Willow Dark Storm

by ZL Morris

  I don’t miss the way his eyes turn blue as he greedily takes in my dress. “You’re going to the party?” There’s a sharpness to his tone that almost sounds bitter, but that can’t be right. He shifts awkwardly while clearing his throat. “I thought maybe we could test out your new camera.”

  Something settles in the pit of my stomach as I watch him fidget. Uncomfortable being alone with him, I cautiously say, “Tomorrow would be better, if that’s okay? I don’t want to keep the guys waiting.”

  I’m careful to keep a distance between us as I step around him. I place my hand on the rail of the stairs, but his voice stops me before I can take my first step down.

  He spits out viciously, “Will you always be the stupid little human they want you to be?”

  Angered by his words, I tighten my grip on the handrail to the point my hand aches, but I don’t turn around. I don’t want to look at his face. If he wasn’t a vampire, then I might have had the opportunity to smack him without him dodging it. “I’m not stupid, Tobias. They’ve not treated me like I am, and I don’t know why you think they would.”

  With a voice full of rage, he snaps, “You’re going to a sex party because they want you to. You wouldn’t be going if they didn’t pressure you into it!”

  Anger getting the better of me, I turn to face him. I force my short body to its full height and stare him in the eye. “The only reason they’re going to the party is because I showed an interest in it. I want to go. If anything, I’m dragging them along, not the other way around.”

  I don’t bother to wait for his response. Instead, I force myself to head down the stairs without stomping my feet in annoyance. By the time I reach the bottom step, determination fills me enough to have a good time and, for once, not hide behind a lens.

  Stupid little human, I am not.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Adamant I won’t let Tobias get to me, I push all thoughts of what he said from my mind. He might be an asshole for making his assumptions, but he needs to live, if only for his parents’ sake. I don’t want them to suffer because the guys saw his words in my thoughts and went on a rampage. Cassius and Lilith are good people.

  Voices ring out over the sound of soft music coming from a room next to the sofa room, and my forgotten nerves return with vengeance. I’ve no clue what I’ll find when I walk through that door. My hand stays on the rail as I consider my options. I can go in there and see for myself what is going on, or I can run away from whatever might be waiting for me.

  “Callidora?”

  I blink in shock at Lazarus. When did he get here?

  He gently strokes a finger down my cheek with a look of concern on his face. “You don’t have to do this if you’ve changed your mind. The party can go on without us, if you’d prefer.”

  “I don’t know what to expect. Will they already be… you know, doing it?” Mortified by my word choice, my cheeks flame. Doing it? What am I, thirteen?

  He steps closer until his body presses against mine. Since I’m still on the bottom step, my head comes up to his chin. His voice vibrates against me as he speaks. “Not right away. They’ll talk for a while, dance. Then the music will change. Eventually, they’ll pair off. Think of it as a social gathering, but with a few added extras.”

  Not wanting to blurt out too many questions or make myself sound like an idiot, I hold my breath for a few seconds and slowly let it out. “Will… will I have to take part? Will it be expected?”

  “They might be interested, but with the three of us there, no one will approach you. I very much doubt the three of us will want you on display. You’re ours to see. Not theirs.”

  Relaxing into his hold, I nod. “Okay, I’m ready.”

  My stomach flutters with nerves, but I push it down, not wanting my anxiety to dictate what I do. I want this. I want to be able to explore things I’ve never dreamed of, and who knows, maybe I’ll learn something. After all, it’s not as if I’ve had experience with this type of shit before, and the little I do know from porn can’t exactly be considered love-making.

  Idris and Zadimus appear in front of us. Both are dressed in grey suit trousers, a crisp white shirt, and a purple tie that perfectly matches my dress. My mouth waters at the sight of them, and I purposely avoid looking at their eyes.

  Zadimus cups my cheek and presses a sweet kiss to my lips before stepping back and allowing Idris to take his place.

  Idris’s lips barely brush my own, but he pulls back slightly before it can become more. Purple eyes shining with happiness, he smiles. “Callidora, you look breathtakingly beautiful.”

