Mate With Me

by BJ Wane

  “Mason…”

  “I don’t want to discuss this anymore, Damien,” he stated coldly.

  Abby watched Damien leave, disappointment warring with anger at the way he had practically ignored her since she had joined them with the other women. Watching the way the other women’s mates greeted them, as if they had been parted for days instead of less than an hour, as if they couldn’t wait to get their hands on them, run their fingers over their bare flesh, their only thought to bring them pleasure, had been an eye opener, one she didn’t want to shut out. She now saw how they coped with the almost constant ache for each other, not allowing place or privacy to keep them from connecting and easing their need.

  She looked up, startled, when Kim and Noah stood and approached her. Her startlement was nothing compared to her surprise when Kim asked, “Do you play?”

  “Uh, play what?” She thought she knew, was pretty sure they wanted her to join them in a threesome, and while the idea had her pussy clenching in an automatic effort to contain a gush of moisture at the possibility, her first thought was for Damien and how he might take it.

  “Kim likes touching other women, especially when I’m fucking her. Since Damien hasn’t claimed you and we saw the way you were watching all of us, we thought we’d welcome you among us in our own way,” Noah told her as he moved his hands up from where they were clasped loosely around Kim’s waist to cup her full breasts, his thumbs rasping over her turgid nipples.

  Abby’s own nipples responded in kind, puckered tightly and ached to be touched the way Kim was being aroused. She had never considered being pleasured by a woman, never harbored any desire to experience a girl on girl encounter, but being so close to Damien again as well as in the sex charged atmosphere of the other couples, had her on edge for a much needed climax.

  The loud voices of Damien and Mason arguing drew all of their attention and with a sigh of reluctance, Jacob rose, saying, “We better go see what’s up.”

  Luc tugged on Abby’s hair as he rose with Jon. She looked up into his face and felt herself blushing crimson at the knowing glint in his brown eyes. “Go for it, sweetie. It just might shock Damien into pulling his head out of his ass.”

  “Okay,” she quickly agreed before she could change her mind, her gaze shifting from Luc to Noah and Kim. “But, I’ve never…I mean, I don’t know what…”

  Smiling, Kim dropped to her knees in front of her. “Relax, I’ll do it all.” Reaching up, she pulled Abby’s top over her head and made quick work of freeing her breasts by undoing the front hook on her bra.

  “Oh, God,” Abby moaned when Kim’s soft mouth closed over her right nipple and suckled softly. The pull of her lips accompanied by the nip of her teeth worrying that tender bud sent shards of pleasure straight down to her pussy and had her aching to be filled. She wanted to close her eyes and savor the pleasure, bask in this new experience, but seeing Noah pull a tube of lubricant from his pocket and kneel behind Kim kept her eyes wide open and riveted on his actions.

  Smiling reassuringly at her over Kim’s shoulder, he said, “You have lovely breasts, Abby. Damien must be a saint to resist you for so long. They look even prettier with my mate’s mouth on them.”

  His words as well as his look made her shiver, the mention of Damien increasing her lust as she wished he was here, wished he was as eager to fuck her as Noah obviously was to fuck Kim. There was no question that she was aroused by Kim sucking her nipples, no denying she ached for release, but she wasn’t anywhere close to as aroused as she had been with Damien last night, her mark barely pulsing. That little erotic charge, she was sure, was due to him being as near as out in the hallway.

  Kim bent over more, burying her face in Abby’s breasts, a soft moan escaping her as Noah spread her buttocks and sank two lubed fingers into her ass before replacing them with the slow insertion of his cock. The hard look of concentration, barely suppressed urgency and devotion on Noah’s face was the most erotic sight Abby had ever seen. When he began to pump her ass with deep, measured strokes, Kim’s pleasure was revealed in the way her mouth voraciously went after Abby’s breasts. Abby clutched her hands around Kim’s head, holding her tighter to her breasts as she relished the pleasure tingling in her nipples and clutching at her pussy. When Noah tightened his hands on Kim’s hips and began pounding into her, taking her hard and fast, Abby moaned right along with Kim, could actually feel the pleasure rippling through Kim’s body draped over hers as she cried out in climax.

