by Tl Reeve
Without warning, her vampire pulled her off of Taichi’s dick. The demon moved between her wide spread legs, licking her with his long demon tongue. She knew he was also licking Maël’s cock when he was outside of her body for that split second.
Natasha’s release built low in her belly. The fact that she was so exposed, out in the open and having others watch as she came on the cock pounding in and out of her body frightened her for a second.
“Let it happen, princess,” Maël encouraged. Natasha twisted on his thrusting flesh, it was too intense. She worried if she’d survive it. “Cum on my cock. Taichi wants your juices on his tongue just as much as I want to feel it.”
Keiji grunted loudly, drawing her gaze to his. He’d been watching the action going on between her legs and for a moment, even though it’d been Maël who fucked her, it felt as if they were all connected and all within her body. The release she earlier feared, now she chased, wanting to experience this ultimate debauched pleasure.
“Good girl,” Keiji cooed.
Maël captured her breasts, twirling her throbbing nipples, apply the perfect amount of pleasure, and it happened. Taichi latched onto her clit, the tip of his demon tongue lapping at the swollen pearl. Her body convulsed, her womb clenched against the thick flesh impaling her and she felt her release rain down over the vampire’s cock. Maël bit her then, feeding on her. Natasha felt herself slipping into the darkness of the bliss that was so damn intense. Each pull of her blood, she could feel her pussy quiver around Maël as if to milk his release from his balls.
“Goddamn, that’s so fucking hot.” Keiji’s features shifted taking on his demon form. The slapping of his hips against Taichi’s ass got louder, harder and more often. Taichi took it, never stopped lapping at her clit. “Now, Maël.”
Taichi released her and Maël released his hold on her neck before removing her from his throbbing cock, turned her and lowered back down on his straining length. “Bite me.” Maël worked her hips, grinding and thrusting.
Natasha leaned forward, sinking her elongated fangs into the other vampire’s neck. The rich, copper tasted of his blood made her head swirl and her body shudder. Someone’s fingers probed at her puckered hole. Teasing and tempting her and seeking her assurance. Natasha’s hips jerked at the forbidden pleasure.
If he took her ass, they’d all be connected.
Like with Keiji, she knew. Some buried instinct took over, she repeated the steps ensuring even though her mark would heal as a scar—an imprint of her fang would stay in her vampire lover’s neck, claiming him for the world to see. A part of her delighted in the idea of everyone knowing. A thrill shot down her spine and she moaned.
“Taichi, please …” She rocked against both men, Taichi and Maël the pressure building within her once more. She should have been exhausted, yet the longer she went, the more energized she became. The heady buzz from taking Maël along with the sounds filling the forest, turned her on.
“Push back,” he ordered, and she did.
Pressure mixed with pain as Taichi adjusted himself at her puckered entrance. The blunt tipped finger pushed past the tight ring of muscle. He removed his fingers and she cried out at the loss. “Shhh,” Taichi murmured before she felt his fingers return, this time coated in something cold and slippery.
Lube.
“You okay with this?” Maël captured her chin between his fingers and forced her to look down at him.
“Yes!” She focused on the cock in her pussy and the fingers moving slowly in and out of her forbidden hole. Taichi sunk another finger inside her, using them to stretch and prepare her. She arched to him and shuddered, a cry of bliss lodged in her throat. “Ohmigod.”
“I think she likes it,” Keiji said, getting a front row seat to what his lover was doing to her ass.
“Oh fuck,” she snarled.
While Taichi continued to prepare her, Maël nipped and suckled her nipples, occasionally using his thumb to tweak at her throbbing clit. The anticipation of feeling Taichi in her ass while Maël was in her pussy had her at a fever pitch. She couldn’t take it anymore, not sure what it was, but they had to help her, had to finish this before she died.
The head of Taichi’s cock probed her, seeking entry to her most secret place. Wanting it, she took a deep breath, pushed back and felt the large head of his cock slip through the tight ring of muscle. Taichi eased in, inch by slow inch until she felt his hips settle against her ass. Natasha had never felt so full, so secure or loved in her entire life.
