She saw Wayde’s face, heard three pops, and felt tears roll out of her eyes. And then Wayde was biting his wrist and holding it against her mouth, telling her to swallow his blood. At first, the coppery taste turned her stomach, but after a second it became more palatable and she drank.
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Alex had no idea what happened. He had his gun up, ready for anything, expect seeing Daphne get stabbed. She flung herself in between them and the Blessed Blade being wielded by Simon. Wayde’s arms came around her and down they went to the ground. And Alex didn’t hesitate. He fired. Once, twice, and a third time to make sure Simon stayed down. He didn’t move. Alex bent to check his pulse, but the sorcerer was dead. The third shot had gotten him between the eyes.
He turned back to Daphne and saw the blade.
“Do I remove it?” he asked frantically.
“No! She’ll bleed out. Let me give her some of my blood to stabilize her first.”
He bit his wrist, and once the blood had welled up, held it against her mouth.
“Drink,” he urged her and after a fleeing second she latched on. Once she’d taken a few deep drinks, Alex grabbed the blade and pulled it out of her chest. Blood bubbled up for a moment, but only until Wayde’s vampire blood mingled with hers and then the wound sealed shut.
She immediately opened her eyes.
“Wayde?” she gasped and grabbed hold of his shirt front. “He was behind the rogue vampire. He said he was trying to frame you.”
“He turned Seb?” Alex asked furiously. “Damn it. I wish I could bring him back to life so I could kill that bastard again.”
“It’s over,” Wayde murmured and kissed her forehead, cradling her close. “Why did you jump in front of me, Daphne? You could’ve died instantly!”
“I had to save you. Am I cured? My heart feels strong.”
He shook his head. “Temporary. The wound will come back as will your weak heart.”
“Then we need to hurry,” Alex said. “I have to call the Council in on this, but you’ve got to change her now.”
Wayde nodded and stared at her.
“Do you…will you…let me transform you?” he asked her.
“Yes,” she said immediately. “I feel so good. Healthy. I never want this feeling to go away.”
Alex pulled out his phone and placed the call to the Council. They were there within a minute and once he explained the situation they allowed him to go, agreeing to convene to the next night for a full disclosure. One sorcerer opened a portal to the hotel and they rushed through, anxious to finish making Daphne whole again.
Chapter Seventeen
“Are you sure, Daphne?”
She couldn’t believe he was asking her that, not when her heart was pumping steadily. Never, in her whole life, had she felt this strong. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed the corner of his lips.
“Yes,” she answered.
“Then just follow my lead,” Wayde said, just before he bent his head and crashed his lips against hers. He kissed her deeply, slipping his tongue into her mouth while he traced the contours of her face with his fingers. Daphne felt something deep inside explode with excitement. Finally, after a life time of wishing and wondering, she was going to be loved.
When he raised his head, she immediately turned toward Alex, meshing her fingers in his hair as she met his kiss with equal ferocity, a woman suddenly born with a need she never realized existed before. The ache inside intensified, grew, spreading throughout her whole body and making her hips gyrate against his.
Wayde’s fingers pulled at her shirt, all finesse gone. She helped him as much as possible without breaking apart her kiss to Alex, anxious to feel his hands on her breasts. As he found her nipples, tweaking them, she began to pull apart Alex’s shirt, popping a button free. His chest was smooth to the touch, muscular, and she delighted in the wicked sensation of being sandwiched between her two strong men.
Wayde kissed the back of her neck and rubbed his cheek against the sensitive skin, causing her to gasp. She had never realized how arousing her back could be. She watched through half closed eyes as Alex removed his clothing, admiring his lean body and smooth muscles.
Once he was naked, he took her in his arms, claiming her lips again. She distinctly heard the rustling of clothes and realized that Wayde was also disrobing, the clothes falling in a pile on the floor.
