by Mara Lee
Ethenia swallowed. “It's Lothos. He doesn't want me.” Ethenia knew that she sounded pitiful, but she couldn't help it. Every time she thought of Lothos leaving, the pain worked its way around her heart.
“Bullshit,” Sophie spat out. Ethenia was shocked. It was so strange hearing this lovely, delicate young woman swear. “Lothos doesn't know what he wants, darling. For a strong and intelligent man, he sure can be stupid sometimes.” Sophie smiled when Ethenia chuckled. “Lothos has always been headstrong and impetuous. He has always yearned for, and has always sought out, knowledge. But he has never been content with the answers he finds. He always feels that there must be more. It is because of this that he still struggles, that he still feels unrest and unease in his soul. It is up to you to show him what he wants, what he needs, Ethenia.”
“But how?” Ethenia hated how her voice trembled.
Sophie grinned, revealing two rows of perfectly pearled teeth. She ran her hand slowly down Ethenia's soft hair. Sophie leaned in close, until her mouth was but an inch away from Ethenia's and said, “Like this.” Sophie planted her mouth firmly onto Ethenia's before she could utter a protest.
Sophie let her soft lips tease Ethenia's and felt the moment that Ethenia began to respond. Her lips relaxed and her mouth opened, just a bit. Sophie took her tongue and teased Ethenia's mouth. She let her tongue press for entrance and was delighted when the other young woman's mouth opened, eagerly. Sophie was lost in pleasure. Ethenia's mouth was heaven. She was hot and wet and all Sophie could think about was if this was how Ethenia's mouth felt, what would her pussy feel like? Sophie moved her hand down Ethenia's body and when she reached the other woman's pussy she didn't hesitate. She began to press and circle her hand in rhythmic movements against Ethenia's already aching mound.
Ethenia groaned into Sophie's mouth. Her heart was thudding wildly against her chest and her pussy was wet and wanting. The feel of Sophie's lips upon her was incredible. It was so unlike the hard press of Lothos's lips. Sophie's lips were soft, soft like satin and smooth to finish. Her tongue was a gliding path of pleasure and her small hands were instruments of divine torture.
Ethenia had never felt the pleasures that a woman could offer. Kieran had never allowed it. Kieran had never allowed Ethenia to be with, or even to see, other Pack members once he had taken her. He had told her that her lusts had to be reined in and that she had to be tamed. Kieran had taught her that his dominance was absolute and that his word was law. He was the only body she would know. When she had rebelled, he had beaten her. When she spoke up, he had tortured her. She had learned that strength came from surviving to fight another day.
“But you are strong, Ethenia, stronger than even you know.” Sophie closed her mouth over Ethenia's breast. She suckled Ethenia through the fabric of her blouse.
Ethenia's nipple went instantly hard. She thrust her breast against Sophie's questing mouth, silently demanding more. She felt her lust rising, her need beginning to climb. She wished that Lothos was here to fill her while Sophie continued to suck at her tits. She wished, oh God how she wished for Lothos.
“You needn't wish, darling,” Sophie murmured, lifting her head from Ethenia's straining breasts. She bit down gently on one taut nipple, “You only need to feel, your power will call to him. He will not be able to resist the scent.” With those words Sophie hitched Ethenia's long blouse up over her hips. She bunched the fabric in one hand while she sought out Ethenia's moist pussy with the other. When she reached Ethenia's mound she did not hesitate. She inserted two slim fingers into the wild Loopin and began to finger fuck her.
Sophie groaned. The wild Loopin was so hot. Her juices were thick and creamy and coating her fingers. Sophie felt the scalding heat of Ethenia's pussy and her body answered the call. Her breasts were tingling and her pussy was on fire. She wanted to bury her head between the Loopin's legs and lick the cream right out of her. Well, why the hell not?
Sophie spread Ethenia's thighs, dropped to her knees and drove her tongue deep into the Loopin's wet pussy. Oh God, she was delicious. Her sweet, tangy juices were rich and flowed over Sophie's tongue, dripping down her face. Sophie relished Ethenia's short, breathless pants and dipped further into her soft, sweet flesh. She rolled her tongue around Ethenia's clit and flicked it back and forth. The nub was hard as a pebble and fat as a pomegranate seed.
