Vampires’ Consort: Magical Ménages, Book 2

by Bonnie Dee

  She glanced at Jacob, half expecting to see a flash of irritation after what he’d said about Valarian never letting him have anything for himself alone. Instead, Jacob’s eyes gleamed as he beheld his master sprawled on the sheets, his olive skin dark against the creamy expanse. Valarian had thrown back the covers. The bed was open and ready for them to join him.

  Jacob met her gaze and offered his hand. Akila let the towel wrapped around her middle drop to the floor and reached out to take it. Together they walked to the bed and climbed onto the high mattress to join Valarian.

  Chapter Eight

  Jacob tossed his damp towel to the floor as he crawled onto the bed and snuggled in beside Akila. A shaft of annoyance pierced him at Valarian’s high-handed supposition that he could join them, but it came and went with the swiftness of a needle prick. There was no point in being angry with Valarian. Jacob knew his master’s nature, knew what to expect from him. This was no surprise.

  Besides, he couldn’t deny the even stronger stab of lust that lanced through him at the sight of the vampire. After all these years together and despite whatever phases their relationship went through, he was always aroused by Valarian. Sometimes it still took him by surprise, for he’d never been sexually interested in any other man. He considered himself predominately heterosexual by nature. His rigid cock pressing against Akila’s nude body testified to that.

  He wrapped a hand around her smooth arm, pressed his lips to the tender skin on the back of her neck. He loved her curves, her softness, the way she smelled. He loved the sound of her voice and her carefree laughter. And the empathy in her brown eyes as she’d listened to his story last night had touched him. She was a woman he could grow to care for, maybe love under other circumstances. But given the bizarre nature of how they’d come together, coupled with the fact he wasn’t quite human, their relationship would never take a normal path.

  As if underscoring the thought, Valarian slid his hand over Akila’s hip, cupping her bottom, the backs of his knuckles grazing Jacob’s groin. With a vampire in the mix, there was nothing at all normal about this.

  Jacob reached for Akila’s breast, molding his hand around it and toying with her nipple while he continued to nuzzle at her nape. His gaze met Valarian’s over her shoulder as the vampire bent to kiss her—a scorching look that said “we’re going to have some fun now.” His hand was trapped between Valarian’s hard chest and Akila’s soft breast. He moved it farther down, feeling her smooth stomach beneath his palm and the tickle of masculine hair against the back of his hand. Jacob found the curls of her mound and slid his finger between slick folds into steamy heat. His cock ached with the need to be buried in her, but he restrained himself. For now, this was about pleasing Akila.

  In unison, as if sharing one thought, Jacob moved from behind her while Valarian pushed her flat on her back. The vampire suckled one breast and Jacob descended on the other, drawing the dark nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. They were rewarded by Akila’s gasp of pleasure. She arched her chest into their greedy mouths and smoothed a hand over each of their heads, her fingers tangling in their hair.

  Jacob was intensely aware of her reactions and of his master’s presence, so near. This wasn’t the first time they’d shared a woman in the many years they’d been together, but it had been a long while. He’d forgotten the thrill of bumping bodies with more than one partner. He felt closer to Valarian than he had in some time, not merely physically, but in their mutual intent to bring Akila the ultimate pleasure.

  Jacob released her breast and moved down her body. He lay between her legs and resumed what he’d begun in the shower—feasting on her pussy as if it was the finest delicacy. Her musky smell and taste filled his senses as he stroked her with long laps of his tongue, then nibbled her tender folds with his lips. He alternated this gentle treatment with a sharp nip or two that made her yelp and jerk.

  Above him, Valarian concentrated on her breasts, fondling and tasting them. A quick glance told Jacob the vampire’s fangs were out. Valarian carefully nicked her flesh and sucked on both blood and nipple. Jacob’s balls drew tight. He knew exactly how that pleasure-pain felt, the razor thin cuts and the warm, sucking mouth. He pushed his throbbing erection into the mattress and returned his attention to licking Akila’s clit until she cried out and bucked beneath him.

