by Lucy Lyons
“Oz is in bad shape,” Gavin said. “They’ve got him where they think they want him – and I said that it would be the perfect time for you to manipulate him.”
“But my abilities don’t work on either of you,” Isabel countered.
“No, but Oz, as one of your makers and an angel, has a natural concern for your well-being.”
“How about you?” Isabel peeked into the main room of her prison.
“That’s not something they need to know about,” Gavin said. “The green dress looks good on you, wear it.”
“You haven’t even seen me in it,” Isabel protested.
“I saw it. I’ve seen you. It looks good on you.” Gavin met her gaze. “Get dressed right now, Isabel.”
Her hands began moving before she could completely process the command, and Isabel fought back the annoyance she felt at that particular aspect of her new existence. She pulled on the dress, wearing nothing underneath it. Then slipped on a pair of shoes that would coordinate. “Are we springing him tonight?”
“We are,” Gavin said. “Which is why we’re on a tight schedule.”
“Am I going to lose all these clothes?” Gavin snorted.
“You spent the entire day naked without noticing,” he pointed out. “Are you really going to miss clothes you haven’t even worn?”
“I just feel bad ... Oz spent a lot of money on them.”
“Oz would rather call it a loss and escape, I promise you,” Gavin said. “Are you ready?” Isabel stepped out of the little room and into the main part of her prison suite. Gavin gave her an approving nod, and a raking, appraising look. “Remember: the only thing that should show on your face is hunger.” Isabel rolled her eyes.
“I’m certainly hungry enough for that,” she said.
“Don’t be flip,” Gavin told her. “Look hungry, and obey any commands that I give you.” Isabel stared at Gavin for a moment.
“I can’t disobey any commands you give me,” she pointed out.
“Don’t make any comments about commands I give you. You should look like you are too eager to feed to even think about anything else.” Isabel could see that in spite of the vampire’s confidence, he was tense. Okay, so he’s not sure we can pull this off, obviously. Isabel took a deep breath and made her face carefully blank, before giving into the roiling, boiling sensation of need that she had struggled to keep at bay. “Good,” Gavin said, smiling slightly at her.
He took her hand and led her to the door. The whole time that she had been in the room – the days, Isabel thought – she had not been able to imagine how it was that the vampires could come and go, but she couldn’t even access the locking mechanism. She couldn’t even recognize a mechanism for controlling the lock anywhere near the door. Gavin, too quickly for her to see, bit his thumb and pressed it to a particular spot on the door. The lock clicked and thumped, the door opened. Isabel filed that particular fact away in the back of her mind to ask about later; it was obvious to her that it would be against Gavin’s wishes for her to speak on the way to wherever Oz was.
Gavin took her hand firmly in his and steered her out of the prison room, into a dimly-lit corridor. Isabel had barely been able to catch small slivers of the area behind her room, but she quickly realized that her cell had to be in a much larger building – and probably a very old one judging by the faintly dry, dusty smell she caught as she walked at Gavin’s side. The carpet under her shoes looked worn, not quite matted, but its fibers had definitely seen better days – sometime in the past fifty years, at least. The walls were paneled halfway up, and then papered to the ceiling in print that almost looked Victorian to Isabel’s eyes as they walked briskly through the hallway.
She followed Gavin, focusing on nothing more than the need to satisfy the hunger she could feel burning through her bones, coursing through her veins. If someone was watching – and based on Gavin’s warnings, she was fairly certain someone was – it would look as though she were barely keeping up with him, Isabel thought. It would look like she was following in his wake, positively eager to go wherever he led. “Stop,” Gavin said in a quiet, firm voice, and Isabel’s feet froze under her almost too quickly.
He turned to another door, and once again cut his thumb on his sharp teeth, pressing the bloody digit to a spot on the frame. The door turned out to not be a door at all, but instead the entrance into an old-fashioned elevator. Isabel wanted to ask Gavin just what building they were in, where it was, how old it was, but she kept her face carefully schooled, and her lips pressed together to keep any words from tumbling out. “Come on,” Gavin said, leading her onto the elevator.
