by Kaia Bennett
She moaned, assaulted by the memories I conjured for us, peppered with her own perspective. We shared one body through several lenses of experience. I became Vaughn now, laid out behind her on a motel room bed, holding her close and pounding her ass hard. The real memory of me filled her vision. I lowered my mouth to her pussy and licked up her sweet cream, the blood that had flowed from her breast to her slit, thanks to Vaughn’s bite.
I savored the joyride between memory and fantasy. I made her feel Vaughn’s tongue between her legs, as real to her as when she’d felt mine a moment before. I made her imagine holding her worst enemy’s head pinned between her thighs while he shoved his fingers deep inside her grasping cunt.
“Such a hot little bitch.” Past and present bled together. The lights of a passing car streaked the backseat on the way to Ruby Falls, Evie’s wet pussy grinding against my fingers. “You wanna come for me again. You want all these tight holes filled with cock, don’t you?”
She tried to drop a mental wall between my thoughts and hers, but her witchy will was no match for my raging need to subjugate her. Instead, I shoved every orgasm, every wail of need, into her mind. She couldn’t block them anymore than I could block the refrain that’d been in her mind when I’d forced her to fuck all night long, to come over and over again against her will, against three relentless, bloodthirsty bodies.
Fuck me. Fuck me. Liam’s cock muffled her words in the memory. I shoved my fingers into her mouth, reenacting the moment for her. She swiveled her tight ass on my cock and I bucked so hard, my sweat splattered the glass.
Red lights and deafening music blanketed us. The beat rose. My pace quickened. Our reflections rocked against the glass.
Vaughn cried out, “That’s it, baby, fuck me while I’m fucking her, fuck me, f-fuck! Me!”
I spared a glance to find the threesome had shifted so far, they were mere inches away from Evie and I, and face-level with our grinding hips. The queen’s sweat and blood-slick dress clung to her breasts as she reached over her head in ecstasy, her dark nipples hard enough to slice the fabric open. Vaughn had stripped completely, pinning the queen’s slender legs to the chaise by the dips behind her knees. While he fucked the queen, the slave fucked Vaughn as roughly as I fucked Evie, with the thick length of a clear dildo glowing blue from within. Neon lights bathed the slave’s arm and Vaughn’s ass as she fucked Vaughn with inhuman speed from all the blood she’d consumed.
I grinned and turned Evie to face them, pinning her by her hair when she tried to look away. She groaned in protest at their closeness, at the desire the image evoked. On the monitor, Sundara gripped the chains binding Stark’s wrists as she stared deep into his eyes. Moving at top speed, she dug her right heel into his ass and suspended herself before him, splaying her legs open so that one lunge, one shift of the true born’s hips, could have Stark inside of her. The wolf had gone half mad now, hips jutting forward even as his wrists and ankles bled from his attempts to break free. Seemed like his hungers were bleeding together. I couldn’t tell if he wanted to fuck his temptress or maim her.
“Beg me!” Sundara tilted her chin up in ecstasy, her throat so close to Stark’s snapping jaws I got harder. The crystal strands decorating Sundara’s thong swung against her perfect ass. The camera showed the slow drag of her clit up the length of Stark’s cock. “Say, ‘please, Sundara, let me come’.”
Beg me, Evie…
Sundara swayed like the stage now. Left to right. Up and down. A whole world spiraled, in one teasing motion, just beyond the reach of Stark’s club-hard shaft. She touched herself with one hand and tasted herself inches from the wolf’s powerful nose and his deadly sharp teeth. Stark released something between a howl of anguish and a roar that shook him and his temptress alike.
“P-please….”
Stark’s voice echoed with inhuman depth, the detective’s normal baritone completely gone. In reward for the first crack in his foundation, Sundara rubbed her pussy against the wolf’s cock with one long upward stroke.
The energy level inside the club spiked. I sensed the climax of the show coming. My balls tightened, and Evie gasped, as I drove my hips harder against her clenched rear passage.
Vaughn shoved four fingers into the queen’s blood-smeared mouth, staring intently at the juncture between Evie’s thighs. Evie’s mind unraveled like a scroll, revealing things she wanted to hide, things she’d recorded with all the intensity her powers evoked. Things she wanted now.
