by Eden Bradley
“Yes.”
“We are new to the London club,” Konstantine told her. “We arrived just last night from Moscow. Our friend, Ever, told us all about you. You know of him?”
She nodded. “Yes. He is one of the owners of the club. I’ve seen him once or twice in the dungeons from afar. May I…ask what he told you about me?”
She didn’t need to know. But she loved the tone of Konstantine’s deep voice. She always loved listening to the vampires speak. There was something rich about their voices. Unique. Their voices were as ethereally gorgeous as the rest of them.
“He told us you enjoy the same darker play we do. In the dungeons. That you love the kiss of the paddle. The sting of the whip. We would have seen that in you anyway, of course. He thought you might be a good match for us. That your coolness would please me. The better to break you down.” He smiled, his grin wicked. “But he also spoke of something deeper in you. He was right, as he always is.”
She smiled, and he smiled back, his eyeteeth catching the dim amber light from the sconces on the wall. She could see in his ancient gaze his desire for her. Desire and the shadows the older vampires so often carried.
“But,” Luka interjected, “with a human, you could top beautifully, I think.” He stroked her hair. It felt as if he was touching her skin all over, all at once. Desire pooled between her thighs. “I can see you wielding the whip yourself. You are so cool. So controlled. So elegant. Would you enjoy that, Ilana?”
“I will do what you like. For your pleasure. For my own.”
She was giving them nothing other than what she wanted. Submitting to these two creatures was only fulfilling the fantasies she’d had since she’d first heard about the vampire clubs.
“I would like very much to see that,” Konstantine said, moving in closer. “I would like to see our little ice queen command another human. But after we have conquered her coldness ourselves.” His hands went around her waist, and he pulled her into his hard body.
They felt as if they were carved from granite, the vampires. Velvet-soft skin over solid stone. When she pressed into his flesh, her hips arching into his, it gave way only the tiniest bit. As Luka pressed in behind her, she felt the rigid shaft of his erect cock against the small of her back. He was hard, harder than any human male could possibly be. And yet, there was some give there. His flesh was not yet as ancient as Konstantine’s. She loved the contrast of the two of them. Their bodies. Konstantine’s thoroughly masculine face that was all raw edges and Luka’s softer features. Konstantine’s pale, pale skin and Luka’s that lovely gold.
Their hands were everywhere, smoothing over her skin—her shoulders, her arms, her hips and thighs. She was heating up inside, her body responding, beginning to drown in sensation already.
It was only in these moment that she truly felt alive. Felt anything. The extreme and hard-edged pleasure of vampire flesh. But what she really required in order to feel, to open up, was the harder play. The whip, as they had mentioned. Spanking. Bondage. Being commanded into submission, which was the only place she felt safe enough to let go.
She shuddered, need pulsing between her thighs, in her aching breasts.
“We’re going to undress you now,” Luka whispered into her hair.
In moments she was naked. They all were. Luka took her to the bed, laid her down on her back while Konstantine stood where he was, watching. His eyes were liquid pools of whiskey-colored glass, glittering. His cock was thick, sprouting from between muscular thighs. Enormous.
Ilana licked her lips. The velvet coverlet was soft against her back. Her nipples were going hard in the cool air. Luka knelt on the edge of the bed. He was watching her, too, his cock as swollen as Konstantine’s, but longer, if not quite as thick.
“Spread for us, Ilana,” Konstantine told her, and Luka helped to part her thighs with his hands.
She was soaking wet. Falling into that strange and lovely headspace where the world melted away, and all that was left was this. This moment. This sense of the vampiric eyes on her naked flesh. The exquisite anticipation that came with knowing they were about to really touch her.
“I love the way a woman looks,” Luka said, his voice quiet, almost worshipful. “I love that your pink flesh looks like a flower. Purely something of nature. Wet and silky. Sweet.” He reached between her thighs and brushed her cleft with his fingertips, brought them to his face, pressing them to his lush lips. His tongue darted out, tasting her juices on his hand. “Ah, like perfume.”
