Ellowyn Found: An MM Vampire Trilogy Omnibus Edition Books 1 - 3

by Kayleigh Sky

  Emek’s scent woke a longing, decades old. Nobody could take Emek’s place. Fill Zev like Emek.

  “Now,” Emek murmured. “Clothes off.”

  Zev’s arms gave under his weight, and he dropped onto Emek’s chest. His mouth found a warm ripe nipple speared by a silver bar.

  God.

  Emek grabbed his hair and yanked it out of his bun, but Zev hung onto the nub in his mouth. He worried it with his tongue and wiggled the bar, and the body underneath him writhed, the sighs warming his cheek growing faster. He stuck his hand between Emek’s legs and ran his palm along the rigid cock straining in his jeans. Thick and hot. His hole clenched, and he popped off Emek’s nipple with a gasp.

  Emek shivered, the bumps around his nipple shiny with Zev’s spit. Zev rubbed himself against Emek’s thigh then rolled off the bed.

  “Finish getting undressed.”

  Emek got naked in seconds and lay with his legs spread, ruby red dick in one hand, balls cupped in his other. Zev imagined the hot musky scent there. He wanted his nose buried in the humid shadow between Emek’s legs, and his mouth watered at the thought.

  Emek chuckled, and Zev shimmied out of his jeans.

  “Fuck, you are hot,” Zev whispered.

  “Very kingly.” Emek spread his legs wider. “Am I hot like this?”

  “Oh yeah.” Zev was woozy, dizzy, his heart drumming hard. “Play with your balls,” he whispered.

  Emek grinned. “Like this?”

  He drew his fingers up his wrinkly sac and let them slide back between his legs. His cock jerked in his fist, and he sucked air through his teeth.

  Zev nodded, watching Emek’s fingers slide back up, ghosting his skin. Emek moaned and lifted his chin. His neck stretched, Adam’s apple bobbing. Zev lowered his gaze to Emek’s balls again. Emek rolled them with his fingertips. “You better not come,” Emek whispered.

  Zev grunted. “No.” He let go of his dick, and it slapped, burning hot, against his stomach. “Pinch your nipple.”

  Emek laughed, but he pulled his hand up his body and pinched a nipple before twisting it in his fingertips. His legs stretched tight, muscles vibrating, the skin under his dick growing glossy with precum.

  Zev rested a knee on the bed and leaned down to kiss the tip of Emek’s cock.

  “Your hair’s so soft,” Emek whispered.

  It slipped across the top of Emek’s thigh as Zev sat back on his heels. His hair tickled his own belly and lit up the nerves under his skin. He lifted Emek’s straining cock and wrapped his hair around it.

  Emek grinned. “Yeah, I like that.”

  “And this?” Zev asked.

  He raised his head, pulling his hair tighter. Emek’s cock rose too. He tickled the furry taint under Emek’s balls, and Emek hissed again.

  “Oh fuck.” He arched, every sinew as tight as a wire.

  The air hung heavy with the scents of sex. Leaky cocks, muggy armpits, dewy sweat. Zev bobbed over Emek’s groin and rolled his hips, aching to plant his dick in Emek’s mouth or ass. The touch of the air from the heater was like a lash against his damp skin.

  He groaned.

  His hair slipped loose.

  Emek pulled it, teeth gritted, pupils blown, but Zev broke away, grabbed his wrists and slammed them onto the bed over his head. Mine.

  Something quick and hot flashed in Emek’s eyes. His nostrils flared, and he bucked, but Zev flattened him with his body.

  “What are you doing?” Emek asked. He bared fangless teeth. His biceps strained under his skin, but he couldn’t budge Zev. Not any vampire.

  Zev let his fangs slide down and his lips curl in a smile. Emek’s gaze rested on his teeth, and his breathing quickened.

  “You hate all of this,” Zev whispered.

  Pain flared in Emek’s eyes. His face twisted. “I’m human, and you conquered us. Is that what you’re trying to show me?”

  “I can make you do whatever I want any time I want. But that isn’t conquering. My enemies are vampires. I have no real power over them. I only have an idea they despise.”

  “What idea?”

  “That I’m not your enemy.”

  Emek went loose in his slippery grip but let out a dry and humorless laugh. “Okay.”

