Bloodsong: Midnight Playground, Book 2

by Eden Bradley

  They took her to the smallest of the bondage frames, a freestanding carved wooden square that was perhaps eight feet tall and eight feet wide, and paused before it.

  “We’re going to undress you now, my beauty,” Aleron told her.

  Ever’s hand moved over her back, finding the zipper to her dress and drawing it down slowly. “Such pretty, golden skin,” he said, as he let the dress slip to the floor, revealing her naked body beneath. “And her breasts… She is perfect. An angel.”

  She felt her head emptying out, her body light, weighed down only by her own desire, thick in her veins, and the vampire’s hands on her. Aleron held her around the waist while Ever stroked her breasts, filling his palms with them, then thumbing her hardening nipples.

  “Ah!”

  “Yes, you like that, Meeraj. I can feel your excitement. It excites me, too, as much as the sight of your lovely body, your golden skin. As much as the idea of sharing you with Aleron.” Ever stroked her breasts, his touch a cool feather on her skin, desire shimmering through her in long, undulating waves. “We have been lovers before, Aleron and I, many times over the centuries. Does that arouse you? Yes, I can see that it does. It does me, as well, remembering. Picturing what his naked body looks like. What his hard cock feels like in my hands, in my mouth. What it feels like when he fucks me.”

  He was sending images into her head. Aleron standing over him, the sliding of his cock into Ever’s ass. The sensations, the sweet scent of vampire blood. Her pussy was soaking wet, needy, pulsing.

  “Ah, you enjoy this.”

  Ever slipped a hand between her thighs, his fingers sliding in her juices. Need was hot and sweet, cutting into her, making her clit pulse. She thought she would fall, but Aleron tightened his grip around her waist.

  “Please…” she whispered.

  “Please what, my golden angel?” Ever asked, his hand stilling.

  “Please…touch me. I want you to touch me. To whip me.”

  To be played by him…them…Ever and Aleron.

  Ever laughed, the sound reverberating around the room, echoing on the marble and the mirrors. “I intend to. We intend to, don’t we Aleron? To touch you. To whip you. And so much more.”

  He moved his hand away then, and she collapsed into Aleron’s embrace.

  “Very good, my beauty,” he said, his breath warm against her hair.

  Then they took her hands and she heard a small click as the golden cuffs were fastened around her wrists. Long gold chains held her arms out wide on either side, attached to the sides of the bondage frame. They slipped her boots off next, and her ankles were restrained in the same way, so that her legs were spread, as well. She had never felt so vulnerable in her life, but gorgeously so. The two ancient and beautiful vampires stood before her.

  Aleron looped an arm around Ever’s shoulder. And as she watched, he pulled the older vampire in for a kiss.

  Their lips met, briefly, a small kiss, then another. Ever pulled back a few inches, and his tongue, wet and pink, came out to touch Aleron’s lower lip.

  She could hardly stand it. They were too beautiful, too utterly sensual. She had never seen anything like it.

  Her pussy was drenched, her breasts aching, as she watched them. Their mouths were crushed together now, the kiss becoming more urgent, more primal. She pulled against her restraints, needing to feel that she was held firmly in place, that there was something to control this wild, aching need.

  They began to undress each other, their clothes coming off in seconds. They stood together, two tall, pale bodies of dizzying, unearthly beauty she could barely comprehend. Long, lean muscles, their skin like the whitest satin, gleaming in the soft light. Their two cocks, both long, hard as silk over steel, the plump and succulent heads pink. Almost touching.

  They kissed once more, briefly, smiled to each other before turning their attention to her.

  Every nerve in her body came alive with their gazes on her—one pair like a clear blue sky she had only ever imagined, the other bottomless black fire. Her body surged. They came closer.

  Four hands on her then, stroking everywhere: her belly, arms, thighs. Unbelievable sensation. She was immediately overwhelmed, her body flooded, her own moans soft in her ears. Then her gasp as Aleron gave her nipples a hard pinch.

  “You’re ready for us,” he said.

  “I am always ready for you,” she managed to get out. “For whatever you want of me.”

  Anything for you…for you both.

