Brazen Temptation [Temptation, Wyoming 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Zoey Marcel

  “Just relax, Claire. Let us show you what we can do,” Dakarai lulled her.

  Claire felt them willing her body into submission. They seduced her with their touches and overwhelmed her with the slow, gentle rhythm of their erections as they filled and possessed each of her holes. She had never felt so full and helpless in her life. Never felt so safe, so heated, and so wanted and adored before.

  “Claire,” Joaquin groaned as she swiveled her tongue all over his shaft and loved on his thick, juicy cock.

  She couldn’t believe she had them all at once. It was a dream come true. The fact that Joaquin actually participated gave her hope, however small. He still may not trust himself enough to let her stay, but he took the risk of losing control with her enough to let her suck him off, and that was progress in her mind’s eye. She hoped he permitted her to swallow his cum. She wanted to bring him as much pleasure as he would allow her to.

  Nex and Dakarai conquered her slowly at first before dominating her with their speed and strength. The combined noises of lust coming from all four of them were music to her ears. This fed her inner succubus to the hilt, but more importantly it was just plain exhilarating, even heartwarming to be surrounded by her naked men. To be trapped between their bodies and held in their arms while they made love to her.

  She didn’t want this to end. She couldn’t leave them, couldn’t lose this newfound paradise with her three best friends and lovers. They must find a way to make it work. She would think of some way to convince Joaquin that they belonged together, his bloodlust be damned.

  She felt Nex’s dick rubbing against her G-spot and the pressure stimulating it was that much greater with Dakarai’s erection in her rectum, moving and pressing against it, making her vagina that much smaller and tighter. Her hot spot never stood a chance. The pressure escalated the more they pistoned in and out of her.

  Joaquin’s masculine essence leaked all over her tongue and she did her best to balance so she could tickle his balls while she suckled him. The additional touches on his genitals made him crazy and she was pleased she’d thought of it in the mad rush of sexual energy.

  Nex plucked at her breasts while he gasped and thrust up into her. The attention to her titties made her squeal and she felt her pussy gush its approval all over his inserted organ.

  Dakarai’s manly chest and belly swept over her back repeatedly as he tunneled deep inside of her, huffing and puffing with apparent bliss.

  Claire couldn’t believe how hot she felt and how overcome with delight she was. The sensual pressure in her cunt gave way to a scalding heat that simmered inside her and quickly spread to the rest of her body. It soon gave way to a euphoric explosion in her vagina and she felt the hot rush of ecstasy swarm through her body, awakening her senses and touching her on a deep, emotional level that was every bit as powerful and all consuming as it was physically.

  Her cunt quivered around Nex’s penis and milked Dakarai’s cock with everything she had. Spittle trickled down the corners of her mouth as she sucked Joaquin’s erection hard. She lost herself to them in that moment. They possessed her body and soul, and she had never been so happy to surrender everything before.

  The men grunted and cried out at the added tightness her orgasm provided. Within less than a minute they too, found their own releases inside her defeated body. She relished their helpless cries of passion. She accepted the pain Dakarai’s final plunges into her ass brought her, the delicious grinding Nex’s cock made with her sweet spot as he came, and the warm flood of Joaquin’s semen running down her throat. She drank it all in, never wanting to let them go.

  This was her heaven and these were her angels. Granted, the reality of the matter was they were all soulless, except for her, though her demonic nature probably damned her. None of them would ever see the celestial kingdom, but such a truth couldn’t be acknowledged or even lamented in this beautiful, awe-inspiring moment. She had found her paradise and the soul mates who created it for her.

  Joaquin panted and braced himself on her shoulders as his knees wobbled from the magnitude of his abandon. He looked deeply into her eyes and gently touched her cheek. She could see the battle raging in his eyes as he quickly zipped up his jeans and headed out of the bathroom. He wanted her to stay.

