by Aubrey Ross
“For what?” She raised her head as far as her position allowed.
“You abandoned the game.”
“I did not! Jacob --”
“Jacob’s behavior was no better than yours, but I asked you specifically if we were still playing and you told me no.” Her lips compressed into a mutinous line and she averted her gaze. “Do you deny the exchange?”
“No.” She relented with obvious reluctance then awkwardly turned her head the other direction, offering him the back of her head. Oh gods, she would be fun to tame. His cock twitched and his balls tingled as he imagined the hours ahead.
Fetch a butt plug and my velvet whip.
Jacob was absently licking his lips, his gaze focused on her luscious cunt. He seemed to give himself a mental shake before he nodded and moved toward the dresser.
Anthony walked around the bed, admiring his feisty mate from every angle. She was female perfection, lushly curved and wildly responsive. Possessive lust surged through him. He couldn’t wait to taste her cream and mingle her blood with his, but the last part would have to wait. She had to accept him as her lover before she would accept him as mate.
Rather than hand the requested items to Anthony, Jacob set them on the bed near one of Monique’s bound ankles. Anthony moved to the foot of the bed and ran his hand up the back of her thigh. He gave the delightful curve of her ass a firm squeeze as his gaze focused on his target. He even found her delicately rippled and rosy asshole beautiful. He shook his head with a helpless smile. Was it like this every time a vampire found their true mate? And more importantly, was she feeling this too?
If he probed her mind deeply enough to find the answer, she was sure to sense his scan. She hadn’t invited a mental link, so he’d have to trust his instincts and his senses.
“This is not part of your punishment, though it might make your punishment more intense.” He traced the valley between her cheeks, enjoying the warmth of her satiny skin. She tensed for an instant, her muscles flexing. “Relax. This part won’t hurt.”
“Very funny.” She squirmed anew, trying to see what he intended. “None of this better hurt or --”
“Or what?” He slid his fingers lower, skimming her vaginal opening on his way to her clit. “You don’t appear to be in a position for ultimatums.” Her folds were slick and hot, still flushed from Jacob’s kisses. He rolled her clit between his thumb and forefinger. Her struggles abruptly ended and her thighs trembled. “Do you still want to come?”
“You know I do.”
“Then relax and allow your body to respond.” He released her clit and pushed two of his fingers into her feminine core. Her inner walls contracted around him, snug yet soft. Unable to resist the temptation, he slid in and out, driving them both crazy.
Jacob handed him a bottle of lubricant and Anthony smiled. The not so subtle gesture reminded him of his immediate purpose. Slowly dragging his fingers free of her clingy passage, he coated the plug with a generous layer of lube.
“Caress her breasts,” Anthony directed. “It might help her relax.”
Jacob sat on the side of the bed and slipped one hand beneath her. “If this doesn’t please you, lass, just tell me to stop.”
“If it doesn’t please her, find something that does. She needs to become accustomed to your touch.”
Jacob didn’t quite succeed in hiding his annoyance. He stroked her breasts and rubbed her back, focusing entirely on Monique.
Anthony ringed her anus with the toy, spreading the lube as well as stimulating her nerve endings. When her skin shone with the slick gel, he moved the toy aside and teased her with his middle finger. She was a modern woman, as well as a vampire with a healthy appetite. It was unlikely this was her first foray into anal pleasures. Still, he wasn’t taking any chances. He eased his fingertip past the tight muscular collar and she gasped.
“How’s that feel?”
“Like you have your finger up my ass.” Her voice was muffled by the bedding. He couldn’t discern anything but sarcasm, so he slipped back into her mind. Desire and determination rocked back and forth like an emotional teeter-totter. Stubborn to the end. Let her battle her pride. It would make it that much easier for him to sneak beyond her defenses.
He pushed deep then pulled nearly out, repeating the cycle several times before he withdrew completely. Her relieved sigh came a moment too soon. He positioned the butt plug and drove it inward with slow, steady pressure.