  Ever’s laughter, soft and smoky. “Oh, you are something, aren’t you? Beautiful girl. And your absolute submission is every bit as gorgeous as your golden body, your exotic face.”

  They both stepped away for several moments, leaving her bereft, confused. She was deep in subspace. There was no other option, with these two powerful beings touching her, commanding her. Then she felt the heat behind her.

  Aleron.

  And the cooler presence of Ever.

  One moment of exquisite anticipation, then the sharp crack of the whip against her back.

  “Oh!”

  Her body melted, pain and pleasure fusing like water. She recognized instantly the difference in the touch of the whip, and knew it was Ever.

  The whip came down again, and again. She surged into its kiss, wanting the pain, wanting to please them both. Wanting the pleasure of it all.

  It was a hard whipping, her skin going raw quickly. She was panting, her body working to convert the pain to pleasure, her mind flooded with endorphins. Soon, it became too much. Too much desire, sharp in her veins. Too much pain pelting her skin, over and over. Tears pooled in her eyes, flowed down her cheeks.

  “Enough,” Aleron said, his tone commanding.

  It stopped.

  She sighed, pulled in a gasping breath. Aleron came around until he was in front of her.

  “You did well, Meeraj.”

  He kissed her cheek, her forehead, and her chest ached, needing him. Wanting to please him. Needing him.

  He pulled back, gazed into her eyes. Some strange intensity in his gaze, but she couldn’t make it out. Her head was spinning, her body consumed with desire. Her heart ached for him. He moved in closer, laid his lips on hers. And his hand went between her spread legs, his fingers teasing at her slit. She opened for him, his hot tongue sliding between her lips, his strong fingers sinking deep into her pussy. She moaned into his mouth, her body burning. She melted into him.

  Aleron…

  The whip took her by surprise, coming down hard across her buttocks. Aleron’s hot mouth never let her go as the whipping began once more, his fingers working inside her. Pleasure was like a tide, drowning her, taking her under. All she knew was Aleron’s mouth on hers, the kiss of the whip on her flesh, scalding her skin, and the aching throb of her pussy. And something more…that odd humming sensation in her veins she’d felt with Aleron before, as though her blood were hot and moving faster and faster, vibrating in her body. Then making a sound, like the long, drawn out note of a faraway flute. She understood in an instant that it was Aleron’s song she heard, but in her veins. And it was more powerful than it had been before, until it was a lovely white roar in her head.

  The whip stopped at the same moment Aleron pulled away. He held her chin in his hand. “You feel it,” he whispered, awe in his voice, his pale brows drawn together. “The Bloodsong. Impossible that it’s happening, yet you feel it too. And I feel it so strongly now… Impossible,” he repeated.

  She nodded her head. She didn’t understand what it was about, only the overwhelming intensity of it.

  “I’ve known for a while…that it’s happening to you. It means something. You are meant to be here with me, Meeraj.”

  It seemed a crucial bit of information. But she couldn’t think straight. Later…later. All she could think of now was that he’d said she was meant for him. Her heart surged, tightened.

  She hadn’t realized until he wiped a tear with his thumb that she was still crying.

 
“So, so lovely,” he whispered.

  He drew his thumb to his lips, licked her tears from the fleshy tip, licked her juices from his fingers.

  “Yes, lovely,” Ever agreed, coming around to stand with Aleron once more. He held Aleron’s hand to his lips, pulled the fingertips that had just been inside her body into his mouth and sucked, then let them go. “I can almost taste the flavor of her blood. Almost. I don’t want to wait, Aleron. Shall we have her now?”

  Aleron nodded, his gaze still locked on hers.

  While Aleron watched, Ever unchained her—her ankles, one wrist, then the other. He slipped his arm around her body when she would have fallen, his arm coming under her legs, the other under her back as he picked her up and carried her to the bed in the center of the room. There, he laid her down against the pillows gently, the velvet coverlet soft on her skin. As he moved back, she had a brief moment to think that it was this, the exquisite contrast of primal need and gentle touch, their absolute command and this odd tenderness, that really got to her.

  They stood side by side, a pair of statues, almost too beautiful to look at—their faces, their bodies, their rigid cocks.

