by Scott, Talyn
“I didn't say I housed a lair here.” Maestru grated, and somehow Blythe knew he was lying.
“As I explained, Blythe harbors ill memories of our Sanctuary,” Kash addressed his master reverently. “I can hardly take her there and taint such a momentous occasion, such as our marriage ceremony, with her fear. I want her to remember this night fondly as any Brides should.”
“Ryan's dungeon will work just fine,” Maestru replied. “I'll cast the spells there.”
Blythe gaped. “So we're mating somewhere vampires practice sexual depravity?”
“Blythe,” Sixten admonished. “Please address Maestru with respect.” In other words, he could stand in the way of her mating Kash. Not to mention that Rock would want to live with them on a permanent basis, and as far as Captiva Island was concerned, Maestru called the shots on who resided.
“I'm sorry,” Blythe said. “But I haven't heard the best things about Ryan's dungeon.”
Maestru pursed his lips, staring at her with amusement. “When one enters Ryan's dungeon, one fulfills a fantasy, nothing more. What is your fantasy tonight, Blythe?”
Her face heated. “It's simple. I want to mate Kash, including him in our family.”
“Perfect,” Maestru responded, “then that's what awaits you in Ryan's dungeon. Sixten, phone Ryan before we mist in and have him clear a path for our sweet Blythe. We need her as comfortable as possible, so I expect him to ensure that she is.” Sixten already had the phone to his ear, speaking to her longtime friend, a vampire she missed. The vampire Sixten hated. “Shall we? The night grows short. Luisa,” Maestru called out, although Blythe didn't see this Luisa anywhere. “I'll be out for a while. You know how to reach me.” He then turned to Kash, “Are you certain of this sacrifice?”
“I’m certain.”
Maestru beckoned him closer, his dark head bent against Kash’s coppery strands, whispering intently. Kash's head came up, his eyes bright and eager. “You can see this, Master?”
“Kash, you have my word,” Maestru promised.
Without preamble, Kash walked over to her and sank his teeth into her neck. The next thing she knew, he was leading her towards the spookiest door she’d ever seen, which opened by itself near a long bar inside Six Feet Under. With a side-glance, she saw Ryan staring at her, his hands fisted on the counter, his expression glum.
“Ryan,” she said in a way of greeting…or something. Honestly, Blythe didn’t know what to say to him.
Maestru was next to her then, ushering her inside, with one commanding finger pointing Ryan’s way. “Don’t upset Blythe on my watch, Ryan.” Her friend, at least she hoped he was still her friend, shook his head and went back to changing a keg.
“He wasn’t upsetting me.”
Maestru lifted a mocking brow. “Whatever you say.”
“If you really don’t want me upset, you’ll talk to me about Dakota and soon. And while we’re on the subject of me being upset, Rock will need to live with me…on Captiva. Are you going to raise a stink about that?” Behind her, she heard Sixten make a choking sound.
Maestru laughed. “I’ve killed for less insolence.”
“I’m not trying to be insolent,” she insisted. “Dakota’s my best friend. Do you know what that means to a human?”
His laughter faded. “Dakota may be your best friend, but she’s no longer your concern. The sooner you accept it, the sooner I’ll permit your werewolf male’s residency on my island. Think carefully on this, sweet Blythe, after you mate your vampire.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Commit your souls one to the other with your Master’s blessing.”
Kash picked her up, dipping his head and taking ownership of her lips with a kiss that dampened her panties. When they reached the door, Maestru walked behind them. “The werewolf stays out of the dungeon.”
“Yes, Maestru,” Sixten answered, closing the door, “Rock’s on the club’s roof.”
The next thing Blythe knew, they were descending narrowing stairs. Flickering sconces backlit Kash’s coppery hair, his spikes casting shadows on black-grey cinder blocks that weren’t from this century, not even close. As the air thickened, she felt her panic rise. “I can’t.” By her words, everything stopped. Kash froze in the middle of the stairwell, and Sixten matched his stance, two steps above. Maestru sighed.
“Underground,” Sixten whispered, smacking his forehead in a very human gesture. “Shit.”