Ethenia strained and pushed against Sophie's questing mouth. She felt her muscles contract and her pussy pulse with each lap of Sophie's very talented tongue. Her breasts were heavy and her nipples rock hard. She couldn't stop the short screams or the breathless pants that she emitted. God, it was heaven. Or perhaps perdition.
* * * *
Lothos's eyes were wide and hot, his cock was unbearably hard. He stroked himself and tried to keep from rushing the two women where they stood, or in Sophie's case, knelt. He had been engaged in some serious staring-down when he had first caught the scent of fresh sex. The rich aroma of pussy floated over him and he had felt the instant hardening of his body. He had not waited for the vampire, but had rushed up the stairs and down the hall. When he came upon the open door he stopped, shocked. Why he was surprised he didn't know. Sophie, although not a Loopin, was a highly sexual woman. He should have known she wouldn't have been able to resist Ethenia's sweet form. Ethenia on the other hand, well he hadn't thought that she would be amiable to such advances. He was thrilled to be proven wrong.
Lothos walked into the room and came to stand behind his golden angel. He stood, without touching her for a long minute, his body content, for the moment to merely take in her beauty. He knew that Sophie had sensed his presence, even from her position between Ethenia's beautiful thighs. Ethenia gasped and arched back, it was too much for Lothos, his cock jumped and he pressed his naked chest against Ethenia's back. She screamed.
Ethenia was shocked when a hard, muscular chest pressed against her. She began to struggle, but two thick arms wrapped themselves around her front, keeping her in place. She groaned when Sophie sucked at her clit. Oh God, she could feel pressure building within her tightly coiled body.
Lothos quickly, deftly, pulled Ethenia's blouse over her head. He gasped when their naked bodies met. She was so hot she practically burned him on contact. Lothos knew that she was close. He could hear her heart, and feel the energy that radiated off of her skin. He dipped his hand between Ethenia's thighs, sidestepping Sophie's still voracious mouth, and coated his fingers with her cream. He pressed one juiced finger against the tight bud of her anus and slowly, gently, inserted the very tip of his finger into her ass. God she was tight. He couldn't wait to replace his finger with his cock. He heard Ethenia's moans grow louder and he felt her slowly relax her butt muscles. When she was relaxed he pushed deeper into her ass, loving the way her hole clenched his finger. His cock was so hard and full that he was going to cum without a hole to surround it.
Every nerve in Ethenia's body was screaming. She thrust herself against Sophie and then quickened the motions of her hips to meet Lothos's probing fingers. Oh yes, she knew it was Lothos that had her back. There was no mistaking that body, that intoxicating scent. She would have his scent tempting her forever.
Her pussy muscles jumped and throbbed and with the flick of Sophie's tongue against her clit and the feel of Lothos's thick finger in her ass, she came. She screamed, and shook, and let her juices flow openly over Sophie's mouth and face. Her legs would no longer hold her and she sagged weakly in Lothos's arms. Ethenia had never imagined herself with another woman and she had most certainly never imagined a threesome, but now, now she knew that she would have to repeat this scenario again, and soon.
* * * *
“I was going to bow out of this one, but I do not think that after that little display I can.” Xethre's voice was hoarse and full of need. He stood naked in the doorway, stroking his hard cock.
Sophie smiled at him. With a flick of her fingers she was naked, gloriously so. She licked her lips and beckoned him with a crook of her hand to com
e to her.
Xethre did not hesitate. He grabbed Sophie's thighs, pulled them open and up and drove his cock into her pussy with one sure thrust. Her hot, wet flesh closed around him instantly, sucking him in. They both groaned. Xethre bent down to take Sophie's mouth. He tasted the sweet and salty juices of the golden haired Ethenia still lingering, cooling on Sophie's lips and face. He lapped it up. One day, soon, he would have a taste from the source itself—or so he hoped. For now this would have to do. Xethre moaned when Sophie clenched her pussy muscles around his cock, hard. Goddammit, the woman knew how to fuck. He quickened his thrusts and their bodies slapped soundly against one another. When Sophie began to scream and her body began to quiver, Xethre knew it was time. He locked his teeth around the soft flesh of her neck and bit, piercing her skin and drinking deep of her spicy blood. The sweet copper filled his mouth to overflowing as her body took his cock and sucked it dry. He drank and fed as he pumped his seed into her shaking and pulsating warmth.
