The Turning Kiss: Midnight Playground, Book 3

by Eden Bradley

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “You find it difficult to wait. You are so much less the ice princess now, Ilana. We love that about you. That the sex itself melts you. That you submit so beautifully. Yet you are still regal in some way. Do you not find her so, Calam?”

  “Yes,” he said, his voice thick with desire. As thick as his swollen cock. “Beautiful and elegant, always.”

  “Even as she is being spanked,” Luka said. He brought his hand down in a hard slap across her ass.

  “Oh!”

  “Absolutely,” Calam agreed, humor and need in his voice.

  Another slap, but this time she knew it was leather. A small flogger, perhaps. Lust rose, spiraled, soaking her sex.

  “Are you wet for us, beauty?” Luka asked. “Tell me, Calam. Do you find her wet with need?”

  Calam slid a hand under her hip, his fingers slipping in her juices. She moaned.

  “Ah, she’s wet and ready, Luka. Her pussy is like silk.”

  “Keep your hand on her while I whip her. While we watch her beautiful ass turn pink.”

  “Gladly,” Calam answered.

  Luka began the flogging then, a series of hard smacks on her ass with the strands of leather. And Calam kept his hand between her thighs, his fingers rubbing at her slit, at her swollen clitoris. Soon she was completely out of her head. With pleasure. With endorphins, as she slipped deeper and deeper into subspace, that misty place her mind went to when she submitted. It was a relief, as always, to give up all control. And the pleasure was exquisite.

  The flogging went on, punctuated by Luka stroking her hot, sore skin with his palm, creating a wonderful contrast. Calam’s cock grew even harder against the soft flesh of her stomach. She spread her thighs without even thinking about it, wanting…everything. To be fucked. Spanked. Caressed.

  “Ah, she is wanton,” Luka said, pausing to pinch the inside of her thigh.

  She gasped. He laughed. But there was nothing mean in it. He was simply pleased with her response.

  “I love that about her,” Calam said quietly. There was still desire in his tone. But something else… It was too hard to think. She was overcome with sensation. “I love her response to every small touch. To what you’re saying.”

  “Oh yes, she loves even that. To hear the words spoken.”

  “So do I,” Calam said.

  Another small chuckle from Luka. Then, “I want to fuck her. So do you.”

  “Gods, yes!”

  “Bring her up on your lap then, so she is straddling you.”

  Calam shifted her until she was on her knees on either side of his strong thighs. He smiled, his features lighting up, his cheek dimpling, as she held on to his broad shoulders. That dimple softened his masculine features—his square jaw, his high cheekbones. The only other softness in his face was the lush mouth, framed by the wicked-looking goatee. His mouth seemed impossibly sexual to her. She wanted him to kiss her. But it was something more than desire. She didn’t understand it, her own need for this man.

  Calam’s hands were on her waist, pulling her closer, lifting her, then lowering her onto his hard cock.

  “Ah…that’s good. So good,” she muttered, barely able to speak.

  Even better that Calam kept his gaze steady on hers as he began to pump his hips. Pleasure shafted deep, deeper even than his thick cock. Invading her body. Her mind.

  Her heart.

  Luka was kneeling behind her. He reached around to press his fingers against her lips, and she sucked them in, knowing what was coming. She was shivering with desire even before he pulled his fingers away, used them to slick her anus. He arched his hips, holding her buttocks apart with his hands, and pressed the tip of his cock into her ass.

  “Ah, Luka…yes…”

  “You feel so good inside,” Luka murmured. “I can feel Calam’s cock inside you, beauty. It’s almost like fucking you both at once. But we are both fucking you.”

  He thrust, his cock hurting a little as he drove past the tight ring of muscle.

  “Oh!”

  Calam surged into her as well, his cock slipping into her pussy. They both moved, slowly at first, then faster as her body went loose all over. Sensation was liquid, hot, burning her up. Her pussy. Her ass. And Calam’s gaze on hers, going darker by the second. Like some sort of aphrodisiac, just the expression of pleasure in his eyes.

