Mystic Realms: A Limited Edition Collection

by Nicole Morgan

  Chapter Seven

  He’d almost had her, Zane thought as guilt unlike any he’d ever experienced before swept over him like a suffocating blanket. It must be hell, being on the edge of an orgasm and having it yanked away before she came. Probably worse than hell.

  That’s why they called this torture.

  He could tell, too, by the way Christian frowned he wasn’t being entertained by what needed to be done. He sensed his brother wanted Megan back the way she’d been over forty years ago — innocent, eagerly submissive and passionate in the bedroom. Now she had an air of confidence and defiance about her, and it made him want to dominate her even more. In the bedroom, that was.

  Despite her being in sexual agony, she looked fantastic with her arms strung up, her wrists lashed, her thighs widespread, her ankles tied to prevent her legs from closing. In the old days, she adored these types of sexual sessions, where Zane and Christian would arouse her and take her swiftly. It was why Christian had chosen this particular method. To break down her defenses. To remind her how it had once been between the three of them.

  Maybe to even give her hope they would take her back. Zane frowned at that thought. Would she want to come back to them? Obviously not; that’s why she’d been so elusive. Yes, she’d been their captive bride. Yes, at the beginning the seductions had been forced. It was the way of the Warriors —capturing their females and pleasuring them until they became docile, as their horses.

  A sharp look from Christian had Zane moving the pulse of water from Megan’s lower abdomen up to her right breast. Christian attacked her left nipple with his handheld shower device and Megan mewled and her fangs dropped even longer, making Zane’s own fangs throb in longing answer.

  He watched as she shuddered and writhed, her large plump nipples like tight red rosebuds. Anticipation pounded through him as he awaited Christian’s signal to return to the touching phase. He wanted to take her succulent nipples into his mouth and do naughty things to them with his teeth and tongue.

  While Zane sprayed her with the shower, his gaze was drawn back to her face. She’d always been a natural beauty and even with the plastic surgery she looked attractive. On a shadowy street, he might not have recognized her in passing, but he would have recognized her sexy minx scent. Her intoxicating arousal permeated the air in erotic waves, making Zane groan softly as his entire body tensed in answer.

  “She’s fighting it,” Christian said, distinct dominance lacing his voice. “But can she fight us?” Christian spoke louder. “Can you fight us, Megan? Do you want to fight us? Fight how we make you feel?”

  She said nothing, but her voluptuous body spoke volumes. Her plump lips were parted slightly; her breaths were too forced, as if she were trying not to lose control. Seeing her writhing as she was seemed to arouse his brother. Perhaps he was seeing something about her that Zane wasn’t? Christian always seemed to tune in to her dark side. The need for her to be brought to the edge of her defenses and then taken against her will.

  Maybe that’s why she looked at Christian a bit more intensely than she looked at him. Like Christian was danger, and Zane was her life preserver. She’d looked at Zane that exact same way earlier in the other room, when she’d first noticed he was there. As if he were her life jacket. Her hero. Thinking he’d come to her rescue.

  Having Megan think he would save her, especially under the circumstances, both puzzled and annoyed him. Did she think him simple-minded? That he would wave some magic wand and everything she’d done in the past—running away, these alleged acts of terrorism—would be acceptable? That he forgave all because she considered him the docile male of the two?

  Anger lashed Zane’s senses and he tensed even more, perhaps even entering new territory with these newfound, unnamed emotions. Whatever conflicting feelings he had for her certainly made him want to dominate her even more. To pleasure her more. To get in touch with his dark side and have her dancing in sensual agony on her tiptoes as she did for Christian, her naked body writhing beneath his intimate touches.

  “Don’t fight this,” Christian purred.

  Zane could see the hunger sparkling in his brother’s eyes as he watched Megan. Then Zane turned his gaze back to his mate and watched, looking for whatever Christian seemed to be seeing. And that’s when he saw it. It was in the sweet anguish in the slight twist of her mouth, the exquisite flare of her nostrils and surrender of her body as it trembled beneath the pulses of the water jets.

