Blood Bound

by V. J. Devereaux

  She looked at them, at the need in their eyes, and reached up to stroke Nico’s face, turned her wrist to offer it to him.

  In wonder, he took it, brushed his lips over the sensitive skin. The fingers of his free hand danced on her clit. Her body bowed as pleasure filled her.

  At the same moment their teeth pierced her skin with a gentle pop at throat and wrist, an ephemeral flash of pain. For a moment there was only the sensation of their warm mouths against her skin. A shiver went through her. It felt shockingly good.

  Then they suckled.

  Her body bucked with intense pleasure.

  Both drew deeply, one quick mouthful.

  Ecstasy blinded her, speared into her depths and she cried out softly in wonder, in glorious bliss. Julian hadn’t lied about that. They could indeed make it pleasurable. Now she understood those girls in the bars.

  She looked at Nico, his eyes closed as he savored the taste of her. Another shot of pleasure raced straight to her core at the sight.

  Julian’s mouth was locked on her throat, savoring her.

  That first mouthful was a wonder, a joy. She tasted marvelously rich, sweet and clean. Her pleasure surged through her and into him. He shuddered as the taste of her swept through him.

  So hungry, he was so very hungry and she was so gloriously sweet, so rich, so delicious. He relished her, basked in the taste of her. If she was this good now, what would she be like when her blood had been truly heated? Dear god. He shuddered in anticipatory delight.

  If she stayed.

  Lifting his mouth from her, his gaze went to Nico, watching as his cousin’s eyelids slid closed with his own pleasure.

  As he watched, Nico’s eyes fluttered with a matching satisfaction and Julian knew his beloved cousin felt the same incredible pleasure race through his body even as it poured through his own.

  Finally, they could feed without fear.

  So good.

  He only wished the hunger, the need, wasn’t so great. They would have taken their time, pleasured Rafi more deeply first and part of him couldn’t wait to do so, to take her with his body as he did with his teeth. Even now as he slid his arm around her slender waist to draw her closer he couldn’t resist letting the back of his hand brush the underside of her breast. A part of him was all too aware of how her body felt beneath his hand, against his own. Her blood heated at his touch as he pleasured her.

  He settled his mouth over her again, let his fangs penetrate. Her hot blood coursed into his mouth.

  The taste of her grew richer, more vibrant and Julian closed his eyes in wonder. Her taste revealed the truth, revealed her growing delight at the feel of them both feeding from her.

  Control vanished as she quivered in his arms.

  An intense rush of pleasure, of heat, raced through Julian to Rafi, shot straight to her core, and Rafi’s body bucked in reaction as she heard Julian groan in ecstasy, felt the vibration of that sound against her throat.

  Finally, he fed in earnest, pulling mouthfuls from her, each one sending a shot of electricity straight through her to her core, to her pussy. In that moment she wouldn’t have cared if they did suck her dry, she was in heaven.

  Through pleasure-hazed eyes Rafi looked at Nico, his expression nearly despairing with need and then his mouth closed more tightly over her wrist. He drank, deeply. Pleasure spiked through her. He started to feed as well, drawing a great hungry draught of her into his mouth. His eyes closed, the lids fluttered. She watched as he, too, savored the taste of her. It sent a thrill through her.

  He started to drink nearly frantically, his throat working.

  Julian’s arms encircled her gently but as strong as steel, his mouth working on her throat. Sucking. Sucking hard.

  This was real. And it was wonderful. She trembled as pleasure poured through her.

  She surrendered to it. To them.

  Helpless between them, there was nothing she could do except let them feed…deliriously. Lost in the pleasure of it, she felt Julian’s hand on her chest, over her heart, pressing there to feel her heart beat beneath it as she quivered in delight.

  Even as it seemed they drank her life away and a touch of fear speared through her, a deeper, darker pleasure slid alongside it. They could indeed make it pleasurable. Ecstasy shot to her core, flooded it.

  Darkness closed around her vision. With a blissful sigh, she let it take her.

