His Vampire Harem_Harem Paranormal Romance [Gay]

by Lily Harlem

“Rhys!” I withdrew almost out again. “Are you…okay?”

  “More. I can take it, all of it.” He moaned, rested his forehead on the bench and arched his back. “Take no notice of my cries, I love it.”

  “In that case…” An image of the vampires and humans fucking in the dungeon came to me. I set up the same frenetic, animalistic pace. Driving in and out of him, relishing the tightness of his ass on my cock. So much better than my own hand, which was all I’d had for so long.

  I was breathing fast, panting. Rhys was bucking backward onto me, impaling himself on my cock each time I forged into him. I was lost to it. Lost to him. He was all I could think of. The pressure was building. Growing too big and fast. My balls shrunk into me. I clenched my ass. Cum was bubbling inside of me. I needed to release it or I’d go insane.

  “I’m coming,” I said, as an inferno streaked down my arms to my hands. “Fuck, come with me.”

  “Yes, yes, I am…oh, Darius.” He’d yelled my name and it had turned into a strangled cry.

  I unloaded my pleasure into him, my belly tense, and my breath held. It was a blissful, almost painful release, it was so powerful. On and on my orgasm rolled through me, my cock pulsing in his ass. Sparks shot from my fingers, bouncing off his skin and the bench, and onto the stone floor before fizzling out.

  Rhys finally stilled, dropping his forehead to the bench.

  I remained deep inside him, dragged in a breath, then leaned forward so my chest was on his back.

  “Hey,” I managed, kissing the base of his neck. “You okay?”

  “How could I not be?” he said, his breaths ragged. “The man I’m in love with just fucked the Hell out of me.”

  I laughed, a sudden burst of noise. His choice of words had amused me.

  “You sure you’ve never done that before?” he asked.

  “No.” I kissed below his ear. “And for the record, I’m glad my first time was with you.”

  “Me too.” He sighed. “You can do that all night if you want.”

  “The fucking or kissing your neck?”

  He chuckled. “Both.”

  “I’d love to, but—”

  “You have the small matter of saving our souls, I know.”

  “And I think that takes priority…for now.” I gave his skin a nip, enjoying it between my teeth.

  He groaned and squeezed my softening cock with his asshole. “But we can have another five minutes like this…right?”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Lloyd

  I’d found a spot by the door, in the shadows, that was perfect for observing who was coming and going from the dungeon. I’d seen it busier, but still, there was quite a lot of sexual activity going on, and spectators.

  Glancing at the room Rhys and Darius had gone into, I couldn’t help a shard of longing. Not that I begrudged Rhys his time with our cambion. I would have simply enjoyed being the vampire he was mated to in the eyes of The Order.

  Right now I could imagine what they were up to. Rhys only ever bottomed, so he’d be offering his ass to Darius to sample. And I had no doubts our sexy savior would be thoroughly enjoying every ride into that ass. He might be inexperienced, but the guy had enough sexual energy to rival any lightning bolt. I had a feeling now we’d introduced him to the pleasure his body could give and receive, he’d be making up for lost time.

  For a moment I watched a human male enjoying his female vampire’s pussy, feasting on it as though her taste was a drug he craved. Then I spotted the door to Darius’s and Rhys’s room open.

  Oscar, who’d been standing outside, unfolded his arms. His expression didn’t change as he followed them toward me.

  Rhys appeared relaxed and wore a wide grin.

  Darius was holding his hand,. His cheeks were flushed with his beautiful blood and he had a swagger to his walk, as though pleased with himself.

  I couldn’t hide a smile—he was damn cute when he’d just come.

  “Hey,” Rhys said, as he walked past me. “All good out here?”

  “You turned a few heads, as we’d hoped.” I nodded at the large oak doorway. “Come on, time to go.”

  Heading up the stone steps, I was aware of George falling into place behind us. I led the way through the corridors to the reception area.

  Samree was still at the desk, filing her nails. “Hey, guys.” She cast an eye over us all. “Did it go well with Master Concorde? Was he pleased with your offer of the Siberian property?”

