Willow Dark Storm

by ZL Morris

  Opening a cupboard door in the kitchen, I spot a set of six glasses still in the packaging. I can’t imagine the vampires would need something so human. They must have bought them for me. I quickly discard the plastic and replace the rest of the glasses back on the shelf. I wince when I turn the tap on and it makes the pipes groan loudly in the wall.

  Sticking my fingers under the tap, I impatiently wait for the water to run cold. Happy it doesn’t take too long, I fill the glass and turn off the taps while hoping the rattling pipes didn’t alert anyone to me being here. I guzzle the water in no time, wanting to be back in the safety of Zadimus’s room.

  Knowing I’m the only person who will likely use the glasses, I place the glass on the drainer without washing it. The last thing I need is to tempt fate by turning the taps on one too many times.

  At the door, I take one more glance around to make sure everything is put away, then I exit the kitchen. I quietly pull the kitchen door shut and tiptoe back to the stairs. My hand grabs the polished wood handrail. I place my foot on the bottom step but immediately stop.

  A brief, slightly muffled noise sounds from across the hallway, and I silently wait to try to figure out where it came from. A few seconds pass before the same noise sounds again. It sounds as though it came from the direction of the library. I frown, and my head tilts as I try to work out what it is. It’s not a sound I’ve heard before, and curiosity gets the better of me.

  Silently, I make my way to the ajar library door and peek through the gap. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust, then I notice shadows from a lamp which was left on bouncing around the room.

  My hand touches the door to push it open, but I stop abruptly. My breath catches in my throat when my eyes land on two people on the desk covered in paperwork. The desk lamp next to them gives me a clear view of their bodies together.

  I can’t tear my eyes away as the man’s hands stroke up the woman’s back until he reaches her bra clasp. He undoes it, then drags the straps down her arms until he drops it to the floor. His hand moves to between her breasts, gently pushing her back until she’s lying flat atop the paperwork.

  I shouldn’t be watching them in their private moment, but my feet root to the spot. I almost swallow my tongue when he roughly grabs her thighs and drags her to the edge of the desk. His fingers quickly work the buttons on her trousers before he savagely pulls them down her legs and off her feet. My mind screams at me to move, but my body continues to disobey me. His head lowers, and from what I can see through the gap, he takes one of her nipples into his mouth. Her low moan echoes around the room, and a deep longing builds up within me.

  I fidget as his fingers tweak and roll her other nipple, offering it the same amount of attention. My nipples bead and rub against the fabric of my bra. My breathing becomes shallow as his mouth moves down to her navel, and I let out a small gasp when his tongue dips into her belly button. His wicked chuckle echoes over her gasps before he slowly makes his way lower. He finally pulls off her underwear, leaving her bare to him—and me.

  He parts her thighs and dips his head. I can’t tear my eyes away, so I watch in awe as she tips her head back. Louder moans and gasps echo harshly around the room. Her hands desperately grab the edge of the desk above her head while her body squirms and jerks from the way his tongue moves over her.

  My fingers itch to hold my new camera and capture the way the light bounces perfectly over her body. The way his head bows over her as if he worships her for the goddess she truly is.

  What has me squirming though is the way my body screams to feel the tongue of a man on me. Not just any man, though—the tongue of any of the three vampires who have caught my attention. For any of them, or all three of them, to worship my body the way he worships hers. My eyes snap open when her throaty, “Oh God,” reaches my ears. I hadn’t realised I’d closed them.

  My eyes lock on the two lovers in front of me, and I commit every detail to memory. The way her legs attempt to close around his head. The way his hands halt her movements when he pushes her thighs firmly against the desk, leaving her at the mercy of his tongue.

  Her whimpers and pleas are uttered brokenly, emphasised by moans that bounce off the walls. I may not have experience, but I’ve read many books, watched a little porn, and by the way her body bows off the desk, I know she must be close.

