Chapter Three
Marcus grabbed the blanket from Lance's hand and wrapped Annabelle in it. Her body was limp in his arms as he handed her to his brother as he was getting out of the car. She curled up close to his brother's body as they moved into their family home. He knew his parents weren't home today so they had free access to the house, as if that would have stopped them. He smiled as they met their butler, Stanley, in the hallway. “Your room is all ready, sir. Does the lady have luggage?” “No, but her clothes are in the limo. Would you have them cleaned and ready by tomorrow morning, please? Put them in the adjoining room for now. And, Stanley, we don't want to be disturbed tonight.” The butler nodded as he left to retrieve Annabelle's clothes. Marcus headed up the long winding staircase to the end of the hall and opened the door to the master bedroom as Lance preceded him into the room. A large roaring fire warmed the room as candles flickered and a chilled bottle of 1995 Clos du Mesnil, sat on the table next to the fireplace.
Annabelle's dark brown eyes grew wide as she scanned the room. “My God, this room is beautiful. My little apartment would fit in this one room.” She turned to the fireplace and smiled. “I've always wanted a fireplace, but could never afford a place that had one. As a child, especially at Christmas, my mom would tell me of this Christmas legend in front of our fireplace.” Her voice lowered to a whisper. “We would love to meet your family. Maybe after the holidays we can invite them here for a family dinner. Would you like that?” Lance deposited her onto the large overstuffed chair and unwrapped the blanket from around her. Her nipples, the size of dimes, hardened as she wrapped her arms around her naked frame and shrugged. “You don't have to do that. I know you two are busy.” She glanced once more into the fire. Marcus kneeled down in between her legs. “Of course, we do. Your family is our family now.” He pulled her arms away from her breasts. “Don't cover up such lovely breasts. We want to view all of you, Annabelle.” He slid two fingers into her pussy. She jumped and tried to move away from him, but he just pushed in deeper. “Do I have your attention now, Annabelle? Might as well tell you about lesson two. There will be no undergarments worn in this house. We want easy access to you any time of the day when we get you settled in here.” He pumped his fingers in and out of her twice before he stood licking his fingers. He glanced at his brother. “I'm afraid it will have to be after the New Year.” “Um, aren't you moving a little too fast here? First, I can't move in here with you. I'm not even divorced yet. Do you know the hell that asshole will give me if he even finds out I'm living here?” She lifted two fingers up and frowned at them. “Second, we just met, for Pete's sakes. I mean, I might be old, but I'm not a bimbo here. You just caught me at a rough period in my life and I wanted tonight.” She glanced at the fire. “I mean it's not every day a woman my age gets to live out a hot fantasy with two gorgeous males, and it sure doesn't happen to me.” Marcus scooted the other two chairs in front of Annabelle, while Lance poured three glasses of champagne. He sat down across from her and sighed. His brother handed him and Annabelle a glass and sat next to him. “We're not getting through to you, Annabelle, so it looks like we need to chat before we begin making your fantasies come true. First, don't worry about your divorce. I'll have my lawyer contact his. Believe me, he'll sign those papers this week.” Or I'll make sure he never sees another Christmas again.
“Second, as we've told you earlier, vampires mate for life. You are our mate, Annabelle. It's not like a human wedding. It's more. After the holidays, you will be converted to what we are. You'll want for nothing. Now, if you want a human wedding, we can have that also. We're sorry this is happening so fast, but we've been searching for our mate for more than three hundred years and we can't wait.” Marcus sat back in his chair and took a sip from his glass while she digested everything he had told her.
Goosebumps appeared on her arms and she shook, but he knew it wasn't from cold. She gazed at Lance, then at him. “Can't you be wrong about the mate thing? I mean, I'm human, Marcus. Maybe your mate is on the planet you told me about earlier. Shouldn't you be with one of your own kind? And you really don't have to help with the divorce. I'm sure he'll sign the papers. If he's still barking about the money for the book, I'll give it to him. At least I won't have to listen to him whine.” She swirled her champagne and raised the glass to her full red lips. Marcus shifted in his seat as he watched a small drip of champagne form on her lips. Her tongue licked across, sweeping it into her mouth. His cock was ready to burst if he didn't get into her soon. “That little weasel will not take your money. And as far as us being sure about you being our mate, there is no mistake, Annabelle. Among our kind, when a male finds his mate, his ball sack will start to warm, indicating our seed is ready to fertilize the female. In this way, the gods make sure that only the right woman can bring forth children to our race.” Lance stood and stripped out of his shirt and tossed it to the floor. Marcus stood and also started to strip his clothes off. “And believe me, Annabelle, our balls are burning for you and only you.”
