by Aubrey Ross
The feather-light stroke made Sophie whimper and immediately long for more.
“Does that feel good, Sophie? Do you want our mate to make you come?”
“Yes. Oh, please.”
“Yes, sir,” he corrected.
“Yes, sir. Please tell our mate to make me come.”
“Hold her open with your thumbs and suck on her clit. Take your time, but don’t let her come.”
She closed her eyes and braced for the sweet torture he described. Not only her lust, but their desire rolled through her mind. Teladorian relaxed into his role, enjoying the freedom of surrender. She savored the silken play of his tongue, knowing the sensations wouldn’t be allowed to crest.
Azariel bent to her breasts, suckling her nipples, adding another layer of stimulation to her arousal. She braced her hands behind her and rocked against Teladorian’s mouth.
An orgasm built within her, rushing toward the surface with frightening speed. Teladorian lifted his head and smiled into her eyes. She moaned as the tension receded, leaving only an empty ache.
“Up you go.” Azariel pulled Sophie off the bed and motioned Teladorian toward it. “Stay on the floor, but rest your back against the side of the bed.” Once Teladorian had moved into position, Azariel positioned Sophie. He moved her feet to either side of Teladorian’s hips and guided her forward until her pussy was pressed against Teladorian’s face and her arms rested on the bed. “Now, suck on her clit, while I enjoy her ass. I don’t think either of us could keep her from coming this time, so don’t bother trying.”
She was about to object, when Teladorian latched on to her clit, and she realized Azariel was right. Her body was primed and ready to go. No force on earth would hold back her orgasm this time.
Teladorian gently sucked while Azariel licked and nibbled. She felt her ass cheeks pulled apart, but couldn’t tell who held her open. Azariel traced the crease between her cheeks, boldly stroking over her anus. Fingers pushed into her pussy, but she still couldn’t tell who was touching her where.
The fingers in her pussy began to slide, while Azariel forced the tip of his tongue into her sensitive rear passage. Hot sensations spiraled up her inner walls and blossomed in her belly.
Lick, lick, thrust, Azariel fucked her ass with his tongue. It was raw and rude and unbelievably arousing.
Go on, baby. Come for us. We know you love this. Azariel’s deep voice sounded in her mind and her body willingly obeyed. She shook violently as her muscles contracted in deep, rhythmic spasms.
Azariel shot to his feet and pulled her away from Teladorian. “Bend over the bed.” She assumed the position as soon as Teladorian moved out of her way. “Now conjure lube and work your cock into her ass,” he directed Teladorian.
Her ass cheeks were parted again and Teladorian positioned himself at her back entrance. Azariel was longer, but Teladorian was thicker. He pushed forward and her anus spread, stretching to accommodate his breadth. Pressure sucked the breath from her lungs, but pleasure rolled in its wake. She clenched the bedcovers and pushed back against him, overwhelmed by the savage fullness.
“That’s good,” Teladorian murmured. “So fucking good.”
He gradually worked his entire length inside her then stopped.
“You know what comes next,” Azariel said.
“You do the same thing to me?”
“Exactly.”
Titillated by what was about to happen, Sophie sank more fully into Teladorian’s mind. Anticipation far outweighed his uncertainty. He trusted Azariel implicitly and knew he would never harm him.
Azariel parted Teladorian’s cheeks and circled his anus with a lube-covered finger. “So tight, yet so ready. Do you willingly submit to me?”
“You’ve certainly waited long enough to claim your prize.” Humor was unmistakable in his tense tone, then tenderness filled his mind and he added, “Fuck me, love. I want your cock inside me.”
Sophie trembled. Her body stretched tight around Teladorian, yet she sensed his body as well. Azariel smoothed lube around and into Teladorian’s tight hole. Desire blazed from him, warming Sophie from the inside out.
“You still with us?” Azariel asked, pausing to stroke her hip.
“Always.”
He shifted his stance slightly and worked the head of his cock into Teladorian’s ass.
