by Kaia Bennett
Good. I hope you have that look on your face when I kill you.
I blinked and turned my stare from Vaughn’s face. I could have been Vaughn’s twin, my thoughts all blood, sex, and vengeance. I didn’t know which of us had voiced the murderous thought. But I knew I could almost climax thinking of Vaughn’s life bleeding out into my hands.
Liam stepped forward with a bloody grin as he fondled his shorter, thicker cock to painful hardness. We both gasped when he squeezed the glistening tip, feeling delicious friction as one body.
About fucking time I got inside you. Liam’s voice echoed in my head. I grimaced, thinking back to Vaughn’s taunt in the farmhouse. I didn’t want to be a ride they shared and compared notes on. I wanted to be a person again, someone who could say no. I wanted to be a girl who controlled her emotions and body, autonomous and whole.
Yet, my mouth watered. I craved Liam’s taste on my tongue as much as he craved the sloppy suction of my mouth. I wanted his seed bursting on my tongue, his salt and his sweetness sliding down my throat.
He shoved into my mouth and fucked me so fiercely I bit him. He moaned even as the jagged pain hit us both so hard we pulled away from each other.
Baby vampires….
The words echoing through my mind weren’t my own, but Jesse’s amusement at Liam’s eagerness. He found my choking and sputtering funny and I curled my hands into fists, aching to slap the smile off his face.
“Fuck, yeah. Hurt me, baby.” Liam gripped my face so hard my ears rang. “I like a bitch with fight in her.” I tasted Liam’s blood mixed with sweet and salty pearls of pre-come. I felt his flesh heal against my tongue, braiding into unblemished skin once more as I licked him. I stared at Liam’s face, horrified by his amusement. If I bit off his cock, would the appendage grow back?
Liam thrust into my mouth, his jackhammer pace pushing him over the edge.
“Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh… shit!”
The sweet splash of viscous fluid hit my tongue, spurt after spurt washing down my throat and spiraling into my belly.
I whimpered when he took himself out of my mouth. My neglected pussy blazed with the need for friction, as my mind finally accepted the truth. Despite everything I experienced through my links using vampire blood, I felt empty. Despite the visceral strength of my abilities, I still needed a good hard fuck. If I didn’t get one soon I thought I might burst into flames.
Jesse took Liam’s place, grinning like he’d won some game I hadn’t known we were playing. I realized my hips were pumping. My eyes filled with tears, but my voice rang with authority when I stared up at him.
“Let my hands go.”
Is that really my voice?
My husky words echoed. I hadn’t pleaded, I’d commanded, and my command intrigued him. He released my wrists. I dug my nails into my thigh, determined not to touch myself while I tried to tame Jesse’s girth with the other.
God, my body shook with desire, with bloodlust. I could taste the hunt on their tongues as if I’d been the one to make the kills. I could feel Vaughn and Liam’s seed burning within in me and I wanted Jesse’s essence to join his brothers’. I wanted that moment of sweet surrender I’d caught a glimpse of the first time I rode his mind in the motel.
“Suck on the tip,” Jesse commanded. I did as he asked, drawing nectar out of him. He tasted sweeter than anything or anyone I’d ever tasted, dominating my senses and wiping out everything that came before.
Michelle stirred on the hard ground. My gaze darted to her wet, half naked body as she struggled back to consciousness.
“You two can have that one.” Jesse waved off Liam and Vaughn. Already hardening to the task, they stalked toward a startled Michelle, who screamed when she saw Colin’s dead eyes staring back at her.
“No!” I pushed past them and ran to sink to my knees in front of Michelle. “That’s enough, she’s had enough.”
Behind me, Michelle sobbed. “Colin….” I felt her crawling behind me, towards his corpse, but I reached behind me and seized her wrist. I grew still when she clutched my hand and squeezed my fingers.
“You don’t get to decide when we’re done feeding, bitch. We take what we want remember?” Vaughn stepped forward with purpose.
Jesse stroked his cock, staring at me like he was considering my request.
“Please, Jesse. We don’t have to torture her anymore. I did what you wanted.” I stared at Vaughn. “You said you wouldn’t hurt her!”