“Jesus … Fuck.” Maël growled under her, pumping in and out of her with short thrusts. “Her pussy is so fucking tight. Fuck … I can feel your dick, Taichi.”
She wasn’t really sure how this was supposed to work. It all seemed over complicated. If Maël began to move, it would mean she’d lose Taichi and she definitely didn’t want that.
“Keiji is going to be doing on the work,” Taichi said. “Just enjoy it.”
She knew the second Keiji began to move in and out of Taichi’s ass. She felt it, as did Maël.
Pleasure ripped through her body, and she cried out each of their names. Her clit throbbing, her pussy and ass stretched to their max, but she didn’t care because they were connected and doing this together. Hopefully, they’d all be able to come together.
“Fuck,” Taichi cried out. “Harder, Keiji,”
With each thrust, Natasha’s clit rubbed up against Maël’s pubic bone and she could feel her release rushing through. “Ohmigod … Ohmigod.” She chanted the words through each thrust until the swirling maelstrom within her body broke and she screamed out her release.
Maël grunted, Taichi growled and Natasha felt their releases deep inside her body at the exact time. Keiji’s loud roar followed seconds later.
Twelve
Natasha woke, cocooned between Maël, Taichi and Keiji. Her body was pleasantly sore from their evening together. The bite mark at her neck throbbed, reminding her just how aggressive Maël could be when he claimed her. She stretched, loosening the muscles in her body before curling back into her bonded.
Last night had been ... amazing—corny as it sounded. It’d also been overwhelming. Not only had her brothers known the truth the whole time, they had a bonded as well. She understood their need to protect her. The danger lurking just out of sight while they were little must have been a constant reminder to her grandparents. It all made sense now. Why her grandmother wanted her to stay in Blue Creek. Why they wanted her to settle down with one of the shifters, even though none of the guys saw her in such ways. They would have covered her scent and her uniqueness.
In a way, it seemed serendipitous she found Turnskin University—that her brothers found it as well. The one place where shifters, others and humans could co-exist without fear. Kind of reminded her of Blue Creek and again, she realized, it’d been what she’d was looking for with a relaxed set of rules, of course.
“You’re thinking again,” Maël mumbled, wrapping his arm around her and tugging her back against his chest.
“How can you tell?” A small smile crept across her lips.
“You’re a whisper through my mind.” He rubbed against her. The hard length of his erection teased the cleft of her ass.
“Naughty,” she whispered, a hint of teasing laced her words.
He quite rumbled laughter vibrated against her back. “Not even close.”
“They’re still sleeping,” she hissed.
“And?” Maël filled her in one stroke. He muttered a curse. “I’m sure they are very much awake, waiting to see what we do.”
Natasha looked up at both of her demons. Taichi’s heavy-lidded eyes caressed her naked form. Behind him, Keiji watched her and Maël. Their gazes darkened. The flecks of blue and red swirled with lust. Taichi bit his bottom lip and moaned, fanning the desire burning through her veins. She gasped when Maël rubbed her clit.
His lazy strokes weren’t enough to get her off, but enough to keep her on edge. There was nothing hurried about this. It was all
about them. All about the love forged between them. Keiji and Maël shifted their bodies closer. Taichi linked his fingers with hers. His face was inches from hers. Somehow, she found her breath matching his. It was euphoric. It centered her, ensnared her.
Tantric, maybe?
What did she care. It was exhilarating. Her heart pounded. Bliss mixed with adrenaline. Passion flooded her senses. Taichi smirked before leaning forward to capture her lips. The kiss was languid. The gentle lap of his tongue against hers caused her to moan. Behind her, Maël grunted. He nipped at her shoulder and the arm holding her in place tightened.
None of them spoke. There were no need for words. They were physically and mentally in tune with each other. After the run, and subsequent bonding, they carried a piece of each other within them. The erotic way their bodies moved together had a flutter of her impending climax washing over her. A small whimpered fell from her lips. She squeezed Taichi’s hand, clinging to him as a lifeline.