Konstantine came up behind Luka then, took his hand and sucked his fingers into his mouth. He closed his eyes, and Ilana thought she would go mad if they didn’t touch her soon. Her breasts, her aching pussy.
Konstantine’s eyes opened, and he looked right at her, but his words were for Luka. “Use your mouth on her. I want to see her pleasure. To see her come.”
Luka smiled, nodded, and knelt on the floor before her. He pulled her to the edge of the bed, held her legs wide apart.
“I see you shiver, your flesh tremble while you wait for me to put my mouth on you,” he said.
“Yes,” she whispered.
He leaned in, and she felt his breath, that strange preternatural mix of warm and cool air that was unique to the vampires. He blew on her, tickling her flesh. It was like some sort of ethereal touch. Her sex throbbed, wanted.
“Please,” she murmured.
“What do you beg for?” Konstantine demanded. “Tell me.”
“For him to use his mouth on me. To lick me. To suck me.”
“Ah.” This from Luka, a quiet sigh.
He moved in then, his tongue darting out, catching the tip of her clitoris.
“Oh!”
Konstantine’s gaze was hard on hers. She couldn’t look away. She saw how heavily the centuries weighed on him. How cold he was with age. How detached, yet so deeply engaged in what was happening, in a way no human could be. Why did that make it all the hotter? Luka between her thighs, Konstantine simply watching her, but with such incredible focus.
“Work her, Luka,” he told the younger vampire. “Be merciless.”
Luka dove in, his tongue slipping between her swollen folds, right into her aching hole, then slipping out again. His fingers went to her pussy lips, holding her open, pinching lightly as he fucked her with his tongue. Pleasure was like a knife, piercing her flesh as surely as his teeth would at some point tonight. She was writhing, her hips arching. And still Konstantine’s unwavering gaze was on hers, driving her on.
“Do it now,” he instructed Luka.
The younger vampire shifted, his mouth going right to that rigid nub of needy flesh. He sucked hard, her clit hurting and lovely, sensation moving through her like a sharp, white light.
“Oh…please…”
“Please?” Konstantine asked, his tone another low command.
“Please let me come,” she begged.
“He will make you come, our little ice queen.” His voice was low, insistent.
She could feel the intensity of him. His age. The force of his immortality. It bore into her body nearly as much as Luka’s fingers did as he slid them inside her.
“Ah!”
Luka really went to work, then. Fucking her with his fingers, sucking on her hard clit. When the first sharp edge of his teeth pierced her flesh, she cried out and came.
Her climax was like a blinding light, shimmering behind her eyes. Hurting, yet exquisite. Pleasure arced into her. Burning her. Scorching her. Wonderful.
She was shivering all over as Luka drank from her, just a few drops, but enough that she could see something of who he was.
A young man from a small Siberian village. Possibly only a hundred years earlier, perhaps a little more. He was stunning even then, as a human. But she saw war in his country, a war not of his own people. Felt his dread.
She heard the word Sevvostlag. A prison camp.
It was night time when Konstantine found him, his immortal grace blazing like a beacon as Luka pa
ced along a high, chain-link fence topped in barbed wire. She felt Luka’s desire mixed with fear. What was he, this glorious and beautiful creature, who had come to him like some sort of dark angel? Then another flash, as though a page had turned—Konstantine lifting Luka over the fence, taking him away, carrying him a long, long distance.
Another page, and the two of them coming together under a sky full of stars, the cold air on Luka’s fragile, human skin as the vampire laid him down in a summer field, the wheat just harvested. The sweetness of Konstantine’s tender kiss on his lips, whispered words in a language she didn’t understand. Konstantine stroking Luka’s face, his touch gentle. Then the hard shimmer of pleasure as the vampire pushed into him, one long, punishing thrust. And finally, the heat of Konstantine’s bite on the back of his neck as the old vampire Turned him.
This is exactly what I want. Please…
To be Turned. To be one of them. It was everything she wanted. Everything she had so far been denied.
Perhaps this would be it, the ones who chose her. She would go to them willingly, beautiful as they were. And she had seen in those flickering images the love they shared, that they were each capable of.
