by Teal Ceagh
“So…how old are you?”
Diego shook his head as the scotch fuzzed through it. Vampire metabolism being what it was, the alcohol hit much faster and harder. “’Bout as old as you, gringo.”
“When were you born, then?”
“Fifteen…forty-three. Seville.” He gripped the counter and took a deep breath. “Fuck.” The tension had left his chest.
Blake tilted his head, studying him. “Are you drunk?”
“Yup.”
“Jesus,” Blake breathed.
“But…gimme a minute, ’n I’ll be jus’ peachy.”
“Why bother drinking at all if it only lasts a nanosecond and it makes you feel so bad afterward?” Blake asked. “At least humans get to enjoy it a bit longer.”
“So I can get this out,” Diego said, clutching the counter. He looked at Blake. “Don’t know if I can do this, Blake. Been on my own too long. Y’know? Scared.” He leaned on the counter. “Fuck ’em and leave ’em. Safer that way.” He knew he had to get the rest of it out, before the last of the Dutch courage deserted him. He took a breath. “Need help,” he muttered. He grasped for Blake’s arm. “But don’t tell the elf, ’kay?”
Blake made no move to shift his grip on his arm. “You’re not talking about Sera, are you?”
“Nope.”
“Diego, nothing about this trinity is anyone else’s business. Not a shred moves beyond the three of us. It has to be that way, or we lose our greatest strength as a bonded unit.”
Diego blinked and focused on Blake’s face again. His eyes were serious and very sober. The effects of the scotch were already passing through Diego’s system, leaving just the scotch itself to swirl in his stomach in unaccustomed movement. He rubbed his eyes, bringing things back into focus.
“And you’re sobering up again,” Blake marveled.
“Yes.” Diego swallowed, feeling his stomach protest. “But I said it.” He looked Blake in the eye. “You have to understand. For me, that is an achievement.”
Blake considered it. “Something like listening to what people were doing a few centuries ago without flinching?”
Diego straightened up from the counter. “Yeah but I have four centuries of ingrained habit to scrape off, hunter. You’re not going to crack my shell so easily.” He hurried for the bathroom before his stomach revolted completely.
Sera stepped back out into the main room, feeling beyond nervous. Humans had a name for it. Panic mode.
She walked carefully, for it was her first pair of high heels. And her first pair of nylons. Her first little black dress. Her… There were a lot of firsts on her body and in it. Mia had taken her through a crash course in human female dressing for attention and Seaveth had assured Sera that Mia was the best person to teach her. From the numerous glances males had given Mia as they had walked the halls of the keep, Sera judged Mia knew what she was doing in that regard. And Sera knew she needed that sort of help. She knew nothing of human males and now must bond with one, and a vampire who was once a human and still reacted in similar ways to a human. It was clear that she would need to help ease the process for neither of the men seemed able to move beyond their anger or resentment.
So Sera dressed with care and attention and stepped back out into the main room and sampled the atmosphere and found it surprisingly free of tension. Diego and Blake sat at the table, talking quietly together. Diego looked up first, his instincts alerted to her movement and rose to his feet, his black eyes travelling up and down her body.
“Why?” he asked. “Did you think we would not accept you as elven?”
“I have left that part of me behind today,” she said softly. “This is for me, as much as it is for you.”
Blake crossed to where she stood by the kitchenette, nervously pressing her hands against the hem of her black velvet dress. “You look stunning,” he said simply. “Come and have a drink. Can you drink scotch?”
“I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?” She smiled at him. “Lindál said the only thing he can’t eat here is some takeout foods.”
“I suspect that’s because they’re not really food at all and some people get sick on those, too,” Blake said.
Diego held out a chair for her and she sat, aware that most of her legs were on display. She took a deep swallow of the scotch and licked her lips. “Very nice,” she said and pushed the glass toward Blake. “I would like another one.”
Blake picked up the bottle and poured.
“You’ve got that deer-in-the-headlights look again,” Diego said.
“It’s hardly fair…you two have all these abilities and I keep getting caught by surprise. I’m your basic human male. You know all there is to know about me,” Blake said.
Sera tossed back her scotch. “Not at all,” she said. “Until today I had never met either a vampire or a human. She leaned forward. “You know, I keep looking at your chest. Would you mind…could I touch it?”
For a second, hard throbbing tension touched the room. They all seemed to hold their breaths.
“Sure,” Blake said, trying to sound casual but his voice was husky.
Sera got up and moved around to Blake’s chair and as she turned her back and he saw the back of her dress, Diego drew in his breath. “Oh, man…”
She smiled. The back of the dress dipped down to just above her buttocks, revealing all of her back and only just covering her…ass. Mia, all the way through her frantic preparations, had given Sera human anatomy and sex lessons in happy, carefree and saucy, peppery language that had left Sera both flustered and aroused but she was grateful for the orientation now.
Sera moved around behind Blake and leaned over his chair, aware that Diego was watching her every move and would see her breasts spill forward in the low-cut dress. She brought her face level with Blake’s but didn’t quite touch his cheek. She could hear his breath, a little fast, and smell the scotch. His male scent was so much stronger, this close. She breathed it in. Warm, with an underlying spicy smell.