  “That’s it, Megan. That’s it,” Christian purred.

  She mewled and Zane wished he could remove the blindfold so he could see the lust in her eyes. But he also knew he couldn’t, for keeping the blindfold on was vital to allow her other senses to intensify. To have her dependent on them for her pleasure and subsequent release.

  “Give us a name, Megan. That’s all I ask. A name,” Christian taunted.

  She moaned in answer. It was a sultry moan that caressed Zane’s senses. They dropped the twin jets of water to her lower abdomen again. The tip of her pink tongue peeked out from between those long fangs, giving Zane’s already hard cock another rush of agony. She appeared quite aroused with this sexual torture.

  Christian nodded and they both turned off their water. Zane’s heart pounded with excitement as they moved to the next phase. Gaining her trust.

  Christian sensed more than saw it. Sensed her enter her forbidden fantasies, remembering that morning on the mountainside shortly after they’d captured her. They’d wasted no time in making their intentions clear to her. They wanted her and would take her for their mate. Although she might have thought they were taking her due to the Crystal Cave legend about the runaway females having a dark side to their sensuality, there had been an instant sexual attraction within him the instant he’d picked up her scent in the alpine house. More so when weeks later they picked up her trail after she hadn’t returned from her mate quest.

  He’d smelled Zane’s scent too. Stronger than usual. Powerful. Potent. He’d seen it in Zane’s eyes. The explosion of excitement, the lashes of lust pouring through him as he picked up the pace and followed Christian as they tracked her.

  Now, here with Megan bound and blindfolded, her lush body wet and trembling with an eagerness for them to touch her, Christian sensed she wanted them to take her. To reclaim her.

  Something else zipped through the air from her too. Something he’d never sensed before. A secret. Although he wasn’t gifted with reading minds as Seer and many other vampires were, he did have a gift for sensing. And Megan hid something deep inside her mind.

  Christian judged it had nothing to do with the briefcase found with her upon her recapture. But in his anger, he could have missed it in not paying attention to this particular clue. Nonetheless, she’d left them years ago. Left them for a reason. For her to say she’d been unhappy would have been a lie. She had been very happy. He knew this not because his brother and himself could boast about their pleasuring skills, but due to his own sensing abilities. He’d sensed her contentment with the two of them. That’s why it had come to him as such a shock when Megan disappeared without a trace.

  He sensed that Zane wondered why Christian was hesitating, but he decided to keep his suspicions about her secret to himself. For now.

  He smiled as he gazed upon Megan’s angelic face. Her wet hair tumbled over her shoulders in wet tangles. The pink blindfold was soaked and the tip of her equally pink tongue peeked out sexily from between her plump lips. And her fangs…

  Arousal twisted with lightning speed through Christian’s already tight sac and throbbing cock at the length of the gleaming incisors. So beautiful. So white. So sharp. He couldn’t stop the erotic tremble from zipping through him at the thought of once again experiencing the white-hot pain of those fangs puncturing his flesh in the throes of an orgasm with her.

  Reaching out, he cupped a hand between her widespread legs. Soaked and creamy. A storm of fire and need pulsed against his palm as he found her engorged clit and massaged her w
ith just enough pressure to have her whimpering.

  Oh yes, she liked it when he touched her between her thighs. She liked it even more when without letting go of her pussy, he bent his head, opened his mouth and took a taut red nipple between his lips. She moaned and struggled against her restraints while he sucked her nipple and cupped her other breast, massaging her firm flesh, loving that he once again had her back in his life.

  Megan tried to reassure herself that having Christian’s lips around her nipple, his callused fingers tenderly kneading her breast and his palm making love to her clit, meant nothing to her. Or that Zane, who was slowly removing the butt plug while at the same time erotically massaging the tender area at the small of her back, didn’t shoot a fury of erotic anticipation soaring through her bloodstream, making every inch of her ignite on fire and steal her breath clean out of her lungs.

  Mentally, she tried to prepare herself. To tell herself they were only going to bring her to the edge of bliss and then frustrate her again. On purpose.