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Annabelle sucked in her breath as she watched both of her men strip out of their clothes. While Marcus's cock was long and thin, Lance's was thicker and a bit shorter. Both of them were well built, but not too muscular. Lance had both nipples pierced along with his cock which sported a barbell at the end. Marcus had a large tattoo of a red and white dragon on his chest. She could have sworn its eyes followed every move she made.
She glanced once more at the large bed in the center of the room which was covered in black satin sheets. At the head of the bed there were hooks on each side, indicating they liked to tie down their females to their bed. “You speak of lessons. Are you into the BDSM lifestyle?” She nodded to the bed and the hooks. Her heart pounded as she waited for their answer. She had visited a dungeon once, but had been afraid to venture more into the lifestyle—afraid someone might recognize her. Marcus removed the glass from her hand and swept her up into his arms as though she weighed nothing. “Yes, we are. As a matter of fact, we have several slaves and we own the local dungeon in town. Have you ever visited our dungeon?” Marcus stopped at the bed and glanced down at her. Annabelle frowned and looked up at him. “Yes, I went there last month, but Marcus, I'm not into sharing and I don't do females. If you want me, the others have to go.” “Are you giving us orders, Annabelle?” Lance snapped at her, from across the room. She shrugged and gazed at him. “No, just stating a fact. I have this little pet peeve about men. If you want me, then you'd better want only me. I've been hurt before and it won't happen again. I'm sorry if this makes you angry. I can go home right now before we do anything more. Marcus, Put me down.” She glanced up at him as he dropped her onto the bed, none to gently. There was a pounding on the door, then Stanley yelled, “Excuse me, sir, but the warehouse is calling. There seems to be a big problem.” Marcus frowned down at her for a minute and turned his attention towards the door. “I swear, if this isn't an emergency, I'm killing someone.” He threw open the door and grabbed the phone from his butler, slamming the door in his face. “What is so damn important that you interrupt me?” Lance walked over to his brother and listened to the call. Annabelle shook her head and got up, covering herself in the sheet. She strolled back to the fireplace and let them talk in peace. Doubt was now settling in. She couldn't be their mate. Could she? “Damn it, Drew, it was supposed to be fixed two weeks ago. Now we're so far behind we're going to have work nonstop. We'll be there in twenty minutes. Have the engineer in my office by then,” Marcus yelled, and flung the phone on the bed.
He turned his attention to Annabelle. “I'm afraid we're going to have to leave, but this conversation isn't over. I'll have my driver take you home.” Marcus came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. “I have a cell phone I want to give to you. You can contact us anytime with it. All you have to do is press one and we'll answer it. And Annabelle, you are our mate, so we expect you to remain free until after the holidays.” He turned her around and kissed her fiercely
before she could answer. He pulled the sheet from her body and picked her up. “I'm sorry, but I can't wait,” he said. He slid his cock inside her quickly and hard, backing her up to the wall near the fireplace. Annabelle wrapped her legs around him, and all that doubt disappeared as he pumped into her hard and fast. “Marcus…” He nuzzled her neck, licked it, and sank his fangs into it, drinking from her. The room heated up as she grabbed onto his hair and wrapped it around her fist, holding on as best she could while her body shook. He grabbed onto her ass and squeezed as he slammed in and out of her. He moved his hips in a circular motion, rubbing against her clit. Her orgasm spread through her fast and hard, taking her by surprise. Her head rolled back, hitting the wall as he pumped twice more into her and let go of his seed into her pussy. The fire crackled loudly, and the aroma of cinnamon filled the air as Marcus slowly lowered her to the floor. She took a deep breath and looked up at Marcus, who smiled at her. “You're marked now. No other of my kind will touch you.” He stroked the mark he left on her neck, and she shivered.
“Lance, you have ten minutes. I'll get the car running. See you soon, Annabelle.” Marcus leaned down and tenderly kissed her swollen lips, but all too soon he was gone.
Touching her lips with her finger, she looked up to see Lance grin at her. He took her small hands into his larger ones and placed them onto the arm of the chair. “Bend over the chair, Annabelle.” He slid in behind her and separated her legs from behind. “Marcus will have your clothes brought up here in a few minutes in the next room. The limo will be waiting downstairs for you when you are ready.” He grabbed her breasts at the same time he shoved his own cock into her pussy. She sucked in her breath, and tightly gripped the chair. Lance's thick cock stretched her from behind. From this position, she could have sworn his cock reached her tonsils. “My God, Lance!” she moaned, as he pinched her nipples and scraped the other side of her neck.
“Does this feel like a one night stand?” he snarled. His large hand landed on her butt. Annabelle jumped, but he held her in place. “We don't have time now, but wait. We'll prove to whom you belong soon enough.” He shoved back into her. Annabelle's ass stung, but she had no time to think, as he reached around and rubbed her clit. “Come for me now.” He stiffened and bit into her neck, sending a chill down her spine. Her body tensed and she shouted as her toes curled, sweat beading on her face and her hair sticking to the back of her neck. The room spun as another powerful orgasm coursed through her. Well, at least I don't have to worry about getting pregnant. She fell forward onto the arm of the chair while Lance slipped out of her and released her neck, closing the holes with his tongue once more.