  But it wasn’t until Noah bent over her back and sank his fangs into Kim’s vulnerable neck, never letting up on his pounding possession of her ass as he feasted on her blood that Abby finally saw the true reality of what it meant to be claimed by one of the brethren.

  The sight that greeted him when Damien returned to the great room kept him rooted in place in shock. Abby looked fucking awesome clutching Kim’s face to her bare breasts, her face filled with arousal, her eyes riveted to Noah’s head buried in the curve of Kim’s neck as he fed. She didn’t look repulsed, on the contrary, her look was one of lust filled rapture, curiosity and longing. She always did embrace life and new experiences head on; living each day to the fullest while he simply existed, day after day, letting guilt keep him from moving on.

  When Noah gently lifted Kim and disappeared with her in his arms, Abby slid her hand under her skirt, obviously intent on getting her own relief. The room was empty now except for the two of them and his cock hardened with urgency, every good and noble intention he had harbored for the past three years threatening to go up in a flame of searing lust and need. As much as he wanted to claim her, he didn’t see any other way to keep Abby safe other than by keeping himself from completely possessing her, but that didn’t mean he had to withhold himself back completely.

  Even as he questioned the wisdom of indulging in yet another limited encounter with Abby, he was moving forward with every intention of doing just that. “You seem to be spreading yourself around lately.” His anger was aimed more at himself because he couldn’t seem to control himself around her than at her for simply seeking the pleasure he continually denied her.

  Abby slowly let her eyes move up his body, her gaze lingering on the erection straining his slacks before traveling up to his hard face. She shivered in longing as those dark brown eyes caressed her reddened nipples before returning her perusal and moving from her breasts to watch her fingers slip under her panties.

  “You don’t want me so why deny those who do?” Abby returned coolly as she tantalized him by slipping her middle finger into her sheath.

  “I’m trying to keep you safe,” he bit out, the urge to rip those panties off and replace her finger with his cock nearly overwhelming.

  Abby snorted. “As if you’d ever hurt me or any other innocent woman. Want to tell me why you think otherwise?”

  “No. I want you to slip out of those panties.” He couldn’t bear to see her gorgeous blue eyes look at him with revulsion, which she was bound to do if she knew just how low he had sunk during the first year of his transformation. He would rather watch her turn to another man than watch her turn away from him in disappointment, maybe even hate at what he had allowed himself to do.

  There was a desperate note in his voice behind that stark ‘no’ as well as a desperate look on his face as he watched her slip her panties off. Abby would do anything for him, and if that meant settling for these limited encounters, then that was what she would do, at least for now. “Your turn,” she said as she leaned back, spread her legs and sifted her fingers through her damp curls, her eyes on his crotch as he slowly lowered his zipper over his straining cock. “Commando?”

  “It’s much more comfortable when I’m around you.” Damien fisted his cock, his eyes glued to her gaping pussy as she sank two fingers into her moist, pink depths. Was there anything prettier than a woman’s pussy, he wondered as she slowly pulled them back out, their damp sheen a telltale sign of her arousal. Her clit was clearly visible, red and puffy, the sight of
it making his mouth water.

  “I’m thinking you and the others are right about that. I was shocked when I saw the other women were barely dressed and none of them wore underwear. I think I’m going to have to follow their example, at least while I’m here.”

  At the thought of her running around naked under those skirts she always wore, her breasts, ass and pussy easily available to him, had his cock jerking in his hand and him thinking she might have been safer staying in her apartment, away from him. His fangs lowered, ached with the need to sink into the soft pulse beating erotically in her neck, imagining the sweet taste of her blood on his tongue. He had fed before picking her up this evening, yet he felt the bite of hunger, a hunger that could only be appeased by her.

  “Why don’t you use your mouth for something other than putting pictures in my head that are sure to distract me from keeping you safe?” Stepping between her splayed legs, he grasped her behind her head and pulled her mouth onto his cock, holding the base as he slowly fed himself to her, inch by inch, until she was moaning around his girth. “Good, bebe?”