* * * *
Ethenia lay sound asleep and unaware of the fact that she was being spooned by three people. Lothos lay at her back, Sophie took her front and Xethre, now fed and sated, had Sophie's delightful front.
Lothos could not sleep. His thoughts were raging. There was a moment in the midst of their sex play that he had felt Ethenia's beast call to him. But that was not possible, was it? It was not possible for beasts to call to one another unless they were a mated pair. He had to be wrong. It had to be the lust that dulled his senses.
“You always were slow on the uptake,” Sophie said sleepily.
Lothos stiffened.
“Do you still not understand? Are you still fighting it?”
“I don't know what you're talking about, Sophie.”
Sophie sighed. Why did she deal with such difficult men? She felt her body hum and sing from her recent release and laughed lightly. Ah yes, that was why. “Lothos, my dear, dear old friend, have you not answered your own question? You asked why Ethenia's beast called to yours, is that not answer enough?”
Lothos shook his head.
“Why not you fool? Is she not your perfect match? Beautiful, wild, highly sexed and most importantly, vulnerable. Don't you get it, Lothos? Her need, her need for you calls to your spirit, and you my friend, you have needed her for so long. You have needed to be needed. Don't be a fool and turn away from this.”
Lothos swallowed. His throat was tight and his mouth was dry. He felt as if he had been eating cotton balls. Was it truly possible that Ethenia was his bond mate? How had he missed it when he had first found her? Wouldn't he have known then, if, of course, what Sophie was saying were true?
“You have always been too impetuous, Lothos. It is a great strength but also at times a great weakness. You were looking so hard for her that you did not take the time to scent her thoroughly. You did not give your beast time to recognize its mate.”
Lothos moved the length of his body fully against Ethenia and breathed in the sweet scent of her hair. It still smelled like honey and chamomile. He was an asshole. He had almost let his soul slip away from him. He had almost tossed away his very heart, the reason for his survival. It was Ethenia. It had always been Ethenia.
Sophie smiled against Xethre's back. Finally Lothos understood. It was about fucking time.
Chapter Five
Ethenia hated male PMS. It was hard enough to deal with woman when they were menstrual, but God save her from pissy man syndrome. Lothos had been jittery and short-tempered all day, and it was driving her absolutely insane. Didn't she have enough to deal with already, without having to decipher Lothos's quickly shifting moods? She wished she had some Midol. Did Midol work on men?
Ethenia groaned when Lothos got up to pace the kitchen for the umpteenth time. “Oh my God, will you just tell me what the hell is wrong? What? Have you decided that this isn't the right place for me? Are you going to cart me across the country and dump me in somebody else's lap?” Ethenia heard Lothos growl and she held up a hand. “Oh come on, it was a joke. Lothos. Relax.” Ethenia smiled. She wasn't nearly as afraid of Lothos now as she had been when she had first met him. Indeed, he was just a big teddy bear, uh, a big teddy bear with razor-sharp canines and talon-like fingernails.
Lothos was at a loss as how to continue now that he knew what Ethenia was to him. How did he tell her that she was the other part of his soul? What did that even mean for them? All morning he had been stewing over how to break the news to her. Sophie was no help. She had decided to take this very morning to go practice mixing potions. And the sun had seen to it, that the bloodsucker was all tucked in and dead to the world. So it was just him and Ethenia. Just him and his bond mate, the bond mate who didn't know she was a bond mate yet. Damn it all, shouldn't there be like some handbook for this shit—something along the lines of 'How to tell your intended mate that you want to brand her?' How many hours had gone by, wasted, as he tried to find the words?
Ethenia bit into a juicy tangerine and continued to watch him. “Lothos, sit, please.” Ethenia pulled out the seat next to her.
Lothos took the offered seat, lumbering his large frame down. He still couldn't look at her. When he looked at her he wanted to fuck her, and fucking her, although incredible, would only serve to distract him. “Ethenia,” he began.
“Yes?”
“I…” He was cut short by the harried arrival of Sophie. Her eyes were glazed and her usual neat curls were falling in hectic disarray around her flushed face. “Sophie, God, dear one, are you all right?” Lothos quickly moved to Sophie's side, missing Ethenia's look of displeasure. “Baby?”
