Double Your Trouble

by Belita Renn

  "Now that was rude.” Grasping her nape in a large cool hand, another male with a deep, sensual voice rudely lifted Gana to her feet.

  Dear Canaan, two! Of course, there could be more, but there were definitely two of the monsters standing here terrorizing her. Her attempt to escape had failed miserably. The weight of her failure sat on her chest like a stone pressing against her heart.

  Why hadn't she taken the time to discover there was more than one vampire? Why hadn't she been wise and warned the village? Now, it could be a long time before someone else discovered the killer's secret.

  If only she had told Saul. Even if he had thought her crazed, one person may have been enough to save lives. But it was too late for worrying over that now. Too late for the villagers who would die because she had been foolish in thinking she could handle the situation without help. She would be responsible for all the deaths that would follow. Each death would mark her soul for further torture in hell's fire.

  He drew her against his chest, and lifted her against his hard torso. “Lay your head on my shoulder,” he ordered.

  Dropping her head onto his shoulder, Gana saw him smile, as she accepted her fate. She only wanted it to be over. They lifted into the air, and Gana would have fallen had he not held onto her, for she didn't have the strength to save herself. Her side felt as though a nail had been stabbed through it. Her lungs burned and strained to do their job. Although she knew any effort she made was a waste of time, instinct forced her to continue struggling for her life. If she had a knife, Gana would have killed herself to rob them of their victory. Thoughts of being used as a meal flashed in her mind. How long could they keep her alive and feed from her body? The horror of constant torture, while begging for death, made her shudder with terror. She prayed they would kill her quickly, and thought to remind them that the female's death had been swift. When he landed, they were in the castle courtyard again. She struggled slightly, which was all the feeble strength she had. Her captor hefted her onto his shoulder, knocking the air from her lungs. Gana struggled to catch her breath as she dangled like a rag doll over his shoulder. The second vampire followed with long, graceful strides. She was able to see his long legs gliding behind them in the moonlight. The castle's dark walls seemed to close in on them, and blocked the light until they passed into a beam of moonlight entering through a high window.

  The dungeon door was swept open by the creature carrying her, and they passed through the opening. Grasping the back of his coat, she pushed her body up. Able to see the shadow of the beast behind her, she wondered if they were both going to feed from her before she died. Would it hurt?

  The beast swung her off his shoulder and held her dangling before him, then he pressed his lips to her mouth.

  "I don't believe I have ever seen a human run as hard, or as long, as you did. You are a courageous woman. I admire that quality in humans. Humans’ belief that they have a chance against unbeatable odds is an admirable trait I quite enjoy.” He considered her for a moment. “You are quite lovely. As you killed Destra, I think you should take her place as our mistress."

  "No, I don't want to be a vampire. Kill me,” she puffed out in a strangled whisper.

  "We aren't going to kill you.” A light flared as the second vampire lit an oil lamp in the dungeon. When she glanced in his direction, she saw he wasn't holding anything to have lit the wick. “I'm Valo, and that rude fellow holding you is Cader. Destra was our mistress. Admittedly not a friendly vampire, still, she had strong sexual desires. Your presence here is proof we should not have brought her to this small village. Too late, we discovered her penchant for killing, which is why we left our previous home. This was her opportunity for a new start, and a chance at a different kind of life. Obviously, she failed, and for this, we apologize. It was not our intention to bring death to your people.

  "We are Carpathians, slightly different from vampires,” the man with chocolate hair continued. He wore black clothing, making it difficult to determine exactly what he was wearing. It appeared to be different from the clothing the men in the village wore. The oddity of his clothing attracting her attention, she didn't bother looking at his shadowed face.

  "Definitely less violent,” Cader, the angelic vampire holding her, injected.

  The second vampire, Valo nodded. “I don't know if a human can serve us as well as a vampire or Carpathian, but I am willing to give you the opportunity to discover the complete extent of your sensual nature."

