by Teal Ceagh
Blake pointed across the room. “I can even read the fine print on that calendar.”
“Bonding changes,” Diego said. “Enhancements to your night vision to make you a better hunter.”
Blake smiled, and the smile was predatory. “That’s a change I’m happy to accept. There’s more than one prey that moves on New York streets at night, and I have two jobs.”
He came up behind Sera and tucked his hands around her, sliding them between her and Diego. He kissed her neck, then bit into it gently. “Someone mentioned fucking?” he growled, as she gasped in reaction. He stripped off his jacket and gun harness and dropped them to the kitchen counter, then his shirt very quickly after that.
Sera sighed as he pressed up against her.
“Your speed is faster than human, now,” Diego murmured. “Not vampire speed, but not human anymore.”
Blake nodded. “I haven’t felt human for three days, Diego. That isn’t a surprise.”
He carefully moved Sera’s long hair to one side, making sure he got all the strands out of the way.
“I keep thinking I should cut it all, now,” Sera said, as he fought with it.
“No!” both Diego and Blake declared at the same time.
Her nape and shoulder finally exposed, Blake settled to kissing and licking her flesh and nibbling at it. Diego stepped back, releasing her. He stripped off his clothing and dropped it on the counter while watching Blake’s mouth and hands work on Sera. She was reacting, her eyes closing, her lips parting as her breath quickened. She was putty in Blake’s arms.
Diego’s cock was already hard and hurting. He knew he would never tire of watching these two, or of being with them. They kept surprising him.
He reached for the buttons on Sera’s sweater, sliding them undone between Blake’s hands. Blake saw what he was doing and moved his hands cooperatively, his eyes gleaming. Sera was lost in the pleasure of what Blake was doing to her and he worked to keep the spell going, his tongue sliding up to her ear and plunging inside, making her moan.
Diego and Blake between them removed her sweater and bra, as she writhed under Blake’s tongue.
Then Diego nipped at her breast with his teeth and her knees buckled. He held her up, an arm under her back, and sucked her breasts as she moaned and writhed helplessly.
Blake stripped off the last of his clothes and weapons and dropped them on the counter, keeping the weapons separate and in handy reach.
As Diego played with her nipples, Blake removed her jeans, panties and boots. With Sera naked, they stepped together with her between them. Blake drew in a sharp breath. “I missed this. So much,” he muttered.
“Me, too,” Sera murmured.
Diego didn’t speak. He knew how much the black hole had eaten up his life. He grasped Sera’s waist, determined never to let go. Her hard, erect nipples scraped over his chest, making his cock jump and by the coiling tension in his balls, he knew he was already wound up far too tight and close to coming.
He picked up Sera’s hand. “Come with me,” he said. “Blake, come.”
He led them into the little-used bedroom with its grand bed, once the scene of endless conquests.
Sera climbed onto the bed without hesitation and tugged on his hand. “Come here, Diego.”
Blake sat on the bed next to her, watching him. “He’s reluctant because of all the woman he’s had here.”
Diego took a breath. “How well you know me already.”
Sera sank onto the bed, both legs curled under her, slightly to one side. “You think we don’t know about your history, Diego? Lindál made sure we had lots of juicy details.”
Diego winced. “Ah…he got his revenge.”
Blake reached around Sera’s hip and caught at Diego’s arm and pulled him onto the bed. “We’ve also had a long talk with Alexander, Diego. So you’ve got a past? So what. You’ve been around for four hundred years. A past tends to accumulate if you’ve been around for that long. Lindál should know better. He’s been around for a while and he’s not exactly squeaky-clean himself. You need to sit down and talk to Sera about that when you have a moment. She has some stories she can tell you.”
Diego felt a smile forming all by itself as he looked at Sera. “God, I love you.”
“I know,” she said serenely, her crystal blue eyes twinkling. She patted the sheet. “Get your ass over here, Diego.”
He slid over the sheet to where she was kneeling and squeezed her in a bear hug. As he let her go, her hand curled around his cock and stroked, adding fiery pleasure to his already heated body. He groaned.