  “Calam,” Luka said, and she felt him draw Calam’s arms around her body. “Inside me, now.”

  She felt another shift as Calam stretched his arm, heard the vampire’s sharp sigh.

  “Ah, your ass is so tight,” Calam said to Luka.

  “Fuck me with your fingers,” Luka demanded.

  It was too much for her—knowing what Calam was doing to Luka. What they were both doing to her, as their hips drove into her. That sense of connection between all three of them. Fucking each other. And her hips were arching, taking Calam into her pussy, surging back to take Luka into her ass. She was fucking them as much as they were fucking her.

  Pleasure crested, peaked. And she came with a cry. As she did, she was aware of Luka leaning in next to her, sinking his fangs into Calam’s arm, at that tender point in the crook of his elbow. She felt Calam coming in hard, clenching thrusts inside her. Felt Luka’s hot come in her ass. They all cried out together. Fell together. And as Luka released Calam’s arm and bit into the back of her neck, they all fell as one into darkness.

  Chapter Five

  Konstantine and Luka had kept Ilana and Calam with them at the club, housed in the luxurious rooms, for days. Calam hadn’t returned to his own rooms even once. The vampire pair hadn’t even taken them downstairs to the bar or up to the dungeons, instead keeping them secreted away, which he understood was part of their evaluation of them. To possibly be offered the Turning Kiss. To become one of them. Immortal. Bonded to them.

  He’d lost count. Of the days. Of the number of times their beautiful vampires had drunk from them. Fucked them. How they had all fucked each other in endless combinations of pure sensual pleasure.

  Ever had joined them several times. Always mysterious in his astonishing ancient, preternatural grace. Calam knew that Ilana felt more comfortable with Ever after having seen something of his past. They’d talked about it on the days when the vampires left them alone together. But Ever never spoke of it himself, or much of anything else. He came to them, and after everyone’s appetites had been sated, he left. Calam understood Ever chose to keep a certain distance from most—human and vampire. He was close only with some of the elder vampires, like Konstantine and Aleron, whom Calam knew, had played with in the dungeons, and who now was bonded with the ravishing and elegant Meeraj.

  Meanwhile, the days and nights had passed in a blur. The sex was incredible. And even the hard Konstantine was beginning to soften a little. Although Calam thought he might never soften too much. It wasn’t in the old vampire to do so. But he didn’t mind. He loved that illusive mystery about him. The hardness. It fascinated him, the aloofness of the older vampires. It made them more attractive somehow. Although he found Luka to be incredibly alluring as well, but in a different way.

  Something about being with them for such a long period of time was changing him. Perhaps the idea of being offered immortality. The way it was truly hitting home, that it may actually happen, was making him re-evaluate everything. Who he was. What he wanted.

  Ilana…

  During the time they’d been with Luka and Konstantine at the club, Ilana had changed as well. She was opening up, in every way. To the vampires. To him. His feelings for her grew daily. He understood the danger in that. That he could end up rejected by the vampire pair. Rejected by her, which seemed an even more brutal possibility. Alone once more. But there was nothing he could do about it.

  He adored them both, the vampires. Had grown closer to them. Especially to Luka, who was sweet even as he was frighteningly beautiful.

  But he loved Ilana.

  He was in love with the woman.
He’d come to realize it days ago. When it had happened, exactly, didn’t seem to matter. It was true.

  He’d never intended it. It had always been in his mind that it was a vampire he would fall in love with, and he had certainly loved several. Or adored them, anyway. He adored Luka and Konstantine, had developed more of a relationship with them than any of the other vampires he’d been with, even Aleron. They had developed an odd sort of friendship, in addition to the sex. But he’d never been in love before. He still desired the vampires. That would never change. They were too stunning. Too flawlessly sensual. But now all he could think of, all he truly craved from one moment to the next, was Ilana.

  She was bathing in the next room. He could imagine her in the warm water, her skin glistening. He could go to her, see her, be with her. She would welcome him, as always. Into her arms. Her lovely body.