“Take it, hellion. Push out against me if you like, but accept it.” She let out a low, throaty groan as her body spread for the widest section of the toy. Then her sphincter contracted around the narrow notch, securing the plug within her body. “Good girl.”
“Don’t call me that. It makes me sound like a dog.”
He chuckled. “I apologize. That was certainly not my intention.”
“If the plug isn’t my punishment, what are you going to do to me?”
Anticipation was part of the fun. It built suspense and ultimately heightened pleasure. “Close your eyes and try to imagine what I see and how it makes me feel.”
He ran both hands up the back of her legs and over the curve of her cheeks. “Your ass is smooth and white, firm yet softly rounded.”
Jacob continued massaging her breasts, but his head was now turned toward Anthony.
Reaching between her thighs, Anthony parted her folds and circled her clit. “I think I need a taste before I begin.” He raised one knee to the bed as he bent to her pussy. Her clit felt swollen and soft against his tongue, her core unbelievably hot. He sucked one of her folds into his mouth, savoring her rich, salty taste. After tongue fucking her for several long moments, he pulled back. “That’s better.”
“Better for whom?” Monique cried. “I still haven’t come.”
He refused to reassure her. She must learn that she could trust him with her pleasure. He would never leave her wanting, but he was in control. Crawling off the foot of the bed, he took up the velvet whip and untangled the braided strands. The whip was perfect for beginners or those with a low pain threshold.
Monique started when he swiped the strands across her ass. They slid against her skin, caressing her with their plush surface.
“What is that? What --” He swung the whip and her second question ended in a startled gasp. The caress awakened her senses for the following slap. Even at its sharpest, the strands created no more than a faint sting, so he used the whip liberally.
He watched the rosy glow spread across her delicate skin. Her ass cheeks were deeply flushed, so he moved to the backs of her thighs. She wiggled and moaned, obviously restless.
With careful precision, he flicked the strands against her pussy. She cried out sharply and lust stabbed into his mind. He hadn’t intentionally left the link open, but the insight was welcome. Her folds were so wet they moistened the velvet strands. Each swing of the whip scented the air with her arousal. She tensed. Her back arched as her orgasm began to crest.
He tossed the whip aside, unable to restrain himself any longer. “Jacob, release her arms and position yourself against the headboard. I want to watch her suck your cock while I fuck her for the first time.”
The graphic directive released a fresh spike of desire through Monique. Anthony commanded them both as if it were his right. Shouldn’t she object? Silent submission was definitely not her style!
Her ass felt hot and tingly, her pussy over sensitized. She wasn’t even sure what he’d used to create the delicious combination. She’d never felt anything like it, soothing softness, then a burst of sensation that fell just short of pain. Over and over until the feelings ran together in an intoxicating blend of pleasure and pain.
Jacob released her hands from the cuffs and tossed them to the floor. She pushed away from the bed, but her ankles were still restrained. Anthony knelt behind her on the bed and wrapped his arm around her waist.
“Isn’t he magnificent?” he whispered in her ear.
Arranging a couple of pillows ag
ainst the headboard, Jacob crawled onto the bed. He sat with his knees bent and his legs spread, leaving plenty of room for her between his thighs. He fisted his cock and looked into her eyes, smiling with silent invitation.
“Go on, love, suck him.”
With a flash of insight, she understood the dynamic between Anthony and Jacob. Anthony not only wanted his guard, but he wanted Jacob to want him, to welcome his advances without hesitation or any form of vampiric coercion.
“Why don’t you suck him, while I suck you?” she whispered in return.
“He’s not ready for that -- yet.” He added the last word with a conspirator’s wink.
More than willing to help Anthony seduce Jacob, Monique lowered her forearms to the bed and moved her torso forward. She supported herself with one arm, leaving her other hand free.
“Mind if I take over?” She covered Jacob’s lazily pumping hand with hers.
“Be my guest.” He moved his hand and let her play.
