Kieran ran his hand through his thick, shoulder length blond hair. “I agree, but our last meeting didn’t go well.”
“I remember, but she is allowed to have some strong opinions after her abduction. Let’s see if she is in the mood to play, shall we.” He didn’t doubt she was. Why would she ask for the stamp that announced to every Vampire in the club that she was willing to scene with them?
Devon walked up next to her and let his breath fan out over her skin. Kieran closed his eyes and groaned slightly as Rachel’s cheeks flushed even more. Her head fell back, and Devon felt jealousy at Kieran’s empathy. Unlike him, Kieran could sense emotions much stronger than thoughts.
Devon couldn’t control himself any longer and leaned in to whisper, “Are you here alone?”
* * * *
Rachel turned at Devon’s deep voice that held a faint ancient European accent. It wasn’t strong as many who recently moved, but extremely faint, as if he’d left hundreds of years ago. His voice was like a silky caress against her skin and made her shiver. His accent had an old aristocratic quality, if the old TV shows could be believed anyways. She stared into Devon’s dark eyes, and found herself unable to turn away from him. It was as if there was an unseen connection between their souls.
She was no virgin, but no one else ever affected her this deeply by just his voice. It was enchanting and seductive, like a man that knew how to use it to make a woman melt. At that moment, she was sure she could climax by listening to his voice alone.
He still reminded her of the Gladiator. He had that serious expression of a warrior always ready to serve his king. Looking up and down Devon’s body, she saw that he wore a black button up top that clung to his muscular chest and showed off his biceps, and Kieran wore a blue top that matched his light blond hair and blue eyes perfectly.
Kieran’s blond hair was down this evening. The smile on his face was just like Thor’s when he was reunited with his friends. He wasn’t as muscular as Devon, but that didn’t detract from his sex appeal.
Devon moved to stand in front of her, and Kieran stopped just to his left. She had to crane her neck up to look at them in the face. They were both powerful predators that could easily kill her, but that didn’t scare her. What scared her was Kieran saw what was inside of her.
She almost shuddered as Mortef’s whispered words drifted into her mind. “You’re better than sex, you feed me power. Why fuck you all day, when this way is far more pleasurable?” Then he licked the outer shell of her ear before letting her fall.
She had kept that secret deep inside, and she hoped no one saw it. She even imagined building a wall so no one like Yerel or Marcus could see the evil inside her. Again, that deep ingrained feeling hit her. I want to go home…to Texas.
Taking a deep breath, she met their gazes and tried to pretend she wasn’t a mix of terrified and aroused. I got this stamp for this moment. Come on, put those big girl panties on, and fake it till you make it. “Um…hey.” Rachel’s heart was pounding, but not in fear. “Kieran, I wanted to apologize to you. I said something unforgivable last time I saw you. That was unfair and cruel of me. Forgive me?”
Kieran’s face lit up in a bright smile. His smile lit up the room like fireworks on the Fourth of July. “Of course, darlin’, there’s nothing to forgive.” He reached for her hand and drew her fingers up to his lips. He brushed her knuckles with feather light kisses that sent electric sparks shooting through her arm and straight to her sex.
Devon’s intense gaze never left hers as Kieran kissed her hand. “You’re here alone,” he stated. He leaned against the railing, which didn’t affect his height very much. He still towered over her as his intense stare held her in place as easily as if he was holding her.
“Yes, I am here all by myself tonight.” She smiled up at him as his frown deepened.
“Did you leave without permission? It isn’t safe for you to wander around alone, Rachel. If our enemies find you, it would be very bad.”
She shook her head at them. “No, I didn’t run away without their knowledge. I just needed some me time. There are a few Lycans here that know I am here. If I scream my safeword, I am sure they will come running.”
Devon’s dark gaze locked on to hers, and he measured her with his gaze. He studied her face and seemed to watch how fast she was breathing. Satisfied with what he found, he nodded to Kieran.
When Kieran reached over and stroked her cheek, she felt an electric spark at his touch. That pull she felt the last time she was here with them was even stronger.
