Inferno

by Bianca D'Arc

  So far, he hadn’t steered her wrong. She wanted more than just Heath’s finger in her pussy. She wanted his cock and his come. And she wanted it now.

  Whether it was Duncan’s magic doing its thing to fire her senses or Heath himself, she had no idea and at this point, she really didn’t care. She was hornier than she’d ever been in her life, and she had a gorgeous vampire ready, willing and more than able to satisfy her.

  She turned and pushed Heath down onto the bed. He let her do it, smiling as he lowered himself to the soft mattress. She used just a tiny bit of her were strength to rip his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere as she growled and sniffed at his spicy, masculine scent. She’d never been able to let her wolf out to play during sex before and was a little appalled by her own actions, as if watching them from afar. But not appalled enough to stop.

  No, she wanted more and Heath didn’t seem to mind at all. She ran her hands over his muscular chest, pleasantly surprised by the rippling muscles of his abdomen. He was built solid, brawnier than she’d expected and just slightly taller than the other men, like a weightlifter with an eye for symmetry. He wasn’t too bulky anywhere, in fact, he was just right to her painfully aroused were senses.

  She licked over his pebbled nipple, nibbling on his pectoral muscle, and was gratified when he actually trembled for a moment. She worked her way over his well-defined abdomen, pausing to unbutton his trousers and pull the tab of the zipper with her teeth. She tore his tighty whities in her haste, but he didn’t seem to care.

  His aroused cock sprang into her hand, and she didn’t waste any time. She wanted a taste. She licked the head, loving the feel and salty taste of him, pausing to go down on him, taking him as far as she could for just a moment before slurping her way back. She left him wet and heaven knew she was wet too. She wanted that thick cock inside her.

  She tried to climb over him, but Duncan’s hands on her waist stopped her from mounting Heath completely.

  “Just a moment, lass. I need to be with you this time. It’s the best way to counter the dark magic.”

  She didn’t understand. She was past caring at that moment. Duncan’s magic touch had sent her into a nearly mindless frenzy of need, and she didn’t want to wait. Then Duncan touched between her legs with that amazing, magical hum in his fingers. She held her position on all fours, hovering over Heath, waiting to see what Duncan would do next.

  She didn’t have long to wait. She felt a drizzle of warm oil in the crack of her ass and the foreign sensation was oddly thrilling. The oil felt like it had been infused with the same magic Duncan’s touch had spread over her body. She wanted it inside her. She wanted him to rub it all over her bottom and do whatever he wanted. She was open to anything he might demand and totally uninhibited for the first time in her life.

  Soft growls issued from her throat as Duncan’s fingers spread the oil. He pushed inside her bottom, shocking and delighting her with a sensation she’d never anticipated. She didn’t question. She didn’t object. She was beyond all that, in a place she’d never been before. A mindless realm where the only thing that mattered was sexual gratification. The sooner the better.

  She whimpered when Duncan removed his fingers but strained toward him when he positioned himself between her legs, pressing into her ass with something much larger than his fingers. He was sticking his cock there and she nearly screamed, wanting his possession with a mindless intensity.

  He worked steadily, pushing in and then pulling out only to push in a little farther, working his cock into her with the help of the oil and a great deal of patience. She helped him as much as she could without quite knowing what to do. She worked on instinct, wanting his cock up her ass in a way she’d never really contemplated or imagined. All she knew was that at that moment, she wanted his possession with everything in her.

  When he was finally seated fully inside, he stilled. She cried out with the need for him to move. He slapped her ass, chastising her into submission. Her wolf whimpered at his mastery, subdued by an alpha male much bigger and stronger than she. It was the wolf bitch’s pleasure to submit, and it translated to forbidden pleasure for her human side as well.

  “Now, Heath,” Duncan instructed, pushing her downward, guiding her body with his strong hands as he maintained his place inside her. She lowered herself with his help, slowly, achingly, onto the widest cock she’d ever had.