  Julian and Nico drank until Rafi went limp – until they were, if not sated, at least not so very hungry. Julian cradled her against him. Nico licked the wound in her wrist closed as he looked at Julian.

  Worried, Nico said, “Did we take too much?”

  When she’d reached out for him, offered herself to him, those turbulent blue eyes softening, something inside him had…shifted.

  He’d watched her face as he’d bit down, as her hot blood gushed into his mouth. Looking into her blue eyes, he could see she’d known, been aware of him, had felt his teeth pierce her, his mouth on her, deliriously sucking in great drafts of her blood. She’d enjoyed it, her pretty lips parting, her eyelids drifting closed over those beautiful eyes.

  If Julian was right, if she could take them both, they could pleasure her in many ways. They would give her whatever she wanted.

  Nico wanted her now in another way. With his hunger eased, other needs arose. Now though, was not the time.

  Taking a breath, lifting Rafi into his arms, Julian shook his head.

  “I don’t think so. Not now. The first few days will be the hardest. We must drain her fairly deeply. Not so much that her veins collapse but enough that her body compensates. In a few weeks I believe she’ll feed us both with ease. We simply have to condition her to it.”

  It might be pleasant. He hoped it would be and would try to make it so. He hoped she wouldn’t change her mind.

  Gently, he brushed a kiss over her pale forehead.

  “I like her, Julian,” Nico said.

  He remembered her bright laughter as she’d come in the door, her compassion at his need.

  There had been some - many - over the centuries who hadn’t been as kind as she. He would bear the scars of that forever.

  If he’d suffered, how much more had Julian, who bore greater and deeper scars than his?

  Then there was Rafi.

  In only a moment he’d fallen in love with those clear blue eyes.

  Julian looked at the woman in his arms, her lovely eyes closed. He’d fallen in love with her the moment she’d laughed.

  They had indeed chosen well. He thought they would all suit each other very well. Very well indeed.

  “As do I, Nico,” Julian answered softly.

  Chapter Five

  There were far worse ways to wake up than with two hard, warm sexy male bodies pressed against her to keep her warm, Rafi thought. Many, many worse ways, especially since both seemed to be cuddlers, unusual in men these days. For once she hadn’t awakened alone. Julian had an arm around her, his hand cupped around her breast and a leg curled around one of hers as she snuggled back against him. Her head was pillowed on Nico’s arm with Nico’s hand on her hip, his cheek against her hair.

  She was also very naked, one of her favorite ways to be.

  So were they.

  That had its pleasures too. She sighed happily as she enjoyed the view. She’d suspected they were very well-built, nicely muscled men beneath their clothes, their muscles toned, their bodies fit.

  She’d been more than right.

  From what she could see of the exposed skin beneath tangled sheets, bodies and limbs, they were beautiful. Of the two Julian was the more solidly muscled, the curves of his chest deeper, more pronounced, while Nico was leaner. Both had excellent pecs, taut abs and long, muscular legs.

  Julian’s breath was warm against her throat.

  Speaking of which…

  Rafi did a quick mental assessment. She’d expected to feel a little weak, a little headachy, but there was nothing. She felt fine. She was alive. She’d tak
en the leap and survived.

  Again.

  A thrill went through her as she remembered the two of them feeding on her the night before. In an instant her pussy was damp and aching. It had been so incredibly erotic to feel their mouths on her. To her astonishment, she already wanted them to feed on her again, to experience that incredible rush once more.

  She felt Julian stir, his arm tighten around her.

  Julian woke slowly, unusual for him of late. His mouth brushed Rafi’s throat. Beneath his lips her pulse beat regularly and steadily, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He placed a gentle kiss there as he closed his hand more tightly around the curve of her full breast. She felt wonderful. Almost unconsciously, only half awake, he stroked and squeezed, the lush weight of her breast sweet in his palm.

  His cock hardened but he could have played with her breast for hours, massaging and caressing it as her nipple stiffened beneath his hand, between his fingers.