She brought her hands around to rest them on his chest and spread her fingers out. Heat transmitted through her hands. His flesh felt soft at first which surprised her. But there was an unyielding wall beneath that. She felt his muscles flex as she moved her fingers about his flesh. She stroked the nipples and felt them come erect. It was a lovely sensation, this flesh beneath her hands. She could let the flesh run beneath her fingertips for many days. It had a sensualness that made her fingers tingle and her toes curl. Her nipples tightened and her clitoris throbbed.
She moved her hands lower, to the soft flesh of his abdomen, eager to sample the flesh there.
“God, I can feel your excitement,” Blake said, with a touch of awe in his voice. “How can I be doing that?”
“It’s the bonding,” Diego said softly. His hand was fisted and resting on the table, his black eyes watching them. “I can feel her too.”
Blake’s chest rose more quickly. “Diego, come and help me.”
Sera gave a little moan and spread her hands across Blake’s abdomen, feeling heat, tension and the quiver of his muscles. There was a dusting of fine hair, arrowing down into his trousers. She longed to follow that trail.
Diego’s hands rested on her hips, gently to avoid startling her. “Keep doing what you’re doing,” he told her. “Undo his trousers. You wanted to, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” she murmured.
“Go on,” Blake said. “Follow your instincts.”
Diego’s hands were on her ankles, circling them, stroking them. Fluttering on the inside of her legs and calves. She hadn’t realized that her flesh was so sensitive, so responsive. Even through the silk stockings, he was drawing the most exquisite sensations. Slowly, he advanced up her legs, until he reached the hem of her dress and the ultrasensitive skin on the inside of her thighs.
She shuddered. Her breath was almost a pant, as she fumbled with Blake’s belt buckle and the unfamiliar fastenings on his pants. But at last she had them undone and lowered.
Blake gripped the sides of the chair, watching her. His cock was thick and red, moist with pre-cum, the veins throbbing along the shaft. Sera licked her lips.
Diego whispered in her ear. “You like that, hmmm?”
“Yes.”
His hands on her hips were pulling her ass into his pelvis. She could feel Diego’s cock, hard and straining for release, pushing against her cheeks.
His hands slid up the front of her dress to cup her breasts and she closed her eyes as the wonderful sensations washed through her.
“Look at me,” Blake told her.
She opened her eyes again, gasping. Blake’s gaze drilled into her as Diego’s hands fondled her breasts, toying with them. She moaned at the erotic thrill of it. Then Diego reached up and untied the lacing at the back of her neck. He may have meant to just expose her breasts but because of the design of the dress, it meant the whole dress slipped to the floor, exposing her breasts completely and everything else she wore beneath it.
Sera’s clit began to throb with heavy, pulsing beats and her heart to labor. Her pussy gushed with fluids that soaked through the lacy panties that Mia had insisted she wear.
Blake’s eyes became sleepy, hooded. His hand lifted to his cock and began to stroke, in an absentminded way that made his already hard and red cock twitch. The sight of it made Sera’s body tremble even more.
Diego turned her gently around so that he could look at her. His black eyes seemed to grow even more velvety black and stormy. “You honor us, amor.”
The black stockings were stay-ups, stopping at the top of her thighs and remaining there. She wore the little lace panties and no bra because of the design of the dress but Mia had given her a little diamante jewel to sit inside her navel.
Diego slid a hand behind her head and the other under her back and bent her over in a hard, plundering kiss. His tongue swept into her mouth, deep inside and she felt like it was more than just a kiss, that he was trying to somehow leave his mark.
He lifted her back onto her feet and turned her to face Blake once more. Behind her, as she faced Blake, she could hear Diego undressing and shivered.
Blake sat forward. “Come here,” he said.
She went to him and he kissed her too and this time she tasted scotch and was left with the impression of conflict and raw, overwhelming lust. She responded to the lust, her heart thundering.
Blake’s hands were on her breasts, his fingers playing with the nipples, making her hot.
She leaned forward, to taste the flesh she had found so fascinating to touch with her fingers and swiftly licked her way to his abs, where the skin responded so well to her nibbles and bites and licks. His cock bumped against her chin and she closed her hand upon it.
Blake groaned, his hips jerking.
Sera kneeled and heard Blake’s quick indrawn breath. Diego’s too. She gripped Blake’s cock and slid her tongue up the length of it, from base to tip and tasted salty pre-cum. Blake groaned deeply and his hands dug into her hair.
Diego pushed up against her from behind, his hands on her panty-clad ass. She could feel his fevered heat through his touch and pressed back against him as she enveloped Blake’s cock in her mouth.
“Jesus,” he whispered. He clenched convulsively at her panties and jerked. They ripped away from her with a dull tearing sound.
He made another small sound in his throat, like a man at the nether ends of his control. “She’s wearing a butt plug.”
Blake groaned and his cock jerked in Sera’s mouth. “Oh fuck,” he whispered, as his hands clenched. He came in hard, shooting spasms, hitting the back of her throat and she swallowed automatically, finding the taste interesting. Even arousing.