Their tempo increased. They rocked together in an unheard sensual beat. The gasps and sighs of her lovers were music to her ear. She sank into it, absorbing it. It wrapped around her like a comfy blanket, warming her.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Keiji murmured. “You make it easy to lose control, but also want to be better. To make it better.”
A flush filled her cheeks. “It’s not me. It’s all of us.”
Taichi lowered one of their joined hands, he wrapped her palm around his throbbing shaft, then pushed Maël’s hand out of the way. She sucked in a breath the minute Taichi began to not only manipulate her clit, but also tease and fondle Maël’s balls and cock. The devilish look in his eyes as she squeezed and pumped Taichi’s hard length, turned her on.
The frantic way they each chased their release, was too much. The excitement of it washed over Natasha. She concentrated on the tingling sensation building behind her clit. She canted her hips, rolling them across Maël’s groin. The approving sigh from her vampire encouraged her. Her world narrowed down to the spot between her thighs and the growing need centered there.
“Let go,” Maël moaned. “Give it to us, princess.”
He nuzzled her neck with the tip of his nose before burying his face there. The strangled sound he made before biting her, had her release slamming through her. She lost her ability to breath as he drank from her. Everything within her shattered into a million pieces and only fractured more so when the wet, sticky heat of Taichi’s cum coated her hand and the marks upon her chest glowed. The guttural groan from Keiji drew her attention to him. His features were tight, then, when he stilled, became serene, placid even.
Maël licked close the wound at her neck as he throbbed deep within her. Their shared connection burned bright within her. She didn’t want to move from their bed. She wanted to stay just like this—well maybe not exactly like this, they were sticky after all.
“Good evening,” she whispered.
The guys laughed.
****
Natasha stood outside the hotel where her uncle waited inside for her. She tightened her hold of Maël’s hand. Her palms were sweaty. Her stomach had been a cluster of knots since she started to get ready for this introduction. She glanced at her bonded, they surrounded her, giving her the strength she needed to get through this moment.
Beside her were her brothers and their bonded. They’d already met the man named Yevgeni and knew more about him than she did. The irrationally jealous part of her mind reared its ugly head and she shoved it way down. She clung to the knowledge of them all trying to keep her safe, even if she’d always wanted to know the truth.
Now or never. “I’m ready,” she said.
They crossed the street and entered the lobby of the opulent hotel. Though they were in a little college town, the hotel screamed money. The marble floors gleamed in the soft lighting. Across from them a cozy sitting area had been filled with large plush furniture. The fire burning in the fireplace snapped and crackled, drawing her attention. Shadows danced upon the wall and she swore she saw a small figure swaying within the flames.
No way.
The smartly dressed front desk clerk smiled at them, waving them forward. “Welcome. Checking in?”
“No,” Sebastian said. “We’re meeting our uncle. Yevgeni Nemescu.”
“Ah, perfect.” The woman smiled. “This way. He left instructions to show you to his table when you arrived.”
The clerk led them through the hotel lobby to a restaurant near the rear of the establishment. The sheer beauty of it took Natasha’s breath away. The far wall overlooked the small town and gave a spectacular view of the mountains in the distance. The twinkling lights glittered in the small trees lining the sidewalks and reminded Natasha of the picturesque towns she’d seen in different magazines, but never up close.
They stopped in front of a table where a man, flanked by two other men sat. He looked like a very old visage of Erik, but not. His shoulders were slumped. His eyes were dull, almost lifeless. A scruffy beard covered his cheeks. The sheer number of wrinkles on his face didn’t denote the youthful complexion of a vampire. Natasha was sure the woman led them to the wrong table in the secluded dining room until the man glanced up at her.
Joy filled those tired blue eyes. He grasped her hands in his. His lips parted. “Annalina.” Her mother’s name was a faint whisper on his lips.
She frowned. “No, Natasha.”
The man smiled, but the sadness returned. “Of course you are. You look very much like your mother.”
