Sundown International: Unholy Trinity

by Cat Marsters

  All Rafa’s plans to just slip in and get some blood evaporated. His cock hardened intolerably, aching and burning, and he leaned back against the door.

  The door, which hadn’t been closed properly and made a loud click as his weight pushed it home.

  Paige jumped, her head snapping round to stare at him, and Jamie followed suit, rocketing up to a sitting position to shield Paige with his body.

  “What the hell are you doing?” he yelped.

  They were so beautiful together, Jamie’s strong arms, his muscular back, the rough stubble on his jaw; and Paige, so pale and slender, her eyes flashing green, her fangs biting her own lip. Their bodies were pressed so close together there was hardly half an inch anywhere between them.

  “I needed some blood,” Rafa said, his voice hoarse.

  “Well, you’re not getting it from me,” Jamie glowered. “Or Paige.”

  Paige, for her part, had her eyes rooted somewhere in Rafa’s midsection, and judging from the reaction of his cock, she was very interested in what was going on below his waistband.

  “There’s some on the nightstand,” she said in a whisper. “But don’t take it all, I -- I might need some…”

  “If you’re bouncing on his balls, you’ll need plenty,” Rafa said, trying hard not to think about bouncing on Jamie’s balls. His fangs grazed his own lips. He needed blood or sex, and he needed it now.

  Reaching out, Paige stretched over to the nightstand and threw a couple of blood bags to Rafa, who caught them automatically. His eyes were super-glued to the jiggle of Paige’s breasts as she moved, the tightening of Jamie’s face as she leaned and twisted with his cock still inside her.

  “You know what,” Paige said, her voice somewhat higher than usual, “I think I need some too…”

  “Could you go?” Jamie said to Rafa, but his gaze was on Paige as she tore into a blood bag and sucked its contents down. Her eyes were closed, and as she drank her nipples puckered and she shuddered. By the gasp Jamie gave, Rafa knew the pleasure of the blood was making her pussy contract.

  Without seeming to even realize she was doing it, Paige started moving again, her hips rising and falling, her nipples brushing Jamie’s chest as she moved.

  “Can’t help it, can you?” Rafa said, watching her, wanting desperately to touch her, taste her, wishing like hell that he was Jamie, that Paige was riding him. “The blood’s too strong.”

  “I’m not --” Paige’s fingers dug into Jamie’s shoulders, “I’m not going to bite him.”

  “No.” Rafa said. “You have to learn not to.”

  “Like you did?” Jamie said, but the venom had gone from his voice. Rafa figured it was probably pretty hard to stay properly mad at someone when there was a pretty girl oiling your cock.

  “I have to learn too,” he said.

  “Damn straight,” Jamie said, his voice breaking as Paige pushed him down onto his back and rose up so just the head of his cock was inside her, pressed hard against her glistening pink pussy lips. Rafa stared, transfixed, as she sank back down, taking him inside her to the balls.

  “I’m not gonna bite you,” she breathed, “I’m not, I’m not.”

  “I know you’re not, sweetheart,” Jamie grasped her hips and thrust up into her as she moved faster and faster. Rafa thought he might come just from watching them.

  “I’m not gonna bite you, I’m not gonna bite you, I’m -- I -- Rafa,” she moaned, her voice one rising note. Her body was arching forward, her fangs out. “I want to bite -- I need, I --”

  Faster than he’d moved in years, Rafa was on the bed behind her, arms wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her back against him.

  “You’re not biting anybody,” he said firmly.

  “I --”

  “No. You start now, you’ll never stop.”

  “I could bite you,” she said desperately, trying to reach his arm with her teeth.

  “No. You have to get used to sex without blood,” he said, and realized he was telling himself as much as her. His own blood was pounding in his veins, his fangs were aching to sink into her soft white neck, and his cock throbbed painfully inside his sweatpants. If it wasn’t for that fabric barrier, he’d probably have pushed inside her ass and ridden her until she screamed.

  But he wasn’t fucking her, and he wasn’t biting her.

  “Look at me, I’m growing,” he muttered, and over Paige’s shoulder, Jamie’s incredulous eyes met his. “Turn around, sweetheart,” he said, lifting her off Jamie’s cock and sparing a moment to admire it.

  “Hey, what --” Jamie began, but then Rafa turned Paige to face him and grasped Jamie’s cock in one hand to guide it back inside her.

  Both of them moaned. Rafa smiled.

  “That’s it,” he encouraged, lifting her hips and kissing her breasts. “You just keep on doing that.”

  Her blood was pounding, he could hear it. This was going to be a test, whether he could kiss her and lick her without biting her.

  But he had to. Had to help her learn, and he couldn’t do that if he was breaking the rules.

  Damn it.

  Rafa sucked one of Paige’s sweet nipples into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, his hand sliding down her stomach to caress her clit. She cried out, “Oh God, oh yes,” and Rafa ripped his head back before he bit her nipple off.

  He watched her for a second, bucking and writhing, taking all of Jamie’s cock inside her sweet, tight pussy, and then he dipped his head to get a taste for himself.

  Jamie stared at Paige’s smooth back, still too stunned to really take in what was happening. Not only was Paige naked with him, but so was Rafa. And he didn’t mind.

  It’s got to be some vampire blood thing, he thought dazedly as Paige shook and screamed. When she rose up on her knees he could see his own cock inside her and he was having to recite demon classifications in his head to keep from coming.

  Fingers brushed his cock and he closed his eyes, moaning. Paige was so wet and tight around him, sliding and thrusting and convulsing, and now she was stroking him, and now --

  Oh.

  Holy.

  Fuck.

  Now someone was licking him. Someone was licking his balls and the base of his cock as Paige bounced up and down on him. Rafa was licking his cock. And from the sounds Paige was making as she arched her back, her hair tickling his chest, he was licking her too.

  Jamie reached up and caressed her ribs, her stomach, and finally her breasts, squeezing her nipples as she shook and moaned and came, screaming his name and Rafa’s. The tongue on his balls continued to flick back and forth, underneath, round the base of his cock, and Paige convulsed tightly around