Vampires’ Consort: Magical Ménages, Book 2

by Bonnie Dee

  She concentrated on picking apart her muffin. “I’ve thought about your proposal. Is it possible to meet one of these Sisters who told you about the prophecy? I can’t understand why my DNA is so crucial. There’s never been anyone in my family with any special abilities that I know of. I’m sure you can understand how hard it is for me to surrender my future and have a kid at my age based on some prophecy that may not even be true.”

  “I’ll see what I can do about contacting them and I’ll show you the copy of the prophecy. Meanwhile, will you stay and enjoy the island? You’ve nothing to hurry back to, have you?”

  From his tone, he knew she was unemployed. He probably also knew she was skating on the edge of poverty, which was why he’d believed offering a payoff would sway her decision.

  As if hearing her thoughts, Valarian added, “I’m sorry to have sprung all this on you so abruptly, and to suggest you’d take money in exchange was unforgiveable.”

  “Yes, it was. Although I don’t know any easy way you could’ve broken news like this. As for the money, it would be a lie to say I didn’t consider it briefly. I am broke. I can’t get a writing job to save my life and the idea of working in a fast food restaurant, hoping for a big break that never comes, is depressing.”

  She thought about last night with Jacob and for a second allowed herself to imagine her future with a child in it. It was harder to accept than the idea of vampires. “But if I’m convinced the existence of this child is crucial to the future of the world, I’d do it, and I wouldn’t take payment for it.”

  “Although it might be nice to pretend it doesn’t matter, the financial aspect is important. You would have my protection and support in every way.” As Valarian reiterated his promise from the previous evening, he leaned forward in his chair and reached out to clasp her hand.

  That woke her up faster than the cup of coffee she’d been sipping. Every nerve ending shot lightning through her from the mere touch of his skin against hers. Her body ached in all her erogenous zones as if she’d been starved of stimulation for months rather than just having had a satisfying encounter with Jacob the previous night. Was this part of the vampire package, an erotic charge to draw his victims to him? Or was this connection particular to her and Valarian?

  Whatever the answer, she was certain he felt it too. The dark wings of his eyebrows knitted together and he stared at their joined hands. Then he brought hers to his mouth and kissed her palm, a soft, nibbling sensation that sent more fireworks rocketing through her.

  He looked at her as he nuzzled her palm, then murmured, “I heard you last night. With Jacob. I wanted to join you, but it seemed your day had been enough of a roller coaster already.”

  Join you. Just the words gave her stomach a roller-coaster drop. All the erotic images she’d conjured of the two men touching her, holding her, kissing her flared up again. She pictured a head at each of her breasts, two mouths nursing from her nipples, hands—everywhere, exploring her intimate places, and hard male bodies surrounding her.

  “Well…” She cleared her throat. “Maybe that’s something we could consider for later today.”

  He pressed his lips to her wrist and looked up at her with a smile. “I’d like that. But first, I’d like to have you all to myself for a little while.”

  Before Akila had a chance to respond, he rose and pulled her to her feet. The plate of food, still resting on her lap, tumbled to the floor, scattering muffin crumbs and sending strawberries rolling. But she was scarcely aware of it as Valarian hauled her up against his body and kissed her. She felt like she was caught in a windstorm, sensations and thoughts swirling in her mind like bits of flotsam.

  Valarian took possession of her mouth, mining it in an entirely different way from Jacob. The masterful thrust of his tongue soon had her moaning and clinging to him as if she had no strength to stand upright. Her will was scattered to the winds and the fleeting thought that he might become so aroused he’d turn her into a snack didn’t even seem to matter.

  He supported her neck with one hand and the other roamed freely down her back to cup her ass and pull her even more tightly against him. There was a lot of him to be pulled against. She felt the length of his cock grinding into her pubic bone and nudging at her stomach. Her clitoris peaked in response, swelling and aching.

  Abruptly Valarian released her lips, leaving her gasping for breath. He removed his hand from her nape and caressed her cheek as he gazed into her eyes.