  He lapped her juices as she came and kissed her trembling thighs before moving up to lie beside her again. Akila looked up at him with lust-dazed eyes and reached for him, drawing his face down to hers for a kiss.

  “Thank you,” she murmured as he drew away.

  Valarian lifted his head from her breast. His fangs retracted and he leaned in to kiss her too. Jacob watched the merging of their mouths, the quick flash of tongue between them, and grew harder than ever. Then Valarian turned to him, grasping the back of his neck with a much harder grip than Akila’s and pulling him closer. Valarian’s mouth covered Jacob’s and his tongue plunged inside, hot and demanding.

  Jacob groaned and opened wider, accepting the invasion and giving back a thrust of his own tongue. For a moment, he forgot Akila lying between them as he submitted to his master’s possessive kiss. But then he felt her hand gliding down his stomach and wrapping around his cock. She drew on it with a long, slow stroke and he felt his orgasm already rising up inside him. He was ready, but it was too soon. He wanted to be inside her when he came.

  Valarian pulled away, leaving Jacob gasping for breath. The vampire stared at him with shining black eyes and ordered, “Fuck her.”

  It was an order Jacob was only too happy to obey.

  Pressed between two hot, heaving male bodies, Akila felt as if she was wearing someone else’s skin. This couldn’t be her, this wild, hungry woman who couldn’t seem to get enough sex. First Jacob, then Valarian, now both—and oh, how hot the pair of them had looked exchanging a passionate kiss.

  She’d expected something to happen this weekend, but not this complete abandon to sexual pleasure. It was as if she’d checked her brain at the door and become an utterly sensual creature, acting on every craving she’d ever secretly cherished.

  Although her pussy was still glowing from Jacob going down on her, she wanted more and Valarian’s command to “fuck her” was like a lighter to a propane burner. A fresh wave of lust rushed through her. Open, aching, yearning, she arched toward Jacob’s cock as he positioned himself above her. But Valarian reached between them and, grasping his thrall’s penis, guided it to her entrance. He watched with avid eyes as Jacob pushed inside her.

  Akila’s senses were overloaded: satisfaction at Jacob’s cock filling her, delight in the expression of rapture on his face, and excited awareness of Valarian watching them with mounting arousal. She reached blindly for his cock and felt the heavy length against her hand. Akila encircled his shaft and stroked.

  Valarian’s eyes grew heavy-lidded as he thrust into her fist. He slid his hand between Jacob’s chest and hers to cup her breast, tugging, pinching and twisting her nipple. He had an amazing way of delivering pain and pleasure in equal measures. It was his biting and sucking of her breasts as much as Jacob licking her clit that had brought her to climax.

  Now Akila felt that tension mounting again—not the immediate visceral pleasure of clitoral orgasm but something growing deeper inside her. With every thrust of Jacob’s cock the sensation grew. The slap of his belly against hers, his soft grunts as he flexed and pushed, his grimace of effort all combined to drive her closer to the edge. Her arms were full of Jacob. Her legs wrapped around his muscled thighs and her heart was full of the desire to take every bit of him into her.

  And then there was Valarian’s presence right beside them like some dark guardian angel. As she massaged his cock, his breathing grew ragged and he muttered foreign words. Expressions of love, dirty suggestions or a list of things he needed to do—it didn’t matter what he was saying. She was turned on by his exotic incantations. He bent his head and kissed her shoulder, his breath tickling her neck
and his fingers hurting her nipples in a really good way.

  Akila murmured her own words of encouragement, “oh yeah” and “fuck me” and “harder”, spurring Jacob. He plowed into her, faster now and harder, hitting a spot inside that brought her to the very brink but not quite over the edge. Then he froze, his hips and buttocks as hard as iron they were so tightly clenched, and his seed released deep inside her. One wordless cry signaled his orgasm; otherwise he was silent and contained. So Jacob.

  He collapsed on top of her—spent. Valarian dragged his hand from between them and shoved Jacob in the shoulder. His chest still heaving, Jacob reluctantly rolled off her, making way for his master.