Then Wayde’s hands slid around her. His hands cupped her breasts, filling his palms with their slight weight and teasing the nipples. She thrust her chest out, wanting more, moaning as she broke the kiss to let her head fall back onto his chest.
Alex leaned over her, nipping and licking all the way down, until he fell to his knees in front of her, unsnapping her pants and pushing them down, exposing her inch by inch to his gaze. With one hand spreading her, Alex’s mouth descended. He licked his way up and down her slit, over and over, until she thought she would go out of her mind. Her juices flowed and he lapped them up like a cat licking cream. And then he found the spot that cried for attention, the little bundle of nerves hidden within its hood, and sucked that into the hot vortex of his mouth while he pressed his fingers inward. One finger bent, rubbing along the back wall of her pussy while he continued to suck on her clit.
White-hot fire roared through her as she went up in flames.
“She’s ready, Wayde,” Alex murmured, the lower half of his face shining with her cream. Wayde lifted her and laid her on the bed. Then he spread her legs wide and kissed her inner thighs, working his way up until he latched onto her pussy. Her body arched in pleasure as his tongue swept into her channel, licking up and down. He found her clit and rubbed it gently with circles and just when she thought it couldn’t feel any better, he withdrew his mouth. Before she had time to protest, his fangs sank into her thigh.
The pain was immediate, but it rumbled along with the pleasure he still stimulated from his touch. Endorphins raced through her blood and she arched her back, coming again, harder this time than the first. Sometime later, she opened her eyes and saw Wayde watching her. Alex was lazily stroking his cock next to her.
“Now it’s time for our joining,” Wayde told her.
She nodded, accepting what was coming. Wayde helped her up and pulled her one thigh across his legs so she was straddling him. His cock rested snuggly against her pussy and she felt a thrill deep inside, knowing he was going to make love to her now.
“This is going to hurt a little,” he told her. “But nothing as much as me drinking from your thigh. If you could handle that, this is going to be no problem. Okay?”
She nodded.
He guided her hips and eased her down onto him until his cock head rested against the opening to her pussy. Their eyes met and then he thrust up as he pushed her down, breaking through her hymen. Pain overshadowed everything for a moment, and Wayde held still as she adjusted to the new sensation of being filled and stretched. Alex encircled her from behind and cupped her breasts, his thumbs and first fingers rolling her nipples and pinching them to take her mind off the sharp pain between her thighs.
“Take a deep breath,” Wayde murmured. “It’ll fade.”
“It’s okay,” she assured him.
“Come on, deep breath. Relax your muscles. That’s it, just breathe. Think about what Alex is doing to do, how good he’s making you feel.”
Daphne did as he told her, little by little letting her body relax and accept the huge shaft that stretched her. The pain eased and carefully, Wayde pulled out, only to push back in again.
“Oh,” she moaned. All discomfort fled at the startling sensation taking place in her most intimate place. He filled her oh so deliciously, just like she’d always dreamed it would feel like. His cock stretched her, almost painfully, but she loved it. She’d never felt so full, so out of her mind with need. He twined their fingers together and then he began to push his hips upward just as she ground down. The friction spun her into the stratosphere, blowing her mind until all that mattered in t
he world was where they were joined together.
“Uh!” she cried.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No. More. Please, give me more.”
“Ride me, sweetheart.”
It was all the encouragement she needed. Daphne clamped her thighs around his and rode him hard, propelling herself up and down his cock, working their joined fever up until they were both straining, both sweating. She was half draped over his body, the tips of her breasts brushed against his chest as his arms locked around her. The friction between them, rubbing all her over sensitive places, was too much.
“Wayde! I’m going to come!” she cried.
“Yes!” he cried back.
Just as she splintered apart, he sank his fangs into her neck and began to drink deeply. This time it wasn’t just one or two sucks, no, this time he didn’t stop. He kept drinking and her orgasm kept riding on, until her heart began to slow down. This sensation she knew well. She was dying…again.
