Vampire's Companion

by Jory Strong

  Now the rest of it.

  Impatient. Growled. And he was in full agreement. He probably deserved a medal for the patience he’d demonstrated during the day.

  He knelt behind her. She’d removed her shoes and socks. He pulled khakis and panties to her ankles then off, like a good slave preparing a mistress for his master’s bed.

  He bit her ass, proof against those words.

  He rose and put his arms around her, hands covering breasts that were the perfect size.

  Her nipples stabbed his palms. He took them between his fingers, tugged and twisted and pulled, his own nipples aching, throbbing where they were pressed to her back.

  He wanted her mouth on them, her hands.

  Terach’s lips brushed against his fingers. His tongue licked over them but didn’t linger to claim a nipple on his way to her pussy.

  The lassitude of orgasm left Cia. Her shiver became Israel’s, her need his. He knew the ecstasy of having Terach’s mouth on his genitals.

  She jerked with first contact. Writhed against him and he could too easily imagine Terach’s tongue thrusting, his lips capturing her clit and sucking.

  He had to release a nipple in order to grasp his cock to prevent himself from coming.

  Hurry! Hurry!

  He wanted a taste of her pussy. He craved it the same way he did Terach’s cock and blood.

  She came. And Terach rose, scooping her into his arms and carrying her to the bed.

  Cia felt boneless, her mind spinning away then coming back. She could be good with just those two orgasms.

  Or so she thought until Terach settled next to her, his mouth covering hers, tongue sliding against hers. She shivered at tasting herself on him, then shivered again when Israel’s lips captured a nipple, his sucking matching the fierceness of Terach’s kisses.

  Heat pulsed downward, plumping her labia and swelling her clit. Her legs rubbed against theirs. Her toes curled and her hips lifted off the mattress.

  More. Harder.

  She whimpered when masculine hands met on her stomach, stroked downward, cupping, delving, capturing her clit.

  Please.

  Panted when Terach allowed her breath.

  Spoken when he kissed downward.

  She shivered in anticipation.

  He reached her breast. Teased with lips and tongue and teeth until she gripped his hair, her back arching to drive the nipple deeper into his mouth.

  “Yes,” she whispered, and he matched his sucks to Israel’s, their hands between her legs pushing her toward orgasm.

  Backing off.

  Then pushing her again, only to stop short of release.

  She trembled, pleaded.

  Israel lifted his head, not surrendering her nipple until distance forced it free of his mouth. A thrill shot through her at seeing the desire in his eyes, the determination to finally have what she’d denied him at the beach.

  He moved between her legs, rubbed lips and cheek against the small triangle of hair there. Inhaled deeply. “I could become addicted to the smell of your pussy.”

  His tongue stroked through wet, swollen folds and along the underside of her clit. “I think I’m already addicted to the taste.”

  He pressed his mouth to her lower lips again, sucked and lapped. Fucked her with his tongue, arms and weight holding her pinned to the mattress as he wrested away control of her voice, her body, until the only option was complete surrender.

  Terach returned to her mouth, capturing the sounds she made as she crested for Israel. Then capturing those he was responsible for when his cock replaced Israel’s tongue.

  He filled her with a single thrust of thick, pulsing steel.

  Her legs wrapped around his waist. Her nails scoured his back, digging in, demanding he go even deeper.

  She’d missed this. Needed it.

  He pistoned, slow strokes moving into quicker ones. Harder ones when her tongue stroked his canine teeth.

  A shudder went through her. Her channel clamped tight on his cock as her mind locked down, refusing to allow dream into this reality. She ripped her lips from his, turned her head to find Israel watching them, hand on his cock.

  Heat suffused her. Terach’s mouth pressed to her ear, his breath and tongue, coupled with the slam of his pelvis against her clit, became the sensual input that put her over.

  Terach followed Cia in orgasm, pleasure blasting through him beyond just the physical release. He lay more heavily on her, a possessive instinct he saw no reason to resist.

  Her channel clutched on his cock as if to revive it. He laughed silently. That would happen momentarily.

