Surrender Boxed Set (Surrender Series Volume 1 - 7. BDSM romance with man love, bad boys, and billionaires.)

by Anita Lawless

  The vampire considered this, but remained unmoving. “This is coercion! I have a good mind to leave right now and find satisfaction at the sex bazaar.”

  “But then you’d be breaking our pact of monogamy.”

  “You’re trying to break me by denying me sex!” Sid spat back.

  The werewolf chuckled. “Just say yes and you’re in.”

  His mirth infuriated the vampire further, but he glanced down at their hands gliding over cum and sweat slick skin and he gave in. “Fine, I’ll go, but you better make the orgasms worth it!”

  He plunged in between the pair of lovers. Warm, strong arms encircled his waist. Smooth hands splayed across his ass, kneading his firm cheeks with insistent fingers. These fingers parted his ass and a wet, hot tongue wriggled up and down his crack. It squirmed inside his anus, giving his anal walls a slick massage. He groaned and latched onto a cock directly in front of his face.

  He popped the meaty glans in his mouth and savored it like a lollipop, first licking all over its slippery, bulbous surface. Then he sucked hard on it while he twirled his tongue beneath the thick ridge. The troll growled out his enjoyment and nested fingers in the vampire’s hair.

  Between the vampire’s legs, the werewolf worked with skilled tongue, teeth, and lips. First he nipped the thin skin covering the vampire’s balls and tugged until the vampire gasped from the shock of pleasure / pain. He curled his tongue and used the tip to tickle the vampire’s perineum, making him groan and squirm. His groin was washed in erotic fire.

  His cock pulsed strong when the werewolf’s hand closed around it. The werewolf slid his fist to the base and kept it there, twisting gently as he lapped up pearly pre-cum. Then his entire mouth encased the vampire’s penis in a soft, fleshy heaven. The vampire sighed and lifted his hips off the bed, bumping his glans against the back of the werewolf’s throat.

  Suddenly the troll was behind him, slipping a wide palm across his waist then up his torso. The troll held him close, tickling his back with the downy hair that covered his massive chest. With his other hand, the troll spread the vampire’s legs then wrapped fingers around his corded thigh. He spread the vampire’s ass cheeks and lubed up his tight anus with gushing pre-cum before he nudged his thick cock in.

  The vampire mewled like a horny alley cat, while letting his anal canal relax completely to take all of his well endowed lover. His cock, still buried in the mouth of the eager-to-please werewolf, throbbed with the need to cum. His prostrated throbbed from the orgasm also building inside him. Slippery, tight sensation engulfed him, and the vampire lost himself.

  His thrust into the werewolf’s mouth grew primal, and he gripped the back of his lover’s head as he fucked his face faster and faster. The werewolf gagged and choked around the force, and he let up when he felt this and realized the intensity of his force.

  His ass opened wider for the troll, and he cooed in sheer bliss as the meaty cock pounded away at his anus. While he fisted handfuls of the werewolf’s hair and guided his mouth in a slower tempo he shoved his ass backward, grinding it into the troll’s pelvis as he took his penis to the root. The way his anal canal molded to his lover’s rigid cock was pure ecstasy. Like the satisfaction of scratching a bad itch magnified by a thousand times.

  Soon he sprayed hot spunk down the werewolf’s throat. The werewolf slurped around his dick and swallowed, which only heightened his climax with added sensation. The troll pounded away inside his ass, his balls slapping against the vampire’s, and the orgasm broke here too, reducing the vampire to a shivering mass between his two lovers.

  While the troll still fucked the ass off him, the vampire said to the werewolf, “Get up here and fuck my face, little wolf. Can’t have anyone left out.”

  A thick, shorter penis glided between the vampire’s lips. He sucked on it greedily and fondled the werewolf’s scrotum. He applied pressure to the perineum and stroked until the werewolf fucked his face swiftly and growled out his pleasure.

  From behind, the troll also grew more carnal. He gripped the vampire’s chest tight, holding him fast as he pumped in and out with wild abandon. Their balls slapped together with such force they stung.

  He pulled the werewolf’s cock from his mouth and said, “Cum all over my face, little wolf. Cum all over me.”