If only they would want her enough.
Chapter Two
The visions rippled before her eyes, dissolved. She was back in her body, still shivering with her climax. Luka was holding her, petting her hair gently. Konstantine was with them on the bed. He wasn’t looking at her, but at Luka, with an expression of such fierce tenderness it was shocking. How could this hard and ancient creature be so…vulnerable? And as she watched, Luka turned his face and Konstantine kissed him, a soft, sweet press of lips.
Need filled her once more, simply watching them together. Their obvious adoration. And as she watched, their kiss grew hungrier, more urgent. Konstantine pulled Luka hard against his body, one arm around the younger vampire’s waist. She almost didn’t dare to breathe as they opened their mouths, the kiss becoming demanding, purely sexual. They pulled apart a mere few centimeters, their tongues twining, then crushed their mouths together once more.
Konstantine began a low growl, deep in his throat, in his broad chest. The growl grew until it was an animal sound that drove fear and a sharp, keening desire through her system, into her sex.
Luka yielded to him silently. She wasn’t even certain how she knew it. But she could feel it, as if, even though he no longer drank from her, some mental connection remained. And at that moment Konstantine’s hand wrapped around Luka’s long braid, and he pulled him roughly from the bed and onto the floor.
Ilana gasped, but she knew they didn’t hear her now. Konstantine turned Luka, shoved him face down on the polished marble, spread his legs with one hand while gripping the back of his neck with the other. And with one hard thrust, shoved his erect cock into him.
Luka sighed. From where she lay, propped up on a pile of pillows, she saw him brace himself, his hands splayed on the floor as Konstantine drove into him, over and over. So hard she could hear the clash of hard vampire flesh on hard vampire flesh. Had Luka been human, she knew it would have killed him.
But sex among the vampires was primal, dangerous, fierce. They were more careful with the humans. Usually. Unless the blood lust was too much upon them. But that was a risk every human member of the club agreed to when they entered. And for Ilana, that was part of the allure of being with the vampires. That sense of danger. Watching it now was making her hot all over, lust pounding through her veins, her breasts, her soaking pussy, with the same jagged rhythm with which Konstantine pounded into Luka.
The longer she watched, the more she ached for them.
Need you both.
Konstantine stopped then, turned to face her. The agony of pleasure on his face was exquisite, thrilling to see.
“Do not think we have forgotten our little ice queen,” he said, his voice still that low, animal rumble. “After I fuck my darling Luka, he will fuck you. He will drive into your lovely, fragrant body until you come again. For me. For us.”
“Konstantine…” she said, her voice trailing off. She wasn’t even certain what she wanted to say. Her mind was spinning. All she knew was the glorious need surging through her.
“Yes, I know, my beauty. But if I fucked you now I would tear you apart.”
“Ah, God…”
He grinned at her, and it was a beautiful and terrifying thing. Then he turned back to Luka, who hadn’t moved, holding still with a flawless, preternatural will. Konstantine began to fuck him again, plowing into his ass, over and over. And still Luka never moved, other than a fine shivering of his golden skin.
Ilana licked her lips, the desire building inside her almost as if she were the one being fucked, being touched.
“Yes,” Konstantine gasped. “Touch yourself. Let me watch you, beauty.”
Oh, to perform for him… The mere idea was another sharp stab of desire. She slipped one hand between her naked thighs, spreading them wide as she did so. She found her wet cleft, her fingers slipping between her swollen folds, spreading them apart. Konstantine kept his icy gaze on her hand as she began to rub, up and down, over her slit.
“Fuck yourself with your fingers, Ilana,” he demanded. “Do it now.”
She pressed one finger inside her pussy, then two. Gasped with pleasure.
“Ah, beautiful. You may look at her, my Luka,” he told the younger vampire.
Luka turned his head, his metallic gaze locking on hers. And he was there with her, inside her head once more. Or she was in his. It was hard to tell. She no longer knew what was her hand plunging into her sex and what was Konstantine’s thick cock driving into his ass. All she knew was pleasure, so pure, so powerful, it was making her dizzy.
