother me, and I relished those times when I could give up all control to my partners. I trusted them implicitly. In our society, though, most vampires frowned on such things, thinking that submission in bed meant weakness elsewhere. Being fucked like that outside of my inner circle was risky.
Charles had demanded my compliance, placing his soft lips against mine, sipping from me with a delicacy and skill that had me sighing even now. I had allowed his seduction, letting him be the aggressor in our sexual dance. His seductive moves had turned my head, and I was the first to admit that I loved being dominated by him. I remembered sinking to my knees in front of him, undoing his trousers, then deep throating the impressive cock that sprang at me, slapping my cheek as it was released. He had tasted so delicious, his hot cum, when he found his pleasure, soaking my parched throat as I swallowed his thick seed.
“Julius,” he said, his deep voice trembling seductively along my senses. I gave a tiny shiver of delight then continued my journey toward him.
“Charles,” I replied, smiling into his dark eyes. I viewed his thoughts and gasped softly as he cupped my cheek with his big dark hand. He was thinking of more than polite conversation.
“I am here on business,” Charles said, stroking his thumb along my lips. My tongue darted out, and I tasted his skin, wanting more. “Perhaps we can find somewhere private to have our discussion?”
I nodded, knowing that business was the furthest thing from our minds.
“Silas, I’ll call if I need anything,” I said to the bartender, who was shamelessly eavesdropping, a big smile on his face. I arched a brow at him and just about refrained from rolling my eyes.
My coven and I were bonded family, and we had an easy camaraderie that some covens lacked. As head of my little band, I was supposed to be a hard-ass, and I certainly could be…just not around my family—and they knew it. Silas was one of my inner circle, and I was very close to him, as I was to Mercer. My brethren and I shared everything, and I viewed Silas’s hopeful expression. I gave him a tiny shrug, signaling that I wanted some alone time with Charles—for now. Silas was just over six feet five inches in height and sported sexy designer stubble, his dark brown hair pulled back in a long ponytail, which hung to his waist, and he was built like a linebacker. I was looking forward to sharing some sexy time with him and my brethren later. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to allow Charles that much access to my family just yet.
“Enjoy your…meeting,” Silas said, winking at Charles, his hazel eyes dancing with amusement. Charles smirked back, not rising to the bait.
“We will,” I retorted, flushing slightly, then directed Charles to precede me to a doorway to the left of the bar, protected by a touchpad security system. Using the iris scan and fingerprint reader, I accessed the door as Charles patiently waited then brushed past him, feeling his big, hard body behind me, crowding me. My cock surged into renewed life at the feel of him so close to me.
No sooner had the door closed than Charles placed a big hand on my shoulder, turning me to face him as he closed the security door behind us. Pressing down, he guided me to my knees, unzipping his pants one-handed to release the big black python hidden beneath the thick denim. Just as before, his thick cock slapped my face as it sprang from its confines, pre-cum spraying against my cheek and smearing my lips. I hummed with pleasure, opening my mouth wide as I placed my hands submissively behind my back.
“Good boy,” Charles murmured approvingly, his voice a deep growl. “Now suck me off, beautiful.”
I complied, leaning forward and inhaling ten inches of prime black meat easily. My gag reflex was restrained, and I soon felt the spongy head of his big cock at the back of my throat, working my muscles against it seductively. Charles cupped my head, raking through the long strands of my hair. Gripping me firmly, Charles began to fuck my mouth, gently at first then building up speed. I hollowed my cheeks, feeling spittle spilling from the corners of my mouth as he pistoned in and out.
Glancing up, I met Charles’s dark gaze with mine and saw his tortured pleasure, heard the gasping cries and grunts. I hummed in delight, and he groaned deeply. A second later he rewarded me with thick loads of cum, bucking against me as he came.
“So fucking sexy,” Charles said breathlessly, stroking my hair tenderly. He urged me to my feet quickly, not giving me time to swallow, and was soon sharing his own cum, drinking it from my mouth with hungry fervor, his hard hands kneading the firm mounds of my ass. I desperately needed to come now and ground against him, trying to tempt him.
“Come on, baby,” Charles said, finishing the kiss with a light tap of his lips to the tip of my nose. He stepped out of his jeans, gathering them in one big hand, then wrapped an arm around my waist, guiding me into my office, toward a door that stood ajar on the far side behind the desk.
As we walked, I began discarding clothing, needing to be naked. He helped me to undress, his dark fingers contrasting perfectly with my pale skin, stroking my flesh gently.
Entering the room behind the desk, I felt my body tingle with anticipation, knowing what was to come. A big bed dominated the room, which I used occasionally to bring subordinates back to if I was in need of a quick blood fix. I used humans to sustain my existence, but sharing blood with underlings was essential for our continued bonding, maintaining our connection as a cohesive unit.
“Hands and knees, baby,” Charles commanded, and I shuddered, needing his big black cock inside me more than I needed anything else right then.