  Chapter Ten:

  Bloodlust

  The next day Claire went into the cellar for a jar of applesauce. She sensed a cold presence and got an eerie feeling, but that could have been the chill in the November air. She noticed the reflection of a face on the glass of a pickle jar. It was Rochelle’s face. She screamed lightly and whirled around, but no one stood behind her and when she glanced back at the jar the reflection had vanished.

  “Look under the floor,” a ghostly voice whispered.

  Claire shivered and grabbed the broom. “Who’s there?”

  A box moved across the room to reveal a trapdoor beneath and a flashlight was rolled toward her by some unseen force. She hesitated before timidly flinging the trapdoor open and stepping back.

  “Who are you?”

  “Perhaps you should be asking who your lover is.” The voice was female.

  Claire turned on the flashlight and shined it down into the darkness, gaping when she saw bones lying in a pile. There were a few human skulls and one that looked like it had belonged to some kind of wildcat. She felt a cold, heavy hand on her shoulder and gasped, spinning around to see Dakarai standing behind her.

  “What are you doing?” he asked her, eyes shimmering with concern at her discovery.

  “I just came down here to get some applesauce.” Would he throw her down there with the bones to ensure her eternal silence? She flinched when he stepped toward the trapdoor and kicked it closed with his foot, moving the box back over it.

  “The applesauce is on the shelf over there, not underneath the floor.”

  She nodded shakily and walked over to the shelf to retrieve it, glancing behind her nervously for any signs that he would attack her. “I’m going to the grocery store in a little bit. Would you like me to bring back anything?”

  She tried to remain calm, but her grocery-store plan was just an excuse to get away from them and flee like a bat out of hell. She nearly screamed when she felt his hand rest on her shoulder, fingers brushing the side of her neck. He could break it if he wanted to. She quickly turned to face him, hoping he wouldn’t have it in him to kill her when she was looking into his eyes. Then again, he had no conscience. What was to stop him from doing so without remorse?

  “I’m not going to hurt you, Claire,” he said quietly.

  Oh dear god! Wasn’t that what every criminal said to their victims to trick them into cooperating before they killed them? “Why would you?”

  “I know what you saw down there.”

  She swallowed, shuddering at how big and powerful his hands were and wishing he would get them off her shoulders. Just an inch or so over and they would be around her neck, strangling her. “Skeletons for Halloween decorations. They look good.”

  “Claire,” he said seriously, “I don’t want you to be afraid of me.”

  “Who were they?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Well, how did they get down there?”

  “It is not my place to say.”

  “If you expect me not to fear you, then you have to be honest with me.”

  He heaved a gentle sigh. “Have you ever been to Africa?”

  “No. What does—”

  “Then if you have ever seen a nature program about lions, you know that in order to preserve such a magnificent beast, another animal must give its life so the predator might live.”

  She shivered, whether from the cold or the harsh implication in Dakarai’s words, she wasn’t sure. “Joaquin?”

  His silence only confirmed her suspicions.

  She marched up the cellar steps and back into the club in search of her evil Dom. She found him in the kitchen with a sharpening steel in one hand and a large kitchen knife in the other. It
had been her intent to slap him in the face, but after seeing him deftly wielding the blade across the steel like a pro, she recanted her decision. There was something decidedly masculine about seeing a buff, sexy man honing a knife like a fearless warrior, whilst the sound of metal scraping against metal reminded her somewhat of fencing.

  His black T-shirt was baggy in the torso but hugged his sculpted arms nicely. His khaki-green carpenter pants and brown hiking boots only added to his hotness.

  “Why so troubled?” Joaquin asked her with a smile, only lifting his eyes briefly before refocusing on his work.

  “I saw those bones beneath the cellar floor.”

  He paused for a moment, eyes darkening with knowledge, though he kept them from her and started up with his task again. “And you want to know how they got there?”

  “Yes.”

  “One word, vampire.”

  She suspected as much, but his answer was unacceptable to her. “Two words, you’re despicable.”

  “Watch your tone, slave.”

  “How could you?”

