by Aubrey Ross
Jacob muttered an oath and fisted the misbehaving organ. He stroked firmly as he surrendered, letting his mind wander. The image morphed without Cadin’s influence and amusement rippled through her being. Jacob insinuated himself into the image, but to Cadin’s mystification he didn’t take Anthony’s place, he displaced Monique. Anthony straddled Jacob’s face, smoothly fucking his mouth while the vampire returned the favor.
So, that’s the way it was. Jacob lusted after his master. Was Anthony aware of Jacob’s infatuation? The image had come a bit too readily for mere fantasy. She searched the human’s memory and found numerous instances from which to draw. They might not be lovers in the conventional sense of the word, but Jacob had been fucked by his master repeatedly.
Intrigued by the new development, Cadin analyzed the human’s emotions. There was no trauma associated with the act, no fear or burning anger, just a faint tinge of shame. Anthony hadn’t forced himself on the human. Something else had compelled Jacob to surrender.
Jacob’s hand pumped faster as the memory progressed. Rather than turning Jacob over and fucking him from behind, Anthony rolled his hips up off the bed and entered him slowly as he stared into the human’s eyes. Jacob moaned, unbearably aroused by the memory.
Precum beaded on the tip of his cock, and Jacob smoothed it around. He passed his thumb over his ultrasensitive head again and again. His emotions strengthened then separated as Cadin took stock of each. Jacob longed for the consuming desire he had only known with Anthony, yet he was afraid of the power his desire gave the vampire.
Cadin wanted to laugh. Jacob was human! He was powerless, regardless of his feelings for his master.
The door opened, and Jacob spun around, releasing his cock with a guilty gasp.
“I think he missed us.” Amusement made Anthony’s voice surprisingly warm.
Cadin felt drawn toward her anchor; she’d been away too long already. Emit had wanted to know where Anthony had taken Monique, and now Cadin could tell him. But something made her linger. The dynamics between these three fascinated her, made her hungry for more of their convoluted energy. They were brash and ruthless, yet selfless and caring all at the same time.
The journey back would be no less taxing than the trek across the ocean had been. Cadin needed more energy before she attempted the trip. Jacob was easier to control than the vampires, so she remained hidden within his mind while the situation unfolded.
Awareness jarred Monique away from her study of Jacob’s naked body. She could sense it again, the unsettling knowledge that someone was watching them. Carefully keeping any reaction from showing on her face, she sent her thoughts to Anthony. It’s here again! The sensation is even stronger now.
He glanced at her and smiled, a silent acknowledgement of her statement. She read concern in his gaze, yet he seemed unconvinced. “Monique accepted her punishment without complaint. Are you brave enough to do the same?”
“I thought we were finished playing games.” Jacob tensed. His arms remained at his sides, his erection gently swaying.
Determined to prove she wasn’t imagining things, Monique scanned their surroundings. The room itself was unchanged, but something was different, unnatural.
The men stared each other down, Jacob proud and defiant, Anthony ready to pounce.
It’s in Jacob. Anthony’s thoughts were carefully shielded. But I’ve never felt anything like it.
She shielded her reply just as meticulously. I don’t have direct access to his mind. Can you force it out?
I have no idea. He took a step toward Jacob. I’ll try.
Wait. Let me help you.
I’m open to suggestions. He gracefully transitioned his advance into a lazy orbit, pretending to assess Jacob’s nudity.
“If you’re tired of games, then let’s try a little honesty.” Monique walked up to Jacob and placed her hands on his chest. “I can hear your heartbeat and feel your temperature. I’ll know if you lie to me.”
“I don’t lie.” He met her gaze with calm assurance, apparently unaware of his passenger.
Monique ran her index finger down the middle of his chest, across his rippling abdomen and along the length of his cock. “What were you thinking about when you became aroused?”
His gaze shifted, focusing on some point beyond her. “I was imagining you and Anthony.”
“Did you want to fuck me or Anthony?” She curved her fingers around his shaft and stroked from tip to stem. He gritted his teeth and his nostrils flared as his cock bucked against her fingers. “Or do you just want to watch?”
