A Bitten Curse: A Darkness Bites Paranormal Romance Novel

by Nicole Marie

  Bobby wrapped his arms around me and pulled my back up tight against his chest as he kissed my cheek. “Are you willing to try? If you don’t like it, just let me know and I’ll stop right away. But I want to feel your tight body around me.”

  My muscles clenched and I swallowed hard, but then nodded. When else would I ever get an experience like this? I could feel him smile against my cheek and he pulled away. And ran his nails down my back. I could feel the sting from his nail marks, and I was eager for him to explore my body. I was nervous, sure, but I doubted I’d ever be in a situation like this again, and I wanted to take full advantage. Besides, I was eager to give Erik a show so I might as well go balls out.

  Pete scooted his body down to the edge of the couch so my body was riding him right on the edge. He gyrated his hot hips up inside of me, and I felt the pulse of his hard cock inside of me. I pushed myself up and down again, slowly building the rhythm that we had built before. He felt so good inside me, and the muscles began to tighten around him again.

  Pete watched curiously as I gyrated my hips, moving my body up and down as I fucked him. He watched me as I arched my back to put on his much of a show for him as I could, running my hands along the front of my body and cupping my breasts as I bit my lip.

  Bobby still stood behind me as he ran one of his hands through my hair. I could feel him pulsing behind me as he was touching himself, and he then reached behind the back of the couch with his free my hand to grab a small bottle of something that he squirted into his hands. He rubbed it over himself and then rubbed one finger down my back, sending a cool chill down my spine. Whatever it was, it was cold to the touch, and I was desperate for our body heat to warm it.

  Pete grabbed my hips with his two strong hands and pushed me down so he was completely submerged inside of me. I groaned as I could feel the tip of his cock pressing firmly up against the barrier inside me. But he held me down, and wouldn’t let me thrust up and down. “Forward,” he said to me with a mischievous grin. He looked so happy to this entire thing that his smile was contagious.

  I obeyed and leaned my body forward, exposing my ass to Bobby behind me. He kissed the back of my neck as he stepped forward, and with his hand to guide the tip of his cock along down the crack of my ass into my opening. He massaged up and down with the slippery gel for a long moment, playing with me, teasing me.

  And gasped when he pushed himself inside of me. The sensation was strange, but desirable, and I yearned for more. I never experienced anything like this before, and I was thankful that he was being gentle. He pulled himself out just a little bit and then pushed and again further. I groaned and gyrated my hips as best I could, but Pete still held me still. I bit my lip and shut my eyes and let the pleasure consume me. It took a few minutes of slow pulsing, but Bobby eventually slid his full-length inside of me, and the pleasure coursed all the way up my back and through my stomach, into places that I had never felt before.

  With Bobby’s back pressed firmly up against me and his cock completely buried inside of me from behind, and Pete sprawled on the couch in front of me with his full-length inside of me as well, I felt so full, so satisfied, and this is exactly where it had to be. I moaned as I was still locked in position, desperately moving and rubbing against their bodies. But both men held me still, their full members pressed into me, waiting for something. I moaned again, and desperately this time. “What are you waiting for?” I whimpered. Bobby began sucking on my earlobe from behind me and both hands wrapped around my chest and massaged my breast. He still held me in place and the sensation felt amazing. And then I watched Jasmine walk up to the couch, and I completely forgotten she was here with us.

  She smiled at me as she stepped over the couch and straddled Pete’s body as well, but she faced towards me. She scooted back so Pete’s face was between her legs and she pressed the delicate spot above the fold of her skin into his mouth as he lay back on the couch. Her eyes slammed shut with pleasure and she bit her lip as a moan escaped her lips, as I looked down and watched Pete’s tongue at work. She gyrated her hips and circled as he worked, a constant moan coming out of her delicate mouth. She was beyond gorgeous, and I wanted everything in my power to be able to contribute to her pleasure. As Pete began fucking her with his tongue, I reached out to between her legs and began rubbing my thumb delicate circles around her spot, and with my other hand pulled her face forward into a kiss.