Devon’s hand moved down her arm and to the hand that Owen had stamped. He tilted her hand back and forth and watched the colors change on the stamp. He kissed her knuckles lightly. “Tell me something, Rachel. Would you care to dance with me?”
She felt herself nodding. Would she? Lord that would make her night. She’d fantasized about these two for over a week.
“I like to dance rather dirty. More like filthy, actually. If you aren’t up to that, I’m sure I can manage a slow dance.”
“No. Don’t change anything for me.” She took his hand and was nearly giddy in anticipation. She glanced back at Kieran and watched as he braced his body against the wall as if he was enjoying the view of her ass. His legs crossed as he allowed his body to lean against the wall. The smoldering look of lust in his eyes was breathtaking.
Devon led her out to the dance floor where bodies gyrated and moved with a sensual grace. Some of them looked like they were still having sex on the dance floor. She wasn’t sure how they had any strength left by now.
She gasped when Devon threaded his hands through her hair and pulled her close. His thick erection pressed against her as his body moved. They moved in time with the music and their bodies swayed in an erotic dance. One of his hands landed at the hem of her shirt and the other on her forehead. Her neck craned in just a way that would let him bite her if that was what he wanted.
Yes, bite me. Please! I want to know why so many scream in ecstasy from a bite.
“What is the club safeword, Rachel?” Devon asked as he played in the soft curls that covered pussy.
“Red.”
“Good girl. You yell red and everything stops.”
“Okay,” she whispered as her head fell back, giving him more access to her throat.
Devon only licked her skin as his flat, human teeth scraped over the shell of her ear, as his hand eased up her shirt. He pulled the material over her head, and her bra followed soon after. His hands covered her nipples and then he pinched each until it was an aching, stiff peak.
“Let me help you, darlin’.” Kieran pinned her up against Devon and took a nipple in his mouth. She gasped as her hands gripped his hair. When had he come over? She hadn’t even noticed him move.
Their hips moved in tandem as if they were fucking her right out on the dance floor. Devon thrust toward her ass and Kieran took her from the front.
Kieran’s fingers stroked over her nipples, which caused shards of pleasure to spiral out from her heated pussy.
Devon’s hand moved down her abdomen and past the elastic of her black miniskirt. Reaching the end of the material, his hand slid back up her leg. His hand stopped as he encountered the material of her panties. With one quick jerk, the material vanished. Devon’s fingers traced the slit of her slick pussy and then slid in. He found her hot flesh of her sex coated in her nectar and pushed a finger in, as his hard erection pressed into her ass. As he pulled away for just a moment, Kieran thrust toward her. At the same time, Devon’s finger thrust in, giving her the feeling she was having sex on the dance floor.
She moaned as Kieran used his leg to open her more. “Let Devon in so he can fuck you properly, pretty girl.”
The swaying, gyrating, teeth on her nipples and ears all melded into one feeling. Euphoria. Rachel let her body weight sink lower, which opened her even more, and Devon found that secret bundle of nerves. He stroked it hard and fast until she was crying out as wave after wave of rapture over
took her. She cried out their names as they demanded every last bit of her elation, and she didn’t care who heard or saw their carnal acts right out on the dance floor.
When the waves of pleasure finally eased, Devon pulled his fingers from her pussy. He kept his gaze locked with hers as he licked his fingers. “You’re sweeter than the finest wine, Rachel.”
Her legs shook as incoherent sounds came from her lips. She felt a little vulnerable now that the delicious storm of bliss had passed. What had she done? Would they think less of her now? She knew it was silly to think such a thing, but her newfound insecurities were working their way to the surface again.
“Let’s head over to the couch and get her a drink.” Devon picked her up as she squeaked in surprise. Her hands flailed for a moment, before wrapping around Devon. He strode through the mass of bodies and to an overstuffed, reclining couch. He sat down while keeping her close.
A soft blanket wrapped around her and then Kieran sat next to them. They both ran their hands over her until a bottle of water arrived. “Here. Drink,” Devon commanded her.