As I hopped onto the mattress, Charles stripped, flinging his clothes carelessly to the floor. I got into position, my head down and my butt up thrust, presenting my hole to my lover. He clambered up behind me and placed his hands on my hips, kneading my ass firmly, and then he smacked each cheek, the sting adding to my excitement. I felt him part my cheeks, and then I felt his thumb brush against my aching hole. A second thumb stroked my crease, and then both digits parted me wider, pressing firmly at each side of my rosebud, opening me for his perusal.
“I need to taste you, Julius,” Charles groaned, and I dropped my shoulders lower, resting my head on the covers, raising my ass higher.
Charles gave a growl of approval, and then I felt a hot, moist tongue probing at my forbidden hole. I felt lightheaded as he tasted me, rasping around the rim of guarding muscles, which quivered under his intimate explorations. His thumbs pressed more firmly, and then his tongue pushed deeper. I gasped out my pleasure, rubbing my face restlessly against the quilt, spreading my legs even wider.
Charles began tongue-fucking my hole, in and out, using his tongue as a mini-penis, driving me insane. I bucked against him, forcing his tongue deeper, then groaned as he used his teeth, his fangs grazing the sensitive opening.
“Hole in one?” Charles asked teasingly, and I held my breath as I felt him move.
I felt the thick head of his cock parked against my hole and closed my eyes, biting into the cover to restrain a needy groan. I was the powerful head of the Crossroads Coven and was used to being in control. Right now, I needed for this big, black, and beefy vampire to fuck me right through the mattress…and I really wanted it to hurt.
Charles grabbed my hips in his powerful hands then drove forward, his cock sinking deep, skewering me to the hilt. I cried out into the covers as pain splintered through
me, shredding the sheets with my claws, which now protruded from the tips of my fingers as my demon fought for control. With no pause to let me adjust, Charles set up a hard, pounding rhythm, slamming in and out of me relentlessly. I felt every ridge, every vein as his cock traveled inside my chute and out, the pinch and burn from his first entry easing as he pummeled my ass with the bruising force I needed from him.
My cock, which had deflated in that first hard thrust, now grew thick with renewed arousal, swinging between my thighs. I gripped it in my fist, groaning when Charles covered my hand with his, and we both pumped my dick with long, firm strokes. I whimpered, knowing I wouldn’t last too much longer, and then I gave a deep growl, and my release spattered the covers below me. I felt Charles jerk a little, heard his guttural grunt, and then his dick exploded and hot cream sprayed inside me, anointing my chute as he came and came and came.
He collapsed against me, draping over me like a heavy rug, panting hard. I turned my head and kissed him languidly, enjoying the intimacy of the moment after such a hard fuck. Easing onto my stomach I kept his weight on me, his dick still embedded, and kept on smooching until, with a replete sigh, we parted. Charles disengaged, his cock sliding from me with a slight suctioning sound, and I moaned in disappointment. I felt creamy residue slide down my thighs, the load of cum Charles had deposited overflowing.
“You’re beautiful,” Charles said, falling to the side, stroking my back gently. He pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder, and I glanced sideways through the thick fall of silvery hair that shrouded my face.
“So are you,” I replied sincerely, noting the man’s thick chest, his big arms, and the rippling muscles adorning his abs. His dark skin gleamed under the soft lighting of the bedroom, his thick cock resting against one thigh, a slab of dark chocolate against his milk chocolate skin. I felt a slight twinge of some forgotten memory about Charles, something that seemed important, something that cautioned me, belatedly, to be wary, and frowned that the thought was surfacing now. I had thought that perhaps Charles and I might develop our relationship, but that niggling warning had me puzzling.
I was not monogamous. Vampires could never be that way, given the direct link between sex and just about everything else when it came to coven relations. Feeding, bonding, comfort, pleasure, entertainment, and recruitment all involved sex. I spent a lot of time with my coven making love.
“I really did intend to discuss business,” Charles said with a hearty laugh, his fangs gleaming against his dark skin.
I smiled back, tracing my hand lazily over his damp chest, tweaking his nipples teasingly. “I know,” I replied, watching his expression go from laughter to lust in an instant. I pinched harder then gave a vicious twist to one burgeoning bud, and he let out a low, feral growl of pleasure.
“Hmmm, we should play with the nipple clamps sometime, baby,” Charles said, grabbing the back of my head and tugging me closer. I evaded his demands, ducking my head as I drew level with his chest, and nipped with sharp fangs, drawing blood. Charles cursed, his cock springing to renewed life, the sexual charge of my bite flooding through him.
“I’ll be your nipple clamp,” I suggested wickedly, opening my mouth wider, encompassing more of his manly breast, then biting down viciously, lapping at the oozing fluid that seeped from the puncture wounds. Charles cursed again, grabbing my head and pulling it more tightly against him, his fingers clenching and unclenching as I fed from him.