  “Very,” George said.

  “Enjoy the equinox celebrations,” I added, keen to change the subject.

  She huffed. “I’d enjoy them more, Lloyd, if it were the autumn equinox. Spring and summer really don’t agree with my skin.”

  “Mine neither,” I said.

  Oscar paused and wrote in the guestbook, signing Darius out.

  “Have fun,” Samree directed at Rhys. “With your new mate.”

  “News from the dungeon travels fast,” I muttered to George.

  “Yeah, let’s get out of here,” he replied.

  We stepped into the daylight and I pulled up my hoody, pausing then to wait as Oscar and Rhys donned their shades and George tipped his cap lower, casting a shadow over his eyes.

  “Where are we going now?” Darius asked.

  “I was thinking we should get back to the Tower,” I said, glancing at George. “What do you think?”

  “Yes, good idea.” He nodded.

  “Let’s get inside this time,” Oscar said. “Take a look around.”

  I stepped up to Darius and touched the back of my knuckles to his cheek. “Is that okay with you?” I studied his eyes. The last thing I wanted was him to be scared or concerned with the plan. But instinct was telling me that was where we needed to be. If the key to Master Concorde’s salvation was in a temple in Kathmandu, then it was reasonable to think ours could be in an ancient building in London.

  “Of course.” He smiled at me, his gorgeous eyes flashing with emotion and determination. “We need to do this, and the sooner, the better.” He looked over my shoulder at George and Oscar. “I can’t imagine not being with you, any of you. I want to know it’s always going to be that way.”

  I leaned forward and swiped my lips over his. “We’ve got a few hurdles yet, but we’ll make it happen.”

  “Lloyd,” Rhys said sharply. “For crying out loud, anyone could see.”

  “Shit, sorry.” I glanced around. Luckily there was no one about.

  “He’s supposed to be only mine.” Rhys stood closer to Darius, pressing their upper arms together.

  “Yeah, I know.” I frowned. “But he isn’t, not really.”

  “He has to be here.”

  “To protect him,” I said. “Though keep in mind, Rhys, we’re sharing, that was always the plan and—”

  “Hey,” Darius said. “There’s enough of me to go around…as long as you don’t get too thirsty.”

  He smiled and my frustration evaporated. This man was more than enough for us. He was everything we’d ever wanted.

  Everything I’ve ever wanted.

  “Come on.” Oscar glanced at the sky. “I don’t want to be out in the midday sun if we don’t have to be.”

  Half an hour later we were walking into the grounds of the Tower of London like a group of regular tourists.

  Except we weren’t.

  On the highest ramparts, visitors strolled around, taking shots of the bridge, the river and the skyline. On the neat lawn ravens pecked, and a family had stopped for a rest and to enjoy the fine weather.

  I took the lead and directed us through an archway, dodging humans of all nationalities as we went. What I really wanted to do was get into the bowels of the place. Find out where Master Benedict might have been kept before his unsavory end.

  “Why are there statues of animals?” Darius asked, pointing at a pair of metal monkeys sitting on a wall.

  “Exotic animals were a status symbol,” George said. “Over the years many were given to royalty and t
hey were housed here. Apparently a polar bear used to fish in the Thames.”

  “No way.” Rhys laughed.

  “Yes way.” George smiled.

  We passed a sign for the Jewel House, a crowd easing by it.

  “Popular in there, isn’t it?” Oscar said, his deep voice quiet. He always tried to play it cool in crowds. His size and brooding demeanor brought enough attention without adding a booming voice to it.

  “The Crown Jewels,” George said. “Under armed guard.”

  “Wouldn’t stop us if we wanted them,” Rhys said with a chuckle.

  “And steal from Queen Elizabeth the Second, who allows The Order to reside in her commonwealth.” George raised his eyebrows at him. “That wouldn’t do us any favors.”

  “I know.” Rhys threw a wink at Darius. “Just want our guy here to know we’ll get anything his heart desires.”

