His Vampire Harem_Harem Paranormal Romance [Gay]

by Lily Harlem

  Everyone was quiet. I wished my heart rate would slow and my mind would stop twirling with thoughts of blood, and dreams, and being a key.

  “It’s not ideal,” Oscar said. “We all share Darius, we’re all in love with him.”

  They all love me.

  I couldn’t hold in a small smile of pleasure as my heart swelled in my chest. These men, these vampires had quickly become my everything, my entire world.

  “I can see that.” Master Concorde took a step back and sat on a plush red chair. “And it’s understandable for many reasons. But in order to protect your special human here, you’re going to have to play along with him belonging to Rhys. No one will take any notice of him if you do that.” He paused. “Well, there are bound to be some comments on his beauty, but I guess you’ll figure that out.” He sighed and rested his head back.

  “Yes, we’ll figure it out somehow.” George nodded. “Thank you, Master, for your time.”

  “I will perform a claiming ceremony in Chambers on Monday, for Darius and Rhys. Because tonight it’s the spring equinox service and I will be busy.” He nodded at the door. “If you’re still in London and wish that to happen, that is.”

  “We do. We appreciate your wise words and advice, Master. We only want the best for Darius.” Lloyd set his hand on my shoulder. “Thank you.”

  Oscar muttered his thanks.

  Rhys tugged me toward the door.

  “What’s the equinox ceremony?” I asked as we stepped through it.

  “Equinox happens twice a year, spring and autumn, and it’s when day and night are of equal length.”

  “And that’s tonight?”

  “Yes. Vampires prefer the winter when the nights are long and dark. It suits us better. There are always ceremonies when the days lengthen and shorten. It’s our way of marking the year. It’s not as if we follow any religious calendar.”

  “Oh, I see.”

  We walked back through several windowless corridors. I was well aware of the tension coming from George, Lloyd and Oscar, though Rhys seemed pretty relaxed, which tended to be his usual state.

  “George. Lloyd.”

  I stopped and turned, as did the others, at the sound of a deep voice.

  At the top of a steep bank of stone steps stood two men and a woman.

  “It’s been a while.” The man who’d spoken had hair similar to Lloyd’s—super short and blond— and he was grinning broadly.

  “Hey, Ryle.” Lloyd held out his hand. “How’s things?”

  “Good. Just back from a trip abroad.”

  “Did you have fun?” Oscar asked.

  “To a certain degree. It’s a very long story,” the other man said, his voice upper class, his vowels rounded. “We’ll tell you sometime.”

  If Ryle reminded me of Lloyd, this guy bore a resemblance to George; his smart but outdated clothes at least.

  “You met Bea?” Ryle asked, slipping his arm around the woman between them.

  “Haven’t had the pleasure.” George nodded. “Pleased to meet you, Bea.”

  “And you.” She smiled, her pretty face lighting up. Even in the shadows of the chamber we stood in, I could see her cheeks were rosy and her eyes sparkled. She also had two sets of small bite marks on her neck.

  “Young Rhys has a mate,” Lloyd said. “Aimery, Ryle, meet Darius.”

  Both men set their attention on me. The taller, older looking one, Aimery, swiped his tongue over his bottom lip. “Welcome to The Order, Darius. We’re always happy to have human mates join us.”

  “Do you have family?” Ryle asked me.

  I was surprised by his question. “A mother, that’s all.”

  “Ryle,” Oscar snapped, his deep voice rattling around the high ceilings. “Is that necessary?”

  Ryle held up his palms. “Keep your hair on. I was only asking.” He nodded at Rhys. “Congrats, have fun in the dungeon, we just have.” He set a kiss on the side of Bea’s head. “Come on, let’s go and get you some tea.”

  “Mmm.” She smiled up at him as she linked her hand with Aimery’s. “That sounds good.”

  They wandered away, toward an archway leading to yet another corridor.

  “I bet she’s Bombay,” Lloyd whispered.

  “You can’t presume that,” Rhys said with a frown.

  “I can.” Lloyd huffed. “And I bet I’m right.”