  Just then Pete let go of his iron grip on my hips and Bobby began pulsating behind me, his hips pushing me in a delicate movement and rhythm that allowed me to thrust up and down both against him and Pete.

  We stayed that way for what felt like an eternity of pleasure, being fucked from behind by Bobby and from below by Pete; both men so hard, so long, so consuming. My tongue fucked Jasmine’s mouth as she fucked mine, and Pete was busy playing between her legs with his own tongue. We all moaned into each other as we worked in unison, pulsating and gyrating together as one on the couch, our movements quickened and our thrusts and motions became more desperate.

  I nearly screamed into Jasmine’s mouth and she screamed into mine as pleasure inside both of bodies built. I placed both my hands into her hair and pulled her face hard against mine as hard as I could and shoved my tongue down her throat with desperate need. She forced her tongue down mind and in turn we played and licked each other like we were the last people on earth. Bouncing up and down, harder and deeper onto Pete as much as I could to feel both his and Bobby’s swollen members inside of me. It was the most intense and pleasure-filled sensation I’d ever experienced in my life, and I didn’t want it to end. At the same time it was building pleasure in my body, I knew I needed to reach climax or I was going to explode. I could feel Bobby beginning to reach his peak behind me as his panting grew quicker and his hand grasped my breasts almost painfully. His moans grew louder and I knew he was ready to come.

  I pushed myself deeper and harder and faster on Pete and I could feel his body begin to quiver as well when Jasmine went rigid for a moment and then with one final thrust of her hips onto Pete’s face, she screamed into my mouth with pure ecstasy. I placed my hands back down on her clit as I massaged it gently, riding the wave of her pleasure, extending it out is long and deeply as I possibly could as I kissed her.

  She moaned and groaned as she pulsed her hips over Pete’s mouth, and I counted five long seconds of her orgasm before she collapsed in a heap on top of us. She panted and caught her breath and smiled at me as she kissed me one last time and moaned.

  “Your turn,” she whispered into my mouth. She pushed herself off the couch and turned towards Pete. She wiped his mouth with her thumb and began kissing him deeply. They moaned into each other’s mouth during the passionate exchange. I watched them enjoy each other’s embrace as I slowed my pace momentarily. When Jasmine pulled away, Pete looked up at me with desperation, and a course of excitement made its way to my body as I knew it was my turn. I had already come twice that night, and I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to do it again. A woman’s body can only be pushed so far, you know?

  But that didn’t seem to stop them as Pete pushed himself up on the couch to a newly sitting position as I rode him. I gyrated my hips forward and back as I bounced higher and higher on him, the impact as I came down on him with every thrust caused a slapping noise against our skin. Bobby pushed himself up against me as I was sandwiched deeply between both men as they thrust their members inside of me in unison. We all rode each other hard as we moved back and forth, both men working me in a beautifully tandem rhythm. Pleasure built inside of me slowly at first, and then it was all-consuming. I could feel my climax was in reach, but I didn’t quite know how to get there.

  “I don’t know if I can do this,” I whimpered as both men fucked me.

  “You can, and you will,” Bobby said from behind me. “Let’s adjust.”

  Pete scooted back so he was lying along the full length of the couch again, and Bobby and I followed him inch by inch as he moved. He pulled
me down to lay flat on top of him, and I pressed my body up against his. I pushed my arms against his chest to continue my pulsing on his cock as Bobby pushed himself up behind me as he straddled Pete as well. I didn’t know it was possible, but this position let them both get deeper inside of me. They had reached a part of me that I had never been touched before, and my pleasure began to build at an alarming rate.

