by Aubrey Ross
“I won’t be your prisoner, and I’m not sure I want to be… what you want me to be.”
Her gaze softened, indignation subsiding as awareness arced between them. She wasn’t immune to him. He just needed to soften his approach. His fingers clutched the fabric of his cloak as his cock swelled to life again. Conquest was so much easier than seduction!
“Say it, Monique. What do I want from you?”
“You think I’m your mate.”
Finally. The words were spoken. Now they could move on together. “What do you think?”
“I think we’re not having this conversation until you remove this collar.”
He hesitated. The night sky beckoned. This was a test. Either he trusted her or he didn’t, but her captivity ended now. If she flew away, he’d find her. And he’d likely enjoy the hunt. Still, his hands trembled as he triggered the lock and slipped the collar from around her throat.
She sighed and rubbed her neck. “That’s better.” Raising her face to the sky, she closed her eyes and smiled. “It would serve you right if I took off.”
“But you won’t?” He infused his tone with hope and waited until she opened her eyes. “We are instinctual beings, Monique. What do you feel for me?”
“I won’t pretend I’m not attracted to you, but a soul bonding is permanent. I’m not sure I want a permanent relationship with anyone.”
He pulled her against his chest and guided her face toward the side of his neck. “There is one way to be sure.” Her lips pressed against his skin and her tongue swirled. She wrapped her arms around his back and teased his chest with her nipples. Do it, he echoed her earlier cry. I want your bite just as badly as you wanted mine.
With sudden violence she drove her fangs into his neck. Her arms tightened and her body shook with unmistakable shudders. The first taste of her blood had rocketed him into climax and he’d suspected his blood would have the same effect on her. She rubbed against him, grinding and pumping, while her fingers tangled in his hair.
I want to link our minds, he told her. Not our souls, just our minds. Will you accept the bond?
Yes. I want to know you as you know me.
Her mind opened before him, complex and shrewd. He was intrigued by the facets of her personality she kept concealed; he sensed wisdom rare in someone so young.
Don’t be shy, he urged. Flow through me.
She left her fangs in his neck, but she was no longer feeding. Her being surged across their link and he welcomed her with warmth and tenderness. Her awe was humbling, but it only lasted a moment.
I had no idea you were so old. Her laugh assured him she was countering his initial response to her lack of years.
He grabbed her hips and rubbed his erection against her belly. Do you feel what you do to this old man?
I’d like to feel it inside me. I need you there -- now!
The cloak swirled away from their naked bodies as he spun around and leaned against a low section of the crenellated wall. The thick material protected his ass from the coarse stones. He lifted her and she bent her knees, resting her shins on either side of his hips.
She reached between them and guided his cock to her entrance. He steadied her hips, but let her do the rest. Her head dropped back, face offered to the moonlight as she sank onto his rock hard shaft.
“Yes!” she moaned. “So damn good.”
Her sheath was snug and hot, grasping him firmly as she started to move. He watched her face, mesmerized by the beauty of her uninhibited passion. Her breasts swayed, the tips puckered and hard.
He slipped his hand between their bodies and rubbed her clit. Her pleasure built, her urgency fueling his. Feeling how much she wanted him accelerated his arousal and intensified his need to dominate.
Carefully wrapping the cloak around her, he turned and set her on the ledge. He dissolved the clasp at the base of his throat and created slack in the material. She lifted one leg free and placed her foot on his shoulder.
Lifting her hips into each thrust, he watched her body swallow his cock. She was hot and wet and --
“Stop!” She shoved against his chest, her eyes wide with alarm.
“What’s wrong?” He forced the words out through gritted teeth.
Someone’s here. I can feel them.
Trusting her instincts, he poured energy into the metaphysical shield protecting them; then he opened his mind to their surroundings. Jacob is the only person nearby. Are you sure we’re being watched? Can you still sense them?
She was silent as she scanned. I didn’t imagine it. Someone, or something, was there.