  He’d needed some time to think, which was why he’d stayed in the room, sitting on the settee, watching the sky outside fade from the pale gray light of day to the darker shades of a starless night. The remains of their dinner was on the silver tray brought to them by one of the serving girls. He picked up his glass of fortified wine and drank.

  They’d want them this evening, their vampires, which was why they’d sent the wine infused with strengthening herbs. He was excited by the idea, as always. But he knew it was only as exciting as Ilana’s presence could make it.

  Ilana…

  He couldn’t wait for their evening to begin. Hell, he couldn’t wait, period.

  He dropped his black silk robe as he moved across the sleek marble floors to the bathroom. He pushed the door open, the steam rolling out to greet him even before he stepped inside.

  “Calam…”

  She smiled, sounded pleased to see him. He grinned back at her.

  She made him happy. Simply hearing her voice. Seeing her glorious smile. And her body, naked beneath the water, her full breasts rising to break the surface, her nipples going hard as he gazed at her. She looked like some glamorous image of Marie Antoinette in the big tub, with its high, arching sides at either end, her impossible beauty. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips cherry pink. Her nipples were the same color. Sweet. Irresistible.

  She was irresistible.

  “I hope you don’t mind,” he said, moving closer. He was growing harder with each moment.

  “Never,” she answered, dropping the sponge and holding out a hand to him.

  He went to her, took her hand, kissing it before he climbed into the enormous white porcelain tub. He sat across from her, letting the heat envelop him. Took in the vision that was Ilana, with her blonde hair bundled on top of her head, exposing her graceful neck.

  She stretched her legs, one pointed toe drawing a line down his chest. Her smile grew lazy, sensual, her lashes lowering as she moved her foot down, until it caressed his aching cock beneath the water.

  “Ah, that’s good,” he murmured, leaning his shoulders back against the high side of the tub.

  She pressed the arch of her foot harder against him, and he moaned, tilting his hips into her.

  “Ah, so good, Ilana…”

  She was watching him as she rubbed her foot up and down the length of his rigid shaft. Her eyes were gleaming, that deep, sparkling blue. She had a small smile on her face, as if bringing him pleasure pleased her. He knew it did.

  She dipped lower, brushing his balls lightly, before moving back up, pressing against his cock, then releasing the pressure. She did it again, and pleasure built with each press, each release, until his breath was rasping in his lungs.

  Finally, he couldn’t take it any longer. He took her foot in his hand, pushed her leg back until it bent at the knee, and lunged for her, the water splashing as he pressed his body between her open thighs. He looped her leg over his shoulder and, holding the sweet curve of her ass in his hands, he lifted her.

  “Ah, Calam, yes…”

  He tilted his hips, held her tight as he pushed his cock into her.

  They moaned together. He began to fuck her in slow strokes, their movements as liquid as the warm water around them. It was all too good—her pussy clenching him, her slick skin, her hands around the back of his neck. Her soft sighs of pleasure. And too soon he was coming, pumping into her.

  When he’d caught his breath, he pulled back, kissed her hard on the mouth. He could feel her need in the press of her lips, the frantic twining of her tongue.

  “Come, my darling girl,” he told her, helping her to stand in the tub. Bending her over and spreading her thighs, opening her pussy to him.

  He leaned in and paused a moment, taking in the sight of her swollen, pink flesh, glistening with her excitement. So damn lovely, he could hardly stand it. He licked her slit, tasting her desire, a little of his own come. He pushed into her hole, and she groaned, surging back into him.

  “Ah yes, that’s it,” he muttered against her warm, wet flesh.

  “Calam, please… I need to come.”

  He reached around her and took her clitoris in his fingers, tugging, squeezing, stroking. Still licking her, licking her, with long strokes of his tongue. And as he pinched her clit hard, in the way he knew she loved, she came, her body shivering.

  When the last tremor had left her, he pulled her down into the water, her back leaning into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, felt her erratic heartbeat against his palm as he laid it flat between her breasts.

  Mine…

  He wanted her. Wanted to make her his. But they had both made certain choices in coming here, to the Midnight Playground. And this was not his choice to make.