“I want to do more than watch.” His tone was harsh, his chest heaving with each deep breath. “I want to bury my cock inside you while Anthony fucks your mouth and then I want to fuck your ass while Anthony stuffs your pussy. I want things I shouldn’t want, things I can’t get out of my mind.”
Anthony wrapped his arm around Jacob’s waist and covered Monique’s hand with his. “What sort of things?”
Jacob trembled between them, his eyes heavy-lidded and passion bright. “I want to feel your cock ramming into me while I fuck Monique. I want your taste in my mouth while I eat her pussy.”
“And why shouldn’t you want these things?” Anthony pumped Jacob’s cock, while Monique explored his torso.
“You’re my employer. I can’t protect you if I’m distracted by…” The sentence ended in a groan.
“Distracted by what?” Anthony pressed his cock lengthwise into the crack of Jacob’s ass.
“Distracted by lust and resentment.” He grabbed the back of Monique’s neck and bent to claim her mouth. His lips urged hers apart and his tongue boldly stroked as he rocked his hips, augmenting Anthony’s leisurely strokes.
Monique smiled when Jacob finally released her. His hands lingered on her shoulders, and his gaze caressed her face. “Lust I understand, but why do you feel resentful?”
He laughed and shook his head. “I’m a warrior, lass. This desire is unnatural.”
“According to pious humans, perhaps. Such thoughts have no place in our world. We each bring something unique to the union and without each contribution the union is incomplete.” She framed his face with her hands and stared into his eyes. “Unless you tell me you don’t want this as badly as Anthony and I want this, our joining is going to begin right now.”
Be ready, she told Anthony. A surprise attack is our best chance.
“I want nothing more.” Jacob’s tone was deep and needful.
She drew his head down to hers, discreetly slicing her tongue on the tip of her fang. His lips parted as their mouths met. She slipped her blood-coated tongue into his mouth and he jerked away. She followed his movements, steadying his face between her hands.
Anthony embraced Jacob, quickly trapping his arms against his sides. The human struggled, twisting wildly as Monique force-fed him her blood. He gagged and screamed, his cries muffled by her mouth.
Take it, Jacob. Open your mind. You must trust me! Fear made her thoughts sound shrill, so she calmed herself and tried again. If we are to join, you must accept this bond.
Gradually Jacob relaxed. His resistance eased and she pushed into his mind.
Anthony was already inside, frantically scanning for the intruder.
What the fuck is going on? Confusion and anger accompanied Jacob’s thought. There’s someone else here!
We’ll explain everything later. Can you lead us to it?
The entity burst from the shadows of Jacob’s mind, bombarding Monique with an excruciating blast of energy. Jacob and Anthony surrounded her, insulating her from the scorching stream. The agony receded, leaving her dazed, yet determined. Sensations passed across their link, lingering echoes and stings.
Anthony absorbed the assault, ignoring the pain with single-minded determination. The being churned and tumbled, curving in on itself as it resisted Anthony’s hold.
What do you want? Anthony demanded. He reached beyond the creature’s attack and leeched energy directly from the b
eing. Who sent you? Why are you here? When the entity didn’t respond, Anthony changed his strategy. Get out or I’ll drain you dry!
Monique passed energy to Anthony, reinforcing the compulsion. Jacob, concentrate. Force this thing out of your mind.
He didn’t argue or hesitate. His focus narrowed on the being and he shoved with surprising strength.
The being shuddered, slowly weakening.
Sensing the change, the trio charged. With one violent lunge, they forced the being out of Jacob’s mind. It swirled in a weak circle then dispersed like specks of dust driven by the wind.
Monique gasped and blinked, stunned by their sudden victory. “Thank the gods!”
Her exuberance came a moment too soon. With a strangled groan Anthony crumpled to the floor. She cried out and knelt beside him, gathering him into her arms.
“Is he all right?” Jacob knelt as well, fear making his eyes shine.