Vaughn had Evie’s legs pinned, inside our minds, not the queen. My brother hovered over my little witch, pounding her pussy so hard and fast, she thought her clit would burst into stars.
Vaughn met my eyes and then stared at Evie’s face. One shudder rippled through the three of us, as we recalled sensations like one body, borne on a flood of empathic desire, spiced with the hatred she felt for us.
I shoved into Evie and held myself there while she sobbed. Vaughn swiped his tongue over his fangs like a panther on the prowl. He slowed his pace inside the queen, smiling and teasing as he fucked the true born woman’s mouth with his fingers.
We withheld, like Sundara withheld pleasure from Stark, forcing Evie into a corner only her orgasm could release her from.
I’ll make you pay, Jesse. I’ll make you pay with interest—
“Please, Sundara.” Stark’s beastly timbre seemed all the more sinister because he whispered through razor-sharp teeth. “Please let me come.”
The beat dropped, and the lights became bloody strobes, washing Asylum in lust. The music rattled our bones, mixed with the moans and pleas of a wolf, and the breathy commands of a vampire.
Beg me/Please let me come/Beg me/Please let me come.
A heartbeat. A thrum between our legs, a sinister howl ran through the entire club like a tidal wave. I wouldn’t have been surprised if we walked out of Asylum and found the world washed in blood, everyone in the city fucking with enough raw heat to melt snow before the flakes touched their skin.
Evie wept, like Stark when Sundara ripped off her thong. Sundara withdrew one stiletto and wrapped a long vinyl-clad leg around Stark’s waist. The other heel stayed embedded.
The music broke, just enough for the whole world to hear their conjoined cries when Sundara settled her cunt over the head of the wolf’s cock. The world played their song, a tribal, percussive torture. She whispered things the audience couldn’t hear while she cradled Stark’s face in one vinyl cased hand. Smooth as a belly dancer, she cast a spell any witch would envy, a silent Scheherazade telling a story with her hips. I fucked Evie in time with Sundara’s measured rhythm.
Even the wolf knows when to give it up, Evie. All you have to do is say the words and I’ll give you what you want. Or I can fuck you all night, keep you trapped here and starving.
Evie wailed in panic at the threat. My mate lived in a new form. Her body screamed to feed the bloodlust, to fuck, and every second that passed without feeding the ache became torture. I had centuries of control on my side. I could wait her out all night, into the next day, if I wanted.
She didn’t care now that she hated me. She didn’t care that she hated Vaughn. She cared only that we had the tools to fix this broken piece inside her, to set right the ache.
I lifted her leg and placed her heel on the bed, spreading her open as I swept her torn dress behind her raised thigh.
“No.”
I grabbed her arms and secured them behind her. She couldn’t touch herself. She couldn’t fuck herself the way she needed to when I pulled out to the head and held myself there.
“Beg for it.”
The queen ran one of her a lily-like hands against the rich creamy brown of Evie’s calf, over her thigh. Evie shuddered with the need for friction. She moaned when Vaughn’s huff of exertion sent a blast of heat against her thigh.
“Please!” Evie hissed and doubled over with need. Then a roar of anger, a command fit for a queen. “Fuck me, goddammit, I need to come!”
I eyed Vaughn, who waite
d as I slowly slid in to the hilt. My brother wasn’t waiting just for my permission either. For all their hatred of each other, Vaughn hadn’t tried to touch Evie again since she’d awoken. Predators know their place among other predators. He’d known his place since Evie killed him and returned stronger.
“Do it.” Evie bared her fangs at Vaughn. “Now, touch me, touch me, touch me….”
Vaughn reached between Evie’s legs with all the fervor and hesitation of a supplicant. I recalled the vision in the woods. Vampires, kneeling at the feet of witches. I saw Vaughn biting Evie’s breast as she rode him, holding her close and reveling in a willing victim.
My brother grasped my mate’s sopping cunt at her command, rubbing the slick flesh in rapid circles. Her groan sounded like a white flag dropping before roaring engines. We all raced toward orgasm.
The queen gripped Evie’s ankle and came hard on Vaughn’s cock, and Vaughn spent himself inside the queen as the slave wrung his prostate of every sensation.
