Then I became entirely distracted by Blayne’s lips at my neck and Alec’s hips pressed into mine while he kissed me with vigor. I felt his erection bulging in his pants and it pressed right against my core. Then I felt Blayne’s against my backside and they both pressed against me. Blayne was kissing and sucking in my skin, occasionally grazing his teeth on my neck. It felt like I was a conduit for pleasure and electric sensation. My nipples were tight and peaked and I had goose bumps all over my skin. Then Blayne’s hands slid underneath my blouse and he held my waist as he swiveled his hips, rubbing his erection against me.
My breathing kicked up a notch when Alec’s lips slid to my throat and collar and I moaned, spurring both of them on. My blouse was pushed up and over my head and it fluttered to the ground while Blayne unclasped my bra and Alec watched with hooded eyes. His hands slid along the curve of my waist restlessly and when my breasts bounced free his eyes began to lighten and glow. I could see the strain on his face to keep control. A low hiss bubbled up from his throat and then his lips were on my nipple while he pinched the other between his fingers. I gasped another moan and then laced my fingers with Blayne’s and slid his hand underneath the waistband of my tights and past my panties.
When his fingers met my wet folds I groaned and then pulled my own hand back so he could rub my clit while Alec sent sharp bolts of pleasure through me as he devoured my breasts. He wasn’t rough, but wasn’t light of touch by any means. When the first orgasm quaked through me it came in a sudden rush and both Blayne and Alec held me up while my legs liquefied. Then Alec pulled off my tights, panties, and shoes all in one motion. All I had on were a pair of socks. Which Blayne slowly got rid of once they had me stretched out on the couch. Then Blayne started to kiss my feet and rub my insteps with just enough pressure that I felt the sensation in my belly.
I moaned when he began to suck on my toes and then he slowly spread my legs and trailed kisses towards my core. I held my breath until Blayne’s mouth hovered over my sex and then his tongue slid out against my clit and I moaned with impatience and arched my back, wanting him to taste more of me. He groaned when lapped up my arousal and I saw his eyes begin to glow.
“I want to taste…” Alec spoke up, his voice hoarse and Blayne glanced up at him then kissed my wet folds twice before he straightened and licked his lips. Alec came into my line of sight and I saw he was without a shirt. He was so defined and more powerfully built than I had first assumed. Alec’s fangs were visible, though he didn’t catch me or anything, when his mouth lowered to my sex I felt the silky warmth of his tongue and moaned softly. Then I felt Blayne’s hand take mine and wrap it around his warm, silky smooth hardness. My eyes flipped to him and I saw that he was completely naked, he was just as powerful and defined as I suspected and his sex was impressive as well. I stroked him in my hand and watched as he groaned and his muscles flexed and twitched as I brought him pleasure.
Then I felt Alec’s teeth graze my inner thigh and his fingers slowly sliding inside me. I looked down at him and he held my gaze. I knew he wanted to taste my blood and honestly I was curious to know what it would be like. When his fingers pressed against my g-spot I cried out and his fangs descended and punctured my skin. The sting of the bite didn’t last too long; it was like getting stuck with a needle. Then he started to draw blood from me and the feeling was surprisingly erotic. It augmented everything and soon another orgasm coursed through my veins and I called out Alec’s name.
Before I could orient myself after that dizzying orgasm I was suddenly on top of Blayne who was pushing my hair behind my ear and trailing feather light kisses from behind my ear to my throat.
“How do you feel?” he asked me hoarsely and I nodded, then he licked along my neck and gripped my bottom as I straddled him. “Guide me in Allison,” he whispered, and I reached in between us and gripped his shaft then slowly guided him into my core. It felt amazing having him fill me up and then he started to thrust and I became lost in the pleasure of having him so deep. I felt Alec’s kisses along my back and then his hands caressed my face and pushed my hair back. I reached for his straining sex and he stepped closer to me so that I could stroke him and bring him to my mouth. He hissed when my lips closed around him and then his hands fisted in my hair and he took to his own rhythm.