Even as Blake climaxed, she felt Diego’s cock push at her crowded entrance, his hands on her hips. Dizzy excitement gripped her. She pushed back, encouraging him and the thick head spread her pussy open and nudged its way inside. She gasped, letting Blake go, her head rolling back. Diego inched inside her, past the restriction of the butt plug and she began to tremble long before he was fully inside her, as shivery, delicious excitement spread through her. Her clitoris ached for attention. It throbbed, swollen and neglected.
Diego slowly withdrew again.
“Harder,” she begged. “Faster.”
“Not such a delicate elf maiden, hmm?” he teased and slid his cock back into her.
“Diego, please.”
“Please, what?”
She sought for the language Mia had taught her. “Just fuck me, Diego!”
He nipped her shoulder with his teeth. “At once, madam.” He took hold of her hips and began to thrust into her more swiftly and she sighed, pressing back, squirming as the pressure began to build.
Blake settled on his knees in front of her. “Look at me,” he murmured and she forced her eyes open to meet his tawny gaze.
“Touch yourself,” he told her. “Put your hand between your legs. Make yourself come. Let me see you do it. Let Diego see you do it. And we’ll both feel you come too.”
She moaned. Her clitoris cried out for her touch. And both men would feel it… She brought her hand up to cup her mons and let her finger slip between the wet, swollen lips, gathering moisture.
Blake’s gaze followed her movements, his lips parting and his Adam’s apple jumping as he swallowed.
At the first touch of her fingers against her clit, she gasped. She was so close to a climax, she knew she would not last. She closed her eyes, shuddering.
“Come for us,” Blake whispered. “Let us feel it.”
She massaged her clit, running her fingers over it and against it, her movements growing more swift as the climax grew closer. Abruptly she flexed into a taut bow as the orgasm broke over her. It locked all her limbs and muscles and seemed to stop her breathing too.
Her pussy clamped around Diego’s cock in a hard, convulsive movement that made him gasp and spilled him over into his own gut-wrenching orgasm. He sagged to one side, gasping.
Sera could barely remain on her knees, for the orgasm was followed by little post-orgasmic flares that shuddered through her.
Diego picked her up and carried her.
“Where are we going?”
“Bedroom,” he said.
“Why?”
“To fuck you properly.”
Blake couldn’t believe that his cock was aching to possess her again, as he watched Diego place Sera on the bed, bend her over his knee and extract the butt plug. “I have better things to put in there,” Diego said darkly.
“Me, first,” Blake said, his whole body tightening at the idea of her hot little ass gripping him like a glove.
Sera looked at him, her eyes shining, her chest rising and falling. Like Diego had said, for a delicate little elf maid, she had surprising depths. She was excited by the idea of him taking her in the ass. Trembling with it. He could feel it.
And damn but that just made his own cock pound harder with pressure. He picked her up by the waist and hauled her over to his side of the bed. She wiggled her hips eagerly. He sat on the bed and spread her legs on either side of his, then carefully lowered her down onto his cock. She had no trouble taking him into her after the butt plug and she gripped him just as tightly as he had anticipated. He groaned. Sera’s own silvery, trembling pleasure was washing over him too,
Diego was watching, his cock already rigid and throbbing. He came right up next to them, his black eyes hooded. “Lean back,” he told Blake.
Understanding flared in him. He leaned back on his arms, giving Dieg
o access to Sera’s vagina. Sera gasped as she realized what Diego intended too.
He gripped her hips and kissed her lips. “Relax.” He pushed his cock into her and Blake could feel the heat of it against his own, separated only by the thin connective tissue. Sera was trembling against him, her breath ragged with arousal and waves of her pleasure kept sweeping over him, making his cock surge. He fought to keep still while Diego slid into her, although the need to fuck her into a screaming climax was almost overwhelming.
At last Diego was completely inside her and Blake could straighten up. Sera was sandwiched between them.
“I feel so utterly full,” she whispered and touched their faces. Her touch was strangely endearing.
Diego looked at them both. “We could seal the bond now, if you want,” he said. “There’s nothing to stop us.”
Blake hesitated, then nodded. “We’re here for the bond. We should do it now.”
“If I don’t seal the bond, my brother will die when the Grimoré spread across Earth,” Sera said. “So there’s no reason for me not to.”
Diego lifted his inner forearm to his mouth and bit into it. There was a soft tearing sound and blood began to drip from his arm. He held the arm out to Blake. “You must drink. Just a mouthful.”
Blake hesitated again. Now that the moment was here, the unreality of the day washed over him again. How could this possibly be real? Perhaps he was still asleep in his chair and Anna Maria was about to wake him before she went home after the end of her night shift and this was all a very long dream. But the ache in his balls and the tight sheath around his cock was no dream. And the coppery hot smell of the blood dripping from Diego’s arm was real enough.
He reached for the man’s arm and brought it to his lips.
Don’t drink, Daddy! Don’t complete the bond yet! I love you but you must kill me first! Find me, please find me…find me and kill me…
And the voice was gone.
Blake threw Diego’s arm away from him, lifted Sera from his body, rolled off the bed and staggered to the wall, clutching his temple.