“No. I said I’d hurt the boyfriend instead. I’m done hurting him now.” Vaughn tilted his head to catch sight of the girl behind me. “It’s her turn.” He waggled his fingers at her as if to say “hi”. She sobbed and huddled closer to me.
I saw visions of Anna, Liam’s murdered girlfriend, and myself at Vaughn’s mercy. Long, drawn out slaughters. I knew they would kill her, but death would be a blessing when they’d finished with her.
“N-no. You can’t.”
“How noble.” Jesse’s droll tone didn’t match his vicious stare. “You wanna die in her place?”
Liam licked his lips at Jesse’s words. Whatever Liam had planned for Michelle had transferred to me, in Liam’s mind.
They’d hurt Michelle. Their bloodlust thumped in my veins, hardly sated. I could feel her tears on my tongue and almost taste her screams. I squeezed her fingers and she laced hers through mine.
“Get out of the way or take her place, Evie. Your choice.” Jesse jerked his chin in Vaughn’s direction.
Vaughn grinned and raced for me. He grabbed my upper arms and lifted me, teeth snapping in front of my face like a rabid dog’s. He threw me against the wall and I cried out tumbling to my knees. He yanked me up so hard by hair, I thought he’d rip a clump my scalp.
I cried out in terror when he twisted my neck to the side, readying me for his bite, the first of many if the blood-soaked images in his mind became reality.
“I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die!” I clawed the air.
I made the choice in less than a second.
Michelle’s life for mine.
Another ghost. Another dead girl standing between me and an afterlife I prayed didn’t exist. I had no doubt I’d wind up in hell for my complicity, for aiding killers and worst of all, for being weak.
Every breath is stolen, but I want to live.
I lowered my head in shame when Vaughn dropped me and stalked to Michelle.
“I’m sorry.” I turned to face her and whispered, “I’m so sorry.”
I crawled away from her as they descended.
Every heartbeat is a betrayal, but I don’t want to die.
Her screams echoed off the cave walls. I plugged my ears, dying to block the beginning of their worst kill. I was terrified and selfish.
And ravenous.
13
We drove away from the hunt to the wail of music and the grunts of Jesse shoving my head into his lap. He impaled my mouth with his cock, picking up where he’d left off before I’d proven myself a coward.
He wanted to linger on the precipice of eruption, sidle up to ecstasy then push me away again. I felt Jesse testing his resolve the way he tested the slickness between my thighs. He shoved my legs wide, until the tendons in my thighs stood out in stark relief, and plundered his stolen treasure. My moans thrummed around his swollen shaft but my fear of what came next made me tremble.
I can’t wait till our next stop.
Jesse meant he couldn’t wait for this hunt, and to use my body when I could suffer the damage.
I want to live. But not like this. God, not like this. Don’t let them use me like this.
We pulled up to the motel, the red lights of the sign reminding me of the cave and the ruby illumination of death.
I can’t do this.
I knew the price I paid for living would be steep, that Jesse would share me. I’d seen the anticipation in Liam’s eyes, the grim concentration in Vaughn’s. I knew all the vampire blood and come in my body had been fuel for the machine I’d bec
ome. Kelsey and her friends had been appetizers. Witch blood had been the main course all along.
I can do this and I will. The beast approached, licking her chops, as the doors swung open and cool night air flooded the vehicle. You’ll fuck them all, drink them all. You’ll grow strong and you will live to fight another day.
I had no time to right myself before Jesse hopped out, pulling me out of the back seat with ease and tossing me over his shoulder. A palm cracked against my ass. I yelped, not sure who the hand belonged to. I lifted my head. In the distance, trees beckoned, the woods sprawling out before me. I longed to fade into the trees, envisioning the leaves and bark concealing me as I ran. I longed to run straight into the past, to right the wrongs of that first night, to run faster, harder, to reach my car and swerve away from darkness and death.
Or to hold Manny tight and say “I’m sorry I’m being so strange. Let’s go back to the party.” I would’ve stayed with him in the glow of firelight and pretended. I would’ve spent the rest of my life pretending, given a chance to do things over. Instead, I’d run straight into a horrible truth.