  Thick, long and strong, Heathclif Dean was masterfully built. With Duncan in possession of her ass, she had to work to take Heath’s girth into her pussy. It was worth every sweaty effort. She hovered over him, using her wolf strength to lower herself onto him a little at a time.

  The sensations were like nothing she’d ever experienced. She’d never been taken in the ass and never had two at once. And never such well endowed partners either. They were a delight to her hungry were senses. Her beast side loved it. They filled her completely and made her want to beg for the fulfillment she sensed would come. If she was good.

  Both men were alpha males of their species, and both made her wolf want to submit. It was rare her inner wolf found any man worthy of her attention, but since meeting Dante and his friends, her wolf had been in a near constant state of heat.

  Megan needed this. She needed an orgasm almost as much as the vampires probably did, but it was just out of reach. She finally took all of Heath’s thick cock. She was filled completely.

  Well, maybe not. She looked up to find the silent Hugh staring at her, the flame in his eyes even hotter than it had been before.

  Then Duncan gave an imperceptible signal and the men began to move inside her. She moaned, unprepared for the increase in arousal that followed. She was lifted so high, she thought she might die if the men let her crash.

  Heath reared up and tried to bite her. Duncan held her out of his reach as his cock stretched and claimed her ass fully.

  “Now, Hugh,” Duncan instructed and Megan clenched around them when she saw Heath bite into Hugh’s wrist, a line of his rich, red blood slipping slowly around his wrist as Heath fed from his subordinate.

  The men stroked in counterpoint and soon she was panting, crying out on each successive thrust. She was noisier than she’d ever been, wilder and more needy too. Her mouth was open, her eyes closed, when Hugh’s free hand grasped the back of her head, guiding it downward onto his waiting cock.

  She took it greedily, beyond caring who fucked her mouth. She was sex incarnate at that moment, every orifice stuffed with cock, not caring who or how, just that she was filled and ready to come—and to bring them with her.

  She licked eagerly at the salty essence in her mouth, wrapping her tongue around the long shaft while Duncan orchestrated the movements of all three men. Duncan bore her down onto Heath while he pulsed hard, slamming her pussy with his big body. The violence of it made her want to scream, but the cock in her mouth pushed deep in demand.

  Only Duncan’s magic and her mindless frenzy kept her from gagging. Instead of fear or revulsion, she was drugged on Duncan’s sex magic. She found their harsh possession of her body more than arousing. It was something she needed with every fiber of her being. They pounded into her, using her as they wanted. It was no hardship in her current state of mind. She would have begged to be used if she could speak.

  The power was all theirs, yet she felt like the Lady Goddess, giving them the precious gift of her bounty. The moment was beautiful and she felt the magic of it drawing tight in her heart, her soul, the very center of her being and spinning outward to the men who possessed her body.

  She came hard, releasing all the power, bathing them in her feminine magic, augmented by Duncan’s direction. He took her power and focused it into a cleansing fire that swept over Heath, burning the toxin from his system and partially from her own at the same time.

  The mini supernova made them all come hard. The cock in her mouth exploded, sending its come down her throat in a satisfying wave. Heath’s cock spasmed in her pussy, filling her with a tide of warmth and Dunc
an filled her ass with his slippery tribute, soothing her sore muscles with his special magic.

  She flew to the stars, then drifted slowly back to Earth. She must have blacked out for a few minutes because she woke on the settee across the big room, Dante’s glittering gaze on her. The magic spell Duncan had woven was winding down, though tingling remnants of it still tickled her skin here and there.

  Her legs were splayed over the short arms of the wide lounger, her body dripping with other men’s come. Dante stalked over to her, standing above her with something that looked almost violent in his eyes. She felt no shame, only a return of nearly paralyzing arousal.

  “My turn,” he growled. He cleaned her with clipped motions using a cloth he’d gotten from somewhere. His touch was oddly gentle, if possessive in a harshly exciting way. When he’d wiped evidence of the other men away, he ripped his pants open and bent over her on the small couch-like piece of furniture.