Even as he devolved into fits of climax, he never removed his fingers from Evie’s clenching core. I felt him inside her the way I had the first time in the motel, my cock rushing back and forth alongside his fingers, separated by a thin membrane.
“Harder! God, harder. Fuck me faster. I’m almost there!”
The slave pulled the toy out of Vaughn’s ass and my brother slipped free of the queen’s cunt. She luxuriated in the aftermath and pulled her slave over for kisses. Her angled eyes were trained on Vaughn as he stood in front of Evie. Three fingers stretched Evie’s cunt and raced alongside my shaft while I held my mate still. Vaughn grinned and licked Evie’s lips.
The bond witch came out of her daze enough to snap her fangs at Vaughn’s face, nearly severing his tongue. Vaughn snarled at the warning, but sank to his knees. I laughed at my brother’s frown and watched him use his tongue to work out his frustrations on Evie’s cunt. Evie and I shared a groan, her panting breath driving me wild as I pressed my lips to her cheek. I drove us both to orgasm, each thrust harder than the last, each pump of Vaughn’s fingers as he sucked Evie’s clit vibrating through me.
On the monitor Sundara, Stark, the music, the lights, all rushed toward climax. We joined them with a rush of wetness, and heat, and muffled moans. Vaughn’s hums of pleasure were nearly lost in Evie’s wet pussy. Distantly the smacking sounds of him jerking his cock filtered into the slap of Evie’s ass against my hips. Evie rode Vaughn’s face, and in my mind, a shuddering orgasm not my own, or hers, splashed against her toes. Vaughn continued to wring the last of his orgasm free while laugher rang inside Evie’s mind.
Maybe I’ll make you my pet, Vaughn.
I arched my hips and buried myself in Evie’s ass one last—hard—time. Her swollen lips muted my moans as I released her pinned arms and held her face for my kiss. She deepened the kiss, to my surprise, calling me closer, and deeper with her mind, as she reached behind my neck and tangled her fingers in my hair.
Her orgasm lasted, climbed, spread and absorbed my own, absorbed Sundara and Stark’s wild animal crescendo. She licked up all of the sex around her with her power, and cried out in my mouth when she couldn’t capture another drop without bursting.
The curtain floated down to mask Stark and Sundara’s artful exit below the stage. The lights stayed dim and the music shifted, no longer the one-of-a-kind song that highlighted Sundara’s topping of the alpha stock. Like all of Sundara’s shows, one either witnessed the experience or you missed the opportunity forever.
The party raged below and on the monitors, the night’s revelry far from over. Most of the guests would greet the morning here. My obligation had been met. I could already feel Evie pulling away from me, her mind like a broken garage door she kept trying to slam down in front of her emotions.
Vaughn stood, swiping his tongue over his lips to savor Evie’s juices. He twisted a hand over his cock, staring down the length of Evie’s body. I didn’t blame him for wanting more. I did too, even as I pulled my softening cock, and jets of come, free of her ass. The muscles clenched in protest of my exit. I groaned against her temple.
I could fuck you again. I could fuck you all night and all day, till our veins are dry and we can’t come another drop.
“Tame, much tamer than I expected from an Oldman. I expected some carnage to go with the fucking.” The queen smiled and shook Evie and I out of our locked gaze. The true born swept a black curtain of hair over her shoulder and propped her head up with an arm. “Nevertheless, I enjoyed myself. It’s not often I get to see lovemaking in the flesh.”
I winced. Evie tensed like she’d been slapped. She pulled away from me and wiped the sweat from her brow as she stared down at the crowd below. I fixed my clothes, zipping myself while Evie tried to set her ruined dress to rights.
“My host didn’t mention I’d have competition tonight.” The queen sighed.
“No. I don’t suppose Sundara would’ve.” I gave Vaughn a pointed stare. He averted his gaze and plopped down on the leather chaise. He rubbed a hand over his slick abs and sneaked a glance of Evie before staring at the ceiling with an expression caught between fury and confusion.
The queen toyed with her slave’s hair, so like her own I wondered if the witch had been chosen because of the shared resemblance. “I’ll have to spank her for that later, now that we’re finished.”