On autopilot, she pursed her lips to accept the cold water. It felt wonderful on her parched throat, and soon she started to get some of her energy back.
“You’re beautiful, Rachel, inside and out,” Devon whispered before kissing her forehead.
Flushing a bit, she cleared her throat. “Thank you.” She raised her head and gazed into Devon’s eyes. She could see the hint of a reddish hue in the lights that Vampires had. At first, all she had wanted was a safe place to watch some dancing and have some drinks. Now that she had Devon and Kieran’s full attention, she wanted more, so much more.
Devon’s smile made her melt. God, did he realize he was like a living, breathing Adonis? “Rachel, would you be willing to explore more with us? I know you have been harmed by my kind, and I would understand if you said no.”
She felt herself nodding. This was like a dream coming true. The two men she dreamed about every night and used as fantasies with her vibrator were finally going to touch her. “I would love to.”
Smiling, Devon leaned in. “You know the club’s safeword is red then, right.”
She nodded. “Yes. I have also used liver before.” Kieran laughed and his eyes sparkled with humor.
“What? It’s a vile meat. I hate it.”
“Well, if you start screaming liver, I will know to stop.” Devon chuckled a bit.
She stared into Devon’s eyes as he laughed. They lit up like the moonlight sparkling on the ocean when he laughed. She felt completely enchanted just by his eyes.
She struggled not to wiggle in Devon’s lap as arousal made her pussy ache with need. He was really going to play with her! Devon was a sought-after Vampire here, even though he never drank from anyone in the club. “Thanks,” she whispered.
“Are you healing from your ordeal?” Devon searched her eyes as if he was trying to see for himself if she was still ready to break at the slightest provocation.
She forced confidence into her tone. She may never be completely healed, but she wasn’t a fragile vase that would shatter at the slightest impact. “Yes, I believe so.”
Devon took her hands in his. “Tell me.” He turned her hand again and looked at her stamp as if he couldn’t believe it was real. The wonder on his face was a new emotion she’d never seen before. “You asked for a stamp. Is this really for Kieran and I?”
She swallowed hard as she took in their hopeful gazes. God, had they been as much of a wreck as she had been since the last time they spoke? Her thoughts obsessed about them, making her burn supper, put things away wrong, and even walk into a light pole. “Yes, I did. I made sure I could say no to other Vampires.”
Devon’s face lit up with joy, even as his lips hardened. “I am glad you said so. No other Vampire would dare touch what is ours, and you are ours.”
Her eyes widened at the unexpected possessiveness. It didn’t scare her, but made her want to pull them closer to her. They were hitting all the buttons that made her melt.
Devon cupped her chin and met her gaze. “Would you be willing to trust me as you search for your new normal? I’ve read your list of limits and what you enjoy already. Owen says he went through the list again with you last week. What you have gone through is horrific for anyone, though.”
Rachel’s gaze went from Devon to Kieran. Trust them? She did far more than trust them. She wanted them, obsessed about them, and would do anything to have them touch her again. Her lips moved, but she couldn’t say the words she longed to. She wanted them to dominate her, bend her to their will, and dare to stand up to the demons that haunted her. Still, fear clouded her eyes and she couldn’t help but stare at them, unable to say the word he wanted to hear.
“I know asking you to trust me is asking a lot. You’re wise to hesitate, though. I know what you’ve been through with another of my kind.” Devon stroked his fingers lightly over her hands as he spoke. “I promise you though, you’re safe with us. You just say either of your safe words, and Kieran and I will walk away, and we will have one of the Lycan enforcers take you home. Kieran and I will make sure you have a chance to explore your needs safely. I need you to be aware though that your safe word will be your only control with me.”
His words matched what she’d seen the times she’d watched him, and it made her crave him even more. The thought of the enforcers taking her home like a kid that ran off and got herself lost almost made her shudder. It had been so long since she’d felt alive. She didn’t care what Devon and Kieran had in mind, she wanted her old carefree, wild self back.