  “What do you want?”

  “What kind of question is that? What do I want now? Forever?”

  Zev bent, his hair falling onto Emek’s face, the strands sticking to his own lips as he pressed a kiss on Emek then pulled away. “What do you want in the next ten minutes?”

  “I want to last longer than ten minutes.”

  A grin flashed across Emek’s face, and Zev laughed. “Do you want me to let you go?” Zev asked.

  “Yes.”

  “And?”

  “I fuck you.”

  Zev clamped his jaws and pushed the pain back. It wasn’t that he didn’t want Emek or that he’d stopped hoping time would reverse and let the breathless, brave boy of so many years ago reappear with Emek’s face, but something about his enemies being so close wore Zev out. Dying without love haunted him. He was afraid that everything he’d done meant nothing. But he rubbed Emek’s wrists with his thumbs and let go.

  Strangely though, Emek didn’t move. He stared into Zev’s eyes, his focus like a prod to Zev’s heart. It beat in his throat, choked him of air.

  And then Emek smiled and swung his arm up. He cupped Zev’s cheek, his thumb pressing at the corner of Zev’s mouth until he groaned and filled himself with Emek’s flavor. He licked the rough pad of Emek’s thumb and closed his eyes, imagining the whorls and spirals like the tunnels underground, a mysterious terrain laid out for him to discover. The stroke of Emek’s hand through his hair and down his chest lit him on fire. The darkness intensified the touch, unnerved him with the uncertainty of the next one. His skin shivered under the caresses tracing his ribs.

  “You are stronger than me,” Emek whispered.

  Zev opened his eyes and let Emek’s thumb slip away. “So far from the truth,” he whispered.

  Odd how the sacrifice that had once gleamed as bright as Celestine had dulled to the gray of rock. Like the clothes he put on every day, he carried the image of Qudim in front of him. Qudim, grinning and bloody, with a Ryzok hanging at his side. Rivers had run red and bodies had lain at his feet. That image burned like a candle inside him, illuminating the last remnant of a promise.

  But now the candle sputtered and wisps of smoke swirled around it. And the weight of the dark and Zev’s death pressed in. But this dark…

  All softness and firmness. A strong hand holding him in place. The brush of fingers on his cock jolted a groan from him.

  “I’m no one, you know,” Emek said. “A drifter. No family. No friends. I have nothing to lose.” His lips touched Zev’s ear. “That’s the most dangerous thing of all.”

  “I have everything to lose,” said Zev.

  “Let it go.”

  Emek gripped the back of Zev’s neck, tugging him down onto his side, and Zev let himself fall, eyes closed.

  A few heartbeats later, Emek snuggled in against his back and sighed into his hair. “You smell so good.”

  Zev shivered and opened his eyes. The window was in front of him now, filled with green trees and the crushingly painful blue of the sky.

  Emek lifted one of Zev’s legs and pulled it to his chest.

  The view out the window blurred. Zev’s heart swelled. He twisted, chasing after Emek’s kiss, devouring the taste of him, reveling in the hot, slippery slide of Emek’s lips. So soft, sweet, firm. The loss of the kiss a moment later tugged his eyes open.

  Emek pulled away and opened the cap on the lube.

  Zev’s neck ached, but he kept it twisted and stared at the bars through Emek’s nipples.

  “Did those hurt?”

  Emek’s gaze dropped. “Yes.”

  “Worse than the tattoos?”

  “I wanted the tattoos.”

  Zev’s stomach dropped at that. “I hate what happened to you
.”

  Emek settled against him again, pulling him in tight, his fingers circling Zev’s hole. “We can’t go back.”

  Zev stiffened, and Emek’s touch lightened to just a flutter against his skin.

  Was that comment about them? Everyone?

  Emek kissed his cheek. “You think too much. You need a vacation.”

  Zev laughed. “No chance.”

  “This then,” Emek said and pushed a finger inside him.

  Zev pulled his knee higher. He bit his bottom lip against the burn, and Emek brushed a kiss across his cheek. The heat of the room and Emek’s body wrapped him up like a cocoon. He let himself fall into it, the room as white as a cloud, his dick hot and tight.

  Emek’s first jolt stabbed so hot in his belly, he shouted and bowed his spine. “Oh fuck!”