  The werewolf did as he requested, spraying pearly seed all over the vampire’s lips and cheeks, all over his chest.

  The troll buried his penis into the vampire’s ass a final time and held it there. Held it deep as it twitched and throbbed in release. The vampire felt hot cum dribbling from between his cheeks as the troll pulled out and slid over him. He moved up between him and the werewolf to lick the salty semen from the vampire chest, lingering at his nipples to tease him with teeth and tongue until his cock started to twitch and harden again.

  Sid laid there, catching his breath while the werewolf began playing with his cock once more. “Hmmm…” he said as his erection grew. “I’m almost glad Lord Richard put you up to this.”

  ***

  The sands swirled as Sid and the others carefully climbed the barrier that separated this forsaken land from Underground. They wore netted headgear to keep the grit from their eyes and mouths. The Sands of Aziza were alive with the spirits of exiled djinn after all, and they bit and scratched tender parts exposed.

  On their backs they carried khaki colored packs filled with necessities for this journey. Their clothes were loose fitting and tied at the wrists and ankles, again to help keep the supposedly living grit out.

  “What is the deal with this place exactly?” Warren said as they strolled amidst dunes that towered higher than the spires of Council Headquarters.

  “We told you about the legend. The troll told you about our prior mission.” Sid scoured the dunes and horizon between them for signs of their quarry. Before they left for the mission that morning, he’d scanned Harris’ mind for a more detailed image of Garrity Tyler. The man was nowhere in sight.

  Warren shrugged. “Yeah, Avery said something about stupid superstition and a double crossing desert guide, but that was about it.”

  Sid smirked as he pulled a pair of high powered binoculars from his eyes. “Avery doesn’t believe in the spirits of the djinn that are said to reside here. He thinks our desert guide slaughtered our team for the financial spoils. He was the only member of our party to completely disappear.”

  Warren took the binoculars he offered and scanned the dunes. “What do you think?”

  Sid inhaled deeply. “I know the djinn did it. I saw them, but I was helpless to stop it.” Then he promptly veered onto the topic of the legend. “When Underground was born, it’s said a party of nine djinn came here to overthrow our newly elected Council of Twelve. They came here under the pretense of seeking refuge, but they slaughtered six of the twelve their first full night in Underground. A sneak attack on Council Headquarters. In turn, they were captured and sentenced to death. But they escaped and fled to the Sands of Aziza. Even then the sands were an inhospitable place. A place only true loners and wanderers call home. But after the djinn…the area became even more dangerous. Few monsters dare live inside the sands, just some mad nomads and a few desert guides who grew up nomadic. They’ll tell you the djinn are very real indeed.”

  Warren stared at him in silence, binoculars hanging forgotten around his neck.

  “Guys,” Lord Richard shouted to Sid’s left. “I see him! Between two dunes. Looks like he set up a tent of some sort…”

  Sid and Warren jogged over to where Richard, Avery, and Harris stood. Sid scooped up the high powered binoculars around Warren’s neck and aimed them in the direction Richard pointed.

  He scanned from left to right between the dunes, then up and down. He squinted and adjusted the magnification. He swallowed hard over the grit coating his throat before handing the binoculars to Warren for a glimpse.

  The werewolf pressed the eyepieces to his face and said, “What the fuck?”

  Lord Richard cleared his t
hroat. “Care to share with us, you two?”

  Warren dropped the binoculars to his chest, casting Richard, Avery, and Harris a puzzled look. “There’s nothing there.”

  Avery raised an eyebrow and walked closer. “What’re you talking about? We clearly saw a tent and a guy…” He held the binoculars to his face and growled out a curse.

  Sid spoke up. “The desert is playing with us already.”

  “I don’t know about that,” Avery said. “But there’s no trace of what we saw just moments ago.”

  He offered up binoculars to Richard, who accepted. When he too saw the emptiness, his face paled. “So do we follow its madness or go the other way?”

  “You’re the Council Liaison,” Sid said. “You tell us.”

  Richard gave him a disapproving glare. “And you’re the expert on the legend. So please, enlighten us with your opinion.”

  “I’d steer away from the djinn’s mirages.”

  Avery scoffed at this. “Your superstition will make us lose the guy. Maybe he spotted us and dismantled his camp in record time. Think of the plausible, Sid.”