“I didn’t forget,” Kash admitted. “I was hopeful that she had. For me. For tonight.”
No windows. No air. Cold dankness permeated her body. All she needed was a chain wrapped around her ankle and a sadistic Vampyr awaiting her in the shadows. “I can’t,” she reiterated. Her head twirled, the muscles flexing around her throat, threatening to cut off her oxygen. Permanently.
“Blythe,” Sixten murmured, “you have to understand something. Kash is sacrificing as well as taking, committing to you by paying a distinct price. It’s one of the reasons I didn’t…never mind.”
Maestru asked Kash if he was certain of his sacrifice. “Oh.” It hit her, then. “I’m not your Bride, am I?”
“In my heart,” Kash answered, and there was something fierce in his lavender eyes, “you are.” His Species emerged, and he lowered his head, sniffing her like a big cat.
“So he gives up whoever is out there, the one selected for him by fate,” Sixten explained, though Kash turned on him, hissing a deadly threat. Unperturbed, Sixten continued, “And he can never have children from this night forward. As you can see, he was hoping you would handle this underground ceremony since it cannot be performed anywhere other than a vampire’s lair. You and Kash go through the motions and the ritual unbinds him from his fated Bride and joins you together, as his chosen Bride. ”
“You’re giving up your true Bride and children, just for me.”
“I don’t want any other female. Rock and Sixten can sire children with you. I’ll love them as my own, protect them with my life.”
“Still.”
“My Master would have challenged my decision, if it were indeed insincere,” Kash said and Maestru nodded his agreement. “Can’t you hear the truth in my words?”
Yes, she could. “Okay,” Blythe agreed, fighting the sensation of choking on stagnant air, “if I truly panic under here…”
“Without hesitation I’ll bite you, and mist you outside.”
Licking her dry lips, she ran her hand over his proud chin, “Let’s do this.” Seven steps and they reached the bottom landing. When she took in the scene, Blythe had to close her eyes. “Oh, my….”
“Yeah, the movies portray us a little differently, huh,” said Kash apologetically, enclosing them inside a room to their left.
She wasn’t about to let him feel bad for what he was, so she forced her eyes open. “Kiss me.”
His cheekbones stood out harshly against the perfect vampire smoothness of his skin. Eyes without whites, glowing purple, gazed down at her adoringly. “I love you, Bride.” Taking in a breath between his fangs, he cupped her head, drawing her face to his.
“Kash,” she said against his panting mouth, “I love you, too.” At that, his smile was glorious and his kiss consumed her.
“I’ll work from behind the door,” Maestru said ominously.
“Thank you, Maestru,” Sixten said, sliding the paneled door shut.
Kash carried her to an ebony leather-covered bed. Black leather covered even the mattress. Or was that leather at all? “What is this, Six?”
Waving a negligent hand, he muttered, “Ostrich skin. Common find in a lair, moja láska.” From a cloth bag detailed with French script, Sixten pulled out a chocolate colored fur, possibly mink. He snapped it out and then tossed it on the bed, straightening it until it covered everything she would touch.
“So…I’m guessing the fur’s real, too.”
“Yeah, if you’re looking for PC, you won’t find it tonight. And this fur throw was from very our home, angel. I bought it for you years
ago, and no one has ever touched it.”
She swallowed roughly. Although she wore leather, fur had a tendency to gross her out. Scanning the room again, she asked, “Between the chains and those leather thingies, is that a cross?”
“That would be a cross,” Kash said while lowering her onto the fur.
Unable to take her eyes off the restraints, she wondered about the nail-like pins protruding from inside the leather restraints. “And those spiked leather cuffs….”
“Are silver and designed for immortals, and not for those with a drop of human blood.” A sigh left Kash. “Stop looking.”
Stop looking? How could she help herself? At least she was distracted from her impending panic attack. “Meaning they go through wrist bones and anklebones, securing in a way an immortal cannot get out of with tearing off its hands and feet?”
“Blythe,” Sixten warned, shaking his head no. “Kash asked you to stop looking, so stop it.”
Kash agreed, “Focus on me. Or do you need a minute to gather yourself.”