  Nodding, Abby closed her eyes, relishing the taste of him, marveling that she was able to engulf over half of his length as the width of him stretched her mouth to its fullest. Shoving aside his hand, she replaced it with her own, holding him tightly at the root as she stroked his silken hardness over and over before she slowly pulled back. Swiping her tongue over his crown, she tasted the salty essence of his seeping slit, that small sign of his arousal making her pussy gush around her fingers, clutch at them tightly as she continued to finger herself.

  Damien ran a finger around her lips, stroking his cock as he did so. “I’ve never felt anything so good, ma petite, as your mouth on me, your tongue licking me as if you can’t get enough. Yes, there, right there,” he groaned as she caressed the underside of his cockhead, managed to stroke over a very sensitive spot that had him struggling to hold back his release.

  Abby basked in his rough praise. Knowing she was pleasing him enhanced her own reaction, heightened her own excitement until it was difficult to continue stroking herself while sucking on him. Stilling her fingers, she left them snuggled in the warm, damp cavern of her pussy and concentrated fully on him. Dipping down, she once again engulfed him in her mouth, taking him deep until his tip was touching the back of her throat before pulling back slightly. More fluid seeped from his slit, coated her tongue and slid smoothly down her throat. Each loop of her tongue around his rigid hardness had him stiffening even more as the deep suction from her lips and cheeks had him jerking in pleasure. Moving her hand down to his sac, she rolled his balls in her palm and smiled around him when he cursed and thrust into her mouth with more force.

  It was her turn to moan in pleasure when he gripped her hair and held her head still so he could take over, his other hand roughly kneading her breasts. With him in control, all she had to do was bathe his cock with her tongue, tighten her mouth around him as he attempted to pull back from her, much like her pussy would do. She resumed her finger fucking, unable to ignore her body’s demand that she ease the ache she had built. When Damien stroked over her mark on the side of her breast it was all she could do to keep from exploding, but she wanted to wait, hold back until she had pleased him first. Thankfully, she felt him jerk even stronger in her mouth, tasted a larger spew of semen as he fucked her mouth even faster, indicating he was close.

  When Damien moved both hands to cup her face, she braced herself for his climax and as it erupted from his balls to shoot down her throat, she let the pleasure she heard in his cry wash over her. The sound of the storm raging outside matched that of the storm of his release, but she didn’t let either scare her away. Looking up at him, she saw his eyes were glowing red, the tip of his fangs gleaming wickedly from his taut lips. He had the look of a predator, but she wasn’t afraid. Just as she knew she was safe from the wind and hail battering the house and windows, she knew she was safe from whatever demon Damien was struggling against letting loose.

  As he groaned with the last of his release, she splintered apart, joining him in the ecstasy of simply letting go, embracing the pleasure being with him wrought.

  Unable to stand seeing her look so confused and alone a moment longer, Jacob joined Abrielle on the back veranda, taking a seat next to her on the porch glider. “It’s late, Abby, aren’t you tired?”

  “Yes, but I don’t think I can sleep just yet.” Reaching down, Abby stroked Tasha’s large, soft head, her growling purrs as soothing as the now distant sounds of the storm that had moved on.

  “You know it’s not you, don’t you? You’re his mate, the one he is meant to be with. We can no more deny our mate than we can exist without blood.”

  “Funny,” she returned derisively, “he doesn’t seem to have any trouble turning away from me time after time. Why, Jacob? What could he possibly have done to make him think he could potentially hurt me?”

  Abby had no sooner recovered from her climax when Damien had simply told her Jacob would be in residence should she need anything before he returned by dawn and then simply left without another word, leaving her sitting there half naked, alone, frustrated and confused. Again.

  Slipping an arm around her hunched shoulders, Jacob drew her head to his shoulder. “I have no idea, and I’m closest to him than any of the others. We’ve talked of everything before and after Isabelle changed our lives, except for that one year he spent with her. All I can tell you is she’s evil, Abby, and without conscience. She had a mate centuries ago, but apparently couldn’t cope when he died. By seeking each of us out, changing us, she sought to replace her mate. But it doesn’t work that way and deep down she knew that. There is only one significant person for each of us.”

  “Is that why none of the others have changed their mates, made them like them? Because they might flip out like she has if they were to die?”