  Still in all honor, he had to wake her first. He was and would always remain an honorable man. The centuries might pass and honor go in and out of style but he wouldn’t change. He needed her consent.

  Then he felt her shift to accommodate him and realized she was already awake.

  “How do you feel?” he asked, softly. “Are you all right?”

  Not that he wasn’t reasonably certain of it, most made the transition without difficulty, her body adjusting to the changes passed to her by their feeding while they slept.

  She smiled a little and said reassuringly, “I’m fine.”

  “You can still leave,” he said, keeping his voice carefully even, “if you choose.”

  He didn’t want to influence her.

  Nico had scruples as well, just not that one. He stroked her hip idly. “But we would very much like you to stay.”

  So Nico was awake, too.

  Rafi looked up into his golden brown eyes, saw the intense look in them. Turning her head, she met Julian’s darker gaze again. His expression, to her surprise, was softer.

  With Julian playing with her nipple and Nico stroking her hip it was difficult for her to concentrate. Unsurprisingly, she discovered she also had two heavy, very hard male erections pressed against her.

  Two.

  Heat shot through her at the thought.

  She looked from Julian’s strong, handsome face to Nico’s leaner, younger one.

  “It would be much easier to say no if you’d stop doing what you’re doing,” she said. “But I don’t want to go and I don’t want you to stop.”

  Julian smiled and her heart stuttered a little at the sight of it. Rafi let out a breath. He had a wonderful smile did Julian. Beautiful.

  So did Nico, although his was a little more impish, more playful now.

  “You like this?” Julian asked.

  His hand closed over her breast, trapped her nipple between finger and thumb. It felt delicious when he pinched it lightly, sending a shot of heat like lightning straight to her core.

  She arched a brow at him as her nipple tightened at his touch.

  “What do you think?”

  Julian’s smile became a grin as he rolled her hardening nipple between his fingers, his leg curling around hers as he let her head settle into the curve of his shoulder. She allowed the back of her hand fall against the deep curves of the muscles of his chest, felt the crisp hair there brush against her fingers.

  Nico wrapped one his legs around her free one, claiming her as well.

  Cupping her breast this time Julian held it for Nico.

  Rafi’s throat tightened. Something about that gesture…shattered her. It couldn’t have said more clearly that they wanted to share her. All the breath went out of her as a rush of excitement speared through her.

  Nico lowered his head to take Julian’s offering and he sipped to draw her now tightly furled nipple into his mouth as Julian brushed his lips over hers. He kissed her sweetly and deeply as Nico nibbled and suckled on the tender tip of her breast. The combination of sensations, gentle and stirring, was marvelous.

  She stroked Nico’s hair, running her fingers through it.

  Nico sighed, sliding up her body to take his turn kissing her. Her tender gesture sent a wave of gratitude and amazement through him. So simple, and yet it was everything for which he’d waited, everything he wanted. This was what they’d missed, simple affection as well as the greater.

  As Julian propped his head on his hand, Nico tasted her lips gently with a light brush of his tongue. With only that, they parted for him. He thanked the gods for her responsiveness. Heat moved through him as he took her mouth to taste her deeply and was delighted when her tongue swept around his in a gentle caress. He sighed again in pure pleasure as he felt her lips curve in a smile at the taste of him.

  To have Nico’s mouth on hers while Julian touched her was an entirely new experience for Rafi. One she welcomed.

  Nico tasted sweet and clean. Where Julian’s tongue had speared into her mouth to claim it as his own, Nico requested. His hand drifted over her so lightly she barely felt his soft caress as anything more than a whisper of electric heat over her skin. Julian molded her other breast in his hand, played with and teased it. Shots of heat raced through her with each pinch and tug on her nipple.

  His blood went hot, his cock going hard at her smile of pleasure even as she shifted her body more tightly against his.

  It was almost a shock to realize he could touch her, that they both could.

  She was hardly the first woman he’d touched or pleasured, but the idea that they could both take her, they could share her, sent a shot of heat through him. In the past, they’d had to pay for the pleasure, and there was a coldness, a calculation, to that act that had a chilling effect on him.