  They began to moan and gasp as I thrust my head back and my eyes closed with pleasure. I reached down and began massaging my clit with one hand. I moaned louder and louder until finally the peak of pleasure consumed me in an orgasm, washing through my entire body. The two men groaned into me harder and deeper as I reached my climax, and rather than subsiding and riding it out, they fucked me as hard and as violently as they could. The effect was more than my orgasm with Pete, three times over, and I opened my mouth in a long and pleasure filled scream. My muscles tensed and relaxed as my arms fell down beside me as my head rolled to the side on Bobby’s shoulder behind me. The climax lasted longer than any that I had ever felt before, and the two men continued thrusting into me in unison as my hips rotated from side to side and up and down.

  Finally, after what felt like a few minutes of pure ecstasy, the climax subsided and my body collapsed into a useless heap on top of Pete. Bobby kissed my back as he slowly pulled himself out of me, but Pete still stayed strong and hard inside of me. I realized that neither of them had climax, which I was grateful for as I realized I still didn’t know these men.

  My body was completely limp, but Pete pulled me forward as he slid out of me, and I lay panting on his chest. He reached down then and began running his hand up and down along his cock. I could feel Bobby doing the same as both men brought themselves to climax together. The groans and moans that omitted from both of them was enough to nearly take me over the edge again, as both men spilled their seed in unison on my back. The hot sensation of the liquid as it made its way down my spine felt heavenly, strangely, and I never felt so utterly, completely, in all consumingly satisfied in my entire life.

  10

  It was amazing how comfortable I felt with them afterwards. We all laid on the couch together and unwound, enjoying each other’s company. After a while, Jasmine pushed herself up off the couch and pulled on her dress. She smiled and waved at us and sauntered out of the room, back towards the bar. I watched her hips swaying as she walked away, and sighed as the door closed behind her.

  After a few minutes the two men decided to leave, too. Bobby gave me a quick slap on the ass before pulling on his clothes and saluted before he walked out the door with a smile. I couldn’t help but laugh and said goodbye before settling into the couch with Pete. He wrapped his arm around me and we snuggled together for another few minutes before he said he had to leave as well. I sighed as he kissed my cheek, and I took in the deep scent of his mask. He pulled on his clothes and ruffled my hair and give me another kiss on the cheek before he left. Leaving me alone in the room by the fire.

  I took a few more minutes to collect myself before I picked up my clothes off the floor and pulled them on. There was a small door on the other side of the room with a bathroom symbol on it, and I went inside to clean myself up. I splashed cold water on my face and looked at myself in the mirror. My cheeks were still flushed and my hair was disheveled, but the look of anxiety that had plagued my face for the past few months was gone. I couldn’t help but laugh and smile at my reflection as I remembered making a point of instilling this state in my memory. Chances are I wouldn’t experience anything like this again, not that I didn’t want to, mind you, but it was a little bit extreme, even for me.

  A used paper towels to clean myself up and pulled my clothes on, and ran my fingers through my hair to calm it down a little bit. I splashed more water on my face, and decided I better leave to find a way home. I had no idea how long we had been in the room, or what time it was, but I better make an effort to find a train station so I could get home sooner than later.

  I stretched my arms above my head and felt my shoulders pop, causing me to laugh at myself for all the stress on my body that I just put myself through. I had a pretty serious ache between my legs, but it was a good ache. I ran my hands down over my jeans between my legs and relished in the sensation. I could still feel Pete and Bobby’s bodies gyrating against me and it was the sensation I wasn’t soon to forget. And the taste of Jasmine’s lips were firmly implanted in my memory, and I would remember that beautiful smiling face of hers forever.

  Taking one last look at myself in the mirror, I brushed my hair behind my ear. I could hear the chattering in my mind pick up again, and I smiled devilishly to myself in the reflection. I thought deeply about what I just done, and could sense a spark of anger in the back of my mind. I knew Erik had been forced to experience everything that I done tonight, and I hoped that maybe it would’ve been enough for him to break the link. He didn’t seem to think he could, but as the master of a vampire coven, I suspected his powers were stronger than he let on. The anger that I fell in my mind subsided then and I was overwhelmed by a sense of sadness as I looked at myself in the mirror, confused, wondering why I could possibly be sad. The sensation consumed me, and a flood of depression passed through my body. It was devastated, and I felt guilty.