  Now is the time for me to leave before they notice I’m here. My cheeks heat in embarrassment at the prospect of being caught and trying to explain I’m not in any way a voyeur. At least, I didn’t think I was. Although, I watched different types of porn, and I’m not a stranger to masturbating. But witnessing it in front of me is completely different to the stuff they put in the films. I can appreciate it more when it’s like this, rather than something purely put on for show.

  Maybe that does mean I have voyeuristic tendencies.

  My eyes open impossibly wide when her orgasm hits, but what catches my attention is the man. My head tilts in fascination when he moves his head away from her centre and gently brushes his nose on her inner thigh. I force myself to stay rooted to the spot and not somehow help her when he bites down.

  A hand flies over my mouth. I try to open it on instinct to scream, but the hand tightens a fraction and makes it impossible. A body brushes against the back of mine, and I feel their excitement.

  The person behind me brings their head down to the side of mine, and I instantly relax when I recognise the voice as it whispers in my ear, “Like what you see, Callidora?”

  Embarrassment and a tinge of humiliation go through me at being caught by Zadimus. What will he think of me for watching them? Will he think it’s wrong? That I’m some sort of twisted human?

  Caught off guard by his sudden movement, I don’t put up any resistance when he spins me around and gently grasps my hair so he can tilt my head back. I’m not quick enough to blank my thoughts before he hears them.

  He drops his head to mine until we’re nose to nose, then he whispers, “I don’t think it’s wrong you like to watch. My only question is, do you like to only watch, or would you like someone watching you? Someone watching you while my brothers and I feast on you?”

  As a way to avoid answering his questions, I ask my own. “They won’t be mad at me for being here?”

  He smirks, and my gaze locks onto his fangs as they peek out. “Not at all. They’re exhibitionists, and with their hearing, they knew you were here. They know we’re here now.”

  Humiliation burns through me even more. He allows me to lower my head until it rests against his shirt-clad chest, but he doesn’t let go of my hair. His fingers gently move up and down my back, and goosebumps rise along my skin. A groan escapes before I have a chance to choke it down.

  “You’ve nothing to be ashamed of,” his husky voice whispers in my ear, sending more goosebumps dancing across my flesh.

  The lack of breath across my ear makes me pause, but he pulls away. Before I have a chance to mourn the loss of him being so close, he uses the hair at my nape to pull my head back until he can stare into my eyes. His now-blue eyes move over my face as he takes in every feature of my own. They finally stop their perusal when they land on my lips.

  Unconsciously, I lick my lips, and his eyes darken further. His head lowers, but instead of closing his eyes like I thought he would, he keeps them open while his lips gently connect with mine. Between the sounds of sex behind me and Zadimus’s lips on me, my eyes drop to slits from the heady feeling. Zadimus must see the effect he has on me because his eyes close before his tongue sweeps out across my lips while he pulls my pliant body firmly against his chiselled one.

  Everything in me homes in on Zadimus and what he’s doing until I’m barely aware of the moans of ecstasy behind us.

  My whole body tingles as Zadimus’s hardness presses snugly against my stomach. There’s a huge contrast between our bodies. He’s hard all over; I’m weak. He’s tall; I’m short. The way he kisses me doesn’t allow me to become self-conscious. His tongue strok
es across the roof of my mouth, and my knees almost buckle from the pleasure.

  Oh hell! I’ll really be in trouble when they get me naked if only the touch of his tongue causes this effect on my body. I don’t think I’ll survive it. But what a way to go.

  Shocked at my own thoughts, I pull back to gain a little space, and my chest heaves with quiet gasps. My nipples brush against his chest, and I clamp my mouth shut to smother another moan. My overly sensitive body reacts to the lightest of touches. I try to step back to gain some control, but Zadimus doesn’t let go. Instead, he turns me around and pushes my back snugly against his front. His arm wraps around my stomach and comes to rest under my breasts.

  My eyes immediately lock onto the two bodies in front of me. The man’s trousers wrap around his knees, and he slams in and out of the girl on the desk. His hands firmly grasp the backs of her thighs, opening her further to his pummelling pace. My sex clenches at the thought of how it must feel. My eyes close only to shoot open at the nip to my neck. A tongue soothes the sting, and I unconsciously tilt my head to allow Zadimus better access.