He drew nearly out of her then drove in, allowing her to feel the full length of his erection. Do you want to stop?
She braced her hands behind her and canted her hips. No. I don’t mind an audience as long as they only want to watch.
Resuming the strong, steady rhythm they found so pleasurable, Anthony leaned in and kissed her. You’re not used to another person sharing your mind. Is it possible your instincts were sensing me?
I don’t know. I can’t sense it now. Just fuck me.
He nipped her bottom lip and drove deeper. I’ll never argue with that suggestion.
* * *
Cadin watched the naked couple from the veil insulating their dimension. How had the female sensed her presence? She must be weaker than she thought, or the female was stronger. Venturing this far from her anchor was dangerous, but she’d had no other choice. Emit was determined to learn where Anthony had gone, and now Cadin knew.
She’d melded with Darius long enough to glean the most probable places for his son to hide. This isolated castle had been the third location she’d tried.
Easing closer to the edge of the veil, she watched the impassioned lovers. A cloak bunched around Anthony’s hips, concealing his tight ass as he rammed into Monique. They seemed good and distracted and Cadin needed energy.
She slipped from the veil and melded with the man, careful to avoid contact with the female. His being smoldered and surged, powerful and demanding. He was truly his father’s son. Cadin still tingled from her brief contact with Darius.
Anthony spread Monique’s legs even wider, allowing his cock to fill her completely with each forceful thrust. Even in full rut he was careful with her, far too careful for Cadin’s liking.
She searched his mind, stimulating the darkest, most primitive elements of his psyche. Possessive lust blasted through him and Cadin absorbed the primal rush.
Fuck her ass. Force her to submit to your desire.
Anthony snarled and shook his head, trying to dispel the insidious urges.
Cadin spiked his hunger and feasted on the resulting conflict. Lust twisted through him, demanding and savage. He pulled out suddenly, dragging a frustrated cry from his lover.
Draping her legs over his shoulders, he buried his face between her thighs. Her shoulders rested on the ledge now, her pale body arching toward his face. She grasped his hair and rocked into the brazen kiss, her cries of pleasure drifting on the cool night air.
Cadin tried again, determined to create more conflict to soothe her ravaged being. Bite her. Feed from that luscious cunt.
He carefully nicked Monique’s delicate folds and the female yelped. Blood mixed with her cream and the faint taste of cum. He’d already fucked her once, Cadin realized. They’d been busy since leaving the nightclub.
Bite her harder. Tear her open. Paint yourself in her blood!
With shocking strength, Anthon
y fought back the compulsion and continued licking instead. Fine! So he wouldn’t hurt her. There were other ways to create chaos. She returned to her original strategy, forcing a vivid image into Anthony’s mind.
His groan was muffled against Monique’s pussy. He lifted his face and looked into her eyes. “I want… I need all of you.”
The bitch smiled. “Just make sure you’re good and wet.”
He pushed back into her cunt, lubricating his cock with her copious juices, then th
ey repositioned in a flurry of movement. Monique braced her forearms on the ledge and pushed to the balls of her feet, ready -- no, eager for all he had to give her.
Cadin cursed. Monique wasn’t supposed to like it! She was supposed to resist and struggle so Anthony would force her.
Pausing with his cock head pressed against her anus, he conjured even more lubricant. He held her cheeks apart and slowly worked the broad tip into her tight rear passage.
His desire scalded Cadin. This was almost as good as conflict. His emotions were intense and convoluted. He kept her hips tilted as he drove deeper and deeper. Monique shivered, shifting her feet so she could drive back onto his massive cock.
It was savage and brutal, but they loved it! This was so damn confusing. Cadin watched his thick shaft reemerge from her body. Fuck, he was big. The urge to solidify was nearly overwhelming. She pulled back from their seething emotions without leaving Anthony’s mind.
“Faster,” Monique whispered. “That feels so incredibly good.” He obliged her, cramming his meaty pole deep into her ass.