  “Not really, no. Who you are, your nature whether good or bad, doesn’t change if you become vampire. I know nothing of Vladamir, what kind of person he was, but I do know that every existing member of our brethren is a good man. Who knows,” he said with a shrug, “maybe he was just unlucky enough to be saddled with a shrew for a mate, or maybe they both allowed the enhanced pleasures of their vampiric state go to their head, chose to live a life of debauchery instead of doing good with what they were given.”

  “Debauchery?” she teased him, looking up at him with an impish grin. “Your age is showing, Jacob.”

  Jacob returned the smile he was happy to see on her face. “Show some respect for your elders, imp.”

  Chuckling, she snuggled back into his side, once again stroking Tasha when she nudged her idle hand. Of all the brethren, she was most comfortable with Jacob. He had always looked after her as a big brother, whereas Damien had been more of an authority figure, at least until the last few years. “I’m sorry you’re stuck babysitting me. I’m sure you’d rather be out with the guys knocking heads in back alleys, or maybe spending time with a woman who could be more to you than a responsibility or a kid sister.”

  Jacob laughed outright, startling her because she rarely heard him laugh. “Make no mistake, sweetheart, if you weren’t Damien’s woman, my hands would be attempting to see if those pretty breasts I saw earlier are as soft as they looked, if those berry red nipples were as hard as they seemed.”

  Abby sat up and stared at him incredulously. “Seriously?!” He had never indicated in any way that he saw her as anything but a younger relation. She would have to be blind and dumb not to find him attractive. He wore his thick, wavy hair, a shade lighter than her dark brown, collar length, his Irish green eyes could pin you with a look or sear you with a simple glance and his tall, deceptively lean build would induce fantasies in any red blooded woman. But she had never wanted him the way she did Damien. Her mark was now quiet and she knew if he were to stroke it with his rough finger or tongue, it wouldn’t respond, wouldn’t send her into a tizzy of lust and need that she ached to have assuaged ov
er and over again.

  “Relax. I just told you that so you’d know we’re all still human in many ways, and one of those is finding women, lots of women, attractive. Back to your earlier question, longevity can be difficult and lonely, even surrounded by friends as we are. Those that are mated now have chosen not to bring their women over simply for that reason. If, when, they die, their mates will then start to age naturally again and will still be young enough to find another, if they wish, to spend what’s left of their life. Those of us who are still unattached find ways to get through the long nights.”

  Jacob had a nostalgic look on his face that pulled at her. They were quite a pair, Jacob and Damien. Damien found her, yet refused to claim her. Jacob, she knew, wouldn’t hesitate to claim his woman when he found her. Micah chose that moment to let out a loud roar, summoning Tasha, who didn’t seem to be in any hurry to leave Abby’s side.

  “Playing the tease, are you?” Abby patted the cat as a signal she was done petting. After giving her a disgruntled look, she rose and slowly padded across the lawn, taking her time with a twitch of her tail. It had taken Damien a while to assure her she was safe with the large felines, and she had grown very fond of them. But she never forgot they were wild animals, natural predators that were loyal only because of the special bond Damien seemed to have with them.

  “Maybe that’s what you should do, Abby. Refuse Damien a few times until he gets desperate and won’t have a choice but to fuck you.”

  “That’s the problem, Jacob. I can’t refuse him. Thanks for keeping me company.”

  Chapter Six

  Jacob filled his hands with Mandy’s soft buttocks as she straddled his face and lowered her pussy down to his mouth while her best friend, Daisy, sank down onto his cock, enveloping him in her wet heat. Shuddering at the feel of all that slick flesh closing around his dick, he stroked his tongue over Mandy’s hardened clit, eliciting a moan and a gush of moisture from her. With his face hidden between her legs, he couldn’t see the two young college girls he had been fucking regularly now for a few months, but he could easily picture what he knew they were doing as they sat on him facing each other. Their soft moans echoed in the room but were slightly muffled from their mouths clinging to each other. He had picked them up at a club one night after he got off patrol and hadn’t wanted to return to the plantation and face another approaching dawn alone. He knew they were testing their boundaries, using him to sow some wild oats now that they were away from home for the first time. That was fine with him as he was using them also.