  “I’m a vampire. I drink blood, and unless I turn all of my victims into vampires and let them destroy humanity or let them go after I have a taste so they can blow my cover, finishing what I started is the only other alternative.”

  “You could feed on animal blood instead.”

  “It’s not the same. The taste is all right but not nearly as good as human blood. I function better on it. Besides, if I killed a cute, little rabbit, you’d complain about the cruelty in that.”

  “Then get some cow’s blood or pig’s blood from the butcher.”

  “Again, the taste is inferior to what I’m used to, and don’t you think the butcher would be on to me if I asked for blood on a regular basis? If anyone knew I was undead, I would be run out of town and so would Dakarai and you.”

  Her eyes narrowed. “I’m not like you.”

  The knife made a loud clashing noise as Joaquin stopped what he was doing and looked over at her with cold, vindictive eyes. “You’re just like us.”

  “I may be part demon, but at least I have a soul.”

  “And yet in spite of that you too, have blood on your hands.”

  That pissed her off as much as it hurt her. Damn him for being right. “But at least I’m sorry for what I did.”

  “‘I’m sorry’ doesn’t mean shit when you’ve taken a life. If the roles were reversed, I would feel remorse too, if I actually had a conscience, and if you didn’t you would be just like me, doing whatever you wanted to without the inconvenience of shame to stand in your way.”

  “You can’t do this. You’re better than this. I know you are.”

  He tossed the knife and steel down onto the table and turned to face her, expression littered with aggravation. “I’m a fucking vampire, Claire. If you can’t accept that, then get out.”

  His raised voice startled her and his dismissal depressed her. She didn’t want to leave him. She wanted him to change. “There has to be a better way.”

  “There is no other way. I drink blood to survive just like predators in the wild hunt prey and people kill animals for meat and you use sex and the souls of others to sustain you. How are your needs any different from mine?”

  He had her there. “You could feed on me.”

  He glared at her, turning her blood to ice. “I would kill you. Your blood smells and tastes better than anything I’ve ever tried. I never thought less of you when you told me you killed someone while feeding off their soul, nor have I ever frowned upon your promiscuity. I have accepted you exactly as you are—a demon with a soul. Is it too much to ask that you accept me in return?”

  “So you aren’t willing to even try blood from the butcher?”

  He folded his arms, looking irritated. “Are you willing to give up sex and soul feeding?”

  Her jaw dropped. “But I would get weak and my life would suck without those things.”

  “Same here, or do you not care if I’m miserable? I’ll give your butcher idea a go if you agree to give up sex, soul feeding and masturbation for as long as I’m on this inferior diet. If you can do that for the rest of your life, then I’ll agree to do this.”

  The rest of her life without sex? Was he insane? Of course she was basically asking him to give up his sustenance and whatever pleasure he got from blood drinking. She supposed it was a fair trade, though it sounded like a crappy deal to her. “It’s not fair that you at least get a substitute and I must abstain from any sort of release.”

  “Very well, then. I won’t drink any blood, period and you don’t get any sex. Both of us will survive, I dare say, but as to maintaining our strength and sanity through this, well, that isn’t likely.”

  “Can I at least think about sex?”

  He gave her an evil smile. “By all means. You can think about all the sex you want. You can even read smutty little books to whet your appetite, but you can’t touch yourself or play with anyone.”

  She wanted to hit him for looking so smug and delighted that she would have to suffer through their deal. At the same time she wanted to get naked with him. He looked too damned good standing there with strong, folded arms, mocking her.

  He extended his manly hand to her. “Do we have a deal?”

  Claire shook his hand, determined to prove him wrong and show him that she had more self-control than him when it came to her natural urges. It moved and annoyed her when his thumb caressed the top of her hand as if trying to entice her with his charms. She must be strong. She would show him.

  * * * *

  The next three days were pure torture for Claire, and she supposed they must be for Joaquin as well, though he offered no verbal complaints to indicate his level of suffering. His eyes were black a good deal of the time and she figured blood had to be his dominating thought at the moment.