Her grandmother said the same about her all the time. “Thank you. It’s a pleasure meeting you.” She didn’t know what to call him. Yevgeni seemed too sterile. Uncle too personal. Mr. Nemescu way too formal and stuffy, especially since they were family.
“Yevgeni is fine,” he said as if reading her thoughts.
“Yevgeni,” she replied, sitting across from him.
Her brothers, their bonded and her men filled in the seats lined up like little wooden soldiers for them. She didn’t know what to say. Instead, she studied the man across from her. She could barely remember her mother. Her father was a complete ghost to her. A shadow, she could never quite pull from the darkness. Did Yevgeni look like him? She glanced at her brothers. Were they a rendering of their father?
“You have many questions,” Yevgeni said, pulling her from her thoughts.
“I do,” she answered. “I don’t think I can have all of them answered though.”
“I’ll start then.” He reached into the pocket of his jacket. He retrieved a locket attached to a gold chain and placed it in her hand. “Your father wanted you to have this. He carried it every day with him while he tried to find all of you.”
Natasha stared down on at the beautiful pendant. The simple design etched into the oval-shape surprised her. She expected something more ... expensive looking, silly she knew. She also realized she hesitated to open it. She wasn’t sure why, other than some irrational ideal her subconscious put in her head. She stuck her finger under the clasp and flicked it. The pendant opened, revealing a picture of her mother and her father.
Tears sprang to her eyes. She traced the shape of her mother’s face, the length of her smile. In her mind she heard the faint echo of her laugh mixing with Natasha’s childish giggles. She sucked in a sob, closing her eyes. Grief didn’t make sense, it would seem. She couldn’t remember ever crying over the loss of her mother, definitely not for her father. Yet, it struck then, holding the picture of her parents.
The painful mourning of loss. The abyss of not knowing what to do next or how to go on without them, swamped her. All of the repressed feelings she’d pushed down so far, just so she could get through her day to day life, came back with roaring clarity. She missed her mother. She missed her stories. She missed her laugh. She missed the way she’d sing through the house or in the car when she’d drive. Natasha missed the smell of her mom. Lilacs and honey. She missed the way her mother sat near the window of her room and brushed her long, silky b
lack hair. Natasha missed every inch of her. Oh mom.
She gathered her tattered courage and looked upon her father, then over to the man who sat across from her. His eyes were damp with unshed tears. His lip trembled as he cleared his throat. Yes, they were brothers and yes, they looked alike. She followed the line of her father’s strong jaw, his bright blue eyes and sharp nose. When she looked to Sebastian who gave her a small grin of encouragement, he too looked like their father, but with a hint of their mother. Erik was wholly their father.
“They were happy,” she murmured.
“Very much,” Yevgeni answered. “They never meant to end their lives before you three grew into beautiful adults. You were all wanted and loved. You were a surprise for an old vampire who didn’t think he’d ever have children of his own.”
“Are we as rare as I am learning?” She could stop staring at her parents.
“More so.” He dabbed his eyes with a handkerchief. “Twins are unheard of. However, three dhampir...” He shook his head. “I believe it is what put your mother and you children on the radar for other syndicates.”
She nodded. “We were worth something. If they took us, they’d make money.”
“Yes.” He didn’t have to expound on his answer, she could figure out the rest. “You though...a dhampir. You can walk in the light. You can procreate. You were who they were after most of all. You can bring the vampires into a new era with your blood.” Yevgeni looked to Maël. “Tell me you feel it. The way dhampir blood sings through your veins.”
Maël stared at Natasha. He didn’t say a word for a moment. When he spoke his tone was stern, protective. “I do. But, that is a folklore.” He frowned.
“It’s truth and you know your body is changing.” Yevgeni extended his hand to her and she placed her hand into his. “Your blood can change a vampire to dhampir. It takes years to do, but little by little your bonded will become like you.”
“What about demons and shifters?” Greer’s cheeks turned a bright shade of pink when everyone turned their attention to her.