  “I don’t think a crown would suit me.” Darius smiled, then swung his gaze to the left. “What’s down there, do you think?”

  I followed his line of sight. “Let’s go and see.”

  The crowds thinned and our footsteps on the cobbled pathway became audible. The high stone walls loomed all around us and we went through yet another archway, its heavy iron portcullis peeking from the innards as if waiting to drop.

  I glanced at the patch of sky above us. The place had a strange, creepy atmosphere. For a moment I wondered if that was something to do with the demon heading our way again, but the blue above me, and the stillness of a pile of lilac blossom in the corner was reassuring.

  “What is this place?” Rhys asked, looking upward at the high walls and small windows.

  “Torture Tower,” George said.

  “How’d you know so much?” Rhys frowned.

  George chuckled and pointed to a sign.

  Torture at the Tower.

  “Ah, okay.” Rhys bumped Darius’s shoulder with his as Darius giggled.

  “I feel sorry for old Master Benedict being stuck here,” Oscar said. “There’s no way out, not if silver is involved.”

  “Why silver?” Darius asked.

  “I told you it causes pain,” Rhys said. “Often good, erotic, fun pain. But in the past, humans have used it—”

  “And shifters,” I added.

  “Yeah, you’re right, Lloyd, and shifters,” Rhys went on. “To contain and control us. They know we can’t fight it. It’s as though it saps our strength as well as causing us a great deal of pain.”

  Darius nodded. “So do you think they knew Benedict was a vampire?”

  “I think we can presume so,” George said. “It’s why he was killed the way he was.”

  Darius was quiet, then, “So where do you think the cells are, where he might have been kept?”

  I came to a halt. The others stopped around me. There were members of staff dotted about who clearly would only allow access to certain places.

  George pulled out his iPhone and tapped the screen. “Let’s go this way.”

  I fell into line behind him, Darius and Rhys at my side, Oscar behind us.

  Rounding a corner, out of the sunlight and into the shade, it became clear we were alone and away from the masses.

  George stopped by a small oak door with wrought iron furniture, the hinges shaped like spears.

  The moment he bunched his shoulder and gritted his teeth, I knew we were going through it.

  He shoved at it, one hard blow ripping it from its hinges. The old wood and metal had been there for centuries, keeping the innards of the tower secure from intruders, but it hadn’t stood a chance against a determined vampire.

  “Quick,” he directed at Darius, “get in.”

  Darius rushed forward, and I couldn’t help admire his bravery and his absolute commitment to helping us.

  I love him so much.

  Quickly, I went in after him. There was no way we could let him out of our sights in here. We were trespassing now, and the Tower of London didn’t have a reputation for being lenient on offenders.

  “This way.” George nodded to the left. “I can’t hear anyone down there, but hurry.”

  I set my palm in the small of Darius’s back. “Don’t be nervous,” I said. “We’re here with you.”

  “I know, Lloyd, thank you.”

  We took a left through the shadows. It was musty and damp, definitely not a place the public were generally allowed.

  We passed a heavy metal door, then the floor dipped as though the stone underfoot had been worn down by boot-fall over the centuries. Around another corner stood a row of barred cells.

  I came to a halt, Darius on one side of me, Oscar on the other.

  “Wow, look at this.” Rhys stepped up to one and held the bars. “Pretty grim, huh.”

  “Yeah,” I said. The cell nearest me had mold growing up the damp wall. There was no natural light, and a hole in the floor was releasing a nasty stench.

  “I know modern prisons aren’t great,” Darius said. “But they’re better than this.”

  “Not that some people deserve it,” Oscar muttered.

  I looked at the corridor behind us. If Master Benedict had been kept in this section of the tower it wouldn’t have been one of these cells. They couldn’t have held a vampire. Iron bars were no obstacle. He’d have had no difficulty escaping.

  “There must be more cells,” George said.

  I guessed his train of thought was going down the same route as mine.

  “What’s this?” Darius stepped forward. “There’s a cell at the end, it looks different.”

  I followed him.