I wasn’t human, but I’d proven myself to be a coward.
All movement halted and I heard someone heaving. The acrid smell of vomit assaulted me.
“Holy shit!” Panic tinged Vaughn’s cry.
Jesse set me down, and when I peered over Jesse’s shoulder spied Vaughn and Liam, scrambling away, staring in muted horror. I saw nothing but a sick man heaving and shuddering against the wall. He must’ve stumbled out of his room to throw up and collapsed like a sack of flour against the door.
“You think he’s got—?”
“Call the front desk.” Jesse voice held a somber tone I’d never heard from him before. “Let them know they got a quarantine on their hands.”
I took a step back myself. “Quarantine for what?”
“Fucking V-Sep.” I doubted Vaughn’s response was in answer to my question He turned wide eyes on Jesse. “You don’t think…?”
I turned to Vaughn in confusion. I had no idea what he’d referred to, but I never thought I’d hear a creature as strong as him ask about an outbreak.
“What’s that? What’s V-Sep?”
Something to fear, judging from the look on Vaughn’s face and the speed with which Liam ran to the room to make the call.
The man wailed and turned his face up to the night sky. Even given the dim illumination, I saw black veins crawling over every inch of bare skin, and black gunk coating his mouth. He rolled his head toward Jesse, gaze black and mournful. The tears streaking his checks looked like runny ink.
“Inside, witch. Now.” Vaughn dragged me toward our room, while Jesse stared at the man. The wind kicked up his long hair and brought the scent of death to my nostrils.
The truth hit me like a thunderbolt.
The man writhing in pain had to be a vampire. That meant V-Sep—or whatever they called it—had to be deadly to vampires.
I packed that information away for later, stumbling into the room to find Liam undressing. Jesse still hadn’t joined us when I turned to meet Vaughn’s gaze. I imagined each of my captors convulsing in agony as black veins and blood attacked their bodies from the inside out. I made no effort to hide my smile
“Strip.”
Vaughn’s order was for show. I had a jacket and a torn dress to take off, plus my boots, nothing more. He could have ripped them off me, but I sensed this would be how he tried to break me tonight. He’d make me do the things that made me sick of my own accord. Any glint of disobedience would be met with violence and reminders that I’d chosen this fate.
I’ll show you just how much you want it, witch.
I peeled off my jacket, tugged my ruined dress over my head. Then I toed off my boots and stood naked before Vaughn, watching him strip like an exotic dancer. The air stirred as men disrobed. Their masculine scent teased my nostrils like their lingering taste teased my tongue.
Vaughn grabbed me by the hair and dragged me towards the bed he shared with Liam. He twisted me to face him while he took a seat on the edge of the mattress.
“Sit on it.”
He stroked his dick with his free hand and released my hair to smack me on the ass when I hesitated.
I placed one knee, and then the other, alongside his thighs. Though I loathed touching him, I had to wrap my arms around his upright shoulders to keep from falling. I couldn’t stop my nipples from brushing his chest or my stomach from sliding against his tight abs. I straddled him and stared into nothingness beyond his face. Inch by inch I lowered myself until the entrance to my core touched the smooth head of his cock.
“All the way.” Vaughn gripped my chin and turned my gaze to meet his. I gasped as my body swallowed the bulbous flesh, painting Vaughn’s cock with my juices as I worked him inside me. When my hips nestled his, I struggled to steady my breath.
“Up.” He smacked my ass like he would a horse he’d set to gallop.
I squeezed and lifted my hips. A shot of arousal thrilled me. My stomach clenched.
“Down.”
I couldn’t help the moan that escaped as I settled on the base of Vaughn’s shaft.
“Let me see you move these hips, slut. Put in some work.”
I’d never had to fuck someone I hated with all-consuming fire. He wanted a porn star riding him like a rodeo bull and I wanted to do the barest of movement. But that wouldn’t get me through this night—or any other. He wanted me willing. He wanted me screaming for him, for more of him. He wanted everything from me. Rummaging around in his mind in the caves showed me Vaughn’s needs. As much as I hated Vaughn, that was how much he hated and wanted me.
