by Aubrey Ross
Bending forward, Jacob kissed her and created the angle Anthony needed to complete their joining. A secret thrill sped Monique’s pulse. She was nearly as anxious for this as the men. Slipping into Anthony’s mind, she watched what he was doing and felt his emotions more acutely.
Anthony coated his cock with lubricant then his mouth quirked in a wicked smile. “Part the way for me. Invite me inside.”
Jacob pressed his chest against her breasts and reached back with both hands, submitting to his master, his lover, his mate.
Tenderness surged through Anthony, momentarily stealing his breath. He moved his cock into position and Jacob pushed back, driving his body onto Anthony. Pleasure erupted as Jacob’s tight body embraced Anthony’s shaft.
Monique shared every gasp, every sigh, and every tingle. Anthony grasped Jacob’s hips and pulled him back, nearly out of her. He continued the stroke as his cock slid almost out of Jacob. After a dramatic pause, Anthony pushed in just as slowly, elongating his stroke with Jacob’s body.
Sensations slid from Anthony to Monique, passing through Jacob with each rotation. Jacob writhed between them, lost to everything but the pleasure. Anthony met her gaze over Jacob’s shoulder, his eyes glowing with vampiric light.
She bared her fangs and arched her neck, a sexual challenge every vampire understood. Anthony pinned her to the bed with Jacob’s body and dragged her hands above her head.
Meet me in Jacob’s mind. Anthony drove his fangs into Jacob’s shoulder as she bit into his neck. Jacob cried out, shuddering violently as he came.
Jacob’s pleasure spread in rippling waves, sweeping them along like a storm-swollen river. Monique surrendered to the sensations, opening her body and her mind to her mates.
Anthony was more controlled, yet no less affected by the perfection of the moment. He released his seed deep inside Jacob, savoring each spasm as they clung to one another.
Emotions flowed in a dizzying circle, the bond finally complete. Sensations blended and twisted, making it impossible to tell where they originated or when they would end.
I can feel you both so clearly. Joy overflowed Jacob’s being and inundated the other two. This is amazing.
Strong emotions are easier to absorb, Anthony said. Once the link stabilizes it will be less obvious.
Will I be able to read your mind now? Jacob asked.
Monique withdrew her fangs from Jacob’s neck and licked the blood from her lips with a contented sigh. She could speak now, but Jacob seemed fascinated by his new ability. Obviously, you can send and receive thoughts, but reading minds is a lot more complicated than you realize.
And a lot less rewarding, Anthony added. You would be bored to death by what goes on inside most peoples’ minds. He reluctantly disentangled his body from Jacob’s and rolled to Monique’s side. “Locating specific information inside an uncooperative mind almost always damages the person being scanned.”
Jacob rolled as well, settling on Monique’s other side. “I don’t want to interrogate people, but sharing your pleasure was unbelievable.”
They lapsed into silence as they absorbed the tranquility. Anthony’s arm pillowed her head and Jacob’s fingers drew lazy patterns on her abdomen.
“What did your father have to say?” she asked Anthony a few minutes later.
“He’ll start an investigation, and he’s thrilled that his plan worked so well.”
“Arrogant prick,” she muttered, and Anthony laughed. “I have no doubt my father was in on this from the start.”
“Undoubtedly.”
Jacob’s fingers slipped between her thighs, and her senses came alive with a sustained tingle. “Do we have enough time for this?”
“We’re racing the dawn,” Anthony confirmed. “We’ll have to be focused.”
“I can do focused,” Jacob assured them.
“Bring it on,” she whispered, and her men pounced, utterly intent on their mutual pleasure.
Epilogue
Cadin fought her way through the veil, terrified and desperate. Never had she come so close to…death? The concept had been beyond her comprehension until she’d felt its icy tendrils coiling around her being.
Without warning or consideration, she stabbed into Emit and absorbed his energy in deep, selfish pulls. He screamed, collapsing on the floor beside his bed. A naked female cried out and rushed to his side.