  Cheekiness goes through me. “You three don’t look so bad yourself.”

  At my words, their eyes turn blue, and my body heats up from the looks they give me. An unknown part of me grows excited from the change to blue in their eyes. I need to learn what the damn colours mean, but I’m a quick learner. This will be a fun game.

  Once I find my seat with the guys on a sofa away from most of the other vampires, I notice a few vampires hovering around a table set up in the one corner. I squint at them, trying to work out what they’re congregating around. One of them moves to talk to a couple of the others, and I see what’s on the table—blood bags. My nose wrinkles at how many bags are piled on there, but I guess I should be happy they’ve been provided with blood. At least, they aren’t expecting me to be the appetiser, main course, dessert, and anything after.

  An hour passes with people socialising quietly. Then the music changes, and things heat up. Bodies come together on the makeshift dance floor. Most of the women wear flimsy scraps that keep their goods hidden from view, but there’s still enough flesh on display to tease the males into a frenzy. The men, who were wearing their shirts tastefully buttoned up to their chins, now have them unbuttoned to show off their pale chests and toned stomachs.

  The lights turn low, and shadows are cast dramatically around the room, offering up a more intimate atmosphere. With the music slightly louder than it was, it’s harder to know what people might be saying to each other. This only makes my imagination run wild with what could be going on.

  The pulse of the music vibrates through the sofa and the soles of my shoes. My eyes become sharper because I don’t want to miss a single thing.

  My only wish? My camera.

  I’d do almost anything to have my camera in my hands so I could capture every sinful act my eyes witness. To capture the way the light bounces off their pale skin, or the way their bodies come together in perfect harmony as they dance with their chosen lovers for the night.

  A woman takes the hands of two men, and she leads them to a seating area to the left of the dance floor. I can’t take my eyes off them as the one guy moves to stand in front of her, his hands moving up until they reach her bust. He grabs the hem of her dress and pulls the material down at the front, revealing her bare breasts. Through the dim light, it’s impossible to make out what passes between them, but not a moment later, his head lowers for a taste. The second one stands behind her, dragging his hands painfully slow down her legs. On the sweep back up, he catches the material and pushes the dress over her hips. A small gasp slips free when I realise she’s not wearing underwear.

  I pull my eyes from them when a squeal sounds over the music. A man walks away from the dance floor with a girl thrown over his shoulder. He roughly sets her on a table and forces her to lie down before he spreads her legs and buries his face between them. I fight not to wiggle in my seat. The temptation to move becomes almost painful when she throws her head back in pleasure.

  More people move away from the dance floor and become better acquainted with each other. My eyes don’t know what to settle on as they sweep the room. A woman giving some guy head. The man buried balls deep in the girl as she leans over a chair. Or the girl bouncing excitedly on two vampires lying underneath her in a position I’ve never seen before.

  Sometime later, I find myself in Lazarus’s lap. His hands skim under my dress and stroke closer and closer
to my sex on every slow torturous sweep. His hard length presses firmly into my lower back. I battle with the urge to either squirm or fuck him here in front of everyone.

  No longer self-conscious, I greedily watch each set of bodies in all manner of poses. The visual and the feel from Lazarus beneath me combine to become too much.

  Unable to put up with the way my body responds to them any longer, I whisper, “Please.”

  I don’t expect him to hear me, so when all three of them turn in my direction, my cheeks flame from being caught.

  Lazarus huskily whispers against my skin, “What are you asking for, Callidora?”

  My already overly sensitive body splinters with his question. Goosebumps rise, and my voice comes out huskier than I’ve ever heard it. “I-I…” I clear my throat, and the next words pass my lips barely above a whisper. “Can we go upstairs?” I shift slightly, my body feeling as if it’s been zapped as all my senses go into overdrive. “The four of us. I’m about to explode.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Zadimus’s body presses tightly behind me on the bed. My body lies partially between his legs with his arms wrapped securely around my body. Even through the material of the dress, the hot air of the room and the cold from his body do wicked things to my own. I struggle to suppress a shiver as his fingers trail feather-light touches down my arms.

