by Emma Dawn
I groaned into his mouth and my hands went to his belly, running my fingers across his rippled abs, over his pecs, and around his broad shoulders.
His hands made their own exploration of my body, starting in the reverse at my shoulders and making their way south. Over my arms, grazing along my breasts, sliding over my hips and brushing over the front of my pussy, then back up over my body.
I leaned into him, his armor cold against the bare skin of my hips and thighs, giving me a delicious thrill. His hands swept around to my back, caught me by either side of my ass, and pulled me tightly to him. My breasts pressed into his hard chest, and with effort, I untangled my mouth from his long enough to catch a breath.
“Armor should come off now, yes?”
“Yes,” he growled, stepping back from me, unlatching what was left of his armor, flinging it to the side.
I put a hand out, stopping him from drawing me close. “I want to see all of you.”
I let my eyes lower, over his chest, abs, to the straining cock that all but begged me to touch it. Lower, over his thighs and then back up, all the way to his face. “Better than I imagined even. That’s saying something considering my day job.”
I crooked my finger at him, turning the tables on him. He didn’t step forward, but stepped and dropped to his knees. He buried his mouth in my pussy, parting the folds with a vehemence that made me gasp and dig my hands into his hair to hold myself upright. Rolling heat rushed upward through my body, sending me into a world of pleasure I thought I knew. I didn’t know it like this, though, or with this man.
His tongue flicked across my clit, drawing it out enough that he could catch the nub with his lips and suckle it. A groan slid from me as the curling pleasure uncoiled through my lower regions and through the rest of me. I was on my tiptoes to help give him access, aching to press my pussy harder against him, and he took full advantage.
He continued to suckle my clit, tugging at it carefully, the gasping need in me growing with each pulse of his mouth and tongue. This, this wave of pleasure was all I wanted, and with Spartan it had been a long time coming.
With one arm, he steadied me; the other hand was free, and he slid it between my legs, finding my very wet, and very wanting pussy.
“Yes, Spartan, please, yes, fuck me,” I whimpered, barely able to speak over the sensations rocketing through me. His mouth continued the steady pulse and pull on my clit, taking me to the edge of orgasm and then he’d back off, then to the edge once more we’d go.
Good God, I was going to explode with the want in my body, with what he was doing to me.
“Spartan, please!”
He didn’t change tactics, just continued as if I hadn’t begged him to let me come. His mouth suckled on my throbbing clit, and as I began to climb that crest once more, his fingers crept up the inside of my thighs. He set two fingers at the outer lips of my dripping core. My breath came in hitches as my body began to come to a climax that would not be denied.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop!”
His mouth picked up pace, and as I began to crest, he thrust his fingers into me, in and out, in time with his mouth. I arced back as the scream left me, my body cascading with an orgasm so strong, I think I might have passed out for a moment. The world swam and if not for his arm around my ass, I know I would have been flat on the floor.
My entire body shook and my legs were complete jelly. I slumped, my breathing out of sync as I slid down his arms so that we were face to face. I kissed him, tasting my moisture on his lips, my pleasure in his mouth.
He kissed me back. “Good?”
“Do you really have to ask?” I murmured into his mouth. “I can’t even stand.”
He grinned. “Tub?”
“Yes.” I might have nodded but I was still feeling the effects of the orgasm aftershocks. Like a massive earthquake, the tremors still rippled outward, making me twitch and jump in odd ways.
He scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the tub. His cock brushed against my backside. “You didn’t get to have any fun yet.”
Spartan laughed softly. “Trust me, that was fun.”
I frowned, a thought flickering through me. “You boys aren’t sharing crib notes, are you?”
His eyes mock widened. “What? To figure out your hot buttons so we can bring you to a screaming orgasm every single time we touch you? Why would we do that?”
The sarcasm was not lost on me, or the reality that it was actually pretty damn smart. I bobbed my head. “Point taken. But it means it’s five against one. I am going to need a head start on learning all of your wants and desires.”
Carefully, he lowered me into the tub. The hot water slid up over my limbs like another lover’s caress and I let out a low hiss as the water kissed my wounded shoulder. I touched it. “This...why did it get infected?”
Spartan stepped into the tub and slid down into the water. He reached for me and towed me through the swirling warmth onto his lap. I dropped my hand, brushing it over his cock. He grunted. “You can’t ask me a question and then do that.”
“Sure, I can. It’s called getting to the answer quickly.”
He leaned back and let out a slow breath as I caressed his length, from shaft to tip.
“The wound?” I prompted.
“Malcom has a poison bite. He’s from another hive and only came here because he thought he could get in good with the queen. I think.”
“Hmm.” I gave him a harder squeeze, then shifted my hand lower, to cup his balls, rolling them between my thumb and forefinger. He arched his back and spread his legs.
“Yeah, that’s a good spot.”
I leaned in and kissed him while I stroked his balls. He groaned softly, his golden eyes locked on mine.
“I hope you can forgive me,” he said. “For everything.”
“Already done, Spartan.” I bit his upper lip in tiny nibbles, sliding my way to one of his fangs. “Besides, a little torture is good for the soul and for penance.”