“Fuck me, Diego,” she begged.
“Me first,” Blake said. “And I have the perfect position here.” He pushed on Sera’s shoulder so that she was on her hands and knees, facing Diego. Her face tightened and flushed with excitement and her hips pressed back toward Blake. “Yes,” she said, her voice low.
“Diego, do you have lubricant?” Blake asked softly.
“Drawer on the right,” Diego told him.
Blake reached into the drawer and pulled out the tube. He applied the lube to his cock, then let drops of it spill down Sera’s ass. She hissed at the touch of the cool gel and her hips bucked. Blake spread the lubricant between her ass cheeks and Sera moaned, her hands wadding the sheet. Finally, he pushed the lubricant into her anus and she sucked in a wobbly breath. As he pushed in a second and a third finger, she held it, closing her eyes.
Diego could feel her pleasure building, a tight spiral of sharp throbbing excitement that was showering over him like summer rain, leaving him hot and steaming.
Blake settled behind Sera. His body was gleaming with sweat as he reached for her hips and pushed his glistening cock into her anus. Slowly, so slowly, he sank into her, as she moaned and wriggled around him.
“Christ, you’re so hot!” Blake said when he was at last resting completely inside her. He wrapped his arm around her waist, the other about her chest, and carefully sat them both down on the bed. He draped Sera’s legs over his own thighs.
Sera gasped. “Oh…yes, Diego, please…come.” She held her arms out to him, beckoning.
Diego allowed himself to be drawn into her arms. He settled himself before her and slid his cock into her pussy, feeling the heat from Blake’s possession of her, separated only by the thin tissue. Sera sighed as Diego inched his way inside her.
Blake caught at Diego’s shoulder. “Wait,” he murmured.
“I can’t!” Sera protested. “I have to move.” She rolled her head back against Blake’s shoulder and closed her eyes, and he kissed her cheek gently.
“We have to do this,” he told her. He lifted his wrist up to Diego’s mouth. “Bite it, Diego. Feed on my blood. It’s time.”
Diego eyed the vein pulsing in Blake’s wrist. “Sera, you know what to do?”
“I’m watching, Diego,” she said softly.
The throbbing beat was calling him. Diego could hear the swish of blood in the vessel, rushing past. He lifted the wrist, his mouth already filled with saliva, his teeth, already lowered. He bit, the teeth tearing precisely into the flesh, exactly into the vein. Blood gushed into his mouth, hot and luscious.
It had been so long.
Unlike Zachariah and the others, Diego walked the earth at a time when vampires still preyed upon humans, before they began to form their alternative philosophies, and this, he remembered, this hot human taste.
He remembered it with shame, even as his animal instincts rose to dominance, delighting in it.
“Diego, no. Stop.” Blake’s voice.
A hand in his hair. Pulling.
He opened his eyes. It was Sera’s hand in his hair. Blake’s wrist was open and bloody at his mouth. He had been drinking. How much? How long?
“It’s all right,” Sera told him. “You only took a mouthful.”
Blake shuddered. “I think I almost came, just from that. Is that possible?”
Diego tried to smile. “I’m glad someone did. There’s a
substance in my saliva that makes it pleasurable for humans, to mask the pain of the puncture.” He grimaced.
Blake rested his other hand on Diego’s shoulder. “Don’t look so miserable, Diego. You are what you are. A vampire. I’m a cop. Some people find that just as objectionable, if not more so.”
Sera took Blake’s wrist from Diego’s grip, and lifted it to her mouth. “Lindál says human blood tastes bitter.” She rested her lips over the small wound and sucked, and Blake hissed.
“No analgesic, huh?” Diego said.
Blake laughed.
Sera pursed her bloodied lips, looking at the pair of them, then manfully swallowed. “Very bitter,” she declared, with a deep furrow between her brows. She held her wrist up to Diego. “You shouldn’t have any problems with me. Zachariah says elf blood tastes neutral, like cooking oil.”