When Blayne struck, his teeth sinking into my neck, I barely noticed. But once he started to pull, his pace intensified and soon I was dissolving into another orgasm that left me crying out his name and shuddering on top of him. Then I was being pulled to my feet and bent over so that Alec could slide into me, he had to hold me up and felt just as amazing inside of me. I thought it impossible that I could climax again, but I did and almost fell over afterwards. Alec caught me in his arms, his chest was heaving and then we were walking back to my bedroom.
“Blayne…where’s Blayne?” I asked him and he inclined his head and I saw Blayne was standing next to the bed, he had a damp cloth in his hand and when Alec set me down Blayne actually cleaned me up and I realized then how much they both…well, climaxed.
“You look about ready to pass out,” Blayne chuckled and I smiled lazily, feeling more than a little drunk and like I received the best internal massage ever.
“Allison, I would turn you now, if that’s okay?” Alec asked me and more awareness crept up on me. I simply held his gaze and nodded. He arranged me comfortably in the middle of the bed and then climbed over me. He tilted my head and went for my neck, his bite was precise and instead of the erotic pull I experienced from before I felt as if he were injecting something into me. Something hot that burned like hell initially. Then it was a subtle burn that spread through me and made me feel oddly like my head was filled with helium. Then my veins itched and it was definitely uncomfortable.
“You will fall unconscious soon…” Alec told me and I was already experiencing some tunnel vision.
“Hold my hand?” I said and reached for both Alec and Blayne, the last thing I registered before giving in to unconsciousness was their palms sliding against mine.
When I opened my eyes I saw Blayne and Alec’s faces side by side as they looked at me almost anxiously.
“Say something please…how do you feel?” Blayne asked and my body felt strangely numb, but the more I woke up, the more I became simply aware. I heard…the soft breeze blowing through the trees outside, I smelled everything. Especially Alec and Blayne’s mingled scents. Then I was aware of a subtle burn at the back of my throat, it was like I had been thirsty for days and desperately needed a drink.
“I think I feel like a vampire,” I said and they both smiled in relief. I sat up and smiled at both of them. “So now…we can be together?” I asked and Alec nodded.
“Yes, now we can be together,” he said and I kissed him lightly on the lips before giving Blayne a kiss as well. Oddly enough I felt complete and settled, I knew I had made the right choice with them and I couldn’t wait to start an incredible life.
THE END
Bonus Story 18 of 50
Dragon’s Oath
Brida's father and his people had been at war with their neighbors for as long as she could remember, at least the past twenty years if not longer, and things were not balanced in their favor. Lord Ulric had not seen fit to educate his daughter in the ways of war, but she knew her brothers well, and she had learned more than perhaps Ulric wanted over the course of her childhood. The last few battles had taken a particularly hard toll on their people, and one of Brida's brothers, Edmund, had been grievously injured. She herself had been moved from place to place in Ulric's constant attempts to keep her from the hands of his enemy. Now they had finally returned to their keep, but only because Ulric's troops had been decimated and he had recalled his men and his generals to the center of his domain where they could try and find some new tactic to push back the invaders.
Brida had been tasked with making sure that her brother was well taken care of, which consisted of her mostly tending to him herself and having the servants fetch
her what she needed. He seemed calmest when she was the one at his bedside, and she hardly had anything else to be doing. Ulric had gathered all of his commanders in the great hall, including Edmund and Brida's eldest brother Eldric, and they had been in there for the better part of the day. Brida wasn't even sure they had eaten. She had bread and ale brought to try and get Edmund to eat something, but when he refused she ate it herself.
She saw no solution, but perhaps she simply didn't have the same mind for military matters that the men in her family did. Still, to her it looked like the easiest thing to do would to be surrender and give the invaders what they wanted. Things were grim enough to start, and now there were rumors of tall fair-haired barbarians raiding along the shores in the south. It was hardly the time to be squabbling when simple diplomacy could resolve matters. After all, Ulric had the perfect bargaining chip. Brida was young still, and unmarried. There had to be someone her father could marry her off to in order to stop the hostilities before his people and his family were completely wiped off the face of the earth.