She smiled. Her body was pleasurably sore in all the right places. She could write tonight—the passion had returned. Lance carefully lifted her up into his arms and gazed down at her. He brushed her hair out of her face and lifted her chin. “I'm truly sorry we didn't get to live out one of your fantasies, but soon we'll delve into all of those. Marcus has slipped the phone into your purse and your clothes are in the room over there. Take your time. Why don't you take the bottle of champagne home?” He kissed her nose and lips. “Have to go. We'll talk to you soon.” He lowered her to the ground, swatting her burning ass once more, and turned to walk out the door, still gloriously naked. His tight ass was a vision for any female. She sighed. She slowly walked to the other room and slipped on her skirt and blouse. Her underwear and bra were nowhere to be found.
Annabelle sat on the large bed and scanned the bedroom, done in red tones and roses. She noticed perfume bottles and other personal items on the dresser. She narrowed her gaze and walked to the closet, opening the door. Gorgeous dresses, pants and blouses hung in the closet.
Anger not only at them, but herself, raced through her. “Damn, I'm stupid!” She grabbed her purse and coat and stormed down the stairs. She never stopped as she hopped into the limo.
Annabelle gave the driver her address and dug in her purse for the phone that Marcus had put in there. Finding the phone, she opened the window and pitched the phone out the window. “No one will hurt me again. Why couldn't you be here, Dwayne? You and I were always together as kids. I could tell you anything.” A small tear dripped down her face as she remembered her brother's smile.
Chapter Four
Annabelle packed her suitcase and sighed. A week and a half had gone by and she still couldn't get Lance and Marcus out of her mind. Every night she dreamed of them and what they had done to her body in the limo. In one dream, they had tied her body with rope and balanced her from a hook as they had taken her to heaven with their hands. Who would have thought the back of her knees were a hot spot that turned her to mush? On top of that, she was freaking late on her monthly. She should have started two days ago. She was never late. “Hey, you ready to go? We have to get to the port, if we're going to make the boat,” Sandy said as she entered the bedroom. She frowned. “Okay, ever since that night at the bar, you've been moping around. What's up?” She put her hands on her hips and waited. Walking into the bathroom, Annabelle slipped the pregnancy test into her evening bag before Sandy could see it. She never thought this could happen. Her doctors had told her she couldn't get pregnant—when she and Dave had tried. “I'm waiting. What did those hunks do? Are you missing them?” She followed Annabelle into the bathroom as she shoved her toothbrush and other things into her bag. “No, I don't miss them,” she snapped and pushed back into the bedroom. “Let's go. I'm ready. Plus, they have someone else.” She grabbed her bag, heading towards the front door. Sandy grabbed her arm and stopped her. “What the hell do you mean, ‘they have someone else’?” Annabelle pulled on her winter coat and shrugged. “The room connected to the master bedroom was a woman's and she still lives there. Her clothes and perfume were there. So there is no reason to hope for anything.”
They walked out of her apartment to the waiting cab. The driver grabbed her bags. A fresh snow had started to fall as the morning sun rose over the city. Sandy turned to her in the cab. “Well, those lousy pigs! Not only did they take off early in the night and leave you alone, but they have another woman living in their house? I swear, if we didn't need the money, I'd tell them to take their jobs and shove them up their asses. Well, at least we're getting away. We'll just have a ball and forget those assholes.”
Annabelle turned and stared out at the city as they drove away from it. How can I forget when I dream of them… She rubbed her midriff. Maybe I should have kept their phone. Oh, no! Her cell phone buzzed, scaring the crap out of her. She grabbed it and looked at the caller ID. Not recognizing the number, she answered it. “Hello.” “Where the hell are you?” Marcus yelled. She pulled the phone away from her ear, but could still hear him. “We've been calling nonstop, but you won't answer our calls.”
She was about to hang up when Sandy grabbed the phone. “Who the hell do you think you are, calling her and yelling at her? I thought you were a decent man or I would have never left her alone with you. She's been hurt enough. Don't call her again!” she yelled, and flipped the phone closed. “Do you believe that asshole?” “Um, Sandy, you just yelled at our boss. What about our jobs?” Annabelle smiled and put the phone away, when it started to buzz again. “Oh, shit. I forgot about that. Give me the phone. Let me see if we still have a job.” She grabbed the phone and answered it. “Listen, I'm sorry I yelled at you. Please don't fire us. But what you did was cruel. I mean, if you had someone else, you should have told her.” She clicked her fingernails on door handle.
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