  Lazarus and Idris stand the end of the bed and slowly remove their clothing. They peel layer after layer from their bodies, giving me my first glimpse of the hard-muscled chests underneath. They leave their boxers on, silently giving me a moment to greedily take them in. My fingers tingle to touch them when I see how aroused they are. Although I’m not sure what I want more: to be able to touch them or to have them both touch me.

  The show put on downstairs by the other vamps caused a knock-on effect for the rest of us. There’s no denying I want them, but would I want them as desperately as I do now if I wasn’t massively turned on from the party?

  “We don’t have it do this, Callidora. If you don’t want to,” Lazarus mentions for the second time since we stepped into the bedroom.

  Automatically, I nod in response, but I stop when I recognise the dubious expressions on their faces. They might believe me more if I tell them how much I want this. “I know, but I want to. I want you, all three of you. I’m a little nervous, that’s all.”

  Zadimus presses his stubbled cheek against my own and whispers, “We’ll go slow, I promise. And remember, you say stop at any time, and we will.”

  He moves back, and his teeth scrape erotically across my neck before I can think of a response. I fight to keep my eyes open while Lazarus and Idris kneel on the bed in perfect sync, and I grow embarrassingly wet as their bodies glide seductively towards me. The first touch of their cold hands on my ankles sends a new wave of goosebumps popping up over my body. My gaze rapidly flicks between the two, unable to look at just one for too long.

  Zadimus licks my neck. The thought Stop flutters through my mind, along with an urge to test their willpower of following the order, but between the way their hands glide up to my knees and the feel of Zadimus’s tongue, I know I’ll never utter it.

  Through barely open eyes, I nervously watch as they push my thighs apart. I see the exact moment it registers just how damp my underwear is because their eyes turn a brighter blue. It finally clicks in my mind what the colour means. Horny. Want. Lust.

  A growl from Zadimus vibrates against my back, adding another sensation to my already overly sensitive body. My nerves are on edge, not because I’m frightened but from feeling what they’re doing to me and witnessing what I do to them. It only makes me more eager for the next part.

  My eyes snap open as their hands move farther up my legs. My body fights a war going on within. I want to pull away from their cold touch, but I can’t get enough of it. They hook their fingers into my underwear, and Zadimus lifts me briefly to make it easier for them to slide the material down my legs.

  Self-consciousness goes through me at them witnessing my body bare for the first time. What if they decide they don’t like what they see. Will I ever be enough for the three of them?

  Zadimus loosens his hold across my middle and slowly works his hand up. My breath catches when his fingers linger on my heavy breasts. They hover there for a fraction longer, then continue up until he grasps my cheek and turns my face to his.

  His lips move against my chin as he softly whispers, “I can’t see your eyes, and I already know what you’re thinking.” He nips, sending another delicious shiver through me. “You. Are. Beautiful. Gorgeous. And ours.” He drives the point home by saying each word between a harsher nip than the last.

  Hearing the truth in his words and feeling the way his excitement still presses into my back, I take a deep breath and relax, allowing my knees to drop open a little. Idris and Lazarus grasp my knees and pull my legs open until they expose my most intimate parts. My eyes slam shut, not wanting to see their reactions. Instantly, two loud huffs sound.

  My brain registers they’re disappointed, and I try to shut my legs since they don’t like what they see. Cold hands firmly but gently pin my legs to the bed. Confused but scared, I jump when I feel an unexpected touch at my core. My eyes snap open at the foreign feeling, and they instantly lock on Idris’s blue eyes as he peeks up from between my thighs.

  Is he about to do what I think he is?

  “Beautiful,” Idris whispers then pushes his face closer.

  The first touch of his tongue makes me jolt, pushing back into Zadimus. A hiss sounds from behind me. I try to move, worried I’ve squashed him, but he tightens his hold and pulls my body harder against his.