Teladorian gasped, his cock jerking inside Sophie. Heat and excitement flowed freely between them. The fullness pushed through Teladorian and into Sophie as Azariel introduced his shaft inch by inch.
Azariel drew back then slowly drove a bit deeper. Teladorian groaned and shuddered. He wrapped his arms around Sophie, drawing strength from her as he submitted body and soul to Azariel.
With his cock lodged deep inside Teladorian, Azariel paused to caress his lovers. His hands stroked sides and rubbed shoulders until Teladorian relaxed enough to mimic his movements. Teladorian caressed Sophie, his hands greedy, yet tender.
They hung suspended in the sensual haze, gathering energy for the coming storm. Azariel pulled back then drove inward, filling Teladorian with one slow stroke. He pulled back again and Teladorian followed, fucking as he was fucked.
Sophie shut her eyes against the pleasure. She was surrounded with and filled by sensations so intense they threatened her sanity. Slow and steady only inflamed their mutual desire. Soon Azariel’s pace sped and Teladorian followed suit. They rocked as one unit, driving the pleasure higher than it had ever gone before.
She threw back her head and cried out as her orgasm ripped through her. Teladorian wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her still while he thrust fast and hard then joined her in completion. Azariel was half a second behind, driving deep as he shot his seed into Teladorian’s warm body.
For a long time they didn’t move. The men held their weight off her without disrupting the union of their bodies.
“If this is punishment,” Teladorian said a few minutes later, “I fully intend to misbehave.”
Azariel laughed and finally found the strength to move. “This is one of many punishments. I can paddle your ass while Sophie sucks your cock.”
“Or I can paddle his ass while you suck his cock,” she proposed.
“Or I can paddle your ass while Azariel licks your pussy,” Teladorian countered, laughter brightening his tone.
“The combinations are endless.” Azariel stretched out his arms and hugged them both. “And I have a feeling we’ll try them all.
Epilogue
Cadin paced in front of Emit, too infuriated for immobility. They had just returned to the Duarte fortress when Cadin materialized in Emit’s favorite form. The buxom blonde seemed particularly inappropriate given Cadin’s mood. “You incompetent fool!” she cried, her voice almost shrill. “They made you look like a terrified puppy and you allowed it.”
“I had no choice,” he snapped, looking around the deserted kitchen to make sure they weren’t overheard. “Teladorian’s spells are --”
“Teladorian is a demon bastard like any other. I could have found another before anyone realized Teladorian’s spells were gone.”
“Why didn’t you tell me that before? I know you were there, watching, plotting. You’re always plotting. I can sense it.” He stalked toward her, suspicion twisting his features.
Excitement stirred within Cadin. Whenever his father’s strength flared to life within Emit it made Cadin horny as hell. It wouldn’t do for Emit to realize just how often he was manipulated or how far Cadin’s plots extended.
“You promised to leave Sophie alone,” she reminded him. “That doesn’t mean you can’t seek revenge elsewhere.”
Emit grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around. Odd sensation stirred within her body, prickly tingles and melting heat. He pushed one hand up under her blouse, roughly cupping her breast.
“Do you want me to fuck you again?” Emit whispered the question in her ear as his fingers tugged on her nipple. “I think you’ve developed a taste for physical pleasures.
I’m not even sure you realize how often you materialize when we’re alone.”
Cadin shivered. Was he right? Had the fleeting pleasures of the flesh lured and intoxicated her? She should disintegrate and prove him wrong, but already her pussy ripened, ready for a good, long fuck. “If you make me come really hard, I’ll tell you what I’m plotting.”
He tugged her pants down and bent her over the counter. “No. If I enjoy this well enough, I might listen to what you have to say.” He thrust into her aching body without further warning. “If not, I’ll banish you to oblivion.”
She grasped the edge of the counter and moaned. His cock felt so good as it pounded into her. She didn’t care if they were seen. Nothing mattered but the thick, hard slide of his flesh inside hers.
Harder and faster he thrust, slamming her knees against the cupboard with each impact. She arched, desperate for the burst of sensation awaiting her at the end of all the grunting.