  Akila was so close to coming, her body primed and waiting for the last few strokes to take her over the edge. She reached for Valarian, accepted him into her with pleasure. His body felt different, smelled different than Jacob’s. She ran her hands down his back, exploring the texture of his skin and feeling the curve of his ass. These were the same angles and planes—a man was a man, after all—but his weight and the way his body felt in her embrace was unique.

  She tilted her hips and wrapped her ankles around the small of his back as he entered her, striving to feel his cock hitting that sweet spot Jacob’s had found. Only a little more stimulation would take her where she needed to be.

  And there it was! She cried out as Valarian slid deep and fast, slamming like a battering ram against her womb.

  “Oh God,” she groaned, tears welling in her eyes at the intensity of the sensation. Jacob’s hand stroked her cheek, reminding her of his presence.

  Akila glanced back and forth between the two men’s faces—so different and both focused on her with passionate intensity. The ice-blue of Jacob’s eyes tended to give an impression of cool remove, but she now knew the warmth of the man underneath, a loving soul who’d been damaged by the horrors of war. Valarian’s predatory gaze reminded her of the hunter, the killer he freely admitted he’d once been. She saw how he continued to struggle, fighting his harsh nature to become a better man. And all of a sudden a rush of emotion swept through her for both of them. It was all wrapped up with her looming climax and burst through her at almost the same moment, the ecstasy in her body mingling with deep affection for her two lovers.

  Akila moaned and thrashed as she came, bottle rockets and cannons shooting off inside her. She held tight to Valarian’s back, feeling the muscles bunch as he thrust into her. Her other hand clung to Jacob’s, completing the union of three. And when the last of the fireworks popped and fizzled, she opened her eyes and gazed into Jacob’s face. Valarian’s face was buried in her neck and he was swearing in harsh, guttural bursts as he thrust inside her several more times before stopping. His cock pulsed inside her and Akila clenched her inner muscles around it in an intimate embrace.

  She felt drained, her body trembling in the aftermath of two powerful climaxes. And she felt changed. In less than two days, her perspective on the world and her place in it had shifted drastically. After this experience, she would never be the same. The three-way sex was the least of it. Her connection to these two men, the affinity she felt for them both separately and as a pair was beyond anything she’d ever felt for a man before.

  And she, Akila, was no longer just an average, post-graduate, unemployed young woman searching for something to do with herself and wondering about the meaning of life. She was the daughter of a god intimately bonded to the son of a self-made king, ready to do battle against the forces of evil that threatened the world.

  “Well,” she said, when she could breathe again. “That was worth coming here for. Now what?”

  Valarian’s heart pounded and the blood rushed through his veins. As he had climaxed, he’d battled the desire to sink his fangs into Akila’s neck, so close to his mouth and smelling so delicious. But he wouldn’t bite her until she asked him to, and this wasn’t the time to introduce that element. Enough for now to juggle the precarious triangle of three people in one bed. They’d managed very well so far. With Akila in the mix, Valarian felt his deteriorating connection with Jacob had been somewhat repaired. He loved his thrall and depended on him for far more than running errands. Though not equal partners, they were bonded on an elemental level. Valarian needed the companionship, the brotherhood, the sense of family Jacob provided.

  Valarian had known when he brought Akila here that her presence might increase the growing distance between them. He knew Jacob wanted a life he could not have while serving Valarian, a more traditional kind of family unit that Jacob thought was lost to him forever. Valarian hoped that instead of being a wedge, Akila could be the cement sealing the breaches in their foundation and making it stronger. With her and the child she would provide, perhaps they could create their own unique sort of family. So for him this wasn’t just about the sex, although that had been very pleasurable.

  He moved off Akila, stretching out beside her and facing Jacob across her body.

  “Now it’s time for lunch,” he answered Akila’s question. “You must be hungry.”

  “I am,” she replied. “But I was talking about the bigger picture.”

