She had an image in her mind of them together, Deo and Ever. The old vampire’s plush lips coming down on Deo’s. Their beautiful, naked bodies pressed together. When she shook the image away and glanced up at Ever, she knew he’d read her thoughts, knew from his small, wicked smile that he’d seen it all, felt the reverberating desire in her body.
“I will come to you both a little later,” he said, his black eyes glittering, his smile widening just enough to reveal his sharp eyeteeth. “Ah, Calam is here.” He turned. “Please see our new guests to their rooms.”
“Aye,” the muscled redhead said. He was beautiful, as was everyone here. She could smell his humanity as though it were an exotic perfume. Smelled the human blood in his veins. “Come this way, please.”
Deo slipped an arm around her waist as they followed Calam from the room.
Her body, her mind, were buzzing. Everything was changing so quickly she couldn’t seem to focus on any of it.
Ever. Aleron and Ramsey. The council of vampires who were to arrive at the club soon. A new life she could barely begin to imagine. And all of it with Deo.
“Always,” he said quietly, his fingers squeezing hers as they moved toward the elegant elevator.
They stepped in. The doors slid shut and she held on to Deo as the elevator began to move down and down. She gripped his hand tighter and he pulled her in closer. She needed him, to feel the safety in his arms. To feel him. It was the only thing that made the fear go away.
Deo tucked a hand under her chin, looked into her eyes.
“Make it go away, Deo,” she begged him in a whisper.
“I promise,” he told her.
It was the one thing she knew she could count on.
Chapter Three
Calam opened a pair of doors and led them into their room. Creamy damask wallpaper everywhere, a row of tall windows draped in mossy-green velvet. An enormous bed—large enough for six people to fit comfortably—was at the opposite end of the room. Here and there were sitting areas, gilt-trimmed lamps shining softly. The furnishings were luxurious even beyond any she’d seen in her father’s house, making her think of the grand homes she’d read about in books. Fit for royalty. But perhaps the vampires were a kind of royalty. How was it that she was one of them now? She couldn’t quite wrap her head around it.
“I hope it’s all to your liking,” Calam said, and again, if she drew her breath in, she could smell his sweetly mortal flesh. His blood.
She didn’t need blood. Ramsey had made certain they were fed before their long trip to London. But she’d found the vampiric appetites—for blood, for sex—to be nearly unquenchable.
She swallowed down the urge.
“This is wonderful,” Deo said, moving farther into the room, taking Mercy with him. “Beautiful. Like everything here.” He smiled. “Including you, Calam.”
Calam grinned. “As I find you both. Perhaps after you’ve had time to settle, you’ll find my love, Ilana, to your liking, as well. We sometimes choose to share ourselves with others.”
Mercy shivered as desire struck her like a small, electric shock. She had never been with a woman. But since she’d Turned, everything was different. And Calam was a gorgeous specimen of a man, his muscles heavy, beautiful to her.
“Mercy would like that,” Deo answered.
“We will be here should you require us.”
Calam made a small bow then turned and left them alone.
Alone. For the first time in days. She moved into Deo’s arms, and he pulled her in, kissing her. Softly at first then harder, deeper, his tongue pushing into her mouth. In moments he was taking her clothes off then his own, his lush lips never leaving hers.
No one had ever kissed her the way Deo did. Even when he was mortal, there was something about his mouth, the softness of it, the way he used his tongue that made her crazy with lust. Her body burned as she pressed against him, naked flesh to naked flesh. His body was all hard planes, muscle like steel beneath his velvet skin. And against her belly his cock was thickening, lengthening until all she could think of was having him inside her. Fucking her.
His hands came around her, under her buttocks, and he lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his narrow waist, her hands going into his dark, silky hair. She arched, impaling herself on his cock.
“Ah, Deo!”
He thrust into her, over and over. His cock, his pubic bone crashing into her, driving pleasure deep.
“I need you, Mercy love. Need you. To fuck you. Be with you. A part of you.”