  Zadimus curses, making Idris lift his head, a confused look on his handsome face. Zadimus sits me up briefly, so he can pull the dress completely off, leaving my breasts bare for his touch. He throws the material somewhere off the side of the bed. Likely landing somewhere near my forgotten underwear.

  Happier with me naked, Zadimus moves me back against him, and I hiss at the cold touch of his body against my feverish skin. Idris doesn’t waste any time getting back into position, and his tongue sweeps over me. My eyes close as Zadimus gently rocks our bodies together. My breath leaves in a rush when I feel a mouth close over my breast. My eyes are too heavy to open, but I know it’s Lazarus’s mouth paying extra attention to my overly tight nipples. His fingers join in on his mission to completely undo me.

  It doesn’t take long for me to become completely delirious. A cold finger probes my entrance, and my body tenses up at the invasion. They don’t allow me to think though. Zadimus grabs my hair and turns my face towards his. He plunders my mouth with his tongue, and Lazarus gently bites my nipple.

  In an instant, I melt against them, and it allows Idris to slowly enter me with a second digit. Only ever having pleasured myself, a slight discomfort from someone else pleasing me surprises me, but my mind quickly gives up on the weird feeling as I get lost to the excitement they evoke in me.

  They don’t let up in their ministrations, and my body changes. I recognise what it means, but it’s never felt anything like this. My lower tummy constantly flutters, and my breasts become unbearably heavy. My body wriggles slightly, knowing this orgasm will be completely different from the ones I’ve had in the past. I try to pull away, but they won’t allow me. This is going to tear me apart at the seams.

  “Don’t fight it. Let it happen,” Zadimus growls against my ear.

  Unable to respond verbally, my body clenches as all three of them work together to send me soaring. A sting hits on my neck, but the slight pain only makes me fly higher. I have no idea what comes out of my mouth, but it’s broken by cries of ecstasy and desperation.

  My breathing slowly comes back down, and I barely notice when Lazarus gently moves my boneless form until I’m lying across the bed with my head by the edge. Unable to lift my head, my eyes track them as they stand and remove their boxers. My barely open eyes rake over their bodies, and I gulp when I r
egister the size of their man-hoods.

  Holy hell, they scrimped on the silicone when they made my vibrator! How the hell are they going to fit?

  Zadimus climbs on the bed, and I briefly wonder if they worked out who would be first, but I’m quickly distracted by all the bare flesh in front of me. I automatically open my legs to allow him to press intimately against me. He runs his fingers through my hair and down my cheek until his fingers caress where he bit me. His eyes shine brightly while he inspects the mark he’s left behind. His eyes lock on mine, and after a few silent moments, his length gently nudges against my opening.

  I try to keep still and not tense. I know enough to realise I need to be relaxed so it won’t hurt. Careful not to hurt me, he cautiously pushes into my opening, stretching me farther than I’ve ever been before. Almost immediately, an uncomfortable pinch radiates through my legs. But not once does Zadimus remove his eyes from mine. His eyes flash to light purple when I wince, and I know he’s upset for causing me pain. When he sinks in farther, he allows me a few moments to adjust.

  He kisses my cheeks, nose, and forehead, then rests his lips against my own. When my body relaxes around him, he lifts his head slightly and stares into my eyes. His eyes immediately turn back to the blue I’ve come to love. Without meaning to, I must’ve somehow sent that thought to him because something crosses his face, and he slowly pulls out to push back in. Automatically, my hips tilt to allow him to slide in farther, and we both moan at the motion. Zadimus sets a rhythm that causes us both to gasp.

  Movement above my head catches my attention, and I look up to see Idris. I don’t realise I’ve moved until my hand cups his balls, their weight heavy in my palm, and pre-cum gathers at the head of his penis. Curiosity wins out, and I move my hand up. so I can take hold of his manhood. Hesitantly, I rub my thumb through the wetness. His body falls forward at the waist, and his hands hit the bed heavily next to my head. I silently cheer when he lets out a satisfied groan.