“Sorry, but geez,” she replied defensively, watching as Sixten waved his hand over a multitude of black candles, lighting them with his power. “Maestru’s humble abode is like a haunted house on crack. I kept waiting for a phantom to slide through the mortar and give me a heart attack, but this place…there are no words.”
Sixten knew how to garner her attention. Straightaway, without looking at her, he dropped his chest holster and pulled his shirt overhead. It had been days since Six was inside her, with her body responding to his skillful touch. She needed him in the worst way, especially that unique cock of his. Stretching her hands upward, she sighed on a languid breath, now unable to take her eyes off him. Golden skin covered the perfection that was his body, his stomach muscles clenched so tight they cast outward shadows.
An ominous click sounded roughly a foot above her head. When her eyes left Sixten’s body, she faced Kash. He was staring at her while fully transformed, nose-to-nose, watching her reaction as she admired Sixten. His hands were on her wrists, and when he released them, she stayed in place. Restraints. “Glad these don’t have nails.”
Fangs nearly half way down his chin, he didn’t respond. Instead, Kash trailed a hand down her thigh, slowly, slowly, slowly, until he reached her right ankle. In one swoop, her shoe was off, clattering somewhere on a dungeon floor. When he caressed her ankle, the sensation echoed inside her womb, twisting and curling her stomach. “Oh,” she moaned. “How are you doing that?”
Still, he said nothing. Kash’s eyes fixed the same way as an animal's, staring intently at her. And even though he was in his scariest form, apart from shredding baddies limb from limb, he remained gentle, careful of his claws. Another click sounded. This one resulted in the restriction of her right ankle. Lowering his bronzed-colored head, he loped his tongue around the restraints, testing her comfort in a very erotic way. “Feels fine,” she whispered on a hitched breath. “I’m fine.”
Sixten leaned against a carved column, his shirt off, pants unzipped. Male perfection in the flesh, he was all hers. His chin came up as he bared his fangs, not to scare her, but to show her his desire. She watched on, her mouth drying, as he adjusted his long length inside his leathers.
Kash was now at her left ankle, clicking another restraint in place. They were not leather, or woolen padded as she had hoped, still comfortable though. And if she took steady breaths, she could fight the notion they felt similar to those Gianni placed on her. At that thought, Kash stared up her body, noticing her vibe. “I’m fine,” she repeated.
His neck swiveled in an inhuman way just when a fine mist appeared in the lair, a grey fog though much lighter. Even weirder, since there were no windows to speak of, a breeze formed by a strange, electric power filled the cellar as well, kicking up the grey mist. Odder still, symbols, comparable to hieroglyphics, dotted the air, stirring in defined patterns.
A smile curved Kash’s lips, his coppery strands blowing back from his face as he pulled off his shirt. She smiled right back, doing her best to ignore the other happenings around her. Finding magic normal or comfortable was a far stretch for Blythe. “You’re magnificent, all muscle, strength, and grace.” Moisture trickled down at the sight of him, his skin dusted bronze the same as his hair, his fangs gleaming in the low light. “I want to hook my tongue in your loops,” she said, eyeing each silver ring that pierced his nipples. “Pull on them with my teeth, would you let me?”
His eyes, nothing other than purple fire, seemed to darken. Hands moving up her body, he slid his claws under her shirt and spread his fingers. Shreds left her body, lifting in the weird breeze as though they were party streamers. Not stopping until she was down to her thong, he finally brought his chest to her mouth, offering. Blythe curled her tongue around the silver loop, tugging and sucking. From above her, he growled. Not the way a man growls when he is excited, but the way an animal growls when it hunts.
Predatory.
In a liquid move, he pulled back, taking his pants off in vampiric speed. Blythe had no doubt he was huge, had witnessed his erection behind his fly many, many, times. Still, she could feel her mouth drop open, the mist flowing over her tongue. “Kash, I want that.” Her hips undulated in a primal way, wanting him filling her emptiness. Her mind wandered with thoughts of that silver band positioned underneath his head rolling over her sensitive spot until she screamed her pleasure. “What is that?”