“Anthony.” She could hear his heartbeat, but his face was colorless. “Sweetheart, open your eyes.” Time suspended as he lay motionless and limp. Terror ripped through her brain and paralyzed her lungs.
Then his eyelashes fluttered.
“Holy fuck.” He groaned, blinking away his stupor.
Jacob blew out an unsteady breath and sat back on his heels. “What was that thing?”
“A spy.” Anthony’s voice was dry and matter-of-fact. “It wouldn’t reveal who sent it, but I have a pretty good idea.”
“Emit Duarte.” She shook her head. “I’ll kill him! No one messes with my men.” Her possessive claim made them smile, and desire chased away the lingering fear. It was over. They’d survived. She didn’t want to talk. She wanted to grab them and assure herself they were safe and unharmed. She wanted to celebrate their victory in the only way that mattered!
“Although I love the sound of that, we can’t deal with Duarte until we learn more about his new minion.” Anthony finger combed his hair back from his face. “That thing was seriously powerful.”
“And I didn’t even sense it until Monique’s blood took effect.” Jacob shook his head, clearly upset by the fact.
“Which is why I fed it to you in the first place.” She touched his face, amazed by the tenderness welling within her.
His jaw clenched and he pushed to his feet, taking himself out of reach. “I want you to transform me.” He looked from her to Anthony and back. “I never want to be that useless again.”
Anthony stood and pulled her to her feet before he addressed Jacob’s suggestion. “We’ve been bonded for a long time, so your chances of survival are better than most. But you’re forgetting one very important fact. Vampires are helpless during their solar trance. If we transform you, we lose that advantage. We need you to keep us safe.”
Jacob closed his eyes and ran his tongue over his teeth. Monique’s blood had elongated his canines. They weren’t exactly fangs, but the shape had definitely changed. Aggression and sexual demand would soon follow.
She shivered. Nothing was more arousing than sex during bloodlust.
Should we wait until this wears off before we complete the bond? she asked Anthony. He might be hard to control.
Hell, no. This way we won’t have to hold back. We can all --
“I can hear you.” Jacob’s eyes narrowed and he licked his lips. “As eager as I am for a fuckfest, we need to find out where that thing went and if there are others like it.”
Anthony nodded. “I’ll contact my father and have him get things started.” He rolled his shoulders and rubbed the back of his neck. “We can return at dusk tomorrow. There’s no way I can facilitate a transatlantic jump until I’ve rested -- and fed.” His hungry gaze focused on Jacob as he added the last phrase.
Jacob caught Monique’s wrist and pulled her toward him. “Take all the time you need. I’m sure we can find a way to entertain ourselves while you’re gone.”
Anthony chuckled. “I’ll be on the battlements for about five minutes. I certainly hope it takes you longer than that.”
He flashed out of sight, and Jacob swept Monique up in his arms, carrying her toward the bed. “How often can you feed me your blood without triggering transformation?”
“Enjoying the rush?” His strong arms held her snugly against his chest.
“Gods, yes! I feel like I’ve awakened from a dream.” Rather than lay her down, he sat and held her on his lap. “I don’t want this to end. I feel like I can fly!”
“That’s because I’m Vasco clan.” She faced him, straddling his hips as she gazed into his eyes. “Each time you ingest our blood our power over you grows. That’s why Anthony waits so long in between rituals. He wants to maintain the bond without enslaving your mind.”
“We’ll only be able to fuck once a year?”
His obvious disappointment made her smile. “We can fuck as often as we like. We’ll just have to reserve exchanges of blood for our anniversary.”
“What needs to be done to complete the bond?”
Finding his cock with her fingers, she gave him a firm squeeze. “Can’t you guess?” She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Their lips pressed and slid while their tongues dueled. His hunger poured into her mind, spiking her arousal.
He grasped her ass and pulled her closer, rubbing his erection against her belly. His movements were bold and urgent as his physiology responded to her blood. “Can you sense how badly I want this, how badly I want you?” His voice growled and his eyes gleamed. All the while his emotions blazed through her mind.