Sophie swallowed and when she spoke her voice was hoarse. “Something evil is coming, Lothos.”
What?”
“Something very evil is coming. I was mixing a seer spell when the potion cleared and showed me a vision, a vision of pure evil.”
“What did you see?”
“Just shadows. Shadows of things that are to be. But the auras were black—they were black and tainted, Lothos. Something is coming.” Sophie began to shiver uncontrollably. She felt the taint of the evil spreading over her body like butter. It clung to her skin and made her sick. “Quick, Lothos, kiss me.” She didn't give him time to respond to her request. She grabbed his face and planted her lips firmly over his. She felt him rumble and she felt the anger that was shooting forth from Ethenia, but she did not have time to deal with petty jealousy right now. She had evil to ward away.
Sophie parted Lothos's mouth and quickly speared her tongue into his wet cavern. She gripped his hard arms and continued to ravage his mouth. Her body began to heat up quickly, and her pussy was creaming. She felt light and horny and she could no longer feel the sick molasses of evil crawling up her spine. She pushed away from him reluctantly. “Thank you,” she said.
Ethenia advanced slowly. Her anger was a hot and audible thing. She knew that she had no claim over Lothos, but for Sophie to maul him so in front of her was unacceptable.
Sophie sighed and nodded. “I know, I know. I am sorry I had to do that. But you must understand it was the only way to ward off the clinging evil. I needed a distraction. Since Xethre was not available, well…”
“You had to use me,” Lothos finished with a small weary smile. “So, I was better than nothing.”
Sophie laughed. “You are better than most things.”
Lothos joined Sophie in her laughter.
Ethenia was still not amused. But thought it wise to change the subject. “What did you see, Sophie?”
Sophie's expression turned somber. “I saw the black aura of one so evil that hell must have spat him out.”
Ethenia swallowed. Well that was certainly a colorful depiction. “Could you be a little bit clearer?” she asked sarcastically, ignoring Lothos's chiding gaze. “Some of us don't read tea leaves.”
Sophie's eyes shot a fiery warning. “Do be careful what you say, darling.”
Ethenia felt the hairs on her arm beginning to stand on end. She le
aned forward, anger blazing inside. “Are you threatening me?”
Sophie grinned, “I believe I am.”
Ethenia was incensed. She was not a powerful Pack member, but she was still Loopin. She could still kick this witch's butt.
Lothos couldn't believe what he was witnessing. His beautiful, shy, quiet Ethenia was facing down Sophie, who at her best appeared to be the second coming of Joan of Arc. He would never have guessed that Ethenia had it in her. It was amazing how his Loopin instincts had been failing him lately, at least failing him where Ethenia was concerned. She had the power to rob him of all his senses.
Sophie tilted her head to one side. She had no intention of fighting Ethenia, unless of course the arena was a nice soft bed. However it was nice to see that the little Loopin had claws. Sophie sensed a great pain, a world of hurt that still lingered in Ethenia's soul. She knew it was this very pain that kept the wild Loopin tame and meek. She also knew that Ethenia's nature was not one of servitude and submission. Sophie intended to learn why Ethenia's aura was so stifled, why she seemed to keep a leash on her Loopin beast. “You can sheathe the claws, Ethenia; they'll be no fighting here.”
Ethenia still eyed her warily.
Lothos bent down and blew gently into Ethenia's ear. She shivered and her concentration broke. Her claws retracted and her eyes went hot.
Ethenia turned an accusing eye towards Lothos. “Why did you do that? Why did you interfere?”
Lothos grinned. “There are better ways to spend our time than arguing with Sophie. She will always be here later, if you find that you wish to pick up where you left off.”
Sophie laughed. Lothos always did have a way of putting things into perspective—his own, that is. She turned to see how Ethenia was taking Lothos's domineering ways.
Ethenia narrowed her eyes. However much she had enjoyed having Lothos blowing into her sensitive ears she was beginning to realize that she didn't want him thinking that she was a pushover. She was finally beginning to enjoy the possibilities that came with her freedom. So Lothos was devilishly handsome. So he was sweet and the most incredible lover she had ever had, but he didn't plan on sticking around, and that meant she could not get attached.