  “Damn, you’re tight,” Emek muttered. “You feel so fucking good around me.”

  He rolled his hips and pushed his ass back. Emek ground into him, then slung an arm under Zev’s leg, lifting it and opening him wider. He set a slow rhythm, pushing in deep before pulling back. The burn of his slide in and out faded into a throb that rolled through Zev’s belly with every thrust. He stroked his dick in time to Emek’s gasps.

  “Kiss me,” Emek whispered.

  He twisted his head, the smack of Emek’s lips against the side of his mouth sloppy and frantic. Their tongues tangled and slipped loose. A laugh rumbled in his throat. Emek chuckled too and cupped his cheek. His sweaty torso stuck to Zev’s back. He held him close and tight. And Zev let go, floating away to the rattling furnace and the blaze of light through the window and the sticky heat and the strong arms and the soft kisses up the side of his face and the sharp cry as Emek thrust in deep and shuddered, squeezing him tighter and tighter.

  His hand flew on his dick until Emek knocked him away and lay flat on the bed, pulling Zev onto his chest. His hot palm dragged up Zev’s cock, his thumb sliding over the tip, sending sparks onto the conflagration already building inside.

  “Come for me,” Emek whispered, and Zev’s balls exploded.

  He arched, Emek’s grip on him digging in. Cum splashed his belly, and shudders wracked him. His head lolled on Emek’s shoulder, and his chest struggled against Emek’s grip. Maybe this was where he’d die, crushed by the only being with any real power over him. But his promise would die too, so he arched against the pain swelling under his ribcage until Emek’s whisper floated into his ear and wound around his heart.

  “My sweet.”

  35

  In The Dark

  Laughter and voices from the game room followed Zev down the hall. The sound of the wind battering the windows kept pace with him until he went deeper into the house. He turned into another hall for the stairs nearest the staff’s quarters, far from his own rooms. He had no reason to come this way. No reason but Emek. Was he asleep? Was there any reason to his endearment?

  My sweet?

  To a king. A vampire king. As though Zev couldn’t snap his jaws and be done with Emek for good.

  Barely noticing the noises coming from behind some of the doors, he started up the stairs, forcing his thoughts back to his meeting with Essie. She’d stood, smiling quietly, in front of Zev’s desk when Yair burst into the room and strode past Justin to her side…

  “My grandson is eager to support me,” she said.

  Zev snorted and fixed his stare at Yair before gesturing to the single chair on the other side of the desk. “Please sit, Princess Esseline.”

  “Sire.”

  Essie bowed to no one, still a force to reckon with, but no one escaped time, and she sank with brittle care into the chair Justin pulled out for her.

  After she sat, Justin crossed the room and took Yair’s arm. “You were not called in here. Have you no manners?”

  Yair threw a look at Zev, who sat drumming the fingers of one hand on his desk. Zev forced a friendly smile. He’d been an idiot for indulging the coddled little brat with a kiss. Though he understood Yair’s eagerness to grow up and take his place in his family, letting him stay was Essie’s call, and she made no move to stop Justin from hauling Yair out the door by his arm.

  After the door closed, she let out a sigh. “Forgive us.”

  “For what, Essie? You are loyal to me, and Yair is young.”

  “Is it a shame I can’t remember being that young?”

  Zev smiled. “Tell me what you need, Essie?”

  “Centers,” she said. “Our district’s population of drainers is growing. These aren’t just youngsters either. I’m afraid some of us are growing sensitive to Synelix…”

  His chest tightened at the memory of their conversation, and he took a breath and exited the stairwell into another dark hall, still underneath the house, that led the length of the lodge to his personal suite. As he headed there, his feet sank into carpet. The floor beneath it was stone like the walls.

  Essie’s problem was one Zev had known about and had kept hidden. He had hoped it wasn’t true. Just because a few more drainers than normal had appeared didn’t mean things were changing. And if they were—what would happen if more and more vampires had to feed on humans? Would they agree? Or would it be war again?

  He passed a row of doors. The light ahead of him flickered as though the winds from outside were blowing in. A cold draft struck him too.

  Then ice. But—

  No. Pain.

  The ice flared into agony, and he staggered and gasped, twisting to face the hall behind him. The ceiling swooped over him as he fell on his ass.

