by Jo Carlisle
“Oh, a media room!” She ran a hand over the large theater recliner outfitted with surround sound and drink holders and then gestured at the big screen taking up the length of the wall. “Guess everyone needs a break from the kinky stuff, huh? Nothing like movie night, complete with popcorn.”
He snorted. “Baby, we show adult movies in here. Porn. See that bowl over there on the coffee table?”
She peered at the crystal bowl filled with colorfully wrapped discs on sticks. “Lollipops?”
“Look closer.” His beast chuckled in derision while he did his best to ignore the damned thing.
Walking over, she picked up a stick with a round, flat red circle on the end . . . and started laughing. “Condoms. I should’ve known.”
“For the humans.” Soren grinned. “One of the perks of being a vampire is not needing them. Come on. I have something even more interesting to show you.”
At the back of the media room was a door, and behind that a stairway descending to one of Soren’s favorite areas. The passage was dimly lit by gas sconces, enough that they could see where they were going, yet still maintaining the proper ambience of stepping into a darker world. Of course, being a vampire with superior vision, Soren could’ve made his way in the pitch-black if need be, but humans could not.
At the bottom, the hallway continued straight ahead for a short distance and came to an end at a closed door that was facing them. To their right was another door, and he opened it, ushering her inside a long, rectangular room that was completely dark. A group of comfortable sofas and a couple of recliners faced a window that took up one wall, clearly set up to view the scene in the room beyond.
“That’s a one-way mirror,” Harley observed in a hushed voice. A man and woman cuddling in the corner paid her and Soren no mind. Their attention was riveted on the scene in the room beyond.
“Yes. This is our voyeur’s salon. You can watch the goings-on or be watched, whatever is your desire.”
Soren noted that like the couple in the corner, Harley was focused on the threesome beyond the window. Two males had a woman sandwiched between them; one fucked her mouth while the other reamed her from behind. The trio was clearly having a raunchy good time, their heated arousal searing the air, both from their activity and the novelty of having an audience.
“Would you like to do that?” he murmured into her ear. “Allow two males to take you, make you scream, knowing we have a salon full of aroused people glued to the scene? Perhaps wishing they could join in?”
She let out a deep breath. “I-I’d like that.”
“Have you done threesomes before?”
“Well, with Valafar and Zenon . . .”
Her gaze found his, and from the heat in her eyes, he knew she had enjoyed it. A lot.
“Ah, we’ll invite Valafar to join us, then. At the club he expressed enthusiasm for visiting the resort—and checking up on you.” He took her hand and led her from the viewing salon and back up the stairs.
“Really? I thought he couldn’t wait to get rid of me.”
She still sounded a bit miffed about that, and he smiled. “I don’t think it was his desire to make you feel cast aside. I believe he had your best interests at heart, strange as it is to think that a demon would care for anyone’s well-being besides his own.”
“His entire clan is the same way. Sort of . . . progressive. No less lusty, but definitely not brutal like other demons I’ve observed and read about.”
“Yes, well, even the prince’s clan can be violent if need be. If push comes to shove, they’ll protect those they love same as anyone.”
“The prince? What prince?” She frowned in confusion as they reached the media room once more.
He paused, hoping he hadn’t betrayed a confidence. But Valafar hadn’t said he must keep his status as royalty a secret, just that he kept a low profile these days. “Prince Valafar, leader of the entire Southern Coalition of demons, not that he cares for the title of late. In the demon world, he’s Aldric’s equal in rank.”
“Holy shit,” she breathed, wide-eyed. “I had no idea. He’s dominant, but he doesn’t act all pompous about his position, not like you’d think a prince would.”
Soren shrugged. “Neither does my brother.” Beside him, she fell quiet and he studied her. “What is it?”
She shrugged. “When I mentioned Val being dominant, it made me think.”
“Of what?”