  "How generous.” She mocked his confidence, although she admired it. Both vampires were remarkably handsome. Valo had dark brown hair, black eyes and strong features with a light stubble of beard. Cader had black hair, black eyes and smooth, soft features. Their skin was a pale pink and their frames large and muscular. Both appeared as virile as Valo had boasted. He didn't sound as if he had been in love with the female vampire, but she had been their mate. How like an unnatural creature to have an unorthodox sexual pairing.

  The thought of a pair of males making love to her teased her mind with possibilities. She had never been overly interested in coupling. But the thought of two ... it titillated the imagination. A couple of nude bodies touching her at once ... it teased. Two sets of hands ... it enticed. A pair of mouths ... it tantalized. Her pelvis pulsed with desire. If only they were human, I would be pleased to be their mistress.

  "I have no sensual nature.” Rudely, she challenged their assumptions. It was true that she hadn't had a sensual nature before meeting them. She had tried sex and her body hadn't responded. Why was it reacting now?

  "Then you will not mind if we discover if you speak the truth? If you are lying, I could be persuaded to punish you,” Cader warned. “Do you enjoy being punished?” He sounded as though he were looking forward to punishing her. Advancing across the room, he approached a long horizontal rack used for torture. A mattress had been placed on the flatbed between the huge wheels with thick rope wrapped around them. Two dangling ends on each side of the wheels had loops for holding limbs captive.

  He gained her full attention. “Punish me? You said you were definitely less violent than a vampire."

  "True. And I meant it. There are pleasurable ways of punishing.” Valo's black eyes seemed to flash fire in their depths, convincing her he was totally serious.

  "Pleasurable for whom?"

  "Us, of course. And you.” The vague sentence could mean almost anything. However, they did have a mattress in the dungeon. It was lying on the bed of an instrument of torture. A rack for stretching the arms and legs with ropes tied to wheels. “Some women experience intense sexual pleasure from punishment."

  "I don't think I am one of them.” Her gaze touched the mattress they were advancing toward. Will they tie me with the ropes and stretch me until I scream? Or will they fondle me ... without my permission? Images of them touching, and arousing her, in spite of her determination to resist, while she was unable to defend herself popped into her mind. Her sheath pulsed with excitement.

  "Very well, we won't punish you unless you decide you want to try it. Ah, I see by your expressive eyes that mattress interests you. I hear your rushing blood, and smell your scent of arousal. I believe you would like to discover, if twee mannelijks kan plezier jij meer dan een.” He shifted into Dutch. Although she didn't know the words, she had heard the language spoken by a traveler not more than a month ago.

  "English, Cader, English. He said he believes you would like to discover if two males could pleasure you more than one. Is he right?"

  His smooth features made Cader appear angelic. Appearing so sweet made him more deceptive than his companion. His beauty was so perfect, she felt drawn to his innocent appeal, in spite of knowing that it was deceptive. Not that Valo appeared demonic. Although his dark brown hair was a lighter shade than Cader's black locks, Valo's features revealed his aggressive nature. He appeared commanding and determined. Still, he was beautiful, and she was drawn to his masculine appeal. Knowing they were evil made it harder to resist the emo
tions flooding her body. She denied the fact that their irresistible beauty appealed to her.

  They were waiting for a response. Gana had an instinctive feeling that the question was merely meant to tease her sexual appetites. Any fool would assume two could pleasure more than one, unless that one was indeed skilled in the art of carnal knowledge. Even if she was curious to discover the answer in practice instead of theory, she wasn't about to admit it to these two arrogant creatures. Blast it all, how did she end up having a discussion about sex with these two, when they weren't even human? “No. You are wasting your time, unless you intend to force me,” she retorted.

  "She has fortitude. No, we won't force you, but we know you are aroused by us. I do believe being helpless arouses her.” Cader sounded as though he approved. Placing her on the mattress with care, as though she were a precious child, he smiled at her.