She couldn’t even find the strength to push him back and they were still intimately joined. And just when the world was dimming into a dark halo, she felt something shoved into her mouth and rich, flavorful liquid flowed over her tongue. She swallowed, not sure if she liked the coppery taste, but her body seemed to know what it wanted, so she latched onto the source of life and drank.
The world immediately came back into focus and she felt her hips moving again, against the cock still buried deep. Her eyes opened and she saw Wayde’s sea-blue gaze blazing with fire. She realized she was sucking on the vein at his wrist, drawing his own blood into her body, and she loved it.
He’d been right. Ambrosia.
And she was reborn.
A goddess. A siren. Carnal. Erotic. Passionate. All her hurt and pain were gone, in an instant. Her body was new, healed.
She was nearing completion, almost feeling full, so she dragged one more deep gulp and it was enough to send him over. Wayde surged up into her and came with a shout. His cum bathed her inside, marking her as his, but she wasn’t complete. No, there was someone she was missing.
She turned her head and saw Alex still lying beside them, watching them, stroking his cock. She could smell the pre-come leaking from his tip and rose off Wayde to virtually pounce on Alex. Yes, he was what she needed now. What she craved. His arms came around her and she felt something poking through her gums, slightly painful, and when she reached up to feel what it was, she discovered fangs.
“You’re beautiful,” Alex told her in a husky, passion laden voice.
“You have to drink our blood,” she told him.
“I know.”
She eased herself onto his hard cock and they both groaned at the fullness. Excitement gripped her stomach, her pussy practically grabbing and pulling him inside. He held her still for a moment, to allow her to adjust to his girth, before his hands moved her hips. Back and forth, very tenderly and slowly, until her passageway eased at his girth.
Needing to move, she rocked her hips. Alex made a moaning-hissing noise that she took as a good sign, so she rocked her hips again and leaned over to snip his earlobe which jump-started his hips to pump faster. In and out they hammered each other, and Daphne wasn’t sure if it was him out of control, or her. All she knew was how incredible it felt to be with him. His balls slapped against her ass as he moved her faster. She gripped her pussy walls around him so tightly, there was a sucking sound as he pulled in and out.
“Ah, Alex,” she breathed just as her climax hit, coursing through her body with exquisite pleasure. Instinct took over and she sank her fangs into his neck. His Fae blood was a red aphrodisiac that tasted slightly sweet and all man.
“Daphne,” he gasped just as his body surged against hers, shuddering with each spill inside her. After a moment, he relaxed back down and her fangs retracted from his body. She lay panting over him.
And then Wayde was next to them. He picked up Daphne’s wrist and using one of his clawed fingers, opened her vein.
“Drink, Alex,” he ordered. “My blood is mixed with hers. Take us both into your body and cement this marriage.”
Without hesitating, Alex grabbed her wrist and drank, keeping his gaze on both of them. Even after all they’d done, watching Alex join his life to her and Wayde was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen.
When he was done, she licked her wrist, sealing up the cut, and she couldn’t help but notice the blood had reinvigorated both men. Their cocks were hard and erect and she wanted them both. Her new life was beginning and nothing scared her.
Instincts and knowledge were floating through her mind and she knew they were from both men. She’d taken part of their life force inside her and it flipped a switch on what they could share together.
“I want you both to take me,” she said.
Wayde stared at her. “Are you sure?”
She nodded.
Wayde lay on the bed and he held out his hand to help her straddle him. She opened her eyes and locked gazes with his as she slowly lowered onto his cock. He began to move her hips, letting her find her center and ride him.
Behind her, one of Alex’s fingers slid through all the juices running down her thigh to lubricate her back entrance, prepping for penetration. First just one finger and then, when she relaxed, another eased into her rosette, eliciting a moan. Slowly another finger went in, widening her, and the burning thrust took her breath away.
“Oh!” she groaned. “It burns, but it also feels good.”