  Breathing that should have slowed remained fast. Hers. His. The two of them watching Israel masturbate, wanting him.

  Who are you trying to entice? he asked.

  Israel’s smile was wicked sensuality. Does it matter?

  A soft laugh escaped. Only if the choice is no one in this bed.

  That’s not a problem then.

  Cia’s hips lifted subtly on each upward stroke of Israel’s hand. Terach tore his gaze from Israel to look down at her. “What do you want?”

  Her color heightened. She didn’t meet his gaze, but she didn’t look away from Israel either. “To see you with him.”

  The answer was barely more than a whisper.

  It was good enough for him.

  Loud enough for Israel to move, repositioning himself on hands and knees at the edge of the bed.

  Terach left Cia’s body. He was wet enough not to stall the moment with a hurried search for lubricant, and the bond with Israel allowed him to transform pain into pleasure with a mental touch.

  He took Israel’s cock in hand, the grip meant to prevent him from orgasming.

  Bastard, Israel said.

  You’d prefer to come on yourself instead of in Cia?

  A shudder went through Israel. He panted and said, “Do it.”

  He moaned when he was breached, rocked backward.

  Terach matched that moan, the squeeze of muscles on his cock driving the air from his lungs. His hand tightened on Israel’s hip. He battled to keep nails from elongating into talons. Whether it was because Israel was another man, or didn’t wear the companion medallion, it was a fight not to dominate and mark.

  He forged deeper, his lust mingling with Cia’s and Israel’s. Becoming scorching demand when Cia’s hand went to her cunt.

  He worked Israel’s cock, his hand moving up and down on it with each thrust, possessiveness building with Israel’s demands to be allowed to come.

  They were angel chorus and devil’s bargain filling the room with Israel’s voice, filling his head with them.

  He waited until Cia was trembling, on the precipice of an orgasm before he relented, hand stilling on Israel’s cock as he forged his own in and out of Israel’s ass and came, his fangs nearly erupting with the ecstasy of it.

  He released his grip on Israel, grunted with the separation of their bodies, though lust roared through him at watching Israel crawl up Cia’s body and shudder with the hard slam of his cock into the same wet, tight heat he’d experienced.

  Their pleasure reverberated through Terach. His buttocks tightened when she locked her legs around Israel’s waist, driving him deeper.

  He fought against mimicking Israel’s movement, slow thrusts becoming faster and faster, sight and sound and scent triggering a far more primal craving.

  His fangs slid downward at Cia’s cry of release.

  Israel’s grunted orgasm created a possessive undertow that threatened to pull him under with the need to reestablish his claim and strengthen the blood bond.

  Terach escaped to the bathroom. Entering the shower, he told Israel, Get her out of the bedroom. Hunger rides me.

  Cia sighed in contentment, smiled when Israel nuzzled her neck then nibbled along her jaw on his way to her ear. “I don’t know about you,” he said, “but I could use a drink.”

  She ran her hands down his back, fingertips tracing muscle and bone. It
took pure willpower to drop her legs from around his waist. “Your move.”

  It bolstered feminine pride that he didn’t immediately disengage. He returned to her mouth for a slow, very through kiss.

  Their lips clung when it ended. She couldn’t stop herself from tracing his mouth. “You’re beautiful.”

  He bit her fingertips. “Handsome. Just because I take it in the ass doesn’t mean I want that girly word applied.”

  She laughed.

  He grunted and rolled onto his back, lying there for a long moment before leaving the bed.

  She stood, face heating when semen and arousal rushed down her inner thighs. For a split second she considered joining Terach in the shower, but she knew how that would end. “The other bathroom is mine.”

  “Go for it.” He pulled on his jeans.

  She picked up her shirt. Frowned at the panties and realized her bag was still in the car.

  Apparently he’d realized the same thing. He lifted her khakis and fished the car key out. “I’ll grab your bag when I get mine. Maybe you can raid Tessa’s cabinets and see if she’s got anything besides soda and lemonade.”