“How I loved it when he told me what to do,” she confessed, reddening a little. But she didn’t back down from the topic. “He exerted control over me but not in a hurtful way. It made me feel safe. And the same was true of the wolf shifter in St. Louis. How strange is that?”
“There’s nothing strange about a submissive enjoying giving that control over to another,” he said, his voice gone husky at the image she conjured. “Did you like what happened to you up on that stage in the club?”
“Yes,” she whispered, then cleared her throat. “I was embarrassed at first. Then Kai rubbed that cream on me and it lowered my inhibitions. But that’s not actually what sent me over the edge.”
“You really loved being a slave, deep down.” Saints, this woman was going to kill him. His groin got heavy and hot.
“I did. I liked not having a say, being displayed and used.” She shook her head. “How twisted is that?”
“It’s not,” he said, taking her hand. “Here with me, you can have whatever your heart desires. Whatever makes you happy sexually, I can make it a reality. All you have to do is tell me.”
“What if I wanted that again?”
“Being bound and fucked?”
“Yes. I want to be your captive,” she said, warming to the idea. “And for others to watch.”
“Give me a while and I can set it up—if you’ll trust me.” She shouldn’t, but he wanted to give her this. While he was still in charge of himself and could be with her. Guide her.
“I do. Let’s do it.” Her eyes lit with excitement.
He was helpless to deny her. “All right. Meet me here in an hour.”
In just under an hour, he’d arranged for a tantalizing show in the dining room with five participants, including himself and Harley. Quite a few of the resort’s guests were on their way to attend as the audience, to observe the devouring of the evening snack. He strode back to where Harley sat on a stuffed chair, waiting. She looked up expectantly at his approach.
“Come with me,” he ordered in a firm voice.
“What am I supposed to do?”
“Just do as you’re told. We’re going to the dining room, where some guests are waiting. Don’t disappoint me.”
“Yes, sir.”
He didn’t miss the shiver, the gleam in her eyes as she said it. His female wanted this, and he would deliver. Harley could barely contain her excitement as Soren ushered her into the big dining room. She wasn’t certain what he had in mind, and she eyed the crowd taking their seats around the long table. An assortment of fruits, dips, and cheeses graced the table, and some of the guests were availing themselves of the bounty. What sort of kink had he planned?
Then her gaze fell on the rack taking up quite a bit of space just beyond the head of the table. The rack was apparently the focal point of the room, and all chairs were turned so the guests could view the proceedings. A young, dark-haired man who worked in the kitchen and a woman she’d seen around and guessed to be a Chosen, plus another big male she’d never seen before, stood near the rack, awaiting Soren’s instructions. The vampire joined them.
“Come here,” Soren told her. She moved toward him and then stopped. “Undress.”
She complied, hands trembling. She shook more with arousal than fear. The lust in Soren’s eyes magnified her own, and she couldn’t wait for what came next.
“To the rack,” he said. “You’re our afternoon snack—mine, Trisha’s, and Nikki’s—and one of our guests will participate while the rest watch.”
“Your what?” She gaped at him.
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br /> “You heard me. Do as I said.”
Quickly, she stripped, aware of the hungry attention focused on her. Legs weak, she backed up to the wooden contraption and raised her arms, spread her legs. Trisha and Nikki fastened her wrists, rendering her helpless and exposed. It felt so much more intimate than the club, which had been dimly lit, the faces in the crowd blurred. Not so here in this room, in close quarters. The shock of it was electric, and her nipples hardened to points.
“Good girl,” Soren crooned, thumbing one pert peak. His hand skimmed down her belly to her clit, rubbed the nub in full view of everyone, making it wet. “Isn’t she stunning? Look at her hot little cunt, ready to be sucked and fucked. She’ll submit, because she belongs to me.”
A couple of males at the table groaned, and hands began to touch partners, roaming.
His words were hypnotic, as was the sight of Trisha bringing forth a jar of familiar cream. Oh, I am done for. That wicked stuff would make her squirm, heighten her already simmering libido.