He started manipulating her body, adjusting her. He pushed her forward until she lay on Wayde, her breasts flattened by his chest. Alex moved into position behind her and his hands gripped her hips. As he slowly teased her rosette with the tip of his cock, Wayde reached between them to rub her clit. The burning returned and Daphne held her breath, waiting for the bite of pain to give way to pleasure. She had thought this might be awkward or too embarrassing, but this…this was amazing. Wayde pulled out of her a little to give Alex more room and pleasure and pain mingled together. A second later Alex’s cock popped through the tight ring to slide home.
Daphne gasped, loving the feeling of being totally consumed. This was beyond words. Beyond anything she had imagined.
Alex’s breath tickled the back of her neck as he held her hips still.
“That’s it, baby,” Alex said. “You’re so beautiful sandwiched between us.”
“She’s so tight, Alex,” Wayde said. “She’s gripping my dick like a clamp.”
Daphne moaned. “I can’t believe how much I love this. Oh, my God, please, move. Both of you, please take me.”
Wayde’s hips began to buck. It took a moment for Alex to find a rhythm that worked. She bounced between them, her hands resting on Wayde’s shoulders and her breasts pressed against his chest. Sweat rolled off their bodies, breaths mingled together. No words were spoken and they didn’t need them.
They moved in tandem, as one went in the other pulled out, learning how to work together quickly. They all were panting, moaning, and Daphne knew they were spiraling together. In and out, in and out, she wound tighter, tighter, tighter. Suddenly, the spring recoiled, flinging her off a precipice. Lights literally lit up behind her eyes as she cried out in abandonment.
“Not gonna last,” Alex muttered from behind her.
She felt him swell in her ass just before he groaned as he found his release. She could feel his cock pulsate as he poured his cum into her back tunnel. At the same time, Wayde began thrusting, his hands moved her up and down on him, his gaze locked with hers. The pressure started to build again, little by little, until he didn’t need to move her at all. His fangs sank into her neck and the slight pain sent her into absolute euphoria of a mind-blowing climax. The world tilted off its axis and she splintered into a thousand pieces. Dimly, she heard his shout as he followed her and felt his cock jerk as he spilled deep inside her.
She collapsed, felt his arms come around her panting body and hold for her a long moment. She stretched out on his chest
and Alex wrapped his arms around her from behind. They shifted until they all three lay on their sides, sated, and surrendered to the oblivion that beckoned.
Chapter Eighteen
Daphne abruptly awoke and knew something was different. She felt different. She felt…free. Then the previous night rushed into her memories and she gasped, sitting upright. On one side of her was Alex, snoring lightly. On the other side was Wayde, who lay cold and still.
Why wasn’t she sleeping the sunlight death? Wayde had told her she’d be unable to resist sleeping when the sun rose in the sky. So if he was out of it, why wasn’t she?
Scooting down the bed, she rose, her eyesight surprisingly accurate in the pitch blackness of the room.
She made her way to the door and laid her hand upon it. It was warm to the touch, as if the sun was heating it up on the other side. She withdrew her hand and waited there, trying to ignore the urge that wanted her to open the door. If she did that, she’d burn. Wouldn’t she?
Why did she have the yearning to see the sun?
Where were her survival instincts?
There was something wrong. Did Wayde fail to turn her? Was she still human? She reached out again, but this time she grabbed the door knob. Her hand shook a little but slowly, carefully, she opened the door and stepped out, quickly closing it behind her so the sun wouldn’t hurt Wayde.
She left the safety of the dimly lit hallway and walked into the living room. The curtain was thrown back and sunlight streamed in. Did this mean she wasn’t a vampire? But she had felt the change come over her last night. She had drunk from Alex.
“What are you doing?” Alex cried, rushing toward her. “Get away from the sunlight!”
He grabbed her around the waist, trying to pull her away, but she had strength now and she halted him.
“Alex,” she said. “I’m fine! Look. I’m not burning.”
He checked her over, and even spun her around to make sure she was, in fact, fine.
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