As Gavin led her through the building, Isabel realized that every security measure was tied to the vampires; that it would be nearly impossible for anyone other than a vampire to leave the building unattended. Even if she had somewhere along the way been quick enough to get through the door of her room before it closed and locked behind one of her guests, she wouldn’t have gotten beyond the corridor. They got off the elevator, went down another corridor, and then down several flights of stairs. Isabel thought to herself that the vampires within the building would have to have extraordinary memories to be able to reliably navigate the place.
“We are about to see your other maker,” Gavin said, making his voice slightly derisive. “Are you ready to feast on him?”
“Yes,” Isabel replied, looking up at Gavin with what she hoped was pure longing and desire on her face.
“You will feed exactly as I tell you to feed, is that understood?” Isabel nodded. “And when I tell you to stop, you will immediately stop.”
“Yes,” Isabel said. Gavin led her down another corridor and came to a stop at a door. It was more secure than the one she had been locked up behind, with panels made of some dark material over it; it looked doubly cruel, and the security for it was obviously more intense. Gavin had to bite his finger three times, and place it against three different hidden sensors, before the panels moved aside. And then he had to make himself bleed once again to get the actual door to unlock and open. Isabel took a deep breath, steeling herself for the next phase of Gavin’s plan.
Chapter Fourteen
Oz’s cell was darker and seemed smaller than the one Isabel had been trapped in. As she followed Gavin into the room, her eyes adjusted, and she looked around. She could smell the angel, a woody, warm scent under the odor of blood and sweat, but for a moment she couldn’t see him. Then, as her gaze swept the room, she spotted Oz, and her heart stuttered in her chest.
He was crouched in a corner of the room, hunched over himself, hair lank and in his face. He was naked from the waist up, his jeans spattered with blood and other substances that Isabel couldn’t and didn’t want to identify. She shuddered at the sight of the angel, and shivered again when she realized his wings were out, their brilliance dulled. “Oz,” Gavin said. “Not in as bad a state as I feared.”
The angel looked up dully, spotted Gavin and then Isabel. His eyes widened. “Oh, are you on their side now, Gavin?”
“No,” Gavin said. “Just a little play-acting before we spring you. Also, I thought you might appreciate the recharge.” Oz half-smiled weakly. In spite of the angel’s dire condition, Isabel couldn’t deny the fact that it felt as though she had a hook embedded in her flesh, somewhere below her navel, and that she was being pulled towards Oz. Sharp pangs of desire jolted through her hips, and she felt her body reacting to the two men in the room with her— desire and hunger increasing by the moment. “It may not have escaped your notice that our offspring, here, is starving.” Oz looked at her.
“Gavin promised to take care of you,” Oz said. “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to protect you, Isabel.” Tears began to flow from his eyes, and Isabel stared in shock at the angel; she had never expected to feel pity towards the strong, powerful man, but somehow the flood of tears trailing down his face, even without any accompanying sobs, were the saddest thing she had ever seen. How could any of the vampires have been able to stan
d continuing to torture him?
“Go to him, Isabel,” Gavin told her firmly. “Make him feel good.” Even without the command, Isabel knew it would have been difficult for her to make herself hold back; but with the command from one of her makers, she found her feet moving even before she could consider the pathos of the image before her. Oz began to protest weakly, but Isabel’s new nature rose to the top of her mind, taking over.
“Shhh,” she murmured to the angel, letting her hips relax as she took the last few steps towards him. “Don’t push me away, Oz. Let me help you.” She sank down to her knees in front of him and reached for his face. Isabel brought her lips to Oz’s and kissed him hungrily, tasting his lips and tongue. A new jolt of desire coursed through her veins as Oz began to deepen the kiss, his arms wrapping around her, drawing her close. In spite of the abuse the angel had taken, his body felt amazing as ever, pressed against hers, and Isabel felt the slickness along her labia increasing, her pussy starting to tighten in preparation for the angel.