  I shook my head and splashed more cold water on my face, thinking how stupid it was that I felt guilty for what I just done. He should be the one to feel guilty because of what he did to me. He forced a link on me mentally, and I’ve haven’t been able to be myself for the past few months. I stared at myself in the mirror, and my eyes looked back at me, full sadness.

  “You’re not allowed to be sad. Fuck you, you fucking vampire. You’re not allowed to be sad,” I said to myself in the mirror. The chatter in my mind quieted again, but I couldn’t help but still sense the feeling of sadness in my head. I sighed and did my best to push the thought from my mind as I was getting so used to doing, and turned to leave the room and all this behind me.

  The room was still empty, thankfully, and I could hear the faint crackle of the fire as it danced and flickered in the hearth. It was down to a few embers, and the warm glow in the room was comforting. This really was a strange place.

  I straightened my black sweater and ran my hands along my jeans as I walked through the room towards the door that led back out to the club. But the door led to another room, and I forgot that we had gone through a series of doors to get to where we ended up.

  The room was bare apart from a number of doors leading in opposite directions. They all looked the same, and I wasn’t sure which one headed back to the club. I stood there in silence a moment to try and listen to where the thumping beat of the music came from. I turned to my left and pressed my ear up against one of the large dark doors, and heard the rhythmic beat of the music and loud conversation on the other side.

  I sighed in relief as I pushed the door open to walk-through, but at the same time someone pushed the door in other direction and knocked me back. The large wooden door hit me in the head and threw me onto the ground with an ungraceful thud.

  “Oww, fuck,” I swore loudly as I rubbed my forehead where the door had hit me. I was sprawled on the ground, flat on my ass and my head pounded something fierce. The room was dim, and colourful lights flooded into the room as the door opened in front of me and a man came walking through.

  “Shit, I’m sorry,” the man said flustered as he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him

  I rubbed my forehead again as I pushed myself off the ground. “Watch where you’re going next time,” I muttered angrily. I then looked up at the man and gasped. I stood there shocked, my mouth hanging open like an idiot. James from the night before stood in front of me, looking just as confused as I was.

  We both stared in silence at one another for a long moment until I finally shook myself out of the daze. “What are you doing here?” I said hurriedly. I regretted snapping at him, and wondered why my first instinct was to get mad. It was obviously an acci
dent, and no fault of his since I was clumsy enough to be standing so close to the door.

  He reached out to my forehead and rubbed his thumb along where the door had hit me, and frowned. “That’s going to leave a mark,” he said. I smiled quietly at him as he ran his hand on my face. “Now, I could ask you the same thing.”

  I shrugged sheepishly at him and put my hands in my back pockets. I felt embarrassed for some reason, not that I really had any need to be. “I was in town and thought I’d come check out the bar,” I said as I looked up at him.

  He smiled at me and shrugged, “And? How do you like it?” A mischievous grin spread across his face, as if he knew exactly what I had just done or why was there.

  There was such an easy-going air about him, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, it’s alright. It’s definitely an interesting place.”

  He stepped back from me and looked me up and down and smiled. “You look great, Charlie,” he said.

  I couldn’t help but blush as I cursed myself for feeling giddy. His beautiful, warm brown eyes were kind and gentle, and he seemed genuinely happy to see me.

  “So, what are you doing here?” I asked again. He was a shifter, and I knew exactly what he was doing here. He was probably here for the same reason I was, not that I wanted to admit that to him. He suddenly became self-conscious, as I’ve figured he’d be able to smell the sex all over me. My heightened senses from my link to Erik allowed me to recognize his scent as a shifter at the bar, and I discreetly inhaled to see if I could smell anything on him. He just smelled like the same sweet musk that I had smelled the night before. But I didn’t sense any other smells on him. For some reason I felt ashamed, but he didn’t seem to mind that I was covered in the scent of three other shifters.