He opened his mouth to speak and I sucked one whole fang into my mouth, treating it to the same loving care that he’d given my clit. I wrapped it with my tongue and suckled hard on the ivory length.
A spasm rocked his body and his eyelids fluttered. I took my time caressing the fang, then slowly moved to the other and repeated the procedure, drawing it in and teasing its length.
“Enough,” he breathed and adjusted me so I was straddling his lap, his cock against my pussy once more. “I want to come inside you, I want to feel your body tighten around me.” He growled the words against my neck. “I fucking want all of you, Ally. Every, last, bit. Anything you’ll let me have, I will take.”
His hands swept up to cup my breasts, lifting them free of the water to his lips. He took a nipple into his mouth and rolled it against his teeth, tugging at the already begging piece of me. I struggled not to just slide onto his length to have him fill me up in a single thrust of his hard cock. I wanted to, but I also wanted this to last. I knew what it was, my last time with him, with any of them before I had to face the queen. I wanted as many sensations of this man as I could get in the little time we had.
His mouth moved to my other breast while his free thumb swept across the previous nipple. I couldn’t stop the whimper in the back of my throat. I let myself slide down on his cock, taking him deeply into me. I took him in and then didn’t move. His eyes were on mine as he let my breasts go and swept his arms around me. I wrapped my arms around his neck as tears pooled in my eyes. This moment was perfect in so many ways and to think it would be the last time killed a piece of my heart.
Spartan shifted and began to rock his hips a little. I matched his pace, and together we caused a mini wave pool in the big tub as we found a pace and rhythm that was beyond anything this side of heaven I’d ever experienced. This was where I was meant to be, my whole life had been building to these last few days. The good, the bad, all of it.
The orgasm took me by surprise and I leaned into him, kissing hi
m as my pussy convulsed around his cock, begging him to come with me. With a cry, he followed me into the climax, his body jerking against mine, his hands digging into my back even as I bit the side of his neck, holding on for all I was worth.
The water stilled around us, and I looked up to see Preacher, King, Celt and Wick at the tub’s edge. I smiled at them though it was watery and filled with tears. “What are you waiting for? You might as well come on in while the water is warm.”
Chapter Eighteen
We played in the tub, the six of us, like children in a swimming pool. Well, except for the occasional tweak of a nipple, or slide of a finger into my pussy, the whole shindig was pretty straightforward fun. The reality was, I wasn’t the only one feeling the pressure of what was coming and we were all handling it by ignoring it. By pretending that decision time was not drawing closer and closer. So, we played in the tub, splashing one another, the slippery water a perfect place for wrestling matches between the men. Mostly that was Celt offering to take on anyone. The others just held him under the water until he gave up.
Preacher, though, being the rock of the group, was the one to break up the tub time. “The fight will happen in a little over an hour. Allianna, I’m sorry, but you need to choose one of us.”
The words fell like a giant boulder into the tub, stealing what was left of the warmth from the water. I shivered and wrapped my arms around my upper body. Celt was closest to me and he wrapped his arms around me too.
“No matter who you choose, lassie, we all will love you still.”
His words started a torrent of tears. “I can’t choose!”
They helped me out, all five of them touching me, drying me off, trying their best to reassure me, but they didn’t understand. I literally could not choose from them. I couldn’t say one over the others would be best as they all fit me, just in different ways.
“You must,” Preacher said. “Because you will take your consort and face Terra and her beast of a consort. Amos is one of the few true shifters in our hive, and he is deadly.”
I kept my arms clamped around my upper body. “They’ve killed four of your brothers. The oldest four.” They shared a glance and I nodded. “I get it. Terra and Amos have already killed the four strongest of you.”
Wick sighed, all the laughter in him gone. “Yes. But there is no choice. Your first bite will cement the bond.”
I shuddered and then a horrible, horrible thought rocketed through me. “My...first bite?”
They all nodded and I raised my hands up to my mouth, my thoughts racing to the arena, to Malcom tackling me. Preacher paled and stumbled back.
“Mother of God,” he whispered, catching onto where my mind had gone, seeing my thoughts. “I didn’t even consider it.”
“Consider what?” Spartan demanded. “One of you talk to us.”
“Malcom bit my shoulder,” I said. “He was my first bite.”
Four sets of jaws dropped in perfect unison.
I was shaking so hard I couldn’t stand. Malcom, that asshole Malcom was the one I had to put my life in the hands of. I closed my eyes. The men were talking fast above me but I let myself dive into my own thought. I banished Preacher from my mind, because I needed to be alone. Slowly, a plan stirred and I let out a slow breath. This was what I’d wanted, a way to save all five of the men my heart had chosen. If I failed, at least Malcom would be the one to die, not any of my men.
Cold, callous, but the truth, it was. But Malcom had a bite filled with poison, and that alone could save us. All he needed to do was get one fang into Terra, and she would die.
I raised my hand and stilled their words. “Bring me Malcom.”
Spartan didn’t argue, but took off still naked, grabbing his armor as he left. I looked to Preacher and let him back inside my thoughts. Slowly he nodded. “It could work, yes, it could indeed work. But you will still have the guards to deal with if it does work. They will come for us because they are under her spell.”