  Akila held perfectly still, frozen like a small animal before a predator. Valarian smiled, revealing white teeth, and the illusion of a powerful animal that could devour her was complete. Good thing his fangs hadn’t descended, because right now she didn’t think she’d protest if he slid them into her skin and sucked a drop or two of her blood.

  Valarian turned her around in the circle of his arms so she faced the window, then walked her closer to the panoramic view. He pointed to the gardens below. Akila’s heart bumped at the sight of Jacob moving through a series of tae kwon do exercises beneath the shade of a large tree. He was shirtless and shoeless, wearing only a pair of loose-fitting pants that hung low around his hips. His bare chest gleamed and the muscles in his shoulders and arms rippled as he went through his routine. Her skin tingled at the memory of how good his flesh had felt gliding over hers.

  But now other hands were touching her, sliding the straps of her top down her shoulders. Other lips caressed her shoulders and nibbled at the junction of her shoulder and neck. Valarian slid his hands over her breasts then tugged the neckline of her shirt down to expose them to his seeking fingers. Akila caught her breath as he plucked at her erect nipples, pulling and twisting them.

  If Jacob glanced up, he would see them framed in the window. He would see Valarian pulling down her pants and exposing her pussy too. The idea of him watching them was incredibly arousing.

  “Did you like fucking him?” Valarian whispered as he ran the tip of his finger over the ridge of her pubis then teased it between her folds. “So hot and wet. Just what poor Jacob needed. I’m glad you let him bury his cock in you.”

  The coarse words were a whip to her flank, spurring her to greater excitement.

  Akila groaned and squirmed beneath his exploring fingers. When he suddenly took his hand away and she was left thrusting against the air, she whimpered.

  In several swift movements Valarian peeled off her shirt and dragged her capri pants and underwear down her legs. He tossed her sandals and clothes aside. She stood naked in front of him, still facing the window—the ocean spread out before her and Jacob in the garden, concentrating on his exercises, oblivious to the show taking place in the window above him.

  Akila glanced over her shoulder at Valarian, her body burning at the fire in his gaze. She felt no embarrassment at being naked and exposed in front of this fully clothed stranger. In fact, the dichotomy only added to her incredible lust. Her breasts seemed heavier than normal, swollen with desire, and her nipples were so tender the slight graze of his thumbnail over one sent a spasm through her.

  He moved in behind her and ran his hands down her body, leaving phantom trails of heat on her skin. His clothing tickled where it brushed against her and his hard body beneath the clothes was like a solid wall behind her. She leaned into him, eyes half closed, and melted beneath his molding hands.

  Again he caressed her pussy, slipped his fingers in her cleft and this time sank them deep into her body.

  “You smell so good.” That delicious, deep voice vibrated against her back and made her pussy clench around his fingers. “Did Jacob taste this? Did he lick you here or plunge his tongue inside you?” Valarian matched actions to his words, teasing her clitoris with his thumb and moving his fingers inside her.

  Akila rocked against his hand and thrust her breast into his other hand, which was plucking at her nipple. She leaned her head back against his chest, baring her neck, not worrying about whether that was wise.

  Valarian moved his lips from her shoulder
up to her neck, his tongue leaving a damp trail behind. She felt the slight scrape of his teeth—or were they fangs nicking her flesh, drawing blood? His mouth settled on her neck and he sucked. His low groan coupled with the insistent teasing of his fingers incited a new wave of pleasure to wash through her.

  She reached over her shoulder and touched the glossy softness of his hair. Glancing down, she watched his hands play her body like some fine musical instrument, beautiful long-fingered hands that knew exactly what she needed. And then her gaze cut away to Jacob finishing his exercises in an attitude of prayer, hands folded together. Would he come inside now, perhaps go upstairs looking for her and find them like this?

  Valarian’s hands left her pussy, her breast, and he stopped sucking her neck as he unfastened his fly and pulled out his cock. She wanted to see it, but stayed facing the window, waiting for him to enter her throbbing pussy.