  Not here. Rafi trembled at their touch, soft cries of pleasure escaping her.

  Watching Julian play with Rafi’s nipple and then offer him her breast had been incredible.

  Tentatively, Nico explored her with hands and fingers, heat moving through him with each touch, each quiver of her body. The ache in his cock grew as she murmured her delight against his mouth.

  He brushed his palm over the crest of one breast, traced the shape of it with the tips of his fingers as she shivered before sliding his hand down over her stomach to brush over the delicate curls between her thighs. The scent of her growing excitement filled the air like a heady incense, increasing his own desire.

  Julian’s mouth brushed Rafi’s shoulder, watching as Nico kissed her, touched her. An expression close to wonder lit his cousin’s face as Nico began, hesitantly, to explore. Watching his cousin’s fingers dance over Rafi’s curves, over her smooth belly, only made Julian himself harder as he stroked her breast.

  He pressed his throbbing shaft against her hip, watching Rafi’s expression as intently as he did Nico’s. There was a kind of wonder on her face to match their own.

  She shivered as Nico’s fingers combed lightly through the curls of her mound, so close to her clit, the light touch setting her blood afire and awakening the ache deep in her pussy. Her thighs grew damp.

  Nico lifted his lips from hers to visibly admire her body and to observe as Julian toyed with her nipple. She felt Nico’s cock twitch against one hip while Julian’s pressed hard against the other.

  Watching them as they touched her sent even more heat pouring through her.

  She could see the growing passion in Julian’s eyes, in the intensity of his gaze, everything focused on the way their bodies touched. His hand squeezed her breast more and more tightly. Nico played with the curls between her thighs, coming close, so close, to the little nub there, and to her core. That tantalizing touch was driving her crazy. His expression fascinated as her hips pumped in response to her need.

  Her clit throbbed with his fingers so close, his touch so delicate.

  Then Julian’s mouth closed over her other breast, sucked her nipple into his mouth. The sudden pleasure of it was almost shocking in its intensity, drawing a moan from her as
her pussy clenched in response. His leg tightened around one of hers to draw her closer to him, his erection pressed hard against her hip. His hips thrust to grind it against her.

  That was the difference between the two men. Julian was more demanding, more aggressive, like his kisses. Nico was gentler, the more tentative of the two, for all his bold stride and intensity.

  Watching them as they teased and tormented her was incredible, more erotic than she could have imagined. Feeling their touch, their lips, tongues and fingers on her, was maddening.

  Julian loved her breasts. He’d always been a breast man. As he’d undressed her the night before, he’d admired them. They were full, almost lush, firm and nicely rounded, the areola large but not too large, really lovely. The taste of them, the feel of her nipples as they stiffened against his tongue was delicious. He couldn’t resist suckling them, nibbling on them a little to make her writhe. And she did.

  That was promising. There was only one question left now to answer.

  First, though, there was time to explore. To savor and enjoy. He wouldn’t waste it. There was no need to rush. Julian wanted to take his time and explore every inch of her with every inch of him.

  He breathed in the scent of her arousal, his cock as hard as rock.

  Catching that stiff nipple between his teeth, he nipped it, then scraped them over it, drawing it upward. He felt her hand in his hair, it dropped to his shoulder to clutch at him when he nibbled. He caught that hand, pinned it to the bed above her head.

  Even as he did, he watched Nico play with her, touch her, and his cock stiffened even more to see Nico’s hands tease her, make her tremble.

  Rafi felt as if she would lose her mind with pleasure.

  Both men stroked her, caressed her breasts and played with her nipples, teased them, rolled and pinched them until those sensitive nubs were aching and as hard as pebbles, it seemed. Julian used just his fingertips, let them float over her skin to make her shiver while Nico’s palm drifted warmly just above her skin, barely grazing it. Now and then one or the other of them slid their hands over her stomach, stroked her thighs, dipped their fingers between them to tease and tantalize. Her body quivered and arched to each touch.