by Eden Bradley
She shook her head. “No. It simply feels that way to me. Sacred. A bit above me maybe.” She stopped, stared into his bottomless dark eyes, her heart hammering in her chest. “You feel that way to me.”
“Ah, Nissa. My girl…”
He could not believe this girl. She was so damn beautiful. So wide open to him. They’d taken other girls before, of course, but never, in his human life or in the years of his existence as a vampire, had he found anyone else like her. She was different. He didn’t know why.
But she was squirming on him, her naked flesh pressing into his, and he didn’t want to think anymore. His cock was coming up hard, pressing into her belly. That wasn’t where he needed it to be.
“Nissa,” he whispered into her neck as he pulled her down harder against him. “I am going to fuck you now.”
“Oh, yes please.”
He laughed with the pure joy this girl brought him. Then he reached down and guided his rigid cock between her sweet thighs, up against that wet and waiting hole. Her soft moan made him shiver, pleasure driving into him as he pressed the head of his cock to her entrance, her hot, soft pussy lips against his rigid flesh exquisite.
“Now, Nissa.”
He gave one rough, driving thrust, burying himself deep inside her. Loved it when her body arched hard against him, when she cried out his name. He pulled back, desire a hard, scraping need in his belly. He began to really fuck her, his hands holding her hips, moving her up and down on his body, plunging deep. He loved the ecstasy on her face, her wild green eyes, her pink lips parted. He ground into her, felt her lovely, hot pussy clench around his cock. Felt her pleasure as though it were his own as she began to come.
“Hex! Oh God…”
Tears streaming down her face as she came, a lovely blush rising on her perfect, full breasts, her nipples dark red, swollen. And still he thrust into her soft body. Still she came. He was shaking with pleasure, hard waves of it as he tuned into her climax, felt the thrumming sensations pouring through her body. And he saw in that oddly shadowed way the images and thoughts in her mind, and was shocked to find the only thing there was him.
Potent, insistent, dizzying.
There was power in this girl. But he couldn’t think of it. Her sensations were joining with his own, with the feel of her tight pussy wrapped around his pulsing cock. He was going to come at any moment.
He pulled her wrist to his lips, whispered, “Nissa,” before sinking his teeth in.
She screamed with pleasure as he drank from her, her blood sweet on his tongue, like nectar, and with her blood he drank in her energy, her orgasm. And his own climax rolling over him, like the waves of the ocean—that keen, that powerful.
She was bucking against him, milking his cock, milking his climax, making it her own, until he no longer knew where hers ended and his began. They were coming together.
They were together.
Nissa opened her eyes to find herself in Hex’s arms, their bodies twined. Aleron was on Hex’s other side, one arm looped over his golden chest. They both slept.
So strange, to see them sleeping. She knew vampires slept, mostly during the daylight hours, being nocturnal by nature. But it was incredible to see them like this, their power banked, slumbering, as they did. This was her fifth day with them—or was it her seventh? Her tenth? She’d lost track. Time had ceased to matter after that very first night. And they had never ceased to amaze her, in every way.
The days and nights had gone by in a blur of naked flesh, the scent of sex, the taste of their flawless skin on her tongue, the overpowering sensation of them taking her blood in the Seeking Kiss, over and over. They had fed her, massaged her, bathed her, all with the greatest care. It was wonderful. Surreal.
She watched them, their slow, even breaths causing their chests to rise and fall. Their faces were incredibly beautiful in the late-afternoon sunlight. It caught at the tips of their lashes, Hex’s thick and black, tipped with blue fire, Aleron’s pale gold. The sheets were gathered around their waists, and she thought once more how different they were, how gorgeous the contrast. She loved to see them touch each other. That moment when she’d come upon them at the Midnight Playground, naked and entangled, had been one of the most erotic moments of her life. Until they’d invited her to join them.
But now, something had changed. Her body craved Aleron’s touch. But her heart yearned for Hex.
He’d told her that first morning he felt it too. But did that mean he was simply aware of her need, or that he shared it?