Diego ran his thumb over her fine flesh. “Sera…”
She put her fingers on his lips, stopping him. “Don’t, Diego. I know what you want. You’re not sure of me, are you?”
The small hairs on the back of his neck tried to stand up. He stared at her. “How did you…”
She smiled. “We’re joined, Diego.” Her hand caressed the base of his cock briefly, where it penetrated her. “I can see into you because of it. And every time I touch you, I can see many other things. Shadows on your heart, in your mind. Doubts, fears, worries. Joys, lusts…” Her smile became smoky with her own arousal. She leaned back against Blake, and he put his arms around her waist. “I can feel Blake the same way, too, Diego. I don’t need the bonding to feel what you feel. I’ve been able to feel both of you all along. That was the reason I came to Earth. I was the only one who could help Lindál—see inside him and see what was wrong, what needed repairing.”
“That is why you can’t go back,” Blake said. “They fear your ability.”
She nodded. “But even if I could go back, I wouldn’t. Why would I? I have acceptance here in a way I never found there. Lindál is right. There is more happiness to be found by accepting this bonding than by fighting it. Diego, I love you, and have since you stood in the rain and despaired over the fact that I was Lindál’s sister and would not accept you for who you were. I just didn’t know it, and have fought it since then. And Blake…” She lifted her chin up to look at him. “I began to fall in love with you the moment you turned to help me…about thirty seconds before that. You could have kept walking like any normal New Yorker would have. But you didn’t.”
Blake tried to shrug. “You looked pretty. I was just trying to impress you and get your number.”
Diego snorted. “It was pouring with rain, my friend. You couldn’t even see her properly through all that water.” He lifted Sera’s wrist to his mouth. “I don’t know if the masking drug will work on you,” he warned.
“It does on Lindál,” Sera replied coolly. “Do you want me to climax right now?”
“You go first, Diego,” Blake said.
Diego lifted his wrist to his mouth and opened it up. The minor wound barely registered as pain. He held it out to Blake. “Quickly, before it heals,” he said.
Blake took a breath. “This is harder than I thought,” he muttered.
“Blake,” Diego said.
He looked up.
“We’re both here. We’re not going anywhere.”
Blake nodded. He fastened his lips over the wound and sucked. Diego could feel the blood leaving his body and it was explosively arousing, like the rush of cum leaving him. He curled his fingers into a loose fist. Blake barely took a small mouthful before Diego jerked his wrist away with a hiss. “Enough,” he said. “It’s symbolic only.”
Blake swallowed and licked his lips. His eyes were dilated and he was breathing hard. “Dear God,” he muttered. “The movies miss a few details, don’t they?”
“Just a few,” Diego agreed dryly. He reopened the healed wound for Sera. She had been watching and now she didn’t hesitate. She sucked on the wound, drawing in blood. Diego could feel the arousal tearing through him like a shooting star, and saw her eyes dilate.
“Oh…” Blake breathed as her pleasure reached him.
“Swallow it,” Diego told her, his other hand sliding into her hair.
She swallowed, her throat working, and moaned. Diego forced himself to pull his wrist away from her mouth and pick up her own slender arm and bite into the white flesh, opening the vein.
Sera arched between them, gasping, as the masking drug flooded her system.
Diego pushed her wrist to Blake. This time, Blake barely paused. He was breathing heavily, caught by the cloud of arousal surrounding them. He licked the trail of blood running down Sera’s arm, then sucked on the small wound, taking in her blood.
She sighed, undulating between them. Her climax was welling up large and potentially overwhelming and her pussy and anus were clamping around their cocks, milking them.
Sera held her wrist out to Diego. “Now,” she begged.
His mouth was already flooding with saliva, his cock throbbing with the caresses of her pussy. He lifted her wrist and saw over the top of it Blake’s tawny gaze, watching him. “Ready?” he asked.
Blake nodded.
He opened his mouth, his incisors scraping over her wrist, battened onto her wrist, and sucked. Blood rushed into his mouth. She was right. It was not human blood. Because it was not precisely human, the old animal instincts were not triggered, which allowed the sexual ones to remain dominant. He could feed—a small mouthful only—and let her go.