  Zadimus softly demands, “Keep watching, Callidora. The way his cock moves in and out. See the way her body submits to him. The way he picks up his pace means she’s clamping around him, ready to orgasm. Imagine it’s me or my brothers doing this to you. The way our hands glide over your body. The way we’d love you to the point of exhaustion.”

  My mind practically short-circuits when the male’s groans reach my ears but are swiftly drowned out by the woman’s cries of pleasure. My sex clenches painfully on nothing, and an ache settles in the pit of my stomach. I’d do just about anything to have that feeling rush through me, but I don’t know if I’d regret it if I threw all rational thought out the window.

  I must’ve been lost in my thoughts for longer than I realised before I become aware of two people standing in front of me. Both naked. For a moment, I glance down, confused as to where the guy’s trousers must have disappeared to. Then I realise all too late what I’m now staring at. My head shoots up so I’m no longer staring at his body, and my blush turns a whole new shade of red from knowing they know I watched the whole thing. I open my mouth to give them some sort of excuse, but no words come out.

  The woman leans forward and places a kiss on my cheek, which makes Zadimus growl. She brushes off his warning with a laugh, and it lights up her blue eyes. She whispers, “Next time, I’ll invite you.” Her hand gently tugs a strip of my hair, and a wicked smile spreads across her face. “And maybe you’ll let us watch you. One day.”

  I bite my tongue at the first answer that wants to pop out of my mouth. I don’t think they’d appreciate me being super eager and asking when. Instead, I give her a silent nod in acknowledgment. Zadimus and I quietly watch as they sashay past us, their laughter becoming quieter the farther they move into the house. My body settles more heavily against Zadimus as a wave of exhaustion washes over me.

  A squeak bursts out of me in surprise when he swoops me up in his arms. My hands desperately grab his shoulders, and my legs snake around his slim waist. I hold on for dear life, worried he’ll drop me. My face now sits higher than his, and being at a height I’m definitely not used to feels weird. His chin comes to rest on the swell of my breasts, and I fight the urge to push his face into them.

  “I won’t drop you, Callidora.” His chest vibrates against the upper part of my stomach as he talks, and I have a hard time keeping my body still, instead of squirming against him.

  I breathe a sigh of relief when his words register through the fog. He didn’t hear the second part of my thoughts, only the first.

  He turns and, with a hand under my ass, makes his way up the stairs. He walks confidently to his room, where I’m supposed to be asleep, and pushes open the door. He steps through and uses his foot to kick it shut behind us. He doesn’t let me go like I thought he might now that I’m back in the bedroom. Instead, he walks over to the bed and sits on the edge with my legs still tightly wrapped around him. The hand that held my ass reaches up and pushes the loose strands of hair away from my face. He lowers his head and places a soft kiss on my forehead. My eyes close in contentment at the touch.

  His legs move under me, and each foot kicks out slightly—I realise he’s taking off his shoes. He scoots back until he reaches the middle of the bed, never once letting me go. With no words spoken between us, he rests his back against the headboard and shuffles me slightly until my legs are situated on either side of his. Hesitantly, my head settles against his chest, and I relax.

  Now comfortable, he rubs his hand up and down my back. I bite my lip to stop a purr and push myself further into his touch. My relaxed body doesn’t get much of a reprieve though.

  When he speaks, the tension that finally left comes back tenfold. “I don’t want you to assume any of us will judge you for what happened. If it’s something you’d like to explore, then my brothers and I will be right beside you.” The weight of his hands settles at my waist. “But I want you to talk to us about anything you’d like to try or do. We won’t push you into anything you’re not comfortable with.”

  My head lifts in surprise. I try to ignore my embarrassment as my eyes lock onto his. “I-I-I’m not sure what I like or don’t. I’ve n-n-never…”

  “Shh, Callidora.” He rubs his thumb over my bottom lip once before he settles my head back onto his chest. Instinctively, I snuggle closer. “When the time comes, we’ll talk. But for now, you need to rest. I’ll stay with you if you’d like.”