She broke away from his lips and dipped down to the angel’s neck, nipping and lapping at the skin there. Oz began to regain control of the situation, and his hands began to wander over her body, touching her through the fabric of her dress. Isabel could feel Gavin watching them, and some new sense she hadn’t had the chance to experience yet told her that her other maker’s arousal was increasing as Oz began to take over, slipping one hand up under the hem of her dress. “You’re starving,” Oz murmured. He sounded almost irritable, but as his fingers – by far warmer than Gavin’s – began to slide against her slick folds, Isabel felt the tension in his body that told her he was becoming more and more aroused.
Oz stood unsteadily, lifting Isabel with him, and Isabel moaned as Oz’s hands found the zipper on her dress. “As glad as I am that I bought this for you,” Oz told her, tugging the zipper down, “It’s annoying as hell right now.” The fabric slid down over her skin with a whisper, and Isabel heard Gavin’s chuckle behind her.
Oz pushed Isabel towards the bed, his eyes blazing in the room’s dimness. “Tell me right now what you want, Isabel,” he said firmly.
“I want you both,” Isabel replied without hesitation. “I want you both to fuck me over and over again, every way you can think of. I want to taste your cock again, and feel you come inside my pussy, and then I want you to take me from behind while I suck Gavin off, and make you both come at the same time.” Oz half-smiled.
“You work well, Gavin.” He barely glanced at the vampire before turning his attention back onto Isabel.
“I’ve been keeping her on a diet,” Gavin explained. “I didn’t want her under anyone’s influence but ours.” Oz nodded absently and began to unbutton and unzip his jeans, hooking his thumbs in the waistband to tug them down over his hips. His cock sprung free of the confining material, and Isabel’s mouth watered. Almost before she could even think of what to do, she sat up on the bed and nearly lunged towards him, reaching for the erection and wrapping her fingers around it.
“Definitely hungry,” Oz said, amusement rippling through his voice. Isabel looked up at his face as she began to stroke him. She thought Oz’s cock wasn’t quite as burning-hot as Gavin’s had been the times he had come to feed her, but it was larger, and she thought about the way that her body would adapt to him, according to Gavin. Him and Gavin at the same time… oh…. oh…. fuck… a hot-cold chill worked through her body with the image of both men taking her at once. She’d never in her life been in a threesome, and the idea of being penetrated by two men at once had never appealed to her, but she was so hungry that the thought of being trapped between the vampire and the angel, feeling them both inside of her body--filling her up, pushing against her tightness, hot and cold everywhere--was like seeing a three-course meal laid out on a table after spending a day not eating.
Isabel brought the tip of Oz’s cock to her lips and closed her eyes, sucking and licking at the fluids that had begun to accumulate there. Oz’s fingers tangled in her hair and Isabel took more and more of him into her mouth eagerly, moaning at the taste and feel of him; hot, silken skin against her lips, sharp-sweet taste, the spongy quality of the tip – it was as if she had been waiting all day for Oz’s cock without knowing it. Oz groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair, tugging lightly. “I’d almost suspect ... that you’re enjoying watching this,” she heard Oz say; Isabel glanced up at Oz’s face as she took as much of him into her mouth as possible. She could feel the tip of him brushing against the top of her throat.
“She’s a greedy little thing, isn’t she?” Isabel was so absorbed in pleasuring Oz with her mouth that she didn’t notice anything else. “Look up at Oz,” Gavin murmured. Isabel did as she was told, briefly disoriented as she struggled to keep moving and look at the angel at the same time. “Take your mouth off his cock and tell him how much you want his come inside you.” Isabel pulled back, breathless with desire and need, and Oz’s erection slid out of her mouth.
“I’m starving for it,” she told the angel.
“Beg him,” Gavin said firmly.
“Please … please, Oz,” she murmured.