“I want this just as much as you do, and so does Anthony.” Her words brought a flash of uncertainty she hadn’t expected from him. “Why don’t you believe me?”
Catching the back of her hair in a loose fist, he tilted her head back. “How much of what you said was meant to distract me, and how much did you mean?”
“I meant every word. I want you and I want Anthony, but I want both of you even more. The union is only complete with all three of us.”
He responded with a fierce kiss. His fingers tightened in her hair and his tongue swept into her mouth. Desire eroded his hesitation until nothing remained but need. She melted against him, demonstrating her devotion in a language older than words.
Hands slipped under her arms and pulled her upward. She muttered a protest as her mouth was dragged away from Jacob’s. Her spontaneous ascension continued until her feet rested on the bed and her mound was level with Jacob’s mouth.
“Taste her,” Anthony ordered, and Jacob happily obeyed.
She hadn’t heard Anthony return, but he wasted no time asserting himself.
Jacob’s warm hands squeezed her ass, pulling her forward. Her back pressed against Anthony’s shoulder as he shifted his hands to her breasts.
Oh yes, this was what she needed, what she craved. The three of them together in a tangle of consuming passion.
Pushing his tongue between her folds, Jacob licked and tasted, while his breath teased her sensitive skin. She combed his hair with her fingers, luxuriating in the soft strands. He delved deeper, determined to experience every soft crevice and hidden fold.
“Lie back and take her with you,” Anthony directed.
Again Jacob didn’t hesitate. Holding tightly to Monique’s hips, he guided her down as he reclined across the bed. His mouth moved against her folds, his tongue circling her clit. Her core clenched rhythmically, needing something to squeeze.
Jacob gasped against her damp flesh, and she looked over her shoulder. Anthony knelt beside the bed now, sucking Jacob’s cock. There was no way she was missing out on this! Monique turned around, settling over Jacob’s face again as she gazed along his lean body.
Anthony worked Jacob’s shaft with one hand, while his lips sucked with long, deep pulls. Jacob’s abs tensed and his thighs flexed. Anthony was merciless, approaching the task with characteristic intensity.
Fascinated and titillated, she watched Anthony’s head bob and his mouth slide up and down. His eyes were closed and his th
roaty sounds revealed the pleasure he found in the task.
Jacob rocked his hips, driving his cock deeper into Anthony’s mouth. She wiggled and moaned, happily riding Jacob’s tongue. Suddenly Anthony released Jacob’s cock and pulled her forward, kissing her savagely as his hand continued its steady pumping.
Her change of position offered Jacob new possibilities. He pushed two fingers into her wet core and focused his oral attention on her clit. Tension rushed through her, curling from her chest to her belly.
Come, hellion. Fill his mouth with your cream.
Anthony’s command triggered her orgasm. She shook and soared, lost in the glory of their uninhibited passion.
Then she was lifted and placed on her back. The floating sensation was so in keeping with her blissful descent that she didn’t bother opening her eyes. Jacob stretched out on one side of her, Anthony on the other. She knew their scent and the difference in their touches. Anthony conquered her senses while Jacob explored and caressed.
She grew restless, needing a more active role. Drawing their heads together, she kissed one and then the other, coaxing them closer and closer until their lips slid freely from one mouth to the other.
“We’re bringing Jacob into our bond,” Anthony whispered against their parted lips. “So he needs to be in the middle.”
Jacob grinned. “Think of all the combinations.”
“Trust me, I have.” Anthony swept his arm toward Monique, but his gaze never left Jacob’s face. “It’s your move.”
Monique raised her arms to Jacob and parted her legs. He knelt between her thighs, his gaze gravitating toward her pussy. Guiding his cock with one hand and parting her folds with the other, he positioned himself at her entrance.
“Do it,” she urged, tired of the aching emptiness.
He moved his hands to her hips and drove inward, filling her with one long thrust. A muffled groan escaped his throat and his thick lashes shadowed his eyes.
“My turn.” Anthony knelt behind Jacob, the Scot’s big body blocking Monique’s view.