  “Yeah, you probably are,” Oscar said quietly, “the last time Aimery and Ryle both claimed the same female human, she was Bombay, and they kept her to themselves for the span of her life.”

  “If that’s the case,” George said, “good luck to them. Protecting Bea will be a full time job.” He pointed at the steps leading downward. “It sounds like there’s a lot going on in the dungeon.”

  “Is there?” Rhys tugged me a little nearer. “We should go down then. Get started.”

  “What…what exactly is it?” I asked, eyeing a set of large oak doors at the base of the steps. “The dungeon, that is.” From behind it I could make out faint sounds; cracks, cries, gasps and groans.

  “It’s a place of pleasure,” Rhys said, his breath breezing on my cheek as he moved close. “A place where vampires and their mates indulge in a feast of carnal desires.”

  “Don’t worry,” George said, “even if what you see appears kinky, or sadistic, everything is consensual.”

  “Sadistic?”

  “Yeah, you’ll understand in a minute.” Rhys urged me down the steps then pulled open the doors. “You’re with me, only me, remember.” He set a light kiss on my cheek. “We belong to each other.”

  “Yes, I remember.” I smiled at him, enjoying the excitement in his eyes. He was clearly enjoying having me at his side and that made him all the more appealing—it was thrilling to be so wanted, so desired.

  As we stepped in I caught the scent of fresh sweat, log fires, and arousal.

  “We like to keep it warm down here for the humans,” Rhys said. “Because generally they’re naked.”

  I nodded, my attention drawn to a large bed in front of me. Several bodies writhed and thrust, groaning and gasping as they did so. The flicker of candlelight over their flesh showed me exactly what they were doing…fucking. A woman had two men inside of her, ass and pussy, another man had his cock at her mouth and she was sucking eagerly on it as they all moved to an erotic rhythm.

  “Bloody Hell,” I muttered, amazed at the scene. A shiver of desire went through me. I wished I was her and was being penetrated every way I could be. How would it feel? How hard would I come?

  “Group sex is fun, huh?” Rhys grinned then pointed to the left. “Look, there’s two guys.”

  I stepped with him as we moved deeper into the shadows. I was vaguely aware of Lloyd, George and Oscar behind us, but they’d allowed a distance to form.

  Before a fireplace alive with glowing embers stood a large table. Over it a man was bent double with his forehead resting on his folded arms. His cock was hard and tapping against his belly. His knees were locked straight and his pale ass offered up.

  Another wave of desire crashed through me, and fascination. What was going on?

  “Have you seen what’s on his ankles?” Rhys asked.

  My attention drifted lower. Fastened between his ankles was a thick black bar.

  “It’s a spreader,” Rhys said. “Keeps his legs apart so his lover can play.”

  “Play?”

  “Yeah, with silver. Watch.” He stepped behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, his cheek settled against mine and I was aware of his hard chest on my back.

  There was a sudden loud smacking sound. I jumped. The man bending over the table cried out and jerked forward.

  His lover, a guy in black leather trousers, bare chest and with two nipple piercings had just delivered a swift spank using a shiny bat. Within a second he did it again and after the strike he rested the bat against the buttocks of the recipient.

  A yelp was followed by a long, low moan which curled around u
s, mixing with the seductive atmosphere.

  “The bat is made of silver,” Rhys said. “The only substance on Earth that can truly cause a vampire pain.”

  “He’s a vampire, the one bent over?”

  “Yeah.” Rhys paused. “The other guy, with the piercings, is human.”

  “Really?” I stared as another set of swift spanks were delivered. Each one had pure male muscle behind it and the sound of flesh being whacked sung around the dungeon.

  The vampire, spread-eagled with his buttocks vulnerable, writhed and yelled. His cock seemed to surge upward and he went onto his toes, almost dancing on them as the silver bat hit.

  My buttocks tingled as I watched the pale skin take a beating. Sensual pain wasn’t something I’d experienced, but these guys were making it look seriously hot.

  “You’ve had enough for today, Gaspare,” his lover said, discarding the bat and smoothing his hands over the vampire’s buttocks. “It’s time.”

  What is it time for?