Edmund groaned, his face contorted in pain, and squirmed on his bed. Brida shushed him and smoothed his dark hair back from his face. By the time he had been returned home infection had already set into the wound on his leg. The healer had done the best he could to treat it, and the wound was looking far better than it had, but he was in the throes of a fever, constantly in and out of sleep and in so much pain it made Brida's heart ache. She motioned for one of her ladies to bring the bowl of water and wet the rag that lay draped over the side, squeezing out the excess before dabbing sweat off of Edmund's brow. He calmed eventually, settling back into his restless sleep and feverish dreams.
She sat back in her chair and muffled a yawn with the back of her hand. She had been awake almost all night making sure that Edmund's thrashing didn't re-open his wound and the lack of sleep was catching up with her. She hoped that her father's meeting would be over soon so that she could switch places with Eldric and let him watch over their brother for a while. By the way things had been going so far she doubted that would happen any time soon. Sure that Edmund was asleep, at least for the moment, she rose from the chair and stretched her aching back, bracing her hands and letting out a long sigh.
“I'll return,” she said to her maid. “I need to walk the needles from my legs. Watch over him?”
The maid silently took up Brida's chair, her needlework in her lap. Brida slipped quietly from the room, leaving the door open only a crack, and paced down the familiar stone hallways of her home. Her footfalls were soft but still they echoed off the walls. Her journey took her down to the ground floor where her father and brother were convening with their council, the heavy doors to the room pulled shut and two guards standing to attention outside them. They let Brida pass with no challenge, one of them pushing on the door until it opened just enough for her to squeeze through and into a room full of angry, shouting men.
She found her brother quickly. Eldric was standing to the side, his arms crossed over his chest, an annoyed, frustrated look on his face. He spared her a brief glance as she came to stand beside him and sighed.
“You look happy,” Brida said.
Eldric snorted. “They can't stop arguing long enough to make any progress. This one says we do this, that one says we do that. It's infuriating.”
“What are they fighting about now?”
“A suggestion made by Captain Alfred. Half of them think it's ridiculous superstition and the other half think he's a witch for suggesting it.”
Brida looked across the room to where their father sat silent and motionless at the head of the large table, listening to his commanders bicker around him. “Suggesting what?” she asked.
“That we find the wizard, that hermit that lives up in the mountains, and give him whatever he wants for his aid.”
“He must be dead by now,” Brida said.
Eldric shrugged. “I think Father will try anything at this point,” he said. He scuffed the toe of his boot against the floor. “How's Edmund?”
“The fever should break soon, hopefully. After that only time will tell. Will you sit with him soon?”
“When I can,” Eldric replied, “though at this rate I may never get the chance.” He sighed again and shook his head. “I wish Mother were still here. She could silence all of these fools with a single word.”
“So can Father,” Brida said.
“When he chooses,” Eldric replied, “but it seems he's content to let them squabble.”
Brida sighed and looked around at the arguing men. "I don't see what they think some old man in a cave can do, to harm or to help."
"They say he has great power," Eldric replied. "That whole armies bow before his might. It would be exactly what we need, if the tales are true."
"Peasant superstition," Brida said.
"Perhaps," Eldric replied, "but for the past half hour I have heard them speak of nothing else." A scowl overtook Brida's face. She shook her head in disgust.
"Come," she said, "I'm tired and need to rest. Father won't miss you if you look after Edmund for a while."
Eldric was quiet for a moment, leaving only the echoing shouts of the military council to fill the room. Finally he nodded. "Very well. I suppose I can do more good there than I can here. They haven't listened to a word I've said this entire meeting."
Brida slipped her arm around her brother's. "Edmund will be happy to see you if he wakes," she said. "He's most calm when I am at his side, but I imagine you'll be just as good."