The temperature in the room went from sweltering to arctic. I sensed the side effects of Evie’s rage as the queen flipped the slave onto her back with vicious speed. “Mmm.” Vaughn glanced their way before sitting up to watch. “Now we’re gettin’ to the fun part.”
The queen pinned the wrists of her stunned prey in one hand and shared a smile with Vaughn.
“Mistress? You said if I was good tonight you’d let me—”
The queen’s caress of her slave’s jaw turned into a sharp squeeze that twisted the girl’s face with pain. Bloody half-moons dug into smooth skin, which the queen lapped like a cat.
“I said I’d let you live. I didn’t say how long, sweetness. That’s depends on how much punishment you can take before you give up.” She turned her attention to Vaughn. “Do you want to play a game with me?”
Vaughn stared at Evie. “If we’re gonna rip a pretty witch to shreds, then absolutely.”
The queen giggled. Evie turned her face away. For a moment I thought Evie would attack the queen. She clenched her fists and bared her fangs, but didn’t strike.
“I want to leave. Now.” My mate swiveled and stormed away from the sobbing witch on the bed. Outside, an usher stood at attention, waiting with immaculate clothes and dead eyes. I cast a glance over my shoulder, just as the queen drove her fangs into the slave’s throat.
“Vaughn.”
My brother stood and strolled to the door. “I’m not finished eating. I’m sure you two lovebirds will have fun without me.”
He shut the door.
Jealousy. It’s always jealousy with you, brother.
A second usher joined the first, my long coat draped over his arm. One usher held Evie’s pea coat for her to slip her arms through. The other slipped on my coat and handed me a note from Sundara.
I’ve decided to keep the wolf for the night. I hope you don’t mind. The usher will lead you to my private exit, which will let you out on Fifth Ave.
P.S. I look forward to seeing how much fun you had with your mate later. Don’t you just love modern technology?
“Fucking bitch.”
She’d recorded what happened in the box, I had no illusions about Sundara’s intentions. She might get off on the sex, but the secrets she collected really turned her on. She’d never share the footage. She’d just remind me the recording existed if she ever needed a rare favor.
“I have to get out of here, Jesse.” Evie shut her eyes. She shook so hard, her teeth chattered. Inside the box, despite the thick walls, a howl of despair sounded.
“Get me out of here. Get me out of this fucking tomb!”
20
> The world bled white, almost blinding me after emerging from black tunnels and a siren-red sex club. We exited the basement of an Upper East Side mansion, and climbed the steps to the blizzard-covered streets above. The few humans strolling by paid us no mind. They huddled to gird against the wind, while clutching groceries.
Evie stopped and stared up at the sky with a deep breath that escaped like a cloud from her swollen lips. She held out her hands and I looked up through her eyes. Cloud cover, the individual wisps that became flakes hurtled toward her open eyes. Patterns as intricate as the one Sundara carved into Stark’s thigh clung to each other as they tumbled down. I looked down and spied her closing her eyes.
“I used to hate winter. I hated being cold.” Flakes melted against her skin as she swayed. “But now? I could stand out here all night and never be as cold I as I used to be. Sometimes I lie awake at night, listening to my own heartbeat, and I can’t believe the sound is real. I can’t believe I’m real.”
I squinted through a gust of snow, the wind whistling in my eardrum, but not enough to block out her words.
“I wish I’d stayed dead. I woke up wrong, and no matter what I do—even if we break this bond tomorrow—I’ll still be this. I’ll still be the reason my parents are God knows where, hiding from people who want me dead. I’ll still be too hot to feel the cold for half the month, and too hungry to eat only human food. I’ll still let people like you and Vaughn touch me, just to ease the ache.”
I licked snow off my lips, and she mirrored the movement, despite her closed eyes. She opened them slowly and studied me. No tears, though her voice shook with them. She stared at me with a human gaze, with eyes so dark and vulnerable I wanted to turn away.
“I know you’re not looking to me for answers.” I shrugged. “You woke up this way, but I was born to be this. I don’t know anything else and I make no apologies. I’m powerful. I’m free as a creature on this planet can be. It’s this,” I motioned between us, “that isn’t normal. You’ll feel differently when we’re free of each other.”