  He was right. The cell at the end, much smaller than the others, was different. It had sunlight pouring into it from a mossy grate, and different color bars.

  Darius gripped them and peered in. “It’s tiny.”

  I did the same, my shoulder brushing his. But the moment I did I knew it had been a mistake. I yelped as burning pain shot from my palms, up my arms, and across my shoulders. My skull seemed to squeeze my brain and my chest crushed in on itself. I struggled to stay standing as I released the bars and staggered backward.

  Oscar caught me. “What’s up?”

  “Fuck!” I rubbed my hands together. “Those bars are made of silver.”

  “They are?” George bent to study them. “Damn, that’s clever.” He straightened and turned to me with a grin. “It also tells us this was the cell reserved for vampires, or suspected vampires.”

  “Bloody Hell,” Darius said. “I wonder if it’s open.”

  He gave the door a tug, and I was grateful for his immunity to silver. It didn’t move. He yanked it again, his t-shirt straining over his shoulders. This time the metal let out a creak and the base of the door scraped over the gritty floor until the gap was three feet wide.

  “Cool,” Rhys said, slipping through it.

  “Yeah, thanks, babe.” Oscar squeezed Darius’s shoulder as he walked past.

  “I hope we find something.” George turned to me.

  “Me too.” I knew what he was saying. If we didn’t, we were all out of places to look. This was the only thing that made sense, and it did seem as if Master Benedict had led us here.

  I stepped in behind Darius, hoping George was keeping his keen ears alert to anyone approaching.

  Oscar and Rhys were peering at the walls. They were easy to see owing to the light coming in. This had no doubt been designed to cause maximum discomfort to the vampire prisoner who hated sunshine.

  I slid my fingers over the gritty stonework. The old surfaces were gnarly and dented. I suppressed a shudder as I imagined the awful experience my fellow vampires must have endured in this small cell.

  “Hey, what’s this?” Rhys said. “Come and see.”

  “What is it?” I rushed to him, as did the others.

  “There’s something scratched into the stone.”

  I peered closer. He was right. The markings on this stone, at eye level, were different to the random dinks and imperfections of the others.r />
  “It’s a circle,” Darius said, stating the obvious and running the tip of his finger over it. “But for some reason it’s been halved. This side is deeper than the other, as if it’s been scratched at.”

  “Darker too,” Oscar said, glancing at the light streaming in. “It’s in the shade at the moment.”

  I nibbled on my bottom lip and rested my hand on Darius’s shoulder. I was sure this was an important find. I didn’t know why, perhaps it was instinct or a connection to the ancient vampire I, like my fellow vampires, revered so much. It was his wisdom and teachings that helped us function in a world of humans.

  “And below it are four more smaller circles, but they’re not hollowed out.”

  “No, they’re like rings,” George said.

  “Do you think this is a sign from Master Benedict?” Oscar asked.

  “We know he was incarcerated here,” I said. “And this is clearly the only cell which could hold a vampire.”

  “In this section,” Oscar said.

  “Do you think they’d have gone to the trouble to make two cells with silver bars?” George asked. “All that silver must have been expensive.”

  Oscar shrugged and resumed studying the stone.

  “What’s this?” I pointed to another notched out shape to the left of the circles. It was two parallel vertical lines with another over the top, like a doorway with the lintel over-hanging.

  George pulled out his iPhone. “I’ll take a photograph. We need to get going.”

  “We do?” Darius asked.

  “Yes.” He snapped a shot. “Someone is coming.”

  “Fuck, quick.” I reached for Darius’s hand. “You can’t be here. We need to go.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Darius

  We exited the Tower of London and onto the street without capturing the attention of any members of staff. I was glad to be out of the gloomy dungeon, but my stomach was rumbling.

  “Now where?” Rhys asked. “Back to the apartment to think this through?”

  “Or to The Order to see Master Concorde again,” Lloyd said. “Perhaps he’ll be able to help with those images and what they mean.”

  “No,” George said. “Let’s try to figure it out ourselves first, before we ask him or go back to The Order.”