She watched the two vampires, the sharp motion of Konstantine’s hips slamming into Luka. The two pairs of eyes on her—one pair merely old, one truly ancient. And sensation built so quickly it stunned her. Soon she was coming. Konstantine was coming. She could feel the heat of it in her pussy, her ass, his cock. Her body pulsed with it—heat and pleasure and the throbbing of blood in her veins. Her human blood. Luka’s vampire blood, and Konstantine’s. Pleasure joined them all together as one being.
Before she stopped shivering with climax, the vampire pair were with her. Konstantine lay on his back, and Luka picked her up and laid her on top of him. She could smell them both, like ancient stone and something earthier. Lovely. Something having to do with Konstantine’s come in Luka’s body. That scent, and something incredibly thrilling about being this close to them. To Konstantine’s ancient, unyielding aloofness. Luka’s enduring sweetness. Her breasts were pressed to the older vampire’s hard, hard chest. They ached for his touch, her nipples burning. Konstantine shifted, his hands going to caress those hardened tips.
She moaned. He pinched. She yelped.
A low chuckle from Konstantine, right next to her ear. She could feel his breath in her hair. “Ah, you like this, beauty. A little pain with your pleasure, yes?”
“Yes.”
“It pleases me,” he told her. “Put your arms behind your back now, and clasp your hands together. Very good. And lay your head on my shoulder. You are so exquisite like this. In submission to us.”
She could feel his cock hardening against her belly once more. Needed one of them to fuck her. But her mind was going empty again. She was too full of sensation. The idea of submitting to these two beautiful vampires, as Konstantine had said. She loved it. She needed more.
“Patience,” Konstantine said, but there was humor in his low tone.
“Shall I fuck her now, Konstantine?” Luka asked, his hands smoothing over her back, her buttocks.
Lust shimmered over her skin. His touch was wondrously gentle. Cool. Lovely. She waited for Konstantine’s answer.
“I think she cannot wait any longer. Fuck her now, my Luka.”
Luka parted her thighs with his hands, spreading them wide, until her legs were draped on either side of Konstantine’s body.
While she’d had sex with vampires before, none matched the sensation these two caused in her, the intensity of response. Something about the interplay between them. The connection. Their startling, dark beauty.
Yes, more.
“Oh yes, she needs it,” Luka said, his tone lowering, his exotic accent thicker than before. “And I need you, Ilana. I need to fuck you. To feel the heat of your human pussy surround my cock. Just. Like. This.”
He pushed into her with a sigh.
“Ah, Luka!”
Konstantine grasped her wrists in one of his big hands, holding tight, while with the other he pinched her nipple, driving sensation higher. And Luka began to move, his cock sliding in, filling her up.
Luka’s mouth was right next to her ear, and he murmured, “How beautiful you feel inside. Like wet silk. I could fuck you all night. Come into you over and over again.” He thrust, two sharp jabs, pushing pleasure deeper into her body.
“Oh…”
“Fuck her harder, Luka, my love,” Konstantine directed.
“Yes, Konstantine. I want it, harder, faster. I only wish she were one of us, so she could take all we can offer.”
Luka’s hips pistoned, and she felt desire rising once more, cresting. His cock moving inside her, the stony scent of their vampire flesh. The thrilling idea that Luka had it in mind to make her one of them already.
“You are going to come again soon, beauty,” Konstantine said. It wasn’t a question. But she didn’t know if he was reading her, or if he could feel the quivering of her pussy, with her mound pressed against the length of his cock.
“I can feel it everywhere,” he said quietly. “In your mind. In Luka’s body. And in your hot, velvet pussy.”
Hearing him talk to her this way was making it even better, hotter.
“We know this, that you love it,” Luka said. “We love your open wantonness. We chose you for that as much as for your cool beauty. But you will love this even more.”
His cock slid from her body, and she felt momentarily empty. Then he swiped her juices with his hand, slipping his fingers back to that tightest hole. Together the two vampires lifted her, shifted, and Konstantine impaled her, his thick cock shafting hard into her pussy.