Suddenly he stopped, his cock lodged deep inside her. “Now tell me what you’re up to and I’ll let you come.”
“No!” She tightened her inner muscles, trying to detonate the sensations herself.
“I’m not as foolish as you thought, Cadin. And I’m aware of a whole lot more than you realize.” He slipped his hand between her thighs and gently tugged on her clit.
She cried out and wiggled wildly. “All right! All right. I’ll tell you, just let me come.”
He continued to pluck on her clit, while he resumed a slow, deep rhythm. She sprawled against the counter, momentarily surrendering to his demands. She could leave him whenever she wanted. She’d survived for decades without these sensations and she could do so again. She? When had she begun to think of herself as one gender or the other?
The pleasure crested and she cried out, shaking with the force of her orgasm. So he wasn’t as useless as she thought. Wasn’t that a good thing?
“Talk.” He held her down, his cock still buried inside her.
“Darius Zoltan has three sons.” She sounded breathless and dazed. “Your father targeted the wrong clan from the beginning. A direct assault makes far more sense.”
“Go on. I’m listening.” He pulled her chest away from the counter and cupped both breasts, his thumbs abrading her nipples.
“All we need to do is show his sons, one by one, that the modern world can be a very dangerous place indeed….”
Book Two: Dangerous
Without warning, Monique finds herself trapped in a secluded castle, prisoner to the most dangerously appealing man she’s ever met. Instead of teaching Anthony how to adjust to modern society, Anthony—with the help of his personal guard—shows her the unbelievable pleasures only attainable in a bygone world.
Chapter One
“Do you know what this is about?”
Anthony Zoltan looked at his personal guard and constant companion. Most of the servants knew better than to question his actions, but four hundred years of faithful service bought Jacob some leeway.
“Father summoned me to his office.” Anthony shrugged. “What more do I need to know?”
Jacob chuckled, looking every bit the highland laird despite his jeans and T-shirt. “Is that a reprimand -- sir?”
The title was added with just enough sarcasm to make Anthony smile. A blood bond might link Jacob Cameron to Zoltan clan, but he was far from subservient. The Camerons were fierce and lethal warriors. Zoltan clan depended on their skill and loyalty and rewarded them with long life and prosperity.
“If it were a reprimand, you’d be on your knees.”
Another throaty chuckle was Jacob’s only reply.
Secluded in the mountains of Montana, the sprawling house was hard to find and even harder to access. Full-blooded descendants of Darius Zoltan could teleport, so transportation was seldom a problem for them. Their servants, however, were faced with steep, four-wheel drive trails whenever they ventured out without one of the Zoltans.
Generators and fresh spring water provided basic creature comforts. Satellite television and Internet access had been added in recent years. Even so, Anthony felt isolation pressing in around him and he wasn’t sure why.
“Are you hungry?” Two hundred years in America had almost smoothed the Highland burr from Jacob’s voice. The remaining lilt suited his rustic good looks so well Anthony never encouraged him to alter the inflection.
“Not particularly.” Anthony glanced at the taller man as they headed down the front stairs. “Why do you ask?”
“You seem restless, is all.” The brawny Scotsman smiled and tossed his wavy brown hair. “Perhaps you’re in need of a good fucking.”
“Are you offering?”
Jacob’s laugh was short and sharp, this time. “You know damn well when and why we fuck. Don’t be gettin’ greedy.” Sudden tension gripped his jaw, accenting his rugged features and emerald gaze.
“I’m greedy by nature, and you hide behind your obligation.” One glance down the tapered length of Jacob’s body confirmed Anthony’s suspicion. “You enjoy our yearly sessions far more than you’re willing to admit. Just thinking about our last night together has you hard and eager for more.”
Saved from a reply by their arrival, Jacob knocked on the door.
“Enter,” Darius called from within the office.