  The human dragged at the poppers on his leather pants, and pulled out his cock. Quickly he lubed up, then set the tip at the other man’s asshole.

  “Oh, jeez, is he going to…here?” I muttered. ”In front of everyone?”

  “Yeah,” Rhys said against my ear. “He’s going to fuck him, good and hard, sink his cock deep and make them both come and we’re all allowed to watch.”

  “Fucking Hell.” My belly tightened, and my dick swelled. Sure I’d watched porn, heck, I’d watched it with Rhys, but this was real, and personal, and up close.

  “His skin, although it’s not red, will be burning from the silver,” Rhys said, “His human mate will satisfy him well now that he’s so turned on.”

  The vampire cried out and raised his head as he was thrust into on a swift plunge.

  A few other spectators stood around, and I noticed a couple opposite exploring each other’s bodies as they watched.

  “It’s so…”

  “What?” Rhys asked against my ear. “It’s so what?”

  “Erotic,” I whispered.

  “Yes, yes it is. That’s what the dungeon is for. It makes us vampires feel so alive, so in tune with our humans. We don’t have any inhibitions, we just do what feels good.”

  I nodded and clasped my hands over Rhys’s. I was beginning to have space issues in my pants.

  What is wrong with me?

  I’d gone years with no sex, yet now it had started it was like a floodgate had opened. I wanted it again, I wanted more. With all of them, even Oscar who’d said I wasn’t ready for him. I wanted to be fucked by all of my men.

  Desire washed through my veins as I watched the two men fucking hard and fast, clearly oblivious to everyone watching. Satisfaction was their goal and their bodies were behaving as one as they thrust and bucked at a frantic pace, shoving the table legs over the hard floor.

  “I want you to do that to me,” Rhys whispered, his groin pressing against my ass.

  I swallowed. “With the silver bat?”

  “Maybe not the first time.” He kissed the shell of my ear, then nibbled on the lobe. “But I want that, me bent over, you fucking me as if nothing else exists.”

  “Me fucking you?” That surprised me. I’d presumed he’d want to put his cock in my ass.

  “Yeah, I like to bottom. It’s the way I am.” He paused. “Can you give me that?”

  “Er, yeah, I reckon.” A new fizz of excitement besieged me. Bend Rhys over and take him…like that.

  Hell yeah.

  “I’m going to bite you first,” Rhys said, “while we watch. It will turn us both on even more.”

  Bite me.

  “And then,” he said, licking the small patch of skin behind my left ear, “we’ll go into the private room behind us and do what they’re doing. Exactly what they’re doing.”

  “Rhys.” I curled my toes in my shoes and clenched my buttocks.

  “Say yes,” he whispered. “We’ll have so much fun, and everyone seeing us go in there, together, will protect you. It’s what human and vampire mates do. No suspicion will be aroused.”

  “Yes. Yes. Okay.” I tilted my head, hoping the biting sensation would be the same as when Oscar had drunk from me—heady, euphoric, arousing.

  Rhys kissed down my neck, then his mouth landed over my jugular.

  I tensed, nerves getting the better of me.

  A vampire is about to feed on me.

  A rush of pleasure accompanied the heated nip of his fangs.

  I stared unblinking at the fucking men.

  Excitement grew with each gentle tug of his mouth. My cock surged and my heart rate sped up. I gasped and leaned back against him. “Rhys. Oh, fuck…I need you.”

  He didn’t reply, just continued to drink.

  Heat grew inside me, my mouth dried and my balls tightened.

  Pleasure grew, but it was a pleasure that would need to reach a climax and find release. It couldn’t be contained.

  As the men in front of me reached a noisy, almost violent orgasm, Rhys pulled up and placed his fingertips over the small puncture wounds I knew would be on my neck.

  I was high on bliss, yet desperation flooded my veins. I couldn’t even find the words to articulate what I wanted.

  “This way,” Rhys said with urgency in his voice. “Come on.”

  He half pulled, half dragged me to a darkened room on our left.

  Oscar stood at the doorway, in the shadows, with his arms folded and his expression stern.