Cadin drifted toward the link, needing to experience this debauchery from Monique’s perspective. Reason heaved through the pleasure. Monique had some odd sensitivity. Cadin couldn’t risk discovery. She would have to wait until she returned to Emit and incite his lust. Disappointment rolled through her. That clumsy fool would never be able to create these sensations.
Needing the final intimacy, Anthony bit into Monique’s shoulder as he pressed his wrist against her mouth. Their fangs locked into flesh as his hips continued to rock. Pleasure built within him, surging into Monique as forcefully as his cock penetrated her ass.
Monique’s demand was just as strong. She clutched him with her inner muscles and drew his blood into her mouth. They came together, shocking Cadin with the synchronicity of their release. Each pulse, each burst of sensation was shared, unified.
They were left replete and breathless, but Cadin had never felt so alone.
“That was amazing,” Monique whispered, tenderly licking the wound she’d created on his wrist. “But I haven’t forgotten that you didn’t answer my question.” Carefully separating their bodies, she turned and faced Anthony. “How does Jacob fit into all this?”
Jacob! Cadin had almost forgotten about the other man. Slipping out of Anthony’s mind before the sexual haze cleared entirely, she sped off in search of the human male.”
Chapter Five
Anthony could barely complete a coherent thought. He hadn’t expected to fuck her again so soon, much less claim her ass. He felt dazed, almost hung over.
“Are you all right?”
Wrapping his cloak around their hips, he lifted her to the ledge and stood between her thighs. The cool breeze played across his sweat-dampened chest and shoulders. “I feel… odd.”
She chuckled. “Am I too much for you?”
He shook away the stupor and focused on her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glowing in the moonlight. She had never looked more beautiful. “This wasn’t planned. I’m not sure why I got so carried away.”
“Regrets?” She scooted forward and wrapped her legs around his hips. “I thoroughly enjoyed what we just did. I was a participant, not just a recipient. Where is this guilt coming from?”
“I don’t know.” He released the lingering concern and focused on her. There was no doubt she’d enjoyed it. Her pleasure had blasted across their link with each thrust.
“Tell me about Jacob.” She rested her hands on his shoulders, expectation clear in her eyes.
“Jacob needs a woman in his life. Regardless of how much he cares for me -- and I believe he does care for me -- he will never be fully satisfied with a male lover.”
“What about you?” Her tone was soft, her expression guarded. “Could you be satisfied with Jacob?”
“How can you ask me that after what we just shared? You’re my mate. There can be no doubt. We are meant to be together.”
“But a part of you will always want Jacob too.” It wasn’t a question. Their link clearly revealed his longing.
“I know you’re attracted to him. Why are you still so hesitant?”
She smiled, and speculation entered her gaze. “Despite my behavior since meeting you, I like to think things through before I act. If you’ve always desired Jacob, why have you waited so long to seduce him?”
He sighed. Why was she making him explain? All she had to do was look into his mind. “I can’t do it alone. I don’t want to indulge my lust for a few weeks and then move on. I want a permanent ménage.”
“You said your bond with Jacob is unique. Tell me how you’ve kept him alive without enslaving his mind.”
“Once a year I fuck him and feed him a few drops of my blood. The bond links my mind to his and synchronizes our life cycles. Because the amount of blood is so small, the bond is temporary and must be reestablished.”
“You only fuck him once a year?” She sounded doubtful.
He nodded, weary of words, weary of conflict. He wanted the foundation solidified so they could build a future together. “At first he reluctantly allowed the act because there was no other choice. He’s been more responsive in recent years, but he’s distant and emotionally unapproachable.”
“You’ve attempted to approach him emotionally?” she persisted.
He’d just fucked her ass, how could he find a conversation awkward? He took a deep breath and accepted the inevitable. If he wanted this to work, he would have to communicate, perhaps even compromise. “He’s made his position clear. He wants a female lover.”