Anthony traced her crease with his fingertips, waiting until she was situated between Jacob’s legs. She closed her lips around the head of Jacob’s cock and Anthony positioned himself at her entrance. Despite Anthony’s aggression, she was in control. At least for the moment. She lowered her head, taking Jacob deep into her mouth as Anthony drove into her pussy, not stopping until his full length was lodged inside her.
She paused to savor the combination. Jacob’s solid length filled her mouth, and Anthony stretched the walls of her pussy. Combined with the fullness of the butt plug, the sensation was blissful. She drew back slowly, and Anthony followed suit. His cock dragged against her inner muscles, and heat rippled through her sheath. Gods, this felt good!
After only a few slow rotations, Anthony growled in frustration and grasped her hips. “You follow me.” He took her, faster and deeper, until she was no longer able to match his strokes. She used her hand to work Jacob’s shaft, while she sucked on and swirled her tongue around the tapered head.
Her body was primed and ready to explode from all the near climaxes, and Anthony’s balls slapped against her clit at the apex of each thrust. Determined to take Jacob with them, she focused on his sensitive tip, sucking him in and out of her mouth and poking at the tiny hole with the tip of her tongue.
Anthony’s fingers dug into her hips as his cock shuttled in and out. With a ravenous growl, he wrapped one arm around her waist and covered her mound with his other hand. He bent over her, pressing his chest to her back as his hips kept up the frantic rhythm. His fangs scraped over her skin, teasing, warning her how close he was to losing control.
She arched her hips, taking him deeper. He nicked her shoulder, the pain ricocheting through her body, detonating random spasms and fiery bursts. Do it! she cried silently. I need your bite.
Anthony’s finger found her clit as his fangs drove into her shoulder, shattering reality for Monique. She screamed around Jacob’s cock and flashes of light danced before her eyes. The firm suction of Anthony’s mouth prolonged each rippling spasm. She drew back to the tip of Jacob’s cock and echoed the rhythm of Anthony’s mouth, sharing the sensations, synchronizing the climax for the men.
Jacob grabbed her face and thrust deep, shooting his cum down her throat as hoarse cries tore from his mouth. She sucked and licked, eager for each rich drop. Anthony drove in one last time then shuddered against her back. His seed burst forth in hot jets, setting off aftershocks of sensation.
Breathless and tingling, she eased Jacob out of her mouth. He sprawled against the pillows, looking utterly sated. It took Anthony a few minutes longer to rouse. He cleansed the wound on her shoulder with his tongue then slowly pulled out. She fought the urge to draw him back inside her, to continue their exploration and… She wasn’t sure what came next. He carefully removed the butt plug, leaving her feeling empty and alone.
What the hell had she just done? Her shoulder ached and her pussy clenched, already missing his fullness inside her. The afterglow was tainted with an ominous pressure. This hadn’t felt like casual sex. Nothing about this had been casual.
Anthony had guided her every step of the way, showing her the options and revealing his intentions. He didn’t just want to claim her. He wanted both her and Jacob in a permanent ménage. She wasn’t even sure if Jacob realized how much Anthony wanted him. It was all rather… confusing.
“Are you all right?” Anthony pulled her up until they knelt together on the bed, her back pressed against his chest.
“I’m fine.” But she wasn’t and her voice betrayed her anxiety.
Jacob moved forward, lightly supporting her trembling body while Anthony freed her ankles. She couldn’t meet his troubled gaze. His concern only made her more restless. Expectation pressed in around her, making it hard to breathe.
“I need some air.” She scrambled off the bed and hurried across the room. The door was locked and the windows were tightly shuttered. “Take me outside, please. I can’t think in here.”
Without hesitation Anthony wrapped his arms around her and pressed her face against his throat. The floor dissolved beneath her feet and she gasped. The weightless sensation lasted a fraction of a second and then they were standing on the castle’s battlements. The sky arched overhead, like star-studded black velvet. A brisk night wind rippled her hair and made her shiver.