  "Are you still frightened? we can calm you.” Stepping forward, Valo queried seriously. He spat on a finger, then shoved it between her lips. She jerked her head away in revulsion and turned to face the opposite side of the bed. She exposed the pulsing vein in her neck to Valo's view. Should he choose to give in to the temptation to bite her jugular, it would put an end to her torture. The taste of his saliva was in her mouth; surprisingly sweet and fresh. The scent of rain filled her nostrils; it was their scent.

  Cader stood on the far side of the bed and shoved his finger into her mouth. Her eyes caught sight of the spittle on the pad a moment before the finger entered her mouth. A shudder of repugnance shook her body. His free hand caught the back of her head and held it in place. What are they trying to do to me? The sweet flavor of their saliva flowed over her taste buds. The band of fear squeezing her lungs eased. Her head felt oddly light, as though she had drunk a large goblet of sweet wine. Her mind felt detached from her emotions. Fear no longer controlled her thoughts. Instinctively, she relaxed and began licking the finger in her mouth.

  "See, she wants us,” he told his companion, then groaned with desire. “God, that makes me want my cock in your sweet mouth."

  Their crisp scent was in every breath she inhaled. “What have you done to me?” Gana demanded, sliding her mouth back from his finger. She thought this was part of a ritual, and they were changing her into a vampire. Her heart lurched, but steadied into a slow beat in her chest. Their saliva kept her calm.

  "Nothing to be afraid of, my dear, it will calm your fears, nothing more. The affects take only a moment to work. It has done all it is going to do.” Leaning over her, Valo looked into her eyes and smiled.

  Perhaps she was feeling slightly stimulated by the possibilities of pleasure two males could provide. It didn't naturally follow that the two men had to be these two males. They were handsome devils, and something about them seemed to pull at her soul, making her long to touch them. It was as though they emitted a form of sensual lure to entice her. Still, she could never admit this, and her curiosity could be satisfied by two men in the village, should she choose to indulge in discovery.

  The smile proved to be as deceptive as she had expected. Taking her hands in one large grasp, he tied her wrists together with a piece of rope he had lying at the end of the mattress.

  "Why are you tying me?” Breathing between parted lips, her arousal increased. Her body tensed with anticipation.

  "So you will not hurt us, or yourself, while you are frightened. Once you trust us more, we will release you.” Laying her hands above her head, he tied the end of the rope to the spindle at the end of the bed. At the same time, Cader tied her ankles, and fastened the rope to the end of the bed. “We are doing this because if you were to draw blood, it might entice us, and bring out our aggressive natures. We don't want that to happen. We only wish to be able to discuss our proposition with you,” Cader enlarged on Valo's explanation.

  She had to twist, and strain her head to see how they were fastening her down. Convinced she was securely trapped, she sighed and rested her head on the mattress.

  "Rest easy and enjoy your arousal, we are not going to hurt our new playmate,” Cader assured her, raking a hand through his black hair; he disheveled it in an attractive manner. She wondered if anything could make him unappealing.

  "Somehow, your words don't make me feel safe. I would prefer to die than live as your prisoner.” She conveyed her feelings of disgust. Some of that abhorrence was self-directed for being tempted by two unnatural creatures. Her breasts rising above her body with each deep drawn breath, was her body's way of thrusting them up to tease them.

  Valo's dark brown eyebrows arched. “A more persuasive reason to keep you alive I cannot think of at the moment, as we do not plan to keep you prisoner,” he said with an easy grin. “We want it to be your choice to stay and be our lover. There can be many advantages to being our mistress."

  He really did have a mischievous expression when he grinned as he was now. She found it appealing. Damn!

  Stop it! Must I fight myself as much as these males? With fear no longer filling her thoughts, she was susceptible to the lust she was feeling for them. Shaking off the wayward thoughts, she forced herself to focus on the truth that they were not men. “Then why force me to come here?"

  "We want you to come live here in the castle with us. You couldn't know this unless we talked to you. You wouldn't have an opportunity to meet us, if we hadn't made ourselves known to you. Plus, we had to prove we wouldn't harm you to gain your trust.” Smiling, Cader ran his hand up her thigh. His cool fingers felt like a chill running up her flesh, but it landed in her female core, making a hot shiver of desire course through her pelvis. “Valo is right. You enjoy being helpless. I can tell by your expressive eyes. Your crotch is growing wet with your juices about now,” he stated.