“Yes…”
He reached between them, his fingers pressing onto her hard clit, and she moaned as desire built. With his other hand he entered her ass, a firm press of two fingers. She loved it, that sensation of being filled. Loved that her immortal body could handle things she never could have as a human. She arched, taking his cock into her cunt, moved back to take his fingers deeper into her ass.
“Come on, Deo,” she murmured. She didn’t know if she was asking to come or asking him to. She was full of pleasure, overflowing. Full of him—cock and fingers and his tongue surging into her mouth, wet and sweet.
As the first shudders of her climax trembled in her sex, her breasts and belly, he lowered his head and bit into her.
His mouth was hot on her throat, sucking, sucking, drawing the blood in. And it was as if his mouth were on her cunt, on her nipples. Everywhere at once. Images flashed in her head. Of the ocean in Valencia, the two of them exploring each other for the first time, when she had Turned him. His cock slipping between her thighs, nearly as hard then as a human, as he was inside her now. She felt it as though she were pussy and cock all at the same time. Through his eyes. Through her own memory. Even then, it had been frenzied and beautiful, pleasure burning into her like a flame.
She shivered, her sex clenching. As she came, she felt Deo tense, pistoning into her. She screamed her pleasure, heard his animal roar. And she took his neck, bit into his lovely, golden flesh and drank.
His blood was like some stunning aphrodisiac, sweet on her tongue. Pure ecstasy in her body. She came and came. Arching hips and grasping hands. Thrusting cock and plunging fingers. And the scent of Deo in her head. His blood on her tongue.
Finally, they both calmed. He carried her to the bed, lay her down. One at a time, they licked each other’s wounds clean. Kissed each other softly. Deo leaned up on one elbow, his body next to hers, and gazed into her eyes. His were that startling green-blue of the ocean.
“I love you, Mercy.” He traced her jaw with his fingertips, murmured, “My love.”
“And I love you.”
He stroked her long hair, taking the ends of it and running it through his fingers. His brows drew together. “You want him.”
“Calam?”
“Yes. But I was talking about Ever.”
She nodded.
“I could feel his desire for you. Like a lamp lighting up the room.”
“He wants you too.”
“Yes,” Deo agreed. “And he is the most amazing creature…”
She brushed his cool cheek with her fingertips. “What is it, Deo?”
“I’ve become used to having you to myself. But now…I feel different. I know you do too. My need for sex is so powerful. It’s not that you aren’t enough for me.”
“I understand. I do,” she insisted. “It’s just that some of the others are so incredibly enticing. But Ever… I’m so drawn to him. I didn’t think I would want anyone as much as I want you.”
“Yes, exactly.”
“He’s so sad,” she said, as much to herself as to Deo.
“It makes him more approachable. And less so, at the same time.”
“Yes. But, Deo, how do you feel about this? The idea of us being with others?”
“I want it,” he answered. “But only with you, Mercy. Only if you’re a part of it. And you? What do you want?”
“My desires are the same as yours. For others. For Calam. But mostly my desire is for Ever
. He knows it.”
Deo nodded, a slow smile crossing his features. “I have a feeling we’re about to discover something wholly new to us both.”
“You’ve been with other men before, I know. I’ve seen it in your head.”
“I have. But Ever isn’t like any man I’ve known before. I’m glad to know you feel as I do. I had some sense of it in your response to him. But I had to hear it from you.”
He picked up her hand, brushed a kiss over her knuckles, and once more her body lit with need.
She smiled to him, and his eyes went dark, glossy. She reached down and found his cock hardening once more.
“Ah, I love this about you. About your being immortal,” she told him, stroking him with a light, teasing touch.
He laughed, arched his hips into her hand, and she fisted around his rigid flesh.
“Ah, yes, let me just fuck your hand for a moment, love.”
She tightened her grasp, loving the solidity of him, his moans and sighs of pleasure as she moved her palm up and down his erect cock. She felt the power in it, in the ability to bring him pleasure. Loved to see him close his eyes, his lips parting.
“Will you come in my hand, Deo?”
He laughed again, and suddenly he was on her, picking her up then shoving her down on the Persian carpet next to the big bed. Spreading her thighs with his hands.