  “You enjoy the sight of us,” Aleron said. It wasn’t a question, but she nodded her head. “You’d like to see us touch each other, wouldn’t you?”

  “Oh, yes…”

  He smiled at her, and slipped his arm around Ever’s slender waist, turning until they faced each other. Aleron’s hand smoothed over the ancient skin, his fingers gliding over the tip of Ever’s long, rigid cock.

  Ever hissed, his hips arching. Aleron smiled and began to stroke.

  Pleasure pulsed in her body as though it were her pussy beneath his caress. She swore she could feel it, the stroking, stroking, the pleasure of the rhythm, his hand coming over the sensitive head. And she realized she was getting Ever’s sensations, the ancient vampire’s pleasure.

  She wanted to slip her own hand between her thighs, to ease the knife-sharp need building there. But she would not do it, not with these two. Not unless she was instructed to do so.

  Aleron paused, grabbed Ever’s hand and brought it to his own cock, and she watched as Ever’s fingers clasped around that rock-hard flesh, flesh she knew well. Craved. Needed.

  Her nipples, her clit, were swollen, throbbing. When Ever stroked Aleron, both their hands moving in time, she thought she would die of yearning, her pussy clenching hard.

  She couldn’t wait one more moment.

  “Please,” she begged.

  They both turned to her, those burning gazes. Then they slid onto the bed, one on either side of her. She thought she might come right then, simply from having them next to her, these two fierce, ethereal figures, all pale flesh and rock-hard cocks and nearly unbearable beauty.

  “Hold it back,” Aleron ordered her.

  She bit her lip, hard, nodded her head. Another tear fell. There was nothing she could do about it.

  “Ah, don’t take it so hard, little beauty,” Ever whispered to her, taking one of her hands and brushing a kiss across her knuckles.

  She couldn’t figure it out, how he could be so powerful, so ancient, and so sweet at the same moment. Ever seemed sad to her, in the way Aleron did, only more so. And yet, there was this gentleness about him. And he was so, so gorgeous…like some fallen angel.

  Aleron’s hand on her cheek, his fingers tracing her lips, and she could almost forget Ever was there. The hard knot of emotion solidifying in her chest, she lifted her head a little to kiss Aleron’s fingertips.

  “My sweet beauty,” he murmured.

  His crystal-blue gaze was alive with desire, hot. Yet still, behind all of that, she could see that trace of sadness. If only she could take it away.

  “That is not for you,” he said, a shadow flitting across his features.

  “Aleron—”

  “Shh. Be in the moment. With us.”

  Ever’s hand slid across her belly, then lower, and as his fingers found her clitoris, she ceased to think altogether. He pinched with his clever fingers, just hard enough, sending shivers of desire through her, like tiny shards of glass. Aleron bent to take one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking, licking. She was lost in sensation, all thought gone.

  Their hands and mouths were everywhere at once—her nipples, her clit, fingers pressing into her pussy. Pleasure rose, surged, a hot tide pounding through her. She was writhing with it, and they were writhing, their hard cocks pressing against her body—her hip, her thigh. She wanted them to fuck her.

  “Yes,” Aleron answered her thoughts. “We want you, Meeraj. But first you will come for us.”

  He sat and pulled her into his arms, using his strong hands to spread her thighs wide. Ever gave her a small, mysterious smile, his sharp eyeteeth flashing, before he reached back and loosed his hair. It fell around him like a veil, shimmering in the soft light. She reached out to touch it before she could stop herself, paused and pulled her hand back with a gasp.

  “It’s all right, Meeraj,” Aleron told her. “Touch it.”

  Ever took her hand and helped her to bury her fingers in that satin curtain. It was unbelievably soft, the sensation another layer of pleasure.

  “It’s beautiful,” she murmured.

  Then Ever bent his silken blond head between her thighs, burying his face in her mound.

  His tongue was a lightning-hot flicker at her swollen pussy lips. She fought to hold still. She thought she would come. She thought she might die, just like this—in Aleron’s arms, Ever’s lovely mouth between her thighs, his hair spread out over her naked skin like a blanket of pure silk.

  Another small flick, and she groaned.