Sixten spoke up, his voice was raspy, “A circlet, actually it’s a half circlet. Masters wear a full circlet. The silver has tiny joints that expand with his cock. Don’t worry you’ll enjoy it. And I’ll enjoy watching you enjoy it.”
Between her legs, Kash’s fangs came down and tore her thong away. A look of pure male satisfaction crossed his face, before he gripped each restrained ankle and pushed them up the bed. The higher he went, the more her knees pointed in opposite directions. When he stopped, another ominous click sounded, keeping her in place.
Open.
Vulnerable.
With both hands resting on her knees, he took a few slow moments eyeing her body, reveling in his vampiric possession. “Pretty, so very pretty and you are finally mine. Say it.”
“I am yours, Kash.”
“Let’s begin then.” Now his eyes rested directly over her pussy, a fixed stare she found unnerving, especially since Rock pierced her there. “This night we begin anew. Say it. Agree.”
“This night we begin anew,” she repeated, sensing her moisture dripping between her nether lips at his perusal.
“Did the werewolf pierce you, moja láska?”
“Yes, Rock pierced me, Six.”
“So beautiful, Blythe.” Kash’s features hardened, his bronzed skin pulled taut against muscle and bone where his girth stretched beyond his normal, corporeal form. When he smiled, his fangs scraped his bottom lip, a stream of blood trickling his chin. “Blythe, this is where I always pictured you”- one lick from ass to clit and her pussy clenched -“in a position where all vampires want their Brides.”
When he ran the backs of his claws down her inner thighs, her breath left her as her clit throbbed impossibly for his touch. “Please,” she begged for more. With a greedy smile, his mouth covered her labia, quickly sucking her between his fangs. The vampire knew what he was doing with his teeth and mouth; that was her immediate thought before her mind drifted into pure pleasure. Alternating between sucking and scraping, he overwhelmed her. Since she could only squirm fractionally, she could not escape from his devastating touch. One hand stretched high, his mouth never leaving her core, where he pinched her nipple between his claws. “Oh, Kash!” Only then did his tongue enter her, stroking her inner walls with practiced precision.
“So delicious,” he praised her, not rushing. “It feels right now, doesn’t it?” Kash murmured between licks, hot breath tickling her damp sex. Taking his sweet time when her body begged for release.
“I want to taste that,” Sixten complained from the side, walking ov
er to the bed. “It’s been too long for us.”
Too overwhelmed to imagine Sixten’s hands on her, too, she was lost in this moment with Kash. “Please…suck it.”
“You’re begging me to suck something, what?”
The only place he seemed to be studiously ignoring would not stop throbbing. “Now, Kash.”
A virile rumble left his chest. “Oh, Blythe, I have your body etched in memory from the first time I walked in on you and Sixten, when he was pushing inside you on your marriage bed. I’ve dreamed of this body underneath me for so long, I wonder if I’m dreaming now.” He brought the swollen bud inside his mouth with a hard suck. No human could suck the same way as a vampire did. For that reason, it wasn’t a surprise when an orgasm immediately shattered her. Blythe screamed so loudly, she was sure Maestru heard her. Sixten sure did, now he was shuddering against her in the bed, pumping his amazing cock in supernatural speed with ice-green eyes trained on what Kash was doing and nothing else. Then Kash delivered flat-tongued licks alongside her opening before he bit down, feeding from her blood and her liquid release. She wanted to fist his coppery spikes and hold him in place. All too soon, he stopped, edging her toward her next orgasm before cutting her off.
“Shame on you!” she yelled in frustration. Clenching her teeth, she demanded, “Put your cock in me.”
“You’re hot when enraged, angel,” Sixten whispered, fastening his lips over her nipple while moving his hand up and down his sex.
Kash bared his blood-drenched fangs, raking them across the center of her body as he crawled up her. “Your heart beats for me now. Tonight, you are made for me, transformed into my Bride.” Over her sternum, his fangs came down, pressing between her breasts. A warming sensation came with this bite as two beads of blood welled. Almost desperately, Kash licked them. “Mm,” he groaned at the taste of her. “You may smell differently, but you taste the same, maybe better.” Glancing at Sixten, Kash admitted, “Ah, we are still challenged to behave during feeding…and sex.”