“Maybe, love. But first I’ll make you come. Once, twice. I want to hear you come. I want to hear you scream.”
He bent his head and licked her, his tongue slipping over her already wet cleft.
“Ah, Deo.”
He licked again, his tongue delving between the soft folds of her cunt. His fingers pushing inside her, one then two. Then three. He angled his fingers, pressing against her G-spot.
“Deo, you’ll make me come too soon,” she protested as pleasure rose, spiraled inside her.
Another short laugh from him before he tugged on her clit with his teeth, hurting her a little. He knew she loved it, the contrast of the pleasure and the pain.
“You torture me, Deo.”
He only drove his fingers harder into her soaking-wet pussy and sucked her clitoris into his mouth. And bit.
She felt the warmth of her blood seeping onto his tongue. Felt the heat move through her body as her climax hovered, shimmering at the edge of sensation. Pleasure was like fire inside her, spreading, spreading as he sucked harder. Another flash of the two of them together, and behind it, Deo alone on the beach. Then an image, cast into her mind on purpose, she knew immediately, of Deo with a pretty young man. The drape of the man’s long, brown hair as he knelt between Deo’s human thighs and sucked his cock. The lovely undulating pleasure of the man’s wet tongue, his silken throat closing around his erect flesh. Her climax hit her, hard and pulsing as she came in Deo’s mouth. As Deo came in the pretty male’s mouth in her head. Sensation merged until she could no longer tell whose orgasm was hers, or his, or both of them together.
When it was over, he pulled away, his strong hands going to her waist to turn her over, placing her on her hands and knees. He spread her ass cheeks, leaned in and licked her tight anus. Her cunt contracted with new pleasure.
“Deo, please…”
“Please what, my love?”
“Fuck me there. You know how I love it.”
He licked again, pushed his tongue inside her ass, wet and lovely.
“Oh God…”
He fucked her with his tongue, just as she’d asked. Pleasure was wet and sweet as his thrusting tongue, like some tiny, silken cock in her ass. But she needed more.
“Come on, Deo. Really fuck me now.”
He pulled away and parted her ass cheeks with his hands, shifted behind her and thrust right in. If she’d been human, her flesh would have been torn by his iron-hard cock. As it was, it hurt, but in the most lovely way. And as he fucked her ass, slowly at first then faster, harder, his hand came down on her buttocks.
“Ah!”
“Come now, my lovely girl. You know that didn’t hurt.”
“Do it harder, Deo.”
He smacked her again, the sound echoing off the vaulted ceilings.
“Yes, Deo…”
His cock was pushing deeper, sliding in, out. He was slapping her hard, his hands burning her flesh. She felt that first stirring in her blood. The thrumming. Humming. Until it was a sound that seemed to fill the room.
“Ah, the singing,” she murmured, too caught up in the pleasure to say more. But he understood this strange phenomenon they’d discovered when they indulged in pain play. Some odd vampiric response to the combination of pleasure and pain.
Deo reached around her, pinching her clit between his fingers. And she felt the hot rush inside her body as he came in her ass, heard his pleasure as he cried out.
“Ah, Mercy! Mercy! Fuck!”
He pumped into her, and she was coming, coming. The pain of his spanking was like a high, beautiful sound in her head, in her blood. Urging her climax on as she tumbled, shattered. Screamed.
They collapsed together onto the floor. Not because their immortal bodies could tire so easily, but because it simply felt good to lie together in a tangle.
“My love,” Deo murmured against her cheek, stroking her long hair, pulling the strands between his fingers. “You are as beautiful as Ever said. And as sweet.”
She laughed, looping an arm around his muscled neck. “And did you think I was sweet when you were in my ass?”
“Every part of you is as sweet as wine. As pure sugar. The sex doesn’t change that. I could do every dirty thing to you, and it wouldn’t make you less sweet, Mercy love.”
“Well, I hope you will, then. I can’t seem to get enough.”
“Oh, I plan to,” he said, laughing, a low, warm chuckle. He kissed her cheek, let his sharp eyeteeth graze the flesh there, and once more lust trembled in her body.