  She groaned at that thought. Moaned at the thought of being tortured in such a horrid way.

  “So beautiful,” Zane cooed from behind her as the butt plug fell free of the tight protesting ring of muscles.

  Megan listened intently to the slurping sounds of lube and cried out in excitement as Zane’s long finger tenderly and slowly impaled her ass.

  “So nice and tight,” Zane groaned, his voice thick with arousal.

  “I doubt anyone has taken her back there since us. Am I right, Megan?” Christian’s equally aroused voice said from around her nipple.

  Megan creamed harder at his question. She couldn’t answer him. Couldn’t speak as he inserted her bud back in his hot moist mouth and sucked harsher than earlier.

  Megan shuddered as Zane inserted a second lubed finger into her ass, increasing the pressure. This was quickly followed by the erotic scrape of Zane’s fangs as he caressed first the curve of her right ass cheek and then the left.

  In front of her, Christian deepened the seduction of her sensitized nipple, sucking harder, eating it with pressure, which arrowed breathtaking lightning bolts of need deep inside her vagina. Megan creamed more. Smelled the spicy scent of her arousal. Fever of need burned within her. She yearned for penetration, to be filled by both of them.

  Somewhere in her heady arousal, she became aware of a third finger wedged into her ass, the strong bite of pleasure-pain making her writhe between the two males.

  As Christian switched to her other breast, his moist mouth melted over her other nipple. She didn’t expect the explosion that rocked her senses. Erotic bliss whipped through her like a firestorm being unleashed. Somewhere at the back of her mind, she found an insane part of her chuckle at the thought that this was what happened when you hadn’t been with a male in forty years. And here she had two males.

  Wicked vibrations spiraled a rainbow of colors as Christian left her nipple and his luscious mouth slammed over her lips in a desperate fury she’d not known before.

  The restraints holding her hostage slowly released and someone — she assumed Zane — held her wrists, lowering her arms to her sides.

  Megan’s arms felt heavy, lethargic, but not enough to prevent her from reaching over and wrapping her hands around Christian’s huge straining erection. Slowly, erotically, Zane removed one finger at a time, making Megan gasp into Christian’s mouth. From behind her, Zane reached around and wrapped his hands along her abdomen, easing her against him.

  “Let yourself go. I’ll hold you,” he murmured into her ear.

  Sparks of pain zipped along the side of Megan’s neck as Zane tenderly raked his fangs there, urging her even farther back against him. She inhaled as she felt the broad tip of his plum-shaped cock head, sweetly and liberally lubed, entering her ass. She moaned again into Christian’s intoxicating kiss.

  In response, Christian thrust his tongue into her mouth, shattering her senses. At the same time, Zane entered her, deep and firm, filling her so completely she could barely catch her breath.

  Desperation gripped her and she urged Christian’s cock toward her entrance. He growled, and for a split second she knew she’d go insane if he didn’t penetrate her. And in that frantic second, she swore he asked her to name names as he’d been doing off and on during her torture, and she whispered, “Seer.”

  Another second hung in suspended animation as Megan swore both males tensed, but she must have imagined speaking out for surely if she had, her words would shock them into stopping what they were doing. Surely, they would have, for Seer was too sacred to them, even above their own needs of satisfaction. Surely.

  But then Christian entered her and everything felt right as she once again exploded. The thick crest of his mushroom-shaped head spearing into her, impaling her to the hilt, unleashing a fantastic array of spasms that had her keening.

  Christian continued kissing her, tenderly then fiercely and then tenderly again, until she was breathless.

  The males double penetrated her. Over and over. Pumping and thrusting. Heat and perspiration and warm water mingled along her sensitive skin. Megan swore her orgasms were never-ending, the powerful spasm shattering through her like beautiful shards of colorful crystal.

  Their guttural groans and her sensual cries mingled with the splashing shower as their love juices spilled and spurted into her. Until Megan was sobbing and gasping and simply falling in love with her two mates all over again.

  Damn them for doing this to her again!