  “Deal.”

  She washed in the half bath next to the kitchen and put on the shirt before searching the cabinets. She hit gold in the pantry, finding rum and whiskey bottles next to a card deck and chip-filled rack.

  Terach joined her, smelling of soap and him. “Do you play poker?” he asked, lips against her neck.

  “Not strip poker.”

  His hands slid under the shirt to cup her breasts. “That’d hardly be a challenge when we’re each wearing only a single garment.”

  Warmth blossomed in her chest from more than his hands on her. She picked up the cards and chips instead of the bottles.

  Israel abandoned three suitcases at the kitchen door and joined them. He snagged the whiskey. “Straight or on the rocks?”

  “Nothing for me unless Tessa happens to have the makings for a frozen strawberry daiquiri.”

  For some reason that caused both men to laugh. “What?” she asked.

  Israel shook his head. “That’s not exactly a tough cop’s drink.”

  “I’m not always on duty.”

  Terach gave her a sucking bite on the neck, his fingertips brushing over her nipples. “For which we’re very glad.”

  Israel lifted the rum bottle off the shelf. “One frozen strawberry daiquiri coming up, even if I have to run to the store.”

  As it turned out, he didn’t.

  They sat at the same table where she and Israel had eaten lunch in what seemed like a lifetime ago. “Texas Hold’em?” Terach asked.

  Israel cracked his knuckles. “That works for me. Be warned, I intend to win.”

  They assigned values to the chips. Several hands in, Terach asked, “So what did you and Israel get up to today? Besides foreplay?”

  She ducked her head. But between the two of them they caught him up on the search for Kadence, and the surfing lesson.

  She glowed from Israel’s praise. Heated from the memories of lying on the beach with him.

  She went bust first, well after midnight. Terach lost shortly before sunrise.

  Israel leaned forward, hugging the chips to his chest. “Winner says, it’s time to go to bed, and I don’t mean to sleep.”

  Moments later, he flopped naked on the bed, arms outstretched, his cock jutting away from his body. “Winner says you get to do all the work.”

  “All of it?” Terach asked, stripping Cia out of her shirt then dropping his jeans.

  No. Not all of it. He knew what Terach wanted. What they both needed.

  Anticipation had Israel’s cock bobbing. He grasped it, could have come from just looking at Cia’s pussy when she straddled him.

  “Let me,” she said, her voice and touch painting his skin with heat.

  He moaned when she guided him to her opening and sheathed him in ecstasy. Their eyes met and held. “Come here,” he said, beckoning her lips to his.

  It felt like they’d been lovers for years. His mouth slid against hers. His tongue rubbed hers in greeting.

  He combed through her hair, traced the line of her spine, smoothed over satiny ass cheeks. His cock throbbed in anticipation. Something already exquisite was just about to get better.

  Terach joined them, lubricant from the suitcase in hand. He knelt behind Cia.

  She tensed when Israel’s hands cupped her buttocks, parting them. But a tiny shiver betrayed that she’d expected this. Maybe even fantasized about it, though color flared across her cheeks when Terach began preparing her.

  Tenderness filled Israel. He deepened the kiss.

  His tongue delved, stroked, distracted. And then Terach was there, easing in, joining his body to theirs.

  Israel shuddered, hips lifting off the mattress, his cock sliding along Terach’s.

  He hadn’t captured even a tenth of the pleasure in his imaginings.

  Cia’s mouth left his, allowing him to turn his head slightly. His gaze collided with Terach’s, the clash of their eyes vibrating through him like a struck gong. For an instant he was in LA behind the bar, looking up as the door opened and his future walked in.

  Terach moved and that moment was lost to the current one. His hips worked in counterpoint to Terach’s, the slide of cocks putting the three of them on a collision course with mindlessness.

  Cia’s breathless sounds of pleasure escalated. The need to come built, though they claimed victory with her orgasm before yielding to their own, breath heaving and blood humming.

  She was asleep before they left her body.