“Trisha, dearest, leave no area of our little slut unattended.”
“Yes, master.”
The Chosen began to spread the cream, and did her job well. She paid the most attention to Harley’s breasts, kneading, plucking her tender nipples. It felt so good, Harley arched her back into the delicate touch, seeking more. Then the slim hands found her pussy, smeared it over her slit. Dipped into her channel, teasing. Then sought and found her back passage, preparing her there, just in case.
By the time Trisha was finished, Harley was about to cry in frustration. Soren liked this, and used it to his advantage.
“I believe she’s ready,” he told the audience. “Watch as Nikki and my loyal Chosen show my new female the ropes.”
Trisha knelt in front, between her legs, as Nikki did the same behind her. Four soft hands skimmed the outsides of her thighs, a soothing motion. But nothing she’d ever experienced came close to being licked and sucked from both the front and back at the same time.
“Oh,” she moaned, straining in her bonds. “Fuck!”
“That’s what they’re going to do, baby. Feast and fuck. Give yourself to them.”
She had no other option. The knowledge of that was a powerful aphrodisiac, even more so than the honey-almond stuff on her skin. She was theirs to eat and fuck. Their treat.
And they did eat her, skillfully. Trisha’s nubile little tongue laved her clit and folds, while Nikki’s mouth suckled and licked her asshole. The dual sensations nearly sent her over the edge, but Soren wouldn’t allow that. Not yet.
“Nikki, you may fuck her from behind. Trisha, dove, let our vampire friend take your place.” He looked at Harley, eyes smoking with desire. “This is Roth, a friend of mine and a frequent guest. I trust him.”
Just like that, Harley trusted Soren’s judgment, even through the haze of lust. The handsome, dark-haired vampire wasted no time crouching at her feet and suckling her clit. The spirals of pleasure were becoming almost too much, and she didn’t want to come. Have to hold off a little longer.
When Nikki pressed his cock between her folds and pushed his impressive length deep, she nearly lost the battle. The young man wasn’t small everywhere, and was definitely no boy, despite the sweet, innocent face. He knew how to use his tool, and began plunging it mercilessly into her pussy until she began to whimper.
The skilled mouth eating her, the fucking! She couldn’t take it.
“Soren, it’s too much!”
“How do you address me?” He pressed close to her side, his lips by her ear.
“Master! Please, master, it’s too much!”
“Do you need to come?”
“Yes! I’m begging you!”
“Then come,” he purred. And sank his fangs into her neck.
She screamed her pleasure, coming all over Roth’s face as he licked and nuzzled her mound. When he sank his fangs into the soft, vulnerable flesh of her inner thigh and began to drink, she yelled again, the orgasm jerking her like a puppet. Out of control. Nikki buried himself deep and emptied his cum into her pussy, hugging tightly to her back.
Several audience members joined in the shouts of ecstasy and others applauded wildly. But all she cared about was the triple stimulation that she wanted to go on forever.
But it had to end, and when the vampires released her, sealing her wounds, she sagged in the bonds. Nikki kissed her shoulder and withdrew, as well, carefully. Someone—she wasn’t sure who—cleaned her with a warm cloth.
“You did wonderfully,” Soren praised, speaking for her ears only. “I’m so proud of you, baby. You are mine.”
“Yes,” was all she could manage. That and a weak, satisfied smile in return.
Soren was hers. No matter what some witchy ghoul hoped or had bargained for. He called to her as no other male ever had.
He was her mate. She opened her mouth to tell him so, but decided against it for now. She didn’t know how he’d react and didn’t want anything to spoil this blissful moment.
“Ah, I found you,” a voice called.
Soren inwardly cursed to see Leila enter the dining room and breeze toward them, derailing such a splendid moment. He turned and gestured for Trisha and Nikki to unbind Harley, and then quietly told her to get dressed.
“Thank you, old friend,” Roth said, clapping him on the shoulder. “Your generosity astounds me, as always.”