  Forty years ago

  Excitement like nothing she’d ever experienced raged through Megan as Seer confirmed Megan’s suspicions. Despite not really wanting to, she’d gone to Seer with the suspicion she might be with child, as per the Warrior Empire’s rules. Before confronting the Kings with a significant surprise, it was recommended to get advice from Seer, or so everyone had informed her over the past several full moons since she’d been brought here.

  Seer. Seer. Seer. Irritation zipped through her excitement and Megan reined in her annoyance. Everything around the castle went through Seer, and it just annoyed her that the female had so much power over Megan’s males. If she was so important, then why in vampires’ heavens hadn’t Christian and Zane taken Seer for their mate, instead of her?

  Not that she was complaining. Far from it. Once she’d gotten over her fear of being hurt by those two well-hung brutes, Megan understood why she hadn’t been able to make up her mind as to which mate to take in her clan. Because she wanted something intriguing in her life, and these Warrior Kings gave it to her in spades.

  “You must tell the Kings of this news. They have taken to the combined bedroom. I am sure they wait for you. But first go to your rooms and dress elaborately for such a joyous occasion.” Seer had directed her to her rooms and before leaving her, Megan noticed the female’s eyes blaze an odd blue, which immediately struck a chill through Megan.

  Something, perhaps a sixth sense, urged Megan to go to her new husbands immediately, but she also wanted to present herself in beautiful attire to break the news. Squelching her anticipation, Megan forced herself to follow Seer’s instruction.

  She took her time getting ready to present herself and her surprise to her mates. Bathing in vanilla-scented warm water. Having her stylist do her hair.

  Megan giggled. She couldn’t believe she had her own stylist who did her hair at her beck and call. Not to mention a dressing maid, who helped her pick her wardrobe and helped dress her on the many occasions she attended for the Warrior Empire.

  Vampire Gods! She couldn’t believe they’d made her their Queen. Okay, so forced her to be their Queen. It was a mere technicality, but secretly she enjoyed being defiant and being forced. She enjoyed teasing her males, pretending to deny them sex, when deep down she craved it. Quivered with such eroticism, she realized she wasn’t a normal female vampire. But that was fine. She was who she was and she knew Christian sensed her dark side. Megan was thankful for that.

  Over time, maybe she w
ould stop fighting them when they came to her bed or summoned her to theirs. But for now, she’d play the captive bride to the hilt.

  “You look ravishing, my Queen,” her maid, a young vampire female, said. “I’m sure the Kings will enjoy peeling the layers off to get to you.”

  And she couldn’t wait for them to do so, too, she commented silently. Outwardly, she merely nodded with indifference.

  “Thank you. You are dismissed for the evening. Please be here in the morning to dress me.”

  The maid curtsied and when she left the bedroom, Megan turned to the full-length mirror.

  She inhaled sharply as a sense of awe washed over her. Contrary to popular belief among humans that vampires couldn’t see their reflection in the mirror, it was all folklore. Rumors set out by vampires themselves to help keep them safe from the persecution they’d endured during the times when humans actually believed vampires were real.

  Thankfully it wasn’t true, or she wouldn’t be able to keep tabs on how her stylist and handmaiden worked. For something so important such as the announcement she wished to make to her mates tonight, she wanted to look her best. Her hairstylist and her maid had outdone themselves.

  She’d chosen a snow-white flowing, hand-embroidered silk gown, which illuminated her breasts and hugged her waist. If she were in the human world, she would look like a bride. But she wasn’t human, she was vampire, female and needing her males fucking her mercilessly tonight. They would be stunned to see her coming to them, for she had always waited to be summoned.

  Tonight she would present her surprise. They would embrace her after hearing her news. Instinct told her this.

  Taking one shuddering breath for courage, Megan turned from the mirror and, padding barefoot from her bedroom, headed down the hallways to the large bedroom the males used when they wished to fuck her together.

  Just outside the door, Megan came to an abrupt halt. She smelled them, both of them. Yet another scent hung in the air. Thick, heavy with arousal. A cinnamon scent. Most definitely a female.