Oz’s hands on her head brought her mouth back to his cock. “If you want it, you’ll have to work for it,” Oz told her, mimicking Gavin’s firm delivery. “Show me how much you want it.” Isabel went to work once more, taking as much of Oz’s erection into her mouth as she could, swirling her tongue around the sensitive flesh.
“You do realize, don’t you, Oz, that we could do whatever we wanted to her like this,” Gavin said, from behind her.
“I … fuck, Isabel ... I don’t have your proclivities,” Oz said.
“A good little succubus like our girl here,” Gavin said, “can get off just from sucking a man off. She barely kept herself from fucking a trainer. Eager little thing. Think of what a catch she would be for the council.”
“I’d rather not,” Oz said, before groaning as Isabel reached up to cup his warm testicles in her hand and began to carefully squeeze and rub them against the base of his shaft.
“Izzy,” Gavin purred. “You’d just love it if you had both of us in you at the same time, wouldn’t you?” Isabel barely even registered the annoyance she normally felt at the hated nickname; the thought of taking both men at once spurred her to even greater effort, and she mumbled an affirmative with Oz’s cock still between her lips.
All at once, Oz groaned, his hands tightening against her scalp, and Isabel felt the twitch of his cock, the telltale spasm through his balls as he came. She swallowed eagerly as hot, sticky-slick fluid flooded her mouth. Isabel’s mind went blank as she devoured the gush of come, hungry for as much as Oz could possibly give her. She worked him with lips and tongue and hand, almost milking his erection, until Oz let out a sound somewhere between pain and pleasure and relief, pulling back from her unsteadily.
In an instant, his hands locked on her waist and he threw her down onto the bed. “My turn,” he said, his voice almost growling in her ear. He pinned her down on her stomach, slipping between her legs from behind. “Beg him to fuck you, Izzy,” Gavin commanded.
“Please, please fuck me, Oz,” Isabel said, hearing the almost pathetic whimper in her own voice. She pushed her hips back, able to feel the burning heat of his erection against her skin; even without the command, it would have been easy to make her beg. She wanted to feel Oz inside of her almost more than she wanted to breathe, and the fact that he was still hard excited her more
Oz thrust into her all at once, ignoring the convulsive tightness of her body as it flexed around him. “Want it harder?”
“Yes!” Isabel lifted her hips and pushed back against him, scrabbling for a grip on the messy sheets of the bed, for some kind of leverage to give her the ability to take him deeper.
“Look at me,” Gavin said. “Tell me how good his cock feels inside you.”
“It feels … fuck! God ... god it feels so good,” Isabel said, looking at the vampire. Gavin’s gaze was riveted on the sight of
Oz taking her, his hips pressed flush against her buttocks. All at once, the burning, thick heat of it slid out of her and Isabel groaned in frustration.
“Do you want it in your ass, Isabel?” Her heart beat faster in her chest with a mixture of fear and need.
“We … there’s no lube,” she said cautiously. Oz chuckled.
“You don’t need it,” he told her. “But I take it you’ve never done that before.” Isabel shook her head. “Time enough for that, soon enough.” Isabel moaned as he thrust into her again, moving hard and fast along her inner walls.
“She does seem greedy,” Oz said. Isabel wasn’t certain, but she thought the angel sounded better, stronger.
Pleasure tingled and crackled through her veins, along her bones, and Isabel gave herself up to the sensation, panting and gasping for breath, moaning as Oz slammed into her, deeper and deeper.
Oz groaned in pleasure, and Isabel bit the fabric of the bed sheets, moaning as a second – maybe even a third – orgasm began to rack her body, burning through her nervous system. Her climax intensified as she felt Oz’s body tense against her, and then again, as she felt the first gush of burning-hot fluids beginning to flood her. Isabel heard herself screaming with pleasure, the sound barely muffled by the sheets as she buried her face against the bed. Her mind went utterly blank as Oz’s climax peaked, and she sagged against the sheets, for the moment satisfied.