  Sid twisted his lips, bit back harsh words. It had already begun, and he knew it. Now the djinn would use their differences to try and turn them on one another. He could feel it in his ether. How could the troll not feel it too?

  But what if he was wrong? What if he was letting his paranoia get to him? True, Garrity could’ve spotted them and disappeared incredibly quick. Harris had said the guy was a master at running under the radar.

  “Fine, let’s head that way,” Sid relented, but his gut and mind warred over the decision. One told him he’d just made a grave mistake. The other whispered don’t let a potential murderer walk free thanks to superstition.

  They found nothing that first day in the desert, and as the darkness beneath ground deepened they decided to set up camp for the night. They’d packed two tents, and it was agreed upon the triad would occupy the large tent, while Harris and Richard would take the smaller one.

  “You think it’s safe letting the kid bunk with that lecher?” Avery asked.

  “He’s not a kid,” Sid countered. “He’s twenty. Harris can do what he wants.”

  “Yeah, but Richard is a ruthless seducer.”

  Sid passed another sleeping bag through the tent opening. “I told the Council Liaison to behave himself.”

  “Like he’ll listen.”

  Before he slipped inside, Sid looked over his shoulder at Avery. “You’re extra cynical tonight, troll. What gives?”

  The troll shrugged and gazed up at the indigo artificial sky. “I don’t like this place anymore than you do. I just don’t believe in ghosts.”

  Sid snorted at this. “A monster who doesn’t believe in ghosts. That’s rich.”

  But he had a feeling Avery believed a lot more than he let on. Denial, Sid knew, could be an excellent coping mechanism.

  The troll finally followed him into the tent and settled down in his sleeping bag. Warren already lightly snored inside his.

  As his lovers fell asleep on either side of him, Sid lay listening to the haunting music of the desert wind. His eyes fluttered shut as a sudden tiredness seeped into his bones. He’d been restless, unable to even think of sleep, only a moment before. Now it seemed he couldn’t stay conscious. He struggled to keep his eyelids open as this exhaustion weighted down his limbs, his head, his chest. He felt as if his body were made of the heaviest stone…

  Then there were voices in his head. Deep mechanical voices that made his brain whine and his undead heart shrink in fear.

  Come into the void… they said. Be with us… In this nothingness, you will find peace.

  “No!” Sid screamed and sat up. He felt as if he hadn’t slept at all, but he must have because he was now alone in the tent. Where had Warren and Avery gone?

  He went to unzip his sleeping bag, but he could barely move. It was as if the air surrounding him had turned to thick sludge.

  Then the empty sleeping bags on either side of him began to puff up, fill out. The insulated fabric molded to the outline of a shoulder, the bulge of a chest, the curve of a hip. The zipper opened with a deafening brrriiippp.

  Sid breathed rapidly as he watched a pale hand emerge from the opening. He knew the desert was fucking with him. He could be stuck in a dream, or the djinn could’ve pulled him out of the tent and into one of their treacherous illusions. He had to try and stay calm and keep his wits about him as best he could.

  Lord Richard emerged from one sleeping bag and Harris from the other. The two men peeled Sid’s bag away from his naked chest and explored his skin, his tense muscles, with chilly hands. They pushed Sid down and urged the sleeping bag lower.

  Sid couldn’t stop them, couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. He was lost to the desert’s will. He held his breath as they removed the bag from his naked form completely, exposing his stiffening cock to the cool kiss of the desert night. How he hoped Warren and Avery wouldn’t count this as cheating.

  He tried to protest, “We can’t do this,” but the desert stole his voice away once more. The young werewolf kissed him sweetly while his former vampire lover explored his flesh with eager hands, ardent licks, and hungry nips.

  The werewolf broke the kiss and nipped at Sid’s chin, suckled his neck and licked the length of his collarbone before he used that sensual mouth to tease his nipples. He bucked his hips up and sighed as the dominant vampire, now between his legs, smoothed cold hands up and down his inner thighs while brushing his knee lightly over Sid’s scrotum.