  Seconds later, she felt the nudge of the tip of his cock at her entrance, and then he speared her in one hard push. She cried out and rocked forward, bracing her hands against the window glass. She was sopping wet and ready for him, but even so the girth of his cock stretched her. He wrapped his arm around her middle, holding her steady, and he remained inside her while she adjusted to him. His lips brushed her temple, kissing her tenderly, a sweet contrast to his uncompromising initial thrust.

  “Beautiful girl,” he murmured as he pulled slowly out and pushed again.

  Wrapped in his arms, impaled on his shaft, Akila felt as if she had become an extension of this strange and mysterious creature—so human yet so utterly foreign. She felt his chest moving against her back, and even their breathing was in unison.

  “And now you’re mine.” He thrust again, pushing her up against the window, her nude body splayed against the glass, her breasts mashed flat. Her cheek pressed against the cool pane. He filled her hard and deep and Akila closed her eyes from the sheer pleasure of being possessed.

  When she opened them again and peered down, she saw Jacob, finished with his prayers, at last looking up. He stared at her and at Valarian thrusting into her. Jacob’s expression was unreadable. Jealous, angry, hurt, aroused, wanting to join them? It was impossible to tell what he might be feeling. As for herself, she was caught on a tightrope between concern she may have hurt him and out-of-control lust. She wanted to be on display, was totally turned on by Jacob watching them.

  And Akila knew Valarian had intended for Jacob to see. He wanted to stir him into some sort of response. What drove him to provoke and prod the other man? She still didn’t quite understand the dynamic between them and knew only a fraction of the complex history that tied them together.

  Valarian slid a hand over her hip between the glass and her pussy. He located her clit and gave her the extra stimulation she needed. She whined in sheer pleasure and pressed her palms against the glass, searching for something to hold on to while Valarian drove into her. He pierced her to the core and just as his thrusting became nearly painful, a rush of pleasure exploded through her. She wailed and bucked, trapped between his clever finger and his pounding cock.

  As the waves of her climax receded, Valarian’s orgasm reached its peak. His body slapped against hers. He called out words in a foreign tongue and grasped the back of her neck as he came. His hard grip was almost punishing. His groans were hungry. She wondered if it was a struggle for him not to tear into her at the moment of his release. When she glanced over her shoulder, his eyes were squeezed shut and he grimaced as though in pain, but no fangs were evident.

  Valarian murmured something else in his native language as he rocked his hips against her rear and then he recovered from his moment of bliss, letting her body slip down and settle on her own two feet.

  Akila could barely stand, her leg muscles as limp as wet paper. She stared at the window, the damp, smudged marks left behind on the glass from her body, and then she looked down at the garden. Empty. Jacob must have gone inside. A sense of loss flooded her. With the excitement of the moment over, worry that she’d hurt his feelings dominated her thoughts.

  He’d confided in her last night and that meant something. Some sort of connection had been forged between them. Seeing her fucking Valarian only hours later might, in Jacob’s mind, reduce what they’d done to meaningless sex. But it had been more than that. She needed him to know.

  “You like him.” Valarian spoke suddenly, as if he could read her thoughts. “He likes you too. It wasn’t only sex, although God knows he needed that. I’ve never seen him so interested in a woman.”

  Akila frowned. “He told you this?”

  “He didn’t have to. I haven’t seen Jacob look so relaxed in a very long time. You’re good for him.”

  Valarian had already tucked his cock away, zipped up, and looked as impeccable and unruffled as if nothing had happened. In contrast, she felt like a sweaty, disheveled mess. She bent, scooped up her pants and began to dress.

  She didn’t like the removed way Valarian discussed their relationship, so she turned the conversation to him. “What about you? Don’t you make him relaxed? I know you’re lovers at least some of the time.”

  “Recently it seems I only wind Jacob tighter no matter what I say or do. After almost sixty years, I think the honeymoon’s finally over.” Valarian spoke lightly, but a tightening of his jaw and a slight bitter tang in his tone told her this was no joke. He was upset by the growing rift between him and Jacob.