  His big cock slid into her with no preliminaries and no resistance after what she’d just been through. Her arms went around him, holding him close. She didn’t like the fabric of his clothes between them but was so drugged from her earlier climax, she couldn’t summon the strength to push them away.

  Dante gave her a hard, fast fuck that brought her wolf to growling, biting, playful life inside. The wolf was happier with this harsh sex play than any she’d had before and it barked like crazy to get her attention. The wolf kept saying something but Megan was too drugged from the earlier encounter to really understand, and rising too rapidly toward another huge orgasm to care.

  Dante pounded into her, anger and jealousy clear in his expression as his head dipped and his fangs dropped. He was going to bite her. She knew he shouldn’t. She was too weak with completion and too distracted by the mounting climax to do anything about it.

  A second before he struck, Duncan was there, pulling on Dante’s shoulder.

  “No biting, my friend. She is still a danger.”

  Dante turned wild eyes on the half-fey warrior and cursed him, baring his fangs. Finally, after a momentary standoff, he sat back, moving away from the temptation of her neck. He stroked deeper in this position, his hard thrusts pushing her up the settee until she was wedged into the little crevice where the back of the small couch met the wide cushion. Dante thrust a few more times, his fingers tugging on her nipples hard enough to make her cry out but perfect enough to make her tremble as her climax began.

  It was a slow build this time that led to an amazing explosion of pleasure. She screamed when he came into her shaking body.

  She chanted his name as he groaned above her, coming hard and driving her still higher into the longest series of pleasure spasms she’d ever known.

  She blacked out again. The last thing she saw was Dante’s fiercely masculine look of conquest. He’d gotten what he wanted and staked his ownership, and she couldn’t argue with that one bit.

  When she woke, she was covered by a blanket, her legs and arms tucked under it as she reclined on the settee with a pillow from the bed cushioning her head. Someone had taken care of a few things. For one, they’d cleaned her up and tucked her in. She was sore but didn’t feel the telltale stickiness she’d expected. She hadn’t counted on that kind of caring treatment from a group of bloodletters, one of whom she’d poisoned. Then again, these men had shown her that chivalry wasn’t entirely dead. Even if it was undead.

  She chuckled at her own small pun. These men were the farthest thing from the monsters in the horror movies she’d ever seen. Who knew vampires could be such gentle and fierce lovers? Not all of it was magic induced. There’d been some serious technique in their possession that any woman would welcome. She felt languorous as she lifted her head to look around the room and get her bearings.

  Hugh was gone, and Heath was sitting up in the bed as Duncan checked him. The glow of Duncan’s magic was breathtaking and his smile brought one of relief to her face as well. Dante stood at the bedside, apparently waiting to hear the verdict. He was the first to see that she’d rejoined the land of the living.

  His gaze locked with hers. She couldn’t tell what he meant by that dark look. Her mind was still fuzzy and her body hummed with residual pleasure.

  “Is he all right?” Her voice was hoarse.

  All three men looked at her, but it was Duncan who spoke.

  “Much better. The poison is gone and any weakness that remains should be gone by the next rising. Your passion restored him and negated the effect of your tainted blood.”

  Megan blushed at the reminder. Now that her head was clearing, she started to feel embarrassed by what had gone before.

  “You’ll stay here for the day,” Heath said from the bed, his tone brooking no argument. Megan realized it must be close to dawn, so it was safer for Dante to stay here than make his way across town to his own place and face the danger of the sun. “Hugh can show you to a guest suite before he must retire.”

  As if waiting for just those words, Hugh reappeared in the doorway, holding a woman’s silk robe. He delivered it to Megan with a respectful bow of his head.

  She slipped into it gratefully, though the thin material did little to hide the lines of her body or the sharp nipples poking at the cool fabric. These men had seen all she had and tasted it too. Just because she’d been under Duncan’s spell at the time, she couldn’t blame them for the necessary familiarity they now had with her body.