  He kissed the back of her neck, breathed her in, along with the lilac bath salts she used. So sweet, underneath her cool exterior. He felt in some fierce and certain way that no one, not even Konstantine or Luka, understood her sweetness the way he did. Understood her.

  She belongs to them, the vampires, unless they decide otherwise. So do I.

  For the first time since he’d come to the club seven years earlier, he wished it weren’t so.

  It was an hour later when one of the collared and leather-clad serving girls came to tell them to prepare to go to the dungeons.

  Ilana loved the dungeon play, and it had been some time since she’d been played there. The idea was thrilling, as always. She loved the dim lighting, the scents of leather and desire in the air. The sounds of others being whipped, paddled. That air of exquisite expectancy.

  Her heart was pounding as she and Calam removed their robes, leaving them both naked. They stood still as the girl was joined by another, and they were both rubbed down with scented oil, meant to make their skin gleam, as well as to massage them, helping to prepare them for the physical strain of the evening ahead.

  The girl’s hand was a sensual touch, exciting her, as it was meant to. That and the ritual of preparation, which she loved. Even more exciting was watching Calam as the other girl rubbed the oils into his skin, his cock going hard, the head darkening. She licked her lips. Saw him smile at her, just a small tilting at the edges of his mouth. She knew he was sinking into subspace, just as she was.

  The girls slipped the silver collars around their necks, and Ilana felt her mind sinking further as they were both made to clasp their hands behind their backs. The pair of girls led them out the door—the first time either she or Calam had passed through in several weeks—and down the long marble hall. It was strange, almost a culture shock of sorts, leaving the womblike safety of the rooms they’d shared.

  Up the flights of stairs, one level, two, their bare feet scudding quietly on the hard, cool marble. They began to pass a few small groups on the wide staircase, vampires, mostly. All of them eerily, stunningly beautiful. But she couldn’t think too much of them. All she knew was that intense sense of submission at being summoned to the dungeons this way. Of Calam beside her.

  She could feel the heat emanating from his body. Knew how hard his cock would be, his dark, male nipples, for the same reasons her body was so on fire.
The submission itself. Knowing Luka and the dangerous Konstantine awaited them. And not knowing exactly what might happen, that it was all up to the whims of the vampires.

  She was breathless by the time they were led through the door and into the main room of the dungeon. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the tall, wooden bondage frames like enormous racks, the plush velvet couches set around the room, the gleaming expanse of marble walls. And as they passed one of the enormous gilt-framed mirrors, she caught their reflection—the two attendants in their red leather corsets, their shining chrome collars. And Calam and herself, naked but for the silver circlets they wore around their necks. Beautiful, pale skin. Her body so slender next to the bulk of Calam’s muscular build. And she saw once more how rigid his cock was.

  She swallowed, desire flowing hot in her veins. Making her breasts, her sex, ache with it.

  Need him…

  They stopped in front of one of the tall, freestanding wooden X’s at the far end of the main dungeon room—a double-sided St. Andrew’s Cross. She sensed Konstantine at her side instantly, smelled that papery, stone scent of his years. Enticing. Frightening. Her heart beat faster.

  “How perfect you both are,” Konstantine whispered against her cheek, laying a small kiss there.

  He ran a hand over her stomach, making her body tremble with desire. His touch was unlike any other she’d ever felt—except, perhaps Ever’s—his body impossibly hard beneath the sleek skin. He moved his hand down, over the small of her back, which was always exquisitely sensitive, then over her buttocks. Need rose as he touched her. Spiraled. That and a sense of breathless anticipation.

  “You are wondering what will happen tonight, yes?” he asked her. “Look at Calam,” he commanded. She raised her eyes, saw that Luka was stroking his body in much the same way Konstantine was touching her. “You are to experience it together. In a way which will strengthen your bond, and which serves our purposes.”

  “Yes, Konstantine,” she said quietly. There was too much going on in her body, her head, to be able to answer him any more articulately. But he didn’t seem to require more from her.