I don’t know who I shocked more when I wrapped my arms around Vaughn’s neck. I leaned in, licked Vaughn’s supercilious lips and thrust my hips against his. As he penetrated my body, I penetrated his mouth, creating some mystical loop that let me intuit what he needed from me. Energy in, energy out.
You want my blood, but it terrifies you.
He heard my thought, I knew he did. When I parted from his lips, still rocking my hips against his, I met his hooded and hungry gaze. He palmed my breasts and I knew one of his favorite places to bite had caught his eye.
No tricks. No lies. I want to live.
His eyes bloomed, black and brooding. His teeth grew.
I’ll make you feel amazing.
I tilted my head back—unable to watch—and cried out as he sank his fangs into my right breast. He wrapped his arms around me and held fast. I flexed my pussy around his cock, milking him even as he milked me.
I closed my eyes, rifled through his twisted mind for something I could use. I saw the flashes of pain that made my blood curdle, but I also saw a lingering shadow beyond the need to hurt. He wanted someone who desired the pain, who could withstand him even as he worked to break body and mind. He wanted someone who could dish out the pain as well as they took. With Vaughn’s mouth against mine, smothering my moans with his own while I rode him, I latched onto the things that brought him pleasure, the fantasies that spurred him toward bliss., Rivers of blood and endurance for pain. And me, crying out his name like a prayer.
When I opened my eyes, we began moving against each other in earnest, our shared vision of torment and ecstasy propelling us into orgasm like a speeding train. Vaughn’s thumb caressed my clit the way I liked—did he rip that from my mind while I picked through his?—I returned the favor, plucking the fact that he wanted me to sink my teeth into his shoulder. Biting Vaughn was violence I was only too glad to offer. I embedded my nails in the meat of his back and, in return, he gripped my ass. He forced me harder and faster onto his cock as he read my approaching climax.
“Vaughn!” He pulled me close as I came, growling unintelligible words in my ear while he fucked my limp and shuddering body. The brief respite should’ve been welcome when Vaughn wrenched me from his lap and hurled me onto the bed. Instead, I ached for more. Reading my wordless ache, his lips twisted in victory.
You want me, witch.
“No.” I needed to resist, to remember Vaughn had twisted my desires to make them like his own. I didn’t truly want him. I couldn’t.
I’m gonna spend all night proving it. If Jesse weren’t here…
He’d spend all night breaking me and putting me back together again. I could taste the fantasy, my screams on his tongue sweet as wine.
I forced open limp eyelids, to see Liam walking around the bed. Liam stroked his thick shaft, the head a bruised and angry purple. My mouth watered, but for the moment, I had no time to give into shame. I had work to do, a position to secure.
I want to live.
Vaughn lifted my legs, shoving my knees into my chest so he could pound my pussy with relentless vigor, while Liam towered over my upside-down head. I reached for his cock, fondled his balls. My other hand twisted in the sheets at Vaughn’s sharp strokes. The squelching sounds of my wet cunt over his shaft made my nipples and clit painful points of lust.
I reached around to cup Liam’s firm ass in my greedy hands, and opened my mouth, luring him down my throat with the promise of pleasure and pain.
“Fuck me. Fuck me.” Liam’s cock drowned out my chant, but not my trance-like desire. He fucked my mouth, palmed my breasts, and smeared my skin with my blood while Vaughn rode me like an animal. Liam licked my blood off his fingers, then leaned towards Vaughn, who slowed his pace long enough to kiss Liam. They swirled my blood across each others’ tongue, sharing a bloody tryst with lips and tongues, and then huge grins when they parted.
Vaughn hadn’t come when he pulled out of me. He wanted to twist me around in as many ways as he could before the crescendo. He flipped me over on my hands and knees. I sensed something building, the frenzy in the air intensifying with our desire. I’d been cornered by their need masquerading as my own. When Liam jammed his cock into the back of my throat I wanted more. When Vaughn spit on the puckered entrance to my ass and shoved his thumb inside while he rammed my pussy, I needed more. Skewered on cock and near fainting with the pleasure, I cried out in my mind. More, more, more!