Cadin slowed her intake, focusing through the haze of pain, understanding the danger she forced on her anchor.
Emit snarled, his features contorting as bloodlust burst to the surface. He grabbed the woman and swept her beneath him, viciously biting into her throat. Her feeble struggle ended with a despairing moan as Emit gorged on her blood.
Slowly the pain subsided and Cadin released her hold on Emit. She emerged from his body and solidified.
He raised his face and growled, his features gradually returning to their resting shape. Blood covered the lower half of his face and his eyes still shone with preternatural light. “Damn you to hell!” He shoved the lifeless body away and struggled to his feet. “She was my favorite thrall. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I found Anthony Zoltan.”
“And?” He finally wiped his face with his shirtsleeve, leaving a crimson smear across his cheek.
“He was connected to the other two. I’ve never encountered anything like it. Separately I could have controlled them, but together—”
“They kicked your ass? Is that what you’re telling me?” He scoffed. “I thought you were immortal.”
So had she. “If I understand the nature of their connection, they’re no use to us now. Select another target.”
“Wasn’t that your suggestion when you failed me before?”
“Failed you?” She narrowed her gaze on his face. “You’re the one who slunk away with your tail tucked between your legs!”
“We can debate this or we can move on.” He looked at his savaged thrall and shook his head. “If you want to continue using me as your tether to this dimension, you’re going to stop treating me like a bothersome child.”
He acted like a bothersome child so often it was hard to control her attitude. Unfortunately, he was right. She needed him. Without an anchor, she would be sucked back into her own dimension, and she wasn’t ready to abandon physical sensations.
“What do you want?” He’d just killed his favorite fuck toy. She had a pretty good idea what he would demand.
“Answer me honestly, will feeding from you harm me in any way?”
That was unexpected. “This body is human. To my knowledge my blood would be like any other blood.”
“Then get on the bed and spread your legs. We’re going to find out.”
Book Three: Sensuous
Captivated, yet challenged by Tess’s resistance, Victor enlists the help of Seth, an arrogant Elfin prince. Victor knows they can unleash her sensuality if they find a way beyond her emotional reserve. Seth woos her by day. Victor seduces her by night. And when her barriers begin to crumble, they combine their efforts, shattering her preconceived ideas of what love is all about.
Prologue
Sharp fangs stabbed into Cadin’s neck, and she screamed. Her body arched off the bed, twisting and bucking in an instinctive flurry of motion. Physical sensations were still new, each discovery intense and addictive. She’d spent the majority of her existence in an incorporeal dimension, never imagining the pleasure awaiting her in the physical realm.
Emit slipped an arm beneath her neck and raised her slightly as he settled on his knees between her thighs. His mouth drew in long, rhythmic pulls, launching a fresh wave of pain with each demanding suck.
Strength flowed out of her body and into his. He pinned her to the bed, feeding with savage hunger and… malevolence? She scanned his mind, expecting the anger, yet surprised by the resentment pulsing through him. Did he honestly think she’d be this easy to kill? She was a chaos being! Corporeal creatures existed for her entertainment, and to enrich
her sustenance. She siphoned energy from the room around her, saturating her levels faster than he could deplete them.
He gasped and raised his head, glaring into her eyes as blood trailed from the corners of his mouth. “How did you do that?” His words were separated by harsh little pants.
“I don’t want you to starve.” Mockery tinged her voice and shaped her smile. His gaze narrowed, and emotion spiked through his energy, sharp anger and dark ambition, twisting through rich, red lust. So conflicted. So chaotic. She lived for moments like this. “If you’re still hungry, feed. I didn’t realize I’d been so neglectful.”
Fury ignited within his gaze. His blue eyes glowed, and his features sharpened. “You need me to remain in this dimension.” He grasped the backs of her knees and spread her legs wide. “But what do I get out of the bargain?”