  A loud yawn escapes, and I’m barely able to keep my eyes open. Sleepy, I mumble, “What does it mean? Being a mate.” Beginning to drift, I can’t be certain I asked the question out loud.

  A whisper sounds in the darkness of the room, but I’m not sure if my sleepy brain made it up. “That we love you for life, Callidora. And the next life after.”

  I wake up a few hours later, but I’m no longer asleep on top of Zadimus. I’m now under the covers with the soft blankets pulled up to my chin. I must’ve really been out of it if he managed to slip out from under me without disturbing me. I stretch my arms above my head and point my toes towards the footboard. I stop when the memories of last night flood back. What Zadimus said about trying those things and allowing me to lead makes my face flame. I pull the blankets over my head and pitifully groan.

  How will I face them after last night? There’s no doubt in my mind that Zadimus told the others I’m some sort of kinky freak.

  My pity party gets cut short by my screaming bladder, and my tummy chooses now to grumble for food. Resigning myself to the fact I need to either face them on my terms now or they’ll likely come up to find me, I make quick work of my morning needs. I won’t bother with getting out of my PJs until the monster inside my stomach is tamed. I pull my shoulders back and try to at least appear confident as I head downstairs for food.

  Chapter Twelve

  Reaching the bottom step, I take a deep breath to steady my nerves and steel myself for whatever waits for me on the other side of the kitchen door. Ignoring the butterflies currently fluttering in my stomach, I gently push the door open. Three sets of eyes turn in my direction and silently watch me approach the centre island. I fight the blush that wants to alert them to my shyness. I do an imaginary fist pump when I make it all the way to the stool without further mortification.

  Once I sit, Idris comes over and places a kiss on my head. “Morning, Callidora. Did you sleep well?”

  And with those few simple words, my face fires up enough to efficiently heat a whole damn town. I can’t imagine the blood constantly rushing to my face can be good for my health. I wonder if he knows about everything that happened in the library last night. Not trusting myself to open my mouth without spilling my guts about last night or firing questions at him, I bite my tongue and purposely angle my eyes away from him and stare at the pantry door so he can’t see my thoughts. I offer him a simple nod instead.

  “Good,” he mumbles against my head. />
  Idris releases me and crosses to the cupboard where the glasses are kept. I hold my breath, waiting to see if he’ll notice they’re no longer in the packaging, but he doesn’t say anything as grabs one and quickly fills it with orange juice. When he sets it on the counter in front of me, I thank him.

  Lazarus places a plate of croissants, along with a small bowl of fruit, in front of me and I chuckle with the knowledge he took the different fruits out of the packets and threw them together. My heart melts that he even thought to feed me instead of being completely clueless like most human men I’ve witnessed are.

  Since I never had much in the way of friends, I spent a good amount of time people-watching. I learnt that not all men are considerate of their partners or cater to their partner’s needs, so I know I should be grateful that Lazarus and Idris got me something without me having to ask or get it myself. It warms my heart they wanted to do something for me, especially since it’s very human and something they’re not used to.

  I guess this might be one of the perks of being a mate.

  Zadimus catches my eye, and I notice the soft expression on his face. He straightens up away from the cupboards and saunters over to stand next to my stool. My face automatically turns up to watch him better, and I’m shocked when he leans down to kiss me. It’s short but has enough heat behind it to make me swoon.

  “It’s because you’re our mate, and we want to take care of you. We want to provide for you and love you,” Zadimus explains, the truth of his words shining in his too-blue eyes.

  They sit quietly with me while I eat breakfast. Once I finish and drink the last of the orange juice, a serious expression settles on their handsome faces. I push my plate away, waiting for them to tell me what’s going on. Lazarus grabs my plate and glass and takes them over to the sink to be washed. My eyes snap between Zadimus and Idris when they both take my hands.