  She thought of sex constantly. At first she tried not to entertain racy thoughts so as to make her abstinence easier to bear, but alas that didn’t last very long and she was plagued incessantly with lewd yearnings. To make matters worse, that asshole Joaquin would frequently try to trip her up. He watched her work with a lecherous gaze and grabbed his groin just enough to make her want him before he left the room.

  Dakarai and Nex must have been in on it too, since they just happened to be naked and even more sexually aggressive than normal. Dakarai would come up behind her, pinning her up against the bar so she could feel his hard-on through his pants while he reached for a bottle of something before walking off, leaving her insane with lust.

  Nex lay on his bed naked while masturbating when she walked in to give him his clean laundry. Contest or not, she nearly assaulted him on the spot, but pride came to the rescue and she just barely resisted by closing the door and walking away.

  Joaquin walked out of the shower with just a towel on and it magically fell from his waist, revealing his strapping nudity to her. She wanted to kill him. She wanted to fuck him and kill him.

  He made her sleep in the cage while he and Dakarai made love in their bed in front of her. She fought everything inside of her not to shove her hand down her pajama pants and touch herself. Her cunt was saturated with nectar over the provocative show they put on for her. She wanted to skim her fingers through her cream, taste it and smell it. Anything to relieve the confounded ache. They had taught her how to masturbate during her stay with them, but to be forbidden to touch herself now was driving her insane.

  Watching used to be enough before, but now she craved sex like a drug. Voyeurism still fed her to a certain degree, but it was a teasing snack compared to the feast of intercourse.

  On the third day Claire couldn’t take it anymore, but she had too much pride to admit defeat to the smugly obnoxious Joaquin, so instead she crept into the kitchen and went into the refrigerator. They were probably keeping close tabs on the sex toys and other sexual paraphernalia to see if she would trip up and use them to gratify herself. Ah, but they weren’t guarding the produce. She pulled out a
cucumber from the vegetable bin—perfect. She washed the green, natural phallus well, patted it dry and then played with her vagina, teasing it into a state of relaxation so the veggie would fit properly. Certainly this pickle ancestor was no man’s dick, but it had a nice shape and smooth texture to it that would more than suffice in her present state of desperation.

  She looked around nervously, pleased to still find herself alone in the kitchen. She was feeling pretty drained from several days of celibacy, so perhaps she should indulge in an especially carnal fantasy. She washed a tomato and a carrot and grabbed the vat of olive oil. Still finding no one about, she lubricated both lower holes with the olive oil and slid the carrot partially up her ass slowly. That was Joaquin back there. Only he would be much thicker.

  She eased the cucumber into her cunt gradually but had to tease her clit a bit to moisten up some more. She moaned once she got it inside. Dakarai filled her completely.

  Next she wrapped her lips around the big, beefy tomato. She would suck on them—on Nex’s balls—a bit before taking his cock into her mouth and nibbling on his private flesh until he burst his tantalizing juices into her mouth.

  Claire left her top on in case someone came, but she had her pants down around her ankles as she fucked the veggies gently in and out of her cunt and bottom. No, her men fucked her. Joaquin dominated her ass while Dakarai plundered her pussy and she loved on Nex’s genitals with her mouth. She closed her eyes, letting her fantasy materialize. This was the stuff. She would be strengthened just enough to get by and win this competition. After all, how much longer could Joaquin comfortably go without drinking blood?

  A trickle of tomato juice seeped from a tiny slit in the tomato. Nex was getting close. She sucked him more fervently while Dakarai, the cucumber and Joaquin, the carrot thrust manically into her orifices. They pushed her forward so she was bent over the table while they ravaged her. She was helpless in their clutches. Her ecstatic moan at their tremendous power over her must have driven Nex crazy. She could taste his juices more strongly now. Any moment and he would burst. With one naughty bite she broke his control and he exploded sweet and tangy into her mouth. God, he was delicious. Beefsteak variety, perhaps?