Jacob twisted the handle and pushed the door inward then stepped aside, allowing Anthony to precede him. Anthony swept into the spacious room then felt his steps falter. A woman knelt on the floor in front of his father, head bowed, hands folded neatly in her lap. Her smooth blonde hair hung down in front of her, partially concealing her face.
“I thought you called,” Anthony said. “Should we come back later?”
Darius stood in front of his desk and all the chairs had been pushed out of the way. “Close the door,” he told Jacob then looked at his son. “Carrie is pregnant. She claims the child is mine and I’m inclined to believe her.”
Carrie was one of his father’s blood thralls. A thrall’s sole purpose was to nourish and pleasure their master. The bond was entered into willingly, but much of a thrall’s personality was eroded by the master’s hold over their mind. The deterioration had never bothered Darius. Thralls wore out and he made new ones. That was simply a harsh reality of life.
“Congratulations.” Children sired by an organic vampire were rare. Most relied on transformation to continue their line. Creating blood thralls increased the chances for conception, but organic females were even rarer than children. Darius would do nothing to risk the health of his unborn child or the woman carrying his potential progeny, which meant he needed to replace her. “Who is this?”
“Carrie’s sister.” Darius motioned toward the woman with practiced nonchalance. Only those who knew him best ever discerned the master vampire’s emotions. “Carrie suggested her sister to meet my needs so she can concentrate on producing a healthy child.”
“A wise precaution.” The woman’s head moved just a fraction, causing her hair to swing. Was she frightened or excited by the possibility of becoming a blood thrall? “Does Carrie’s sister have a name?”
“Erin,” Darius replied.
Anthony glanced at Jacob and smiled. The handsome Scot was staring at Erin with obvious interest. Regardless of the bond between them, Jacob Cameron loved women. His father knew he never went anywhere without Jacob, but that didn’t mean Darius intended for the human to participate in the ritual.
He turned his attention back to the woman. His father’s intentions would be made clear soon enough. “How can we be of assistance?”
Rather than answer him directly, Darius moved closer to the kneeling woman. “Erin, what is a thrall’s purpose?”
“To feed and pleasure her master.” Despite her submissive pose, uncertainty trembled through her tone.
Darius tucked her hair behind her ears, revealing her delicate features. She was younger than her sister and pretty in a wholesome, girl-next-door sort of way. “Why do you want to be my thrall?”
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“My sister has known nothing but pleasure and happiness as your thrall. You are a kind and generous master. I would be honored to nourish you.”
Honored? Was it an honor to be the fuck toy of a vampire, to supply them with blood and submit to their every whim? Anthony crossed his arms over his chest and looked at Jacob. The desire to bind the human to him was a temptation from time to time. Their connection was different than master and slave. Jacob’s mind remained intact and his will remained his own. Loyalty seemed more valuable when it was freely given.
“You must ingest my blood and absorb my essence before I feed,” Darius told Erin. “Do you understand what that means?”
She nodded and color crawled up her neck, deepening across her cheeks. “You intend to… fuck me and feed me a small amount of your blood.”
“Correct.” Darius grasped her elbows and pulled her to her feet. “After the bond forms you will know pleasure, but forming the bond can be painful.”
“I understand.”
Darius laughed, the sound dark and sexual. “You know nothing, little lamb. But you will learn.” He motioned the others forward as he said, “Undress for me. I want to see what you’re offering.”
Fear ignited in her clear blue eyes. She looked at Anthony then Jacob, her lips trembling. “Are they going to fuck me too?”
“They are here for you, my sweet. I’m trying to be more conscientious of those who serve me. In the past, I would have forced you to the floor, and fucked you until you accepted my cock and my fangs. That’s how I mastered your sister. I’m trying to be more forward thinking.”
Anthony pressed his lips together, suppressing a smile. Regardless of how it was accomplished, creating a blood thrall was archaic. It would take more than a fascination with the modern world to change his father’s lifelong habits.
Erin kicked off her shoes and unbuttoned her blouse. Jacob slipped the garment off her shoulders, and she lifted her arms free of the sleeves. Darius didn’t object, so Jacob helped her out of her pants as well.