"Thank you for your vote of confidence, sister," Eldric replied.
A soft laugh escaped Brida's lips. One of the soldiers standing by the door pulled it open for the two of them to depart, and once they were through closed it behind them, thoroughly muffling the sound of fighting coming from the other side.
"Peace and quiet at last," Eldric said. "I was starting to get a headache."
"They have to stop eventually," Brida said. "They can only waste so much time fighting with each other before the enemy is at our gate."
"They might as well already be," Eldric said. His face had darkened. "The reports our scouts are bringing back are nothing but trouble. At this point I would be happy to take a bet on this sorcerer of Alfred's, no matter what the cost. Better to be penniless than be a slave."
Brida squeezed her brother's arm, no words of comfort coming to mind. They retraced the steps Brida had taken from Edmund's bedroom and parted outside the door. Brida lingered, watching her brother take a deep breath and tug his tunic straight before entering. The room was mercifully quiet. She waited until she heard Eldric's heavy sigh and the creak of the chair as he settled before walking down the hall to her own chamber, thankfully shutting the heavy door behind her. She had no need of her maid to prepare her for bed, simply loosening the ties of her dress before curling up under her blankets. Her maid would be more useful helping Eldric care for their brother.
Sleep came easily and lingered for quite some time. Brida reckoned it was nearly dinner time when she finally woke up, if the growling in her stomach was anything to go by. The fact that no one had rushed in to wake her said that Edmund was still well, or as well as he could be, likely still asleep with Eldric by his side. Her maid was still missing as well. Brida rose and laced herself back into her dress, quickly brushing the tangles of sleep out of her hair and going to seek out her family. When she opened her door Eldric was standing on the other side, his fist raised as though he had been about to knock. He had changed into clean clothes and left his sword behind, and had shaved and brushed his hair back from his face as well. He gave her a tired smile.
"They've finally stopped fighting," he said, "and Edmund is well. Sleeping."
"Is he still feverish?" Brida asked. She automatically took her brother's arm.
"A little," Eldric replied. "Your girl reckons it will break by tomorrow morning."
"That's good to hear," Brida said. She spared a glance into Edmund's room as they passed by th
e door, seeing her tired maid sitting at his bedside, her needlework in her lap but her hands still on the needle and thread. The girl deserved a break after this day. "And did the council reach a decision?"
"They have," Eldric said, but seemed reluctant to say anything more.
"And?" Brida pressed.
"And, they have agreed to seek this sorcerer out, and pay any price he wishes if it means he will grant us his aid. I will ride out tomorrow with a contingent of men, as Father's representative, to win him over to our side or to die trying."
His words left a heavy weight in the pit of Brida's stomach. "All will be well, brother," she said, dropping her hand to his and squeezing his strong, callused fingers, "and you will come home safe, with or without this man."
Eldric smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "I'm starved," he said instead. "I was afraid they would continue to argue all night. Though if this plan doesn't work we'll be right back where we started."
"I have every faith in your ability to negotiate," Brida said.
"I'm glad you do," Eldric replied. "I must admit I've been beginning to doubt myself."
"Father has much on his mind," Brida said. "He doesn't mean to disregard you."
"I know," Eldric said. "Still, it frustrates me."
Brida squeezed his hand once more and pressed her cheek to his shoulder.
The doors to the great hall stood open, and instead of angry shouting filling the air Brida heard gentle conversation over the music the minstrels in the corner played. The scent of food only made Brida's stomach voice its hunger more adamantly. She let her brother lead her to her seat and pull out her chair, then waited for him to take his place next to her before she began to fill her plate and trencher while Eldric poured her fine wine imported from Frankia. Their father sat quietly at the head of the table, a world of worry in his eyes. She hoped that this plan of Captain Alfred's would work, if only so she could see her father and brother's smile again. As hungry as she was, the food on her plate lost its taste.
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