  Shit.

  Emerging out of the dark, an amorphous shape thickened, solidifying as it bore down on him. He flipped over and scrambled up. Something hit him in the back and flattened him into the carpet. Strong. Too strong. A vampire. Hot breath fanned across his neck as hands grabbed his wrists and held him pressed to the floor. He bucked up, dislodging his assailant. The vampire fell with an oomph.

  Zev ran.

  The walls wobbled, and he threw out his arms. The fire in his side banked, and cold prickled him like tiny tickling fingers instead, making his skin erupt in goosebumps.

  “Stop.”

  The voice was gravely and distant, but he faltered, his fingers brushing the wall, nails dragging across the stones as he slowed. The light and the staircase receded.

  “Stop-op-op.”

  The word spun in his head. His knees weakened the moment he went still, then an arm went around his waist, and he spun into the dark, and the arm disappeared.

  “Who’s there?” he rasped. The spinning walls blinded him. Shadow and rock whipped around him. “Tell me. I command you!”

  His roar spun too. Useless. Splintering and flying into the dark. But then… a shape. He struck out and sank his fist into something solid. Another hot breath hit him in the face.

  “Sire!”

  “Zev!”

  He flung his arm out and a hand caught it. “It’s us. Moss and Uriah.”

  His breath left him in a wheezy gasp, and he sank into Moss’s arms.

  “Are you hurt?”

  “I-I don’t know.”

  “You’re bleeding.”

  Was he?

  Moss led him away. His legs wobbled, but he stayed upright. The stairwell appeared, a daunting stretch that seemed to go forever, and he stopped, dragging Moss back with him.

  “Can you make it?” Moss asked.

  He nodded. “I think so.”

  Moss lifted his arm, bent at the elbow. “Take it.”

  He climbed, holding onto Moss and frowning at the look of curiosity in Moss’s eyes. At the top of the stairs, a group had gathered. Vampires. Were they waiting for him to fall? Waiting to pounce?

  “Get back,” Moss said, adding, “Not you,” worry replacing his curiosity when Zev fell back a step.

  “That’s a spell,” came a voice from in back.

  Camiel. He gazed at them through hooded eyes.

  “He’s wounded,” said Moss.

  “It’s still
a spell.”

  “Get back to your rooms, everyone.” Otto had appeared and advanced on the wary vampires. They backed away. “Stay in your rooms until I tell you you can leave.”

  Somebody hissed until Uriah stepped to Otto’s side.

  The upper hallway cleared, and Moss tugged on Zev’s arm. “Come.”

  He moved again, one foot in front of the other.

  Behind him, Otto said, “You. Lock the doors. Nobody in or out. Uriah, make sure nobody leaves their rooms. I’ll check downstairs.”

  Zev followed Moss’s gaze, as though he needed it to see by, and a part of him was bewildered by this and by the stare Moss gave Uriah. A hard glitter flashed in Uriah’s eyes, but he dipped his chin before he turned away. What was he afraid of?

  Because under the hardness had been fear. But Zev had no time to think. He followed Moss’s pull on his arm.

  “You met with Essie today,” Moss said. “Was she content?”

  “Yes.” But then he laughed, causing a stitch in his side where his blood still seeped out of the wound. “Essie is always content, and too old to stab me.”

  “I doubt she’d be working alone.”

  “Yair? Yair likes me.”

  “Oh?”

  “Eilelia, our neighbor, likes me too. Maybe it’s her. They want to be married to a king. Not me, just… a king.” His mouth worked and words came out, though he really only wanted to lie down and not talk at all.

  “Did you see anybody?”

  “A shadow. A vampire.”

  “How do you know?”

  “He was strong.”

  “You’re wounded, Zev. We can’t rule out anyone.”

  His blood rushed like a cyclone, dashing the clouds in his head. Emek?

  Then the door to his room flew open, and Justin rushed out. He took the hem of Zev’s shirt and lifted it. “Let’s get this off you.”

  The shirt stuck to his wound, and he hissed angrily and pulled away.

  “Stop,” said Moss.

  The command rolled through him like a blow, and he froze and stared through the door to his bedroom. When Justin got his shirt loose, he broke free of Moss’s grip and fell with a sigh onto his bed.