  It was a good body. A half-were body. And weres were invariably well formed and attractive. It was a blessing of the genes. When they shifted, they ran, exercising more than the average person to hone strong, fit bodies and sleek muscles that translated well when they shifted back to human form. She had nothing to be ashamed of and everything to be proud of. She just wasn’t used to flaunting herself in front of men who’d given her the best orgasms of her life.

  The situation was strange, to say the least. Oddly, she couldn’t work up any real outrage over it. Just a little embarrassment. And that was a small price to pay for saving a Master vampire’s life and your own in the process. Megan figured she’d gotten off easy. She’d nearly killed Heath and her punishment—if it could be called that—had been the best sex of her life. So far. She didn’t know what Heath had planned for her the next evening when he was back to full strength. She hoped he’d let her go free after the way she’d given over control of her body to save his life.

  He was a good man. He’d given her a hell of a climax, but she knew he’d enjoyed it too. A man didn’t come that hard without a lot of pleasure behind it. And after something like that, a man like Heath wouldn’t subject her to some arcane punishment for an act that had not been intentional on her part and totally out of her control.

  She followed Hugh from the room with Dante at her side. He hadn’t spoken to her, but she expected he’d have something to say once they were alone. Duncan stayed behind to see to Heath’s comfort.

  “The three of you will confine yourselves to this suite for the day,” Hugh said with great ceremony as he opened the door to a beautifully decorated suite of rooms on the second floor of the brownstone. There was a central sitting room with a couch and entertainment center, a small kitchenette that looked to be fully stocked and four other doors leading off from the main area. “The doors lead to bedrooms and a bathroom. You’ll find everything you need within and all is sun-proofed for your convenience, Dante. No exterior windows.”

  “Thank you,” Dante said to the other bloodletter. “This will be fine. I assume you’ll come for us tomorrow?”

  Hugh nodded gravely. “The Mistress will most likely see you after you talk to Heath.” Hugh’s blue gaze slipped to Megan, and he stepped closer to her. “Don’t worry,” he unbent enough to say. “You transgressed, but you also did all in your power to fix it. Heath is not an unreasonable man, and his daughter is fair-minded as well.”

  “Thank you,” she replied in a subdued voice.

  “No,” Hugh took her hand, surprising her even further as he brou
ght it to his lips for a gentle kiss. “Thank you for sharing yourself with me. Your psychic energy is unlike anything I have ever tasted before. I’m not surprised Heath bit you out of hand. He can be rather impulsive like that.” Hugh’s eyes sparkled as the first smile she’d ever seen on his face tilted the corners of his lips.

  He was a devastatingly handsome man when he smiled and the faint twang of an Australian accent made him too sexy to be believed. His brooding demeanor made her think he’d known tragedy in the past and her heart went out to him. Suddenly a little of her embarrassment faded. She’d helped this dour man enough so that he could conjure a small smile for her. That was something, at least. A little ray of hope for a man who otherwise was the picture of sadness.

  Hugh left without further discussion, leaving her alone with Dante. They hadn’t spoken since his tumultuous claiming after what had been the kinkiest sex act of her life. She hadn’t thought anything could top being stuffed with cock in every orifice, but Dante had taken her higher than even that amazing scene. He’d rocked her world off its axis, and it was still wobbling out of control.

  Chapter Six

  Dante busied himself at the small wine cooler in the kitchenette, pouring a large glass of burgundy for himself before turning to Megan.

  The moment of truth had arrived.

  She fidgeted, fingering the hem of her borrowed robe. Dante’s eyes raked her from head to foot, remnants of fire in his eyes reigniting to flame low in the background while he sipped his wine.

  “I’m sorry,” she began haltingly. She didn’t know what to say but felt responsibility for the night’s events settling squarely on her shoulders.

  “It’s near dawn.” Dante sighed heavily, moving into the sitting area with his glass of wine. “No doubt we’ll talk this over in minute detail tomorrow. For now, I should probably apologize for taking you like a barbarian. In all honesty, I don’t understand what came over me.”

  “It’s okay—” she began, but he forestalled her.