  Then he went to work, his tongue flicking at her hard clit, then licking, harder and harder. He sucked it into his mouth, and Aleron pressed his teeth to her wrist and bit.

  She exploded. Heat and pleasure, hot and sharp and shattering her into a thousand tiny pieces. And in her head was Aleron—his face, his hands, the taste of his lips on hers. A hard surge of his heart, for her.

  Her.

  Not Emeline.

  “Oh…Aleron…Aleron!”

  She was shaking. But it wasn’t over. Ever rose up on his arms, his body between her spread legs. She raised her knees. As Aleron held her, his arms tight about her waist, Ever slid inside her.

  He was as hard as though his cock were made of heavy glass, cool and smooth, filling her. Her pussy clenched with the last of her climax, her head still spinning, her thoughts jumbled.

  Yes, Ever, beautiful Ever. I want you…

  But only because Aleron still held her, because he was there with her, just as he’d promised.

  No one had ever kept a promise to her. Not even her brothers, promising to care for her. And no one had made a promise to her since she’d lost Dev.

  Ever was pumping into her, and it was impossible to think as pleasure rose in her once more. His body was lovely, powerful, his face frightening, exquisite. She could sense how he held back so he wouldn’t let the blood lust take over, so he wouldn’t damage her. And Aleron, her guardian angel, holding her safe.

  Anything for you, Aleron…

  Ever’s hips moved, his cock piercing her, driving pleasure into her sex, her belly. Aleron was caressing her breasts, so softly, the sensation gentle and lovely, contrasting with Ever’s powerful thrusts.

  “Aleron…” she gasped.

  “What is it, Meeraj?”

  “I’m going to come again… Drink from me…please.”

  He pulled her hair back with one hand, the other still stroking her hard nipple, and let his teeth rest against the side of her throat. Anticipation was almost as keen and sharp as Ever’s heavy cock plunging into her, pushing pleasure deeper and deeper into her body.

  “See, Meeraj,” Ever commanded. “See my pleasure. Make it yours.”

  He sent images into her mind: bodies writhing on this very bed, the two dark, beautiful vampires who stood guard outside the doors, their long limbs entwined,
their mouths on Ever’s cock, taking turns sucking him. Then both of them on their knees, facing each other, only inches apart, their hands fisted around their own cocks, stroking themselves as Ever watched, stroking, stroking. Then pressing the heads of their cocks together as they came onto each other’s leanly muscled thighs.

  She rose from her dream daze as Ever lifted her wrist to his lips, and she watched, waiting for him to pierce her flesh, to take the Seeking Kiss. Waiting for her climax to overtake her.

  Aleron’s hand shot out, grabbing Ever’s wrist.

  “No,” he said, his voice quiet, deadly calm.

  Ever smiled. “As you wish, Aleron. I am happy to simply fuck your lovely girl.” He laid a kiss on her wrist, soft and sweet, and plunged roughly into her. Keeping his gaze on Aleron, he plunged again, a hard, hurting thrust that sent pleasure spiraling into her, leaving her on the edge.

  “I’m going to come, Meeraj. Into you, your beautiful body.” Ever angled his hips and thrust once more. “Ah, you like this, when I fuck you too hard. You’re going to come, as well, little beauty. Come with me.”

  As he pounded into her, her body surged, and as Aleron bit into her neck, she came once more in a torrent of heat. Ever tensed, cried out, arching into her in hard, punishing thrusts as he climaxed. His come was hot inside her, and he kept stabbing into her, even as his cock softened.

  “Ah, beautiful angel,” he murmured, his head dropping, his hair falling all around her as her eyes grew heavy, her mind dazed.

  Even with the most beautiful vampire bending over her, his cock still inside her body, all she could think of was Aleron.

  My Aleron.

  Her vision dimmed, went dark.

  Aleron felt her go loose in his arms. Ever lifted his head, smiled at him beatifically, then withdrew, rolled onto his side and laid down on the bed so that Aleron could shift her onto the pillows. He knew she’d sleep for hours now. He knew he could still fuck her if he wished. But despite his raging hard cock, he would let her rest. He didn’t want to think about why he felt so protective of her. Why he wouldn’t let Ever drink from her.