“Here.” Anthony moved in close behind her and wrapped his cloak around her.
“Where did you get the cloak?” She snuggled into the warmth of his body.
“I’ve been conjuring my clothing for centuries, but I’ve never been able to master creating clothes for others. We’ll have to share.”
She inhaled deeply, cleansing her mind of the conflict surrounding them. Maybe if she took one issue at a time, she could work her way through the entire tangle. “Does Jacob know you’re in love with him?”
“I’m not sure I am in love with him, so how can I hope to make him understand?”
Needing to see his expression, she turned within the circle of his arms and intensified her sight. His gaze gleamed in the moonlight, yet his features appeared commanding and stern. “How long has he served you?”
“His family has been aligned with mine for generations. My father saved his grandfather’s life during a raid on the Campbells back in sixteen ninety-three. It was either join forces with the MacNabs, whom the Camerons hated almost as much as the Campbells, or forge an alliance with Zoltan clan. I doubt Fergus Cameron understood what he’d done until long after the bond was formed.”
She looked beyond the stone walls to the undulating landscape and the mountains in the distance. “Are we in Scotland? Is this where you met Jacob?”
He pivoted to the side, taking her with him. “See the shimmer in the distance? That’s Loch Earn. I was born in Italy, but there is something about the Highlands. I feel alive here. This land speaks to me.”
“Wait a minute. Jacob’s grandfather couldn’t have been alive in the sixteen nineties. Humans don’t live that long.”
“They do when they’re bonded with a vampire.”
“Jacob said he’s not an ordinary thrall. How have you prolonged his life?”
He stared at her in apparent confusion. “Does Vasco clan no longer utilize blood bonds?”
His puzzlement seemed genuine, but she couldn’t help wondering if he was simply avoiding her question. “We don’t create thralls if that’s what you mean.” Vasco clan’s wealth and influence made such archaic practices unnecessary, for the most part. Her father still resorted to mental compulsions, however, when monetary motivations failed.
“There are many kinds of blood bonds. My connection to Jacob is different from what I want with you, and our bond will be far different from what my father forms with his thralls.”
She searched his eyes, wishing she’d inherited her mother’s empathy. She wanted to understand the emotions driving his actions, wanted to be sure he wasn’t just entertaining himself at her expense. “What do you want from me, and how does Jacob fi
t into your plan? No more word games, no innuendos, just talk to me.”
Anthony sensed her uncertainty and sighed. Their link wouldn’t be active until she drank from him. “I thought my intentions were pretty clear.” He touched her face, caressing her lower lip with his thumb. “What do you think I want?” Her tongue peeked out, brushing his skin as she wet her lips. The brief contact stirred his slumbering desire and awakened his cock.
“You brought me here to seduce me, and for me to eventually give you a child.”
Her phrasing drew his attention and he tensed. “If I manage to impregnate you, will you give me the child?”
“Not a chance,” she replied with absolute finality.
Anthony breathed a sigh of relief. It was an acceptable practice among organic vampires. After a bonded couple produced their own children, the female sometimes allowed other males to impregnate her. The child was given to the father shortly after birth and became his sole responsibility. Anthony’s brother had a son and a daughter conceived in this manner, but Anthony had always found the practice distasteful.
If Monique had been willing to give up her child, he would have misjudged her basic personality. “I want far more from you than a child.”
“Then you should have found a better way of introducing the concept.” Her voice was firm and her expression stern. She might have responded to him in bed, but his actions had clearly upset her. “Modern females don’t put up with kidnapping and manipulation. I am a vampire, but I’m also a modern woman.”
His dominant nature wouldn’t let him apologize. “I felt this setting better for my education.”
She laughed, the sound not entirely humorous. “You thought this setting would be more fitting for my education, not yours.”
“I’m sorry you were upset by my plan.”
“That’s not an apology.”
The compromise was far more than his father would have offered. “Anything more would be insincere. I don’t regret bringing you here and I certainly don’t regret --”