Nodding, Rachel whispered, “Yes.”
Kieran took her other hand in a firm grip, as Devon’s hands started working up her arms. “I read that you enjoy just a little bite of pain, but nothing heavy.”
She nodded mutely, still overcome with so many intense emotions. Elation, fear, and eagerness swirled within her until she could barely manage to speak.
“Good, we don’t like giving out pain. We’ll start with a spanking.” Butterflies of desire fluttered within her tummy as Kieran took control. They didn’t ask what she wanted. They found out what she enjoyed and told her what they would do, leaving it up to her to obey or say her safe word and leave.
Devon’s smile changed. Gone was the smooth sex appeal, and in its place was something dark and sinister. It wasn’t evil like Mortef had been, but she could easily see Devon’s dark and commanding side now.
“While we are at the club, Kieran and I are both to be called Sir. You do as we say unless you say your safe word.”
Struggling to get her tongue to work, she replied, “Yes Sir.” She felt something inside of her melt. This was what she’d been longing for. It was as if an itch she hadn’t been able to reach for years was finally getting scratched. It felt so good she nearly wept.
Devon and Kieran stood up and Devon took her hand and helped her to the floor. She tried to find a position on her knees that she’d seen so many other submissives manage.
Finally comfortable, she settled her eyes on Kieran’s chest, and he placed his hand on her head and stroked her hair gently as her head rested close to his aroused, thick cock“What would you like to do, darlin’?”
She had a crazy inspiration, and she wasn’t sure how they would feel. She was feeling bold tonight though, so she just spat it out. “I would like to suck on your cock, Sir. If you would allow me.”
Surprise flashed in his eyes for a moment, before lust started to burn in his gaze. He gripped her hair and his gaze captured hers as if he was trying to read her. Did he think she was faking? Whatever he found seemed to meet with his approval. His smile turned sinful as he said, “I will, but only if you please Devon, as well. We wouldn’t want him to be left out.”
She licked her lips as the two of them opened their pants and their massive cocks sprang free. She took Kieran into her mouth as her hand wrapped around Devon’s cock. She took him deep and relaxed her throat muscles to prevent herself f
rom gagging. On the upstroke, she swiped her tongue across the slit of his cockhead. She increased the pressure of her lips as she took him deep once again.
Kieran groaned and fisted her hair when she took the head of his cock into her throat and swallowed. “Fuck, darlin’. Don’t stop.” He thrust his hips and she swallowed again.
She nearly grinned as Kieran’s ass came up off the couch and he moaned. Glancing up, she saw his face was tilted toward the ceiling and his mouth was wide open. His hips pumped frantically as she sucked and swirled her tongue around his shaft.
“Oh, sweetheart.” Kieran hissed in erotic pleasure and then hot jets of his seed hit the back of her throat. She swallowed him down, happy to take his seed. Once she was sure he’d given her every drop of his pleasure, she licked him clean, and then once Kieran let go of her hair, she turned her attention to Devon.
Devon’s gaze met hers and then she took him into her mouth. He was larger than Kieran and she gagged a bit. She swallowed as she tried to control her gag reflex. “Take your Master down your throat, darlin’,” Kieran whispered. She felt his heated flesh press up against her ass.
Devon gripped her hair and thrust into her as his mouth opened with his fangs descended. Rachel gagged and for a horrified moment, she worried she would embarrass them all as she struggled to control her gag reflex. Instinctively, she tried to move away from him. Devon kept his grip strong, but he shortened his strokes. He released one hand and gripped the base of his cock.
Kieran whispered, “Good girl. Breathe through your nose. Make Master Devon come, darlin’.”
Devon released her hair and stroked her body as well as Kieran began to run his hands over her ass. She’d relaxed to the rhythm of Devon’s thrusts and Kieran massaging her ass and thighs when something cold and wet rimmed her back hole, and she realized Kieran had applied lube to his finger and worked it in.
As she concentrated on Devon, Kieran fucked his digit deep into her back entrance.
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