She climbed on top of him, parting her thighs, letting him feel the wet heat of her cunt on his belly.
“Again? You are insatiable. But then, so am I.”
He smiled as he rose to kiss her, his lips sweet on hers. And as she lifted her hips, impaling her body on his hard cock, she knew she was safe at last. With Deo. And in the Midnight Playground.
Safe for now, at least. She didn’t know what tomorrow might bring. The results of the Council of old vampires. But for now, this was enough.
Ever was just pouring wine for Aleron and Ramsey, a cabernet the deep color of garnets, when Calam came into the room.
“They are all here, the Council. Shall I have them come in?”
“Yes, of course. Let’s not leave them waiting.”
Calam nodded and hurried from the room.
“It will be nice to see everyone,” Ramsey said.
“Yes, I’ve not yet met them all.” Aleron accepted the glass Ever handed him. “I’m afraid my world has been rather limited. I’ve only been here and to the Paris club. Before meeting you today, Ramsey, I’ve known only Laurent and Xavier.”
Ever tuned his mind’s eye to the vampires gathering in the hall outside his rooms. “Ah, they come.”
Aleron and Ramsey stood as the heavy double doors swung wide and the Council members entered.
A small tremor of desire hummed through Ever’s veins as the group walked in. Vampires, all of them. Ancient. Unbelievably beautiful.
The bonded pair of vampires from the Paris club were the first to cross the room, the lovely, androgynous Laurent with his angelic, curling mane of blond hair, and his partner Xavier, whose chestnut locks hung in waves around his broad shoulders. They both smiled, white eyeteeth glinting, as they came to greet Aleron with a kiss on each cheek then the same for Ever and Ramsey.
Behind them was the darkly brooding Bastien from the Berlin club, his calm, gray eyes gleaming, and Dane, the youngest of the Council, who ran the Amsterdam Midnight Playground. His hair was as pale as Ever’s, but his eyes were a brilliant, startling blue. So pretty as he smiled at Ever, as he lea
ned in to give him a kiss of greeting on the mouth that lingered deliciously. So pretty, Ever spent a moment considering him…but his mind was on the new pair of vampires who were even now fucking in another room. He could feel their heat, their great need calling to him.
Later…
He reached out with his mind, forcing his focus past Mercy’s distant cries of pleasure to the dark vampiric essence moving down the hallway. He lifted his gaze to the door as the remaining two members of the vampire Council came into the room.
The elusive Storm, who managed the Midnight Playground in Prague, his long, black hair seeming to float around his tall form like a mist, a stunning contrast to his jade-green eyes. He was old—older even than Ever. No one knew how ancient Storm was, or where he’d acquired his name. But he wore his great age like an aura of both sadness and sensuality. Invincibility. Enormous power. And finally, behind him, was the diminutive Chiara from the Rome club. She was like some wicked sprite, with her glowing olive skin, her dark hair and eyes. Those who knew Chiara knew her hot temper, her blatant, simmering sexuality and her propensity for extravagance. It was said she kept a pair of albino alligators on golden chains in her rooms in Rome. She came to Ever and wrapped her arms around him. He breathed her in, flashes of the nights they’d lain together running like some sensual film through his head. She was as lovely as ever. But still, his mind kept wandering back to Mercy. To Deo. The two of them together. He couldn’t seem to stop. To concentrate on the vampires before him.
He felt pleasure shimmering through Mercy’s system, biting deep. Pulsing. Saw Deo’s aquamarine eyes as he gazed into hers. Filled with love. With lust so powerful he felt his own cock thrum with the force of it. That gorgeous, plush mouth of his coming down between her thighs. Tasting her flesh. Her blood. Like honey, all of it…
Pleasure stabbed into him. Sharp. Unexpected.
He blinked, tried to shake it off.
“Ever?” It was Chiara’s voice, her lyrical Italian accent. “Is something wrong?”
“No, no. Everything is fine. Of course.” He pulled her in, kissed her stone-smooth cheeks then both her hands, making her smile. “Please, everyone make yourselves comfortable. Calam will serve you some wine.”
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