  Rhys slipped past him, tugging me along in his wake, then shut the door, giving us privacy. “Come here,” he said, pulling me close. “Fuck, I love you. Everything about you. I really fucking love you.”

  His mouth hit down on mine, giving me an intense kiss that tasted slightly metallic.

  I tangled my tongue with his, and tore at his t-shirt, wanting it off. I was in love with him too. There was no point denying it or trying to hide it.

  He did the same to my t-shirt and our mouths broke apart as we stripped off our clothes.

  For a moment we paused.

  Candles on wooden pillars were set beside the gray stone walls, their flames sending a gentle light flickering over Rhys’s torso. He was such a beautiful man, with defined muscles and a delectable trail of hair running from his navel to his waistband.

  I watched, mesmerized, as he toed off his shoes then quickly removed his pants and underwear.

  When he stood before me naked, pre-cum seeped from my cock tip.

  This man is mine.

  I need to claim him.

  In the center of the room stood a black leather bench. It appeared soft and just the right height for me to bend Rhys over.

  “Yes,” he said, as though reading my thoughts. “That’s what it’s for.”

  “So do it.” I began to undo my pants, enjoying the new confidence running through me. “Show me your ass.”

  He grinned. “Yes, sir.”

  I groaned. I didn’t know where the sound had come from, but him calling me sir had hit a chord inside me I hadn’t even known was there.

  He smiled, a cute as fuck, sexy smirk that had me shoving my pants and boxers off completely and stepping out of them. Had he known that would turn me on?

  “Do you want me like this?” he asked, tipping over the bench so his ass was offered to me, the way the vampire’s butt in the outer dungeon had been presented to his mate.

  “Legs apart.” I tapped my toes on each of his ankles. “Wider.”

  He did as I’d instructed, and I traced my finger down the cool, smooth cleft of his buttocks.

  He trembled, the shiver going up his spine and his shoulders quivering. “I want you so bad, Darius,” he said breathily.

  “You’re going to get me.” I spotted a bottle of oil to my left and reached for it. After pouring some on the tip of my finger, I found his asshole and stroked over it.

  He groaned and gripped the bench. “Please, I don’t need slow. Ohhh…”

  I’d pu
shed two fingers into him. The sensation of his tight ring of muscle and the soft chilliness inside him had a fresh rush of blood surging to my cock.

  “Yes, yes,” he hissed. “More.”

  With my free hand I gripped my shaft, lubing it up with some of the oil. I needed to sink deep. It was the only thing that could happen next. I was almost frantic with lust and only just controlling myself. I needed to know what fucking Rhys would feel like. I wanted it so bad.

  “Darius,” he groaned, arching his back. “Do it.”

  “It’s here.” I scissored my fingers, stretching him further.

  “Oh, fuck.” He went onto his toes. “I’m gonna come too soon.”

  “No, you’re not.” I slid out, and replaced my fingers with my cock. “It’s here, and it’s all for you.”

  “Yes, fuck me. Fuck me now. Hard.” He was squirming before me, his fingers gripping and ungripping the bench and his hair stroking the nape of his neck as he tilted his head up.

  I pressed one hand on his left buttock, pushing it outward so I had a good visual, and with my other I grabbed his right hip. I knew he was strong, seriously strong, but right now he was allowing me to own him, control him, and that was a heady, thrilling knowledge in itself.

  I pushed my cock forward. I was so damn hard, and his asshole opened eagerly around the tip. I kept on going, his band of muscle sliding down the length of me like a dense stroke as I penetrated deeper.

  He was quiet and still as if holding his breath and lost to sensation.

  Finally I reached the hilt. I’d sunk into him all I could. Our balls pressed together, and his butt hit my lower abdomen.

  I blew out a breath and gripped his left hip so I was holding both of them. I’d never felt anything like it. To be inside another being, to have him beneath me, needing me. It was powerful but also came with great responsibility.

  “Take me,” he said, twisting slightly, “please, now.”

  “Okay. Hold on tighter.”

  I watched him grip the bench, then I drew back, groaning at the sensation of his asshole around my cock. When I was almost out I paused, then plunged in fast.

  He cried out, a bliss-soaked noise that went straight to my heart.