  Cold, wide palms cupped his ass and lifted it off the sleeping bag. The dominant vampire bent his head and his hot, wet tongue traced the length of Sid’s crack. He poked the slippery muscle up his ass and tongue fucked him thoroughly, lubing him up for entry.

  Sid breathed shallow and rapid under this assault of building bliss. He tried to cry out in pleasure, but even this exclamation emerged soundless.

  A plump, slippery cock stretched his asshole wide and slipped in deep. He opened his mouth and let free a silent shriek as his ass acclimated to the massive penis thrusting inside him. His anal canal clenched tightly around the pulsing muscle, milking it of every ounce of pleasure it had to give.

  The young werewolf kneeled beside his cock now, and while the dominant vampire fucked Sid in a slow, sensuous rhythm, the werewolf bent his head and gobbled his cock to the root. He closed his eyes as a wave of intense ecstasy shuddered through him.

  He didn’t know whether to thrust up or down, so he alternated between the two while the werewolf slurped and sucked at his shaft and the vampire angled his ass higher to stroke his prostrate just right with his glans.

  He melted into the mouth suckling his cock. He watched the werewolf’s cheeks grow sunken as he sucked harder still, then they puffed out as he let up just a bit. A hand slithered across the his balls and began to squeeze and tickle this sensitive skin.

  The cock in his ass picked up tempo, slamming in and out of his rectum rapidly now. He gripped the fabric of the sleeping bag beneath him and it tore from the force of his flexing fingers.

  He lost himself in this orgasmic fog. His groin became a pulsing mass of wet, slippery pleasure. The tingling in his prostrate exploded and he gasped, arching his hips up swiftly to fuck the werewolf’s face as the dominant vampire rammed his cock harder up his ass.

  He reached down and wrapped one hand around the young werewolf’s bobbing cock. While the werewolf sucked him still, he worked the werewolf’s cock with expert fingers, returning some of the pleasure he took.

  The tight skin covering his cock felt as if it split as the orgasm rushed from its tip. He spilled salty seed down the young werewolf’s throat. The young werewolf slurped it up eagerly, letting some trickle from his lips and dribble down Sid’s emptied scrotum.

  The dominant vampire dug strong fingers into his ass and fucked him harder still. The sound of their carnal lovemaking grew wetter as the dominant vampire’s pre-cum flowed copious
ly. Sweat beaded his brow as he put his back into it and thumped his lover’s prostrate furiously. He cried out and warm, wet semen spilled inside Sid’s ass. He pulled out and trickled pearly spunk over his lover’s lower abdomen.

  Now spent and sexually satiated, Sid laid there still unable to move. The air around him still hung heavy like a stone. His two lovers crawled into their sleeping bags beside him, pulling his sleeping bag up over his torso as they did so. Then they snuggled close against him and fell into slumber. Sid also succumbed to a deep sleep.

  Sometime later a slice of light stabbed his eyes, waking him. When he opened them, Sid found Warren and Avery peering in the tent, glaring at him.

  “You just can’t keep a promise of monogamy, can you?” the troll growled, stalking away from the tent.

  Warren’s eyes shimmered and he looked hurt.

  It was then it came to Sid where he was. He looked to his left at a rumpled, still sleeping Lord Richard. Then he glanced to his right at the slumbering form of the young, evidently naked werewolf.

  “I can explain,” Sid blurted as Warren walked off also. “The desert djinn tricked me!”

  “In his defense,” Lord Richard called after the departing pair, “I have no recollection of Sid entering our tent.” He looked under the sleeping bag and his eyes widened at his nakedness. “Or of what happened between the three of us.”

  Warren huffed. “Yeah right.” Then he let the flap of the tent fall and Sid heard the sand crunch under his heels as he walked away.

  Harris grabbed at a pile of clothes that lay to one side of the tent. He quickly sorted through them and threw clothes at Lord Richard and Sid. The young werewolf dressed in record time and stumbled out the tent.

  “He’s telling the truth,” he shouted after Warren and Avery. “They both are. I can’t remember last night either.”

  Once dressed, Sid and Lord Richard also headed outside. The desert wind whipped up a fury of sand, and Sid feared a sand storm was imminent.

  “Right,” Avery shot back at Harris as he and Warren continued to depart. “Did Sid tell you to say that?”