Sera instantly began to buck under the influence of the drug in his saliva. It sent her over the top into an unrestrained climax that sent convulsions of pleasure through her body. She squeezed around their cocks, and Diego clutched at her, his own climax searing through him by the force of her own, and the influence of her bonding connection.
Blake cried out as he came and Diego felt Blake’s cock pulsing as it spilled its seed, so close to his own.
They held Sera between them until she was still once more and they could withdraw from her body and lay her on the bed. She sighed as Blake lay next to her, and caught Diego’s hand. “Wait. Don’t go.”
“You need to sleep,” he said. “Both of you.”
“I have it now,” she said. “I can feel it.”
“What?”
“Before, we three were all broken people. We’re not anymore.”
Chapter Eight
Sera kept her hands clenched together under the table, until Blake reached under and separated them and took one in his. She took a deep breath and smiled at him. He didn’t smile back but one eye closed in a half wink. Through the touch of their hands, she could feel his calm spreading through her. He was happy, confident. He was looking forward to the outcome of this meeting.
She tried to relax.
“Diego, this really needed to be a closed session?” Seaveth asked again.
“Yes,” Diego said calmly, although Sera already knew his expressions well enough now to know that the calm was a façade. He was looking forward to breaking the news as much as Blake was.
Seaveth straightened in her chair. “Very well then. This is a closed session of the trinities only. You have our attention, Diego and the floor. When you are ready…”
Diego looked around the table. He had insisted that even Lindál be brought to the table and her brother had been shifted from his sick bed into a chair and now sat looking pale but interested, next to Seaveth, with Zack hovering close by him.
“As Sera and Blake are both sitting at the table, you’ve possibly figured out that we have reformed the trinity. It’s also probably a relief to you all to know that we’ve also sealed the bond.”
Sera smoothed her thumb over the tiny wound in her wrist. Even the reminder made her clitoris throb.
Seaveth smiled. “That is welcome news, Diego but not as startling to me as it may be to others here. Blake, I’m very glad to see you back in the keep in person.”
“Thank you, my lady.”
He inclined his head.
“I didn’t want to tell you the first day we met, as you were looking a little overwhelmed as it was,” Seaveth continued, pulling out a sheet of paper from the leather-bound notebook that accompanied her to all trinity meetings, “but the prophecies speak of you by name, so I’m very glad you have chosen to stay with us.”
Blake jumped a little and Sera pressed her hand against his thigh. “They do?” he said. She could feel his heart rate climb.
“Remember I said that ‘Harvey’ is Breton for ‘battleworthy’? There was a reason I was researching the meaning of your name that day, Blake. There is a peculiarly phrased sentence in the prophecy that has always bothered me. Every version of the translation, even the literal word-for-word translation, comes out the same way. It says ‘a battleworthy human will be the hero of that race’.”
Sera squeezed his hand. “My hero,” she murmured.
“I’m just New York City cop…” Blake muttered.
Seaveth nodded. “And I was just a barmaid, Blake,” she said softly. “It’s the times we’re in that make us what we are.” Her eyes were kind. She glanced around the table and her gaze landed on Diego. “As welcome as the news of the sealing of the bond is, Diego, it’s also not news that deserves a closed session of the trinities, no matter—”
Diego held up his hand. “There’s something else,” he said.
Seaveth paused. “And that would be?” she said coolly, ever the political commander.
“All of us here are bonded and understand about the changes that come with bonding. The abilities that arrive with it. Blake, Sera and I are still learning about ours but Blake has already discovered that he has a vampire’s ability to see in the dark and his hearing is enhanced. Sera has enhanced reactions. I have other changes too.”
Sera pursed her lips together as she recalled Diego’s indignation over the discovery of at least one of his changes. “I must shave again?”
Diego glanced around the table as everyone was nodding. “We’ve all had changes…except for Alexander.”
Eyes widened and mouths opened, as everyone turned to look at the tall, redheaded vampire.