“I understand that part.” Her legs flexed, drawing him closer as her fingers played with the back of his hair. “How has his behavior changed? What do you mean by more responsive?”
If she wanted it spelled out, he’d oblige her. He could sense her smoldering desire as well as her curiosity. Not only was this clarifying Jacob’s position, it was turning her on. “The first few times I fucked him, he wanted it over as quickly as possible.”
“And now?”
“Now we kiss and touch before I enter him.”
Her aroused shiver was unmistakable. “Has he ever fucked you?”
“I’ve never required it of him, and I’ve instigated all of our intimacies.”
She narrowed her gaze and focused on his mouth. “Does he always suck you, or have you ever sucked him?”
It was his turn to shiver as memories rolled through his mind. “He generally sucks me, but there have been a few times when we sucked each other.”
“Does he ever come when you fuck him?”
“Of course. I make certain he does.” He framed her face with his hands and smiled. “Do all these questions have a point or are you just imagining us together?”
She smiled and glanced away. “A little of both.”
He kissed the corners of her mouth, soothing his raw nerves with her excitement. “Are you willing to give this a try?”
“He’s proud and reluctant to admit he wants you. It might work best if we give him a role to play, allow him to accept the changes gradually.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“Punish him for abandoning the game. You can whip his ass while I suck his cock; then you can fuck him while he fucks me. We’ll find all sorts of reasons why he must be punished.”
He barely trapped a moan in his throat as he pictured the acts she described. “I love the way you think.”
* * *
Cadin found the human pacing a shadowy bedroom on the second floor of the castle. He was naked and semi-aroused. Didn’t these people own clothing? Not that she was complaining. His body was lean, his muscles well defined. She studied his features with objective interest. He was a handsome devil to be sure. So what was his role in this little drama?
She melded with his mind, absorbing his thoughts and emotions without influencing his train of thought. He was restless and jealous, though he’d never admit to the emotion. Anthony hadn’t told him to rema
in in the bedroom, but the rest of the castle held little appeal.
He wondered what was taking the others so long, then his frown deepened and resentment flared. They were off somewhere fucking. What else would they be doing? He tried to distance himself from the emotions, to think about something else. It was no use.
Monique’s lovely image formed within his mind, and his heart skipped a beat. In keeping with his technophobia, Anthony had ordered Jacob to investigate Monique, to learn all he could before their meeting at Station X. She was the spokesperson for Vasco Enterprises, so it hadn’t taken long for Jacob to compile a detailed dossier. Magazine articles and television interviews had revealed her intelligence and poise. Still, nothing had prepared Jacob for the magnetic attraction that struck when he saw her in person for the first time.
Jacob wanted her, badly, and Anthony knew it. Jacob’s frustration spiked and his pacing sped. How could he possibly compete with Anthony? Why would she consider him anything other than a servant or, worse yet, a fuck toy?
Amused by his insecurity, Cadin fueled his doubt. She altered Monique’s image in his mind, stripping her naked and setting her in motion. Monique walked up to Anthony as he sat on a dining room chair. She pressed her breasts against his face and encouraged him to suckle. Anthony’s hands moved freely over her pale skin, stroking her back and squeezing her ass.
Trapped within the fantasy, Jacob’s cock swelled and thickened. He shook his head, trying to dispel the image. Cadin floated through his mind, thrilled by the ease with which she controlled him. Humans were more fun, yet less rewarding, than vampires. Their energy wasn’t nearly as concentrated as mystical beings.
Cadin directed the fantasy, using his emotions to guide her alterations. Monique crawled onto Anthony’s lap, straddling his thighs as she impaled herself on his cock. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts toward Anthony’s hungry mouth while she bounced up and down.
With a sudden blast of stubbornness, Jacob forced the image away, so Cadin produced another. The couple lay on a bed pleasuring each other with their mouths. Monique’s head bobbed while Anthony thrust his tongue into her juicy cunt.