  Terach slid off and Israel eased Cia onto her back, her mumbled protest creating a renewed swell of tenderness. His chest expanded, his world felt complete in a way it never had.

  In minutes it would be daylight and he’d greet the sun. He was free as he hadn’t been since Estelle.

  Sitting he said, “You’re hungry.”

  Terach leaned across Cia. He cupped the back of Israel’s head, lips touched to offered neck.

  Fangs slid through flesh and Israel was immediately lost in an agony of pleasure.

  He gave himself up to it, surrendered will and body, heart nearly bursting with happiness until the very end, when the illusion of freedom shattered with a master’s whispered command. Sleep.

  Chapter Seven

  Terach left the bed, showered and then returned to it, using washcloths to clean Cia and Israel before going to stand at the window. His skin pricked, heartbeat accelerating with the approach of dawn. Centuries of survival instinct warred with what he knew to be true.

  He believed he had received the gift he’d dreamed of from that first nightfall waking as vampire. But still, his muscles went taut. His breath shortened until it remained frozen in his chest.

  Darkness retreated in the sun’s onslaught. And then that ice melted with the first touch of daylight to his skin. Tears streaked down his cheeks. They dripped onto his chest like drops of sunshine.

  He lifted his face and bathed in the light. The pale colors of earliest morning brightened with the sun’s ascent. But with the extension of day came the awareness of being alone.

  Longing crept in, solidifying into ache with a glance at Cia and Terach. He wanted them with him, awake and aware, sharing the glorious sunshine, sharing this sublime triumph.

  Soon, he silently promised, grasping the heavy curtains on either side of him. But arms spread and sunlight striking his skin, he couldn’t bring himself to close them, to deny himself the sun’s caress. And there was no reason to. It would be dark outside when he freed Cia and Israel from the compulsion to sleep.

  Tonight they’d put the business of the runaway behind them so they could focus on their future together.

  He returned to the bed, placing himself between them. Hours passed before centuries of conditioning finally defeated exhilaration and his heart ceased beating.

  At nightfall he woke hard and hungry, cock fully engorged and fangs read
y to descend. Turning toward Israel, he kicked the bedding downward to reveal Israel’s erection, and the sight sharpened his need for both sex and blood.

  He wrapped his hand around Israel’s cock, thumb rubbing the soft head. Satisfaction surged through him with Israel’s moan.

  The slightest mental touch lifted the compulsion to sleep. Israel woke, hips leaving the mattress as he pumped upward.

  For a heartbeat they were in accord. Then anger and pain slammed into him with Israel’s harsh-voiced accusation, “You forced me to sleep through the day.”

  The charge vibrated between them and he had no answer for it. No way to undo the damage by giving Israel the reason for the compulsion, and without that, no way to apologize or promise not to do it again.

  Israel rolled out of bed. “The freedom and trust were nice while they lasted. But apparently I’ve just traded one master for another.” He wheeled and stormed toward the door.

  “Stop.”

  The word was ripped from Terach, an unintentional command that rocked Israel to a halt.

  The blood-bond between them filled with seething emotion. A fury edging toward hate that Terach remembered too well, though it had been centuries since another’s will had been forced on him.

  “I’m sorry. Go if you wish.”

  And Israel did, leaving the room without a backward glance.

  Ache spread like a chasm in Terach’s chest. He and Israel should have talked about the future immediately after leaving Wyldfyres. Now he was as trapped by Syndelle’s gift as he was freed by it.

  In the other room, the front door shut with a firm snap. Cia woke without his lifting the compulsion and he turned his attention to his companion.

  A ripple of desire moved through Cia at opening her eyes and finding Terach’s face inches from her own, his hair a silky curtain brushing against her shoulders.

  He cupped her breast. His thumb rubbed over a tight nipple, sending a rush of heat downward to become slick arousal and swollen labia.

  Hungry. Possessive. No man had ever looked at her the way Terach did.

  She parted her lips, conscious of her tongue darting out to tempt him.

  He dipped his head, claimed what she offered with the thrust of his tongue, the hard, heavy press of his body on hers.