  Stubbornly, she refused to acknowledge his comment. She marveled at how soft and supple his flesh felt. It was almost as though there was no material concealing, or protecting, her flesh from the caressing touch. He stroked over her stomach through her clothing, admiring her form. His touch caused her muscles to clench and quiver with awareness. As he continued upward toward her breast, her breathing grew rapid, her flesh tightened in anticipation of Cader's fingers against the sensitive flesh. Her nipples embarrassed her by rising from the smooth mound into a hardening nub. It was a relief, as well as pleasure, when his hand covered her breast. His thumb and finger plucked the swollen nipple, turning it into a hard pebble. She felt each tug deep in her vagina as an ache of desire. She heard the soft moan of passion a moment before realizing it had come from between her parted lips.

  Heat burned her cheeks, as she felt embarrassment that he could draw these feelings from her body filled her mind.

  Walking his fingers up her chest, he slid his hand up her neck to cup her jaw. Fastening her eyes on Cader's adorable face, she felt longing tug at her insides. He stroked his pale index finger over her lips and smiled, revealing two white canines. Those extended teeth reminded her beyond any doubt that this was not a normal man. They brought home to her the reality that this angelic looking creature was evil. She would be foolish to believe herself safe merely because they chose to tell her that she was. There was no guarantee that could force them to honor their words.

  "You like me touching you, I can tell by the dilation of your eyes, your shallow breath, and your rapid heartbeat.” Cader cast a glance at his companion. “Did you notice she has a perfect oval face, Valo, and full, kissable, heart-shaped lips?” Puckering, he mocked kissing her. “And look at those flashing green eyes? We are not making fun of you, sweetheart. We are totally serious in our interest. Forgive our habit of talking about you, we mean no insult. It is our way. Over many years of spending time together, Valo and I have formed patterns that are difficult to break."

  "How do you expect her to believe you, when you are acting like a boy with his first girl? We have found ourselves a real treasure. Treat her properly,” Valo admonished, smoothing his hand over her hair. “She is a beauty. I particularly admire the soft curls in these lovely
honey colored tresses.” Standing on the other side of the mattress, he lifted strands of her waist-length hair and ran his fingers through the soft tresses. “As soft as corn silk."

  "Forgive me. I am as excited as a randy boy. I am as keen to see your pubis curls as I was with the first woman I bedded,” Cader admitted. Gana knew he was watching her to enjoy her shocked expression over his bold words. Cader was titillating himself, and teasing her mind with the anticipation of the youthful feelings he described. While she did believe he was excited, she didn't feel inclined to oblige his mischievous fun at her expense. They had experience in seduction, but she wasn't going to be an easy conquest. Instead, she snorted, and shifted her eyes away from him in a haughty manner.

  She schooled her features to reveal nothing of her excitement. It was new for her to be so aroused and she wasn't comfortable with it. Perhaps she did enjoy being bound and at their mercy.

  Sliding his hand down her throat, Valo moved his fingers down the narrow lapels at the front of her gown. Deftly, he opened the buttons to her waist. Skimming his finger up the parted lapels to her ribs, he slipped his fingers inside and cupped the bottom of her breast. “I am aware of your arousal.” Although there was a chemise between her flesh and his, she felt every movement of his cool fingers as he gently squeezed. His thumb rasped across the tip of her turgid nipple. The sensation was so intense, her back arched up off the mattress, seeking more.

  "At dawn, I will release you. We want you to stay and live here with us, but we understand you must have time to consider. While we sleep, you will find adequate food in the kitchen. Please clean up after yourself, we have no servants. I believe you already know you can never tell anyone about us. If you leave, we want you to return before dark to be our lover, but you won't, will you, my beauty? You are the type who needs a strong hand in control, just as you are enjoying being bound and having us touch you. It titillates you to be stubborn, and have someone insist."