His cock drove into her, the thick length stretching the walls of her pussy. Yes! This was what she wanted, what she craved. She shut her eyes and forced herself not to arch or moan. He must not realize how badly she needed the fullness, the utter completeness of having him deep inside her.
“You like that, don’t you?” he whispered near her ear as he slowly pulled back.
Refusing to react to his taunt, she concentrated on the blissful slide. She could bring herself to orgasm with a vibrator or her fingers, but nothing replaced the sensation of skin sliding against skin, and his hot, hard cock… not just any hot, hard cock, his!
She opened her eyes and studied his angular features. Had he guessed her weakness? Her folds spread around his cockhead while her core clenched, aching for his return. Despite her determination, a pathetic whimper escaped her parted lips.
“What’s the matter, Cadin? Missing me already?”
Her hand swung fast and hard, but he caught her wrist before her palm connected. His pleased laughter compounded the insult, and she kicked and twisted, desperate to evade his grasp.
“I’m faster and stronger than your human form.” As if to demonstrate his claim, he flipped her over and drew her arms behind her back. “The only way you can escape me is to disperse your body, and I can’t fuck you if you do that.”
“What do you want?” She ground out the question between clenched teeth.
“Fold your legs beneath you and move your knees far apart. I want plenty of room to move between those silky thighs.”
Hating him more with each motion, she obeyed his command. He shifted her wrists into one hand, freeing the other to stroke and squeeze and torment her. His fingers rolled her nipple while his cock slid against, but not into her core.
“Stop teasing me!” She pushed back, trying to bring him back inside her body.
“I like teasing you. I love that desperate sound you make in the back of your throat and how wet you get.” He inhaled loudly. “Gods, you smell good enough to eat. Shall I thrust my tongue in your juicy cunt? Would you like that, little slave?”
She tensed. “I’m not your slave.” He made it sound like an endearment, but she was no man’s slave!
“Really?” He pushed into her just far enough so she felt a hint of fullness. “Your thighs are slick with cream and you’re trembling. Are you really going to pretend you don’t crave this?”
“I enjoy fucking you, but I --”
“You enjoy being fucked by me. There’s a difference.” He drove deeper. His hold on her arms kept her face balanced just above the mattress. “You don’t enjoy this nearly as much when you’re in control.”
He was right, and they both knew it. “That doesn’t make me your slave.”
“Are you sure?” His hips pulled back, dragging his cock out of her smoldering center as his other hand abandoned her breast.
She felt his absence with every fiber of her being. His body hovered over hers, part threat and part promise. The only point of contact remaining was his fingers firmly banding her wrists. Her breasts felt heavy, the nipples ultrasensitive, and her passage constricted in deep, painful spasms.
“Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
It would never be that easy, but he nudged her with his cock, the rounded tip effortlessly finding her entrance. “I want you to fuck me. Push inside me fast and hard. Don’t stop or pull out until I come.”
“That was very specific.” He thrust his full length into her heat, and they groaned in unison. “I’m inside you, and I won’t pull out until you come.” Reaching around her hip, he located her clit and gave it a careful tug.
She cried out in shock and frustration as a short, sharp orgasm burst within her. “That’s not fair. I want you to --”
“I know what you want.” With a slow, rolling motion he began to move. “You want to be mastered, controlled. You want to surrender, even if you’re not ready to admit it out loud.” He released one hand and then the other, allowing her to catch herself before she fell. His hands grasped her hips, and she braced on her forearms. “Better?”
“Gods, yes.” She tightened herself around him, arching into each of his thrusts.
There was nothing in her dimension that began to compare with the overwhelming intimacy of being penetrated by another body. He was inside her, part of her, each distinct lunge filling her completely.
His pace sped, and his hands gripped her tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh. She tossed her head and clawed at the bedding. Reality spun away as sensation forced rational thought from her mind.