Charles dragged me over his chest until I straddled him then guided me down onto his thick dick, impaling me in one smooth move. I groaned, still lapping at his chest, and felt him surge upward, nearly unseating me as he fucked me passionately. I endured the hard thrusts willingly, my body bouncing with each snap of his hips. Within moments, he came again, spurting once more inside my eager chute, groaning out his pleasure.
I sighed in satisfaction, and withdrew my fangs, snuggling so that my head rested under his chin, then closed my eyes for a moment. I felt Charles’s large hand stroking my back, allowing myself to drift off into a light snooze.
* * * *
Charles
“Sire,” a voice whispered urgently.
I opened one eye, staring at the intruder balefully, the weight of my lover sprawled on top of me, sleeping peacefully.
“Julius is sleeping,” I said, glaring.
“Yes,” the intruder said apologetically, a slim female who looked to be about twenty-five or so, with long flame-colored hair falling in a fiery swath down her back. “His Highness told me to let him know if any strangers entered the bar upstairs. Two bikers just showed up, sporting gang colors from a neighboring coven who we’ve had trouble with in the past.”
I grunted, knowing Julius would be angry if I kept him from his business. I eyed the pretty, green-eyed female with interest, wondering about having a sexy threesome with her at some point, and then shook my head. My task here was too important. As vampires, we could fall in love, but sex was as easy as shaking hands within a coven, with members often tumbling together in carnal bliss, multiple times, in multiple combinations. As an outsider to Julius’s little group, I would still be welcome, with his permission…except after today that would likely never happen.
The female gave me a knowing grin, nodding slightly, then jerking her chin at Julius. “When his lordship wakes from his little nap, we can sort out the bikers then maybe have a little fun later,” she said.
“His lordship’s awake now, Milly,” Julius mumbled sleepily, and she laughed at him. “Now quit trying to steal my lover and tell me about the bikers.”
She laughed again and slapped his bare ass audaciously. “Sire, you’re supposed to be working, not napping.”
He grunted and turned his head, sending her a baleful glare, which she gleefully ignored. “Are you coming to take care of these bikers, or should I take care of them myself?”
Julius let out a strangled groan of protest and moved finally, sitting up atop me and then sliding his legs to the side. He scrambled gracefully off the bed and sent me an apologetic look before heading into a small bathroom. I heard the sound of water running, and then Julius returned a few moments later and ruefully went to collect his clothing from the office.
“I don’t know how long I’ll be,” he said.
I shrugged and sat up, rubbing my chest.
“I’ll follow you out,” I said, sliding off the big bed. I gave Julius a quick kiss. “I’ll grab a shower then come and find you in a little while.”
Julius gave me a relieved nod and departed with Milly in tow, who winked salaciously at me before disappearing.
I shook my head and went into the bathroom. I knew that, once the bikers were seen to, there would be no chance of having a sexy threesome with Milly and Julius. Soon, the real reason I was here would come to light…and Julius would never want to speak with me again, let alone share a bed with me. That was if I was allowed to live. I sighed heavily and stepped into the shower then got ready for what was to come.
Chapter Three
Julius
I observed the bikers in the upstairs bar with distaste. Not because of their cuts or their tats. Those things were common here, and I wore a cut myself when I went out riding with the coven. These two bikers were of a type of vampire that I despised. Their coven treated humans like fodder and killed indiscriminately once their thirst for blood was sated. I knew instantly, then, who was responsible for the murders in the area. There had been nine so far, which wasn’t that many over a seven-month period, but the deaths had been vicious and brutal.
“You know them?” Charles asked, his deep voice shivering up my spine as he whispered the question in my ear. He cupped the small of my back with one big hand, his touch igniting sparks all along my nerve endings.
I ignored my unruly libido and turned my head slightly but did not stop staring at the two unwanted visitors. “They belong to Theo’s coven,” I replied quietly.
“Theo,” Charles said with some distaste. “That murderous old leche
r should have been put down decades ago.”
I restrained a smile, agreeing with the statement wholeheartedly.
“I don’t know their names, but I can’t imagine they’re here to make friends,” I said grimly. “Theo’s been wanting to expand his territory, and his coven, and would not hesitate to start a war if he thought he could get away with it.”
Charles made a slight sound, a sort of snort, and then moved a little away from me. I turned my gaze to him, seeing something hard and nasty flash in his dark eyes. I almost flinched at the look, feeling an instant of warning as I studied him, trying to tunnel into his mind again, but finding his inner thoughts blocked. I sent out a message, trying to caution my coven that something was about to go down. A second or two passed, and then a movement by the front door caught my attention, just as a thick iron band was snapped around my neck. I sent Charles a shocked look since he had placed the thing on me, and then my attention was diverted again, giving me no time to process the treachery.
Theo, a longtime foe, strutted through the tavern like the peacock he was, his clothing bright and gaudy. He was slim and short and had a bad case of little-man syndrome, not unlike a certain Corsican-born man centuries before who had tried to conquer the world. Napoleon and Theo had probably been bosom buddies.