And who was she, a mere mortal woman, someone they’d just met, to think of taking Hex from Aleron?
She groaned, turning onto her back to stare at the play of light and shadow on the ornate ceiling high overhead. She’d never really been afraid of anything in her life, but she was scared now, absolutely overwhelmed. Not by being with the vampires. No, that was her every erotic dream come to life. What scared her was what she was feeling for Hex, and how quickly it had happened.
She didn’t believe in soul mates or any of that nonsense, and that wasn’t what was happening here. But something was, something powerful. Maybe it was nothing more than the intensity of the vampires, of sex with them, simply being with them. And it would be perfectly natural for her—for anyone—to crave one more than the other.
Maybe she needed to stop questioning everything and simply bask in the fulfillment of her desires, of desires she’d never even known she had.
Hex.
She turned and found his gaze on her.
“Are you all right, Nissa?” he asked quietly.
“What? Yes. Just thinking.”
“Too much perhaps?”
“Perhaps.” She smiled, and he smiled back, and once more she could not get over the pure beauty of his face.
“I understand, you know. I remember how it feels to be human in the presence of a vampire. To feel awed by everything. And I’ll tell you, I am in awe even now, being with Aleron, being a vampire myself. I still cannot comprehend the eternity of my own existence. But it’s also amazing. Beautiful.”
“Maybe we’re not meant to understand it.”
“I think Aleron understands much more than I do. He’s had more time to think about it, to get used to the idea. Even my ten years is nothing to such a creature. It’s nothing to me now.”
“Does it ever…frighten you? To know there is no end, ever?”
“The only thing that makes me afraid is the idea of being alone in this long life. But I have Aleron. And he’d never leave me. I know that.”
Nissa’s heart stuttered in her chest. No, they would never leave each other. Where, then, did that leave her?
Hex reached out and stroked her cheek. “Nissa,” he whispered, “I want you with us. You know that.”
“But does he? Will he have me?”
Damn it, why were tears pricking at her eyes? She never cried. Never.
Hex wiped at her eye with his thumb, watching her, his dark gaze gleaming, intense, as he brought his thumb to his lips and kissed her tears from his skin.
She was shivering all over, with need, with emotion.
Aleron rose then, sitting up to look at her. He took Hex’s hand in his own, kissed his still-damp thumb. “Don’t cry, Nissa. There’s no need. I want you. I want you both.”
He leaned over Hex and pulled Nissa over Hex’s body and into his own arms, and she felt soothed and surprised at how incredibly turned on she was amidst her tears. And as Aleron began to kiss her neck, his soft, strong lips moving down her throat, over her breasts, her nipples came up hard. Hex was stroking her thighs with gentle hands. Her sex grew damp with wanting as Aleron’s cock hardened beneath her buttocks, pushing between them.
“I need you both,” Aleron said, his voice low, his French accent thick.
He picked Nissa up, as though she were nothing in his strong arms, and he held her on his lap with her back to his hard chest, holding her thighs apart until she was spread wide open.
“So b
eautiful,” Hex murmured, his gaze on her open sex.
Aleron’s hands came around to slide between her legs, his fingers going to work on her aching clit while Hex leaned in to stroke her body with his tongue, long, silky strokes over her stomach, swirling at the undersides of her full breasts. And one hand curled behind her so he could take Aleron’s cock in his fist. She could feel the rhythm of him stroking against her back, and pleasure swarmed her system—her own, Aleron’s, Hex’s unmet need. She glanced down to see his engorged cock, golden and purple at the swollen head. She licked her lips.
“Hex, please…”
“Please what, my beautiful girl?”
“Let me take you in my mouth.”
“Ah, yes…”
He moved, straddling her on his knees, raised his hips, helped guide her hands to his strong buttocks. And she swallowed once before taking that luscious tip into her mouth.
His flesh was sweet, and she licked at the pearly drop on the plump head, swirled her tongue, shivering at his groans while Aleron pushed his fingers inside her. She felt beautifully impaled, arching her hips into Aleron’s hands, sucking Hex’s cock deep into her throat.