  He rose from the bed. “Sometimes it’s good not to think beyond the next meal. Let the bigger picture resolve in its own time.”

  She and Jacob both looked up, brown eyes and blue regarding him. They made a handsome couple; Akila’s tan skin complemented Jacob’s fairness. Valarian smiled down at them. “Rest. I’ll bring you something.”

  He closed the door on the pretty picture of post-coital bliss they made and padded naked to the kitchen—his domain and the one room in which he’d overseen the design down to the smallest detail. Jacob had an eye for color and shape and Valarian had given him free rein to work with the contractor on the rest of the house, which had turned out beautifully. But he’d wanted to make certain the kitchen was his. Cooking might seem an odd hobby for a man who subsisted primarily on blood, but the culinary arts had become almost an obsession with him over the years.

  Valarian knew when it had begun—with Oxanna. She’d taught him to slake his appetite on more than blood. She’d enticed him to enjoy human food again and tutored him in the art of making love rather than merely fucking. His precious jewel had brought him to life for the first time. He’d certainly had no appreciation for the simple yet important pleasures of life when he was human and rampaging his way through remote mountain villages. Nor had he developed a taste as a vampire when he’d bashed his way across Asia and Europe with his sire.

  Not until Oxanna had his true life begun. And when she’d been stolen from him and burned alive by superstitious rabble who called her a witch, he could have easily reverted to his vicious ways. The idea of retribution, of tearing out the throats of every man, woman and child who’d been a witness to her death had been seductive. But her sweet voice had sounded in his head like a low gong reverberating, as real as if she stood beside him. She’d counseled love, forgiveness and taking joy from life rather than inflicting horror and destruction.

  Valarian had fought hard against his nature at that pivotal moment and in the end had walked away, leaving the villagers intact. From then on, he’d begun his campaign of self-improvement, always striving to be the man Oxanna had believed him to be. At first he did it in her memory, but eventually the generous acts and charitable foundations had come to mean something to him. He’d always desired an empire and so he built a financial one that benefited others more than himself. It was liberating.

  He pushed aside the swell of melancholy that always accompanied memories of Oxanna, like the phantom pain of a long-since-severed limb, and concentrated on setting up a lunch tray for Akila and Jacob.

  “Can I help?” Jacob’s voice came from the doorway.

  Valarian glanced at his thrall’s chiseled body and the snug briefs that sat low on his hips, offering a tempting suggestion of what lay beneath. Even though he’d just come, the sight of that hard body stirred his cock. His attraction for Jacob was a completely differ
ent sort than what he felt when looking at Akila’s feminine curves. The push and pull of master and slave was tangled with desire, dependency, companionship and a bond beyond defining.

  “You can clean and cut carrots,” he answered. He didn’t trust Jacob with more of a task than that. The man could manage to burn toast when all he had to do was push down a lever.

  He noticed Jacob’s gaze traveling swiftly and hungrily over his body too, before Jacob went to the fridge to take vegetables from the drawer. “I still don’t understand why you don’t buy those bags of little carrots. They’re so convenient.”

  “Convenient doesn’t taste better.” Valarian spread pâté on crackers and added a sprig of cilantro to garnish each. He studied Jacob’s profile as he set to work preparing the crudités. “Are you all right?”

  Jacob looked at him. “Does it matter?”

  “You know it does. I want you to be happy.”

  “No. You want things your own way. Now you’ve had Akila too. Are you happy?”

  “Tell me you didn’t enjoy that. I know you did, and she and I both did. It was fantastic all around. We could be good together, all three of us. Where’s the problem with that?”

  The snap of the knife against the cutting board filled the kitchen for several moments before Jacob finally answered. “The problem is you never discuss anything with me. You make a decision and I follow your orders. You’re the master. I’m your thrall. That’s all we will ever be. I live to serve you.”

  Somehow Jacob managed to sound like he both despised the situation and hungered for it. The aching longing in his voice lit a match to an answering longing in Valarian. Suddenly he wanted nothing more than to push Jacob down onto his knees right there in the kitchen and feed him his cock.