  “You care for him.”

  “Of course I do.” He frowned. “A thrall is more than some glorified servant. Jacob’s not some bug-eating Renfield. He’s my partner, my friend, and, yes, sometimes my lover.”

  “If he’s so important to you, why do you seem intent on hurting him?” she demanded. “You had to know he wouldn’t like seeing us like this. It’s as if you wanted to rub his face in it.” And I went along with you like a mindless sexbot.

  He waved a hand, dismissing the discussion. “Enough of such heavy talk so early in the morning. It’s a beautiful day. You must have Jacob take you out on the boat. You can sightsee, fish, or snorkel if you’re feeling adventurous.”

  Akila weighed the option of pushing him further and decided to follow Valarian’s cue. Whatever went on between these two men wasn’t her business. Best to keep it light.

  “Me, underwater? I don’t think so. I’m more of a lying on the beach, soaking in the rays kind of a girl. But I’d love to take a sightseeing trip. You won’t be coming along?”

  He shook his head and smiled. “I prefer moonlight boat rides.”

  “Oh, right.” She’d actually forgotten what he was for a moment. She imagined what it would be like for him never enjoying the sunshine—for eternity. Who would want eternal life? To go on year after year while everything changed around them?

  “May I ask you something?” She paused. Despite the act they’d just shared, her question seemed too personal—but when had that ever stopped her from talking? “What’s it really like to be a…what you are? Did it hurt when you were turned? Did you feel like a completely different person afterward?”

  Valarian regarded her with those eyes that seemed to look inside her rather than merely at her. “Unfortunately, I only became an enhanced version of the killer I already was. I was starving when I awoke and slaked my thirst fully and often. It took many decades and the influence of a special person before I desired change enough to learn to control my urges. But they’re always there, humming just under the surface.”

  Like an alcoholic, she thought. Vampirism sounded miserable.

  She put on her top, adjusting the built-in cups beneath her breasts. “Can I ask an even more personal question? You’re not entirely immortal, so what can kill you?”

  “A stake through the heart and beheading, just as legend claims. Also, full sunlight will incinerate my kind.”

  She was sorry she’d asked, but she needed to know everything. “If I were to actually have a baby with your DNA, would the kid be human?”

  “I hav
e no idea. As far as I know, nothing like this has ever happened before. I don’t know if the child would have any special abilities”—a smile played over his lips—“but I’m sure he or she would be beautiful. Are those all your questions for now? Let’s go find Jacob.”

  He offered her a hand.

  Akila took it, and even though he held her hand lightly, she felt the power in his grip. She wasn’t quite certain what to make of Valarian, who sometimes seemed wise and elevated above the mundane struggles of life, and other times—like just now—proved to be as ensnared in lusts and appetites as any living creature. She found Jacob easier to understand. More human. But she couldn’t deny she was attracted by the sheer mystery of the vampire.

  Would Jacob understand her attraction and why she’d so quickly succumbed to Valarian’s erotic magnetism or would he exhibit some jealousy when they met again?

  To avoid thinking too hard about it, Akila concentrated on the décor of the house as she walked alongside her host. Plenty of windows and a muted color scheme allowed nature and the outdoors to be the focal point at all times. She supposed it was as close as Valarian could come to being outside during daylight hours. Whatever treatment he had on the windows protected him while affording panoramic vistas.

  They met Jacob in the hallway leading from the veranda. He wore a sleeveless T-shirt and shorts. His body was glistening with perspiration and the scent of him teased her nostrils, arousing her all over again.

  Awkward. Akila had rarely felt so uncomfortable in her life, trapped between the two men she’d passionately fucked within a half dozen hours of each other. What the hell did one say in such a situation?

  “Good morning.” Her voice was as gritty as sandpaper. She cleared her throat.

  He regarded her with that same unreadable expression. “Good morning.” Only he pronounced it with that charming German accent so it came out “goot”.