She needed more.
Hex bucked into her mouth, his hands going to her nipples and pinching. She moaned around his thick shaft, sucking him deeper, until her eyes watered. Her clit was on fire with desire as Aleron plunged his fingers in and out of her, flicked at her swollen clitoris. And still it wasn’t enough.
“I know what you need,” Aleron told her.
Once more he shifted her body, Hex’s lovely cock slipping from her lips, and she felt momentarily empty, bereft.
“Do it, Hex,” Aleron instructed.
Then Hex’s hand was between her thighs, his fingers sliding in her juices. Desire was a trembling rumble deep in her body, and she gave herself over to it, to whatever they would do with her as his dark gaze bored into hers.
Hex moved his hand back and forth, over her wet slit, then farther back, between her ass cheeks, his fingers, wet with her desire, making small circles around her anus.
“You’ve done this before?” he asked her, sliding the tip of one finger inside.
She gasped. “Yes.”
“And did you enjoy it?” Hex pushed his finger in a bit deeper, desire spreading deep into her belly, her pussy, her ass, pulsing.
“Yes.”
“And do you want this now, Nissa?”
“Oh, yes…”
She ground her ass onto his seeking hand, taking his finger into her.
She heard Aleron’s low laugh, saw Hex’s smile.
“Then you shall have it,” Aleron whispered, his breath warm on the back of her neck.
He lifted her once more, and she felt Hex’s finger slipping from her, then Aleron’s cock pressing at the entrance to her ass. Her body clenched in anticipation, but it was all exquisite yearning.
“Please…”
Hex’s hands slid under her ass cheeks, holding her open for Aleron’s cock. He slipped just the tip into that tight hole, and pleasure poured through her, skittered over her skin like fire, hot and hungry. She was shivering all over with need.
“Aleron…”
He pushed in another fraction of an inch. “For you, Nissa,” he said, his voice a ragged pant.
“Please, more,” she whimpered.
He moved deeper, slowly, his cock pushing past that first tight ring of muscle. It burned a little. But it felt so good, she could barely hold still, could barely keep herself from plunging down onto his stiff cock.
Aleron began to move, the smallest motion of his hips, but each thrust driving deeper into her body. Pleasure was hot and liquid, in her ass, in her aching, needy pussy. He pushed in, farther and farther, until she felt his body tight against hers, and knew he was as deep as he could go. She was trembling, his cock buried in her ass, filling her, his hot breath on her neck. And Hex’s beautiful face watching them, sharp with lust, making it all more intense.
It was still not enough.
Hex leaned over her, his lips inches from hers. “Ah, don’t worry, our little Nissa. We have you,” he told her, pushing her back onto Aleron’s chest and spreading her thighs.
Hex kneeled between her legs, pulling them over his, and Aleron’s cock shifted inside her, seeming to fill her even more, making her gasp. They were a tangle of legs, Aleron’s beneath hers, and Hex’s knees on either side of his. Hex held onto her, his gaze on hers.
“Do you like Aleron’s cock in your ass, Nissa?”
“Yes…yes.”
Aleron gave a small thrust, carrying waves of pleasure deep into her body.
“But you’d like it better if I were inside you, too, wouldn’t you? Isn’t that what you crave?”
“Yes, please!”
Aleron’s arm snaked around her waist then, reaching out to grasp Hex’s golden cock, and Hex moaned softly, his gaze never leaving Nissa’s face. He was so damn beautiful, his features twisted in pleasure. She could hardly bear to look at him. But she wanted him inside her even more.
Hex was pumping his cock into Aleron’s hand, and Aleron was moving in her ass, small, lovely thrusts of his long cock. Everything ached with need, with pleasure—her ass, her soaking pussy, her breasts.
“I need you, Hex. Fuck me.”
He took Aleron’s hand from his cock, smiled as he kissed the pale wrist. And with the other hand he parted her pussy lips and slipped his swollen cock inside.
She gasped, pleasure driving hard into her, so intense she was momentarily blinded, her mind going numb. It was too much, Aleron in her ass, pushing, pushing, and Hex’s cock in her pussy. She was coming already, clenching all over, pleasure like glass, shards of it ripping through her body.
“Nissa, look at me,” Hex commanded, and somehow through those first wild waves of climax she heard him.
She opened her eyes, and Hex grabbed her face, forced her to watch him. Her climax built, spiraled, her mind spinning with kaleidoscopic colors. And still they pumped into her, ass and pussy, filled and fulfilled. Hex’s gaze on her, until she could see inside him, feel his pleasure, and through him, Aleron’s. She was with them, inside them as much as they were inside her body, cock and ass and pussy all throbbing, pulsing, with indescribable pleasure.
When Hex bit into Aleron’s wrist, the vampire called out in pleasure, in pain, and she felt it, too, as though Hex were drinking her blood. Her mind filled with the deep scarlet of the blood, and it was beautiful and shining like a garnet in the light of a summer moon. And she saw in small glimmering flashes a thousand nights—women and men, writhing bodies, silk corsets, velvet brocade. Grass sparkling with dew in the French countryside, a castle with ancient walls made of even more ancient stone, horses running, their muscles working beneath their fur.
She floated, went deeper, heard the beating of a human heart, saw a lovely face, heart-shaped beneath her veil of curling auburn hair. She saw Aleron’s pale hand reaching out for her, cupping her cheek. She saw his brilliant blue eyes reflected in the woman’s soft, gray gaze. She saw love. And then, as though watching a film in fast-forward, she saw the woman aging, her hair going gray, her features softened by years, her face against a pile of snowy pillows. And then she was gone. And she felt the grief of more than a hundred years gone past.
Her own heart broke, tears gathering in her blinded eyes, and all was black once more.
Chapter Five
Hex watched her, waiting for her to wake up. She’d been out nearly three hours.
He hadn’t meant to show her Aleron’s private sorrow. He hadn’t meant to see it himself. He’d known for years, since the first time Aleron had shown him, and there had been no need for words between them. He’d understood how Aleron had loved, and what he’d lost. He’d understood that he would never be to Aleron what she had been, and that was fine for him. He didn’t need that. Not from Aleron.
But Nissa…
Everything was different with Nissa already. It didn’t matter
that he’d known her for only a handful of days. Time was different than it had been during his human years. But even then, he would know.
He loved her.
Aleron adored her, even loved her. But not in the same all-consuming way. Not as though he would die for her, if he could.
He reached out and touched the tips of her long, black lashes. They were silky against his fingertips, making him smile. He loved the fiery green of her eyes, so sharp and full of intelligence and life. She wanted so acutely. There was a passion in her unlike any he’d ever come across before. And it made him feel his own more profoundly.
From somewhere in the distance, sirens wailed, as they did so often in London. He half hoped the sound would wake her. He wanted to see her, talk with her, touch her, fuck her again. And again and again. But she was too purely pretty like this. Sleeping. Innocent.
He moved his hand lower, brushed her full, pink bottom lip, then the delicate line of her jaw. Yes, so beautiful.
He sensed Aleron coming into the room, and turned to find him in the doorway. Naked. As beautiful as Nissa, yet in such a different way.
“Hex.” Aleron’s voice was soft. “She sleeps still?”
“Yes, and she’s deep into it. She won’t wake for some time, I think.”
“Good. I need you for a while.”
Hex raised a brow in question, but saw how hard Aleron’s cock grew between his lean thighs. His own filled with need. He rose from the bed, as naked as Aleron was.
They came together in the middle of the room, and Aleron pushed him back with strong hands, until he was against the wall. Aleron slid down, kneeling on the floor in front of him, and took his cock into his mouth.
Hex moaned, pleasure rising, his cock hardening. And Aleron’s sleek mouth was moving up and down on him, sucking, his tongue drawing over the head. So damn good, that powerful mouth. His balls tightened, drew closer to his body, and his hands went to Aleron’s shoulders, hard as stone, yet the skin as soft and smooth as polished wood.