“Then you cannot be here,” I said softly. “The five of you go to the wolves.”
“I will not leave you,” King said, surprising me with the vehemence in his voice. “I will not!”
“It is the only choice!” I stood and stared hard at him. “If you are there, you are safe. If you are safe, I will do what I must and not be distracted by worry for you!”
Celt and Wick were shaking their heads, but it was Celt who spoke. “No, we can’t do this. We won’t leave you again.”
I turned to him and put my hand to his cheek. “If you were to face her, and thought it was safer for me to be away, to be out of the line of fire, would you expect me to go?”
His head dropped and he closed his eyes. I glared at him. “Don’t you dare say it’s because I’m a woman either.”
“I wasn’t,” he mumbled, but I saw the twist of his lips. Even in this, he could find the humor. That was what had drawn me to him, the cheeky bastard.
There was a clattering of noise in the bedroom. The four men strode ahead of me, leaving me alone for a moment in the bathroom. I thought about wrapping in a towel, but thought better of it, and just strode forward naked as the day I was born.
Malcom was on his knees with Spartan hovering over him.
“Fuck you, Spartan.” He glared up at all the brothers.
I snapped my fingers at Malcom. “You are under the queen’s commands, are you not?”
His blue eyes swept over my body, hunger lighting them up. “I am.”
“And if you were to be in the inner circle of the queen, what would that be worth to you?”
His eyes widened. “What are you saying?”
I crouched in front of him, being sure to keep my knees closed tightly. “I am going to be queen, Malcom. You can choose to help me now, or you can choose to continue to piss me off to the point that the empty cage in the lower basement will look like a goddamn palace to you by the time I’m done with your sorry ass.”
The men shifted around me. I stayed where I was, buck naked, and yet I’d never felt stronger and more confident in my entire life. “Either way, you are bound to me, Malcom.” I wanted to call him a fucking moron, but I figured that would defeat the purpose of what I was trying to make happen here. “You are my first bite, whether either of us likes it or not.”
His jaw dropped, flashing his fangs. Fangs that were not completely white like the others I’d seen, but tinged with green at the base. My jaw ticked. “Your bite is poison, even to another vampire, correct?”
He nodded. “It is.”
I clasped my hands around my knees. “You are going to stand with me against the queen, and her consort, Amos. Those are the rules, and we will abide by them. But she does not need to know it will be you fighting until the last second. Do you understand?”
His eyes widened. “A sneak attack?”
I nodded.
Malcom looked from me to the other men. “How do you know I won’t run to her?”
This was where things were going to get ugly. Preacher stepped forward. “I will stand next to Allianna. The queen will believe I am the one who has been chosen as the oldest of us left. I will be in your mind, Malcom. If you try to warn her, Spartan will kill you where you stand. He will be with you until the fight begins and then he will leave.”
Wick, Celt, and King stiffened.
Wick shook his head. “If they are staying, we are staying.” The other two nodded their agreement.
I looked to Preacher for help and he slowly shook his head. “I would fight to stay too.”
I knew I’d lost this argument. I knew I had as much as I knew that if they tried to send me away from them now, I would fight to remain.
“Damn it. Fine. We are all in this. Win or lose, we are in. Malcom, are you with us then?”
He flicked his eyes over me. “Am I a part of your harem then?”
A shudder slid through me, and I tried to push the pulse of lust away, but it climbed over me. He was handsome and deadly, and I didn’t trus
t him, but try telling my blind libido that. “Yes. But it will have to wait until after we are done with this.”
“No,” Spartan said. “You need him bound to you now, as we are. We all need him bound to us so we are together in this.”
He took a knife from his hand and slashed it across his palm. He passed the blade around to the other men and in under a minute they had all opened their hands. The knife went to Malcom and he did the same. Malcom held out his hand and the others squeezed their blood into his palm. His eyes drifted closed and he let out a slow breath. “I am with you, come what may. I am with you. I am part of this fist.”
I didn’t trust him enough to be alone with him. I looked at Preacher and the others. “Will you stay? Please?”
They nodded and moved away from where Malcom knelt. With each of the men I’d bedded, I’d found a reason to connect with them, a missing piece of my heart, and I wasn’t sure I could do it with Malcom. We’d started out on the wrong foot, or the wrong foot in the balls to be exact.
“Not how I thought we’d end up,” I said.
He grunted and rolled his eyes. “Yeah. But I’ll admit, you intrigued me even then.”
“Why?” I needed to get the words out, to see if there was something we could build from.
The lines between his brows deepened. “Being able to deny me, even while you were still human, is supposed to be impossible. Impossible is a word I don’t like.”
“Can I touch you?” I asked. “I want to see if that heat that was there in the beginning still is now.”
He gave me the barest of nods.
I slowly reached out and touched Malcom’s cheek.
He held still, as if he expected a blow over a gentle touch. I bit my lower lip. “Who hurt you?”
He turned his face away. “No talking.”
The other men laughed, the sound rolling around the room. “Good luck with that,” Wick grumbled. I shot him a dirty look. He winked back at me.