“Enjoy the rest of your stay. Perhaps we’ll catch up later.”
His friend left, and so did Nikki and the Chosen. They shot Leila a look of disgust behind her back before hurrying out. He couldn’t blame them. Harley continued to dress.
The corner of his mind not controlled by his beast was really starting to hate the sound of Leila’s voice, not to mention the sight of her. She wore a short black skirt and knee-high boots, and a sheer tank blouse that left little to the imagination.
Leila looked exactly like the witch he knew her to be.
At that uncharitable thought, he’d expected his unwanted alter ego to voice its displeasure with him, but it remained silent. In fact, most of the times he’d been with Harley, it had been subdued. Almost as if she eased its hold on him somehow.
Before he had time to consider that development, Leila took him by the arm. “If you’re done fooling around, I need you to come with me.”
Stepping away from her, he scowled and removed her hand. “I’m in the middle of something, as you can see,” he said, annoyed.
Her eyes never left his as she ignored Harley. “Looks like you’re done. Do I need to remind of your obligations to me?”
Bitch. “No,” he said stiffly. He turned to Harley, letting his frustration show. “I’m sorry about the interruption. I’ll see you later?”
“Sure.” Her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, and when she glanced at the witch, the death glare she sent the other woman’s way should’ve fried her on the spot.
He wished. “Have fun, then. And thank you for your gift,” he said, referring to the scene.
“No, thank you.”
After giving Harley a kiss on the cheek, he spun and followed Leila, cursing silently every step of the way.
They wound through the house and he tensed as he realized she’d brought him to a little-used wing. And if their direction was any indication, he had a sinking feeling she’d discovered the one area he hadn’t wanted her to find.
Sure enough, she led him into a private playroom used only by his brothers and close friends, and rarely at that. There wasn’t a more secluded room on the resort, and his gut churned as she closed and locked the door . . . and he also realized they weren’t alone. Blazing Hades.
Waiting for them was large male, ruggedly attractive, with long red hair. His scent hit Soren’s nose and he tensed. Wolf. Any unarmed vampire would come out on the losing end of a battle with one of them. But the shifter simply stood there, expression unreadable, waiting for instructions.
“Arron, make my mate comfortable in the web,” Leila instructed
, waving a hand.
Soren blinked at the contraption taking up one side of the room and struggled to keep the dread from showing on his face. Someone had been busy. “I don’t fucking think so,” he said, his tone cool.
“Oh, but I do. You are entirely too resistant to the necessary change taking place within you. We’re going to help you begin to accept your destiny.” Sidling close, she touched his cheek. “Sleep.”
“Wha—”
His brain whirled, and his legs buckled. Everything went black.
Conversation filtered through to him slowly. Not much of it made sense at first.
Are you certain he’s the one? a curious male voice intoned.
Yes, Arron.
I’m not so sure, Leila. His will is strong.
Are you questioning me, you stupid wolf?
Never that, my queen. Merely . . . cautious.
Soren struggled to understand. Queen? What the fuck?
He’s the last descendant of Azrael who possesses the strength necessary to survive the change. My last hope of overthrowing Aldric and Valafar.
Prince Valafar doesn’t give a damn about politics anymore, and Aldric would’ve worked with you if only—
Shut up, she hissed. I don’t need your opinions. I want action, damn you!
Fine, he soothed, though his tone was strained. On edge. He is beautiful, even for a vampire, which I suspect is testament to his superior lineage. May I?
With an effort, Soren opened his eyes.
Leila and the wolf were talking about him? Superior lineage? Descendant of who?
No, I want him awake during all phases of the transformation. It is the only way to ensure that the resistance within him is broken, vanquished, and the demon resurrected. You’ll soon take your delights—never fear.
Their voices faded, and he suspected that he’d been left alone.
Delights? Blazing hell, he had to wake up. His mind was clearing rapidly, but his body was heavy, lethargic, as though he’d been drugged.