With a feral growl, he thrust to the balls and pulled her up against him. His cock twitched inside her, and he thrust his fangs into her shoulder. The dual penetration shattered her composure. She came in hard, shuddering waves.
He echoed her spasms with his mouth, or was his mouth triggering the spasms? She couldn’t tell and didn’t care. Nothing had ever felt this amazing.
Before she could fully savor the sensations, he withdrew his fangs and shoved her forward. She sprawled on her belly with an indignant gasp and turned her head to glare at him.
“What happens to you if I die?” he asked.
“Contemplating suicide?” She made her voice sound hopeful.
“Hardly.” He crawled off the bed and conjured a long-sleeved bathrobe. His dark hair flowed back from his face, accenting his sharp features. Despite the casual attire, he appeared regal and unaffected by their passionate tussle.
Feeling like a discarded toy, she rolled off the other side of the bed and shifted into a different body, one fully clothed and less appealing to her arrogant lover.
“What happens to you?” he persisted, his icy blue eyes focused on her face.
“I would be sucked back into my own dimension.” That’s what happened if she severed the link. If Emit was killed before she released the connection, his death would end her existence. It was an important distinction, but she was unwilling to admit how closely they were connected.
“Can you anchor yourself to someone else or would you be forced to move on to the next dimension? I know you can influence minds, but have you ever taken control of a person entirely?”
Annoyed by his curiosity, she turned away. “Are you dissatisfied with our arrangement? If you wish me to dissolve our link, I can --”
“No.” He caught her arm and waited until she looked at him before he continued. “My frustration has nothing to do with you. Darius Zoltan remains a step ahead of us and it’s driving me crazy.”
Her latest attempt to assist Emit with his rival had forced Cadin to accept her mortality. After countless centuries of existence, she’d faced a combination of creatures that nearly ended her life. Nothing had ever been so terrifying, or so exhilarating. Life had never been so sweet until she’d nearly tasted death.
Emit had every right to resent the Zoltan clan. Or more specifically, Emit had every right to fear them. Cadin would never underestimate them again. “Is Darius satisfied with the progress he’s made or do we have other opportunities to foil his plans?” She pulled her arm out of his grasp, finding the contact distracting.
“The
Zoltan alliance with Vasco clan is now solidified. We can’t change that. Still, I can’t help feeling this is only the beginning. Darius has two more sons. I doubt he’ll stop until each has made a beneficial union.”
“Has he abandoned the modernization ploy?” She hid her smile, secretly impressed by Darius’s wily approach to the situation. Zoltan clan had lived in seclusion, meticulously preserving the purity of their bloodline. They seldom interacted with humans or even the other vampire clans. Then Darius announced his desire to modernize his clan, giving him an excuse to contact the most powerful integrated clans. His interest in modern practices was a cover for his true purpose, forming alliances through his progeny.
“I’m not sure what Victor was told,” Emit muttered. “He’s the second Zoltan son. Darius sent him to Tess Bronstein, which makes no sense to me. Why would Darius choose an insignificant human?”
“Are you sure Tess is human? Doesn’t her brother operate Station X?”
Emit tensed, fiddling with the belt securing his robe. “Powerful people might frequent the place, but Station X is still just a bar.”
“If you say so.” Warning flashed in his gaze, which only made her smile broaden. He was so much fun to provoke.
“I’ve met Randolph Bronstein several times,” he insisted in a calm, cold tone. “He scans human.”
“Which only means he’s a well-connected human, or he’s powerful enough to fool an organic vampire.”
“The last is doubtful, but I see your point.” He paused for a moment, thoughtfully rubbing his chin. “Randolph’s origins are only important if they’re shared by Tess. Find out all you can about her. See if you can determine what Darius Zoltan gains by forming an alliance with her family.”
“I’m on it.” Cadin released her hold on her physical body and sped off into the night.
Chapter One
Tess snapped her phone closed with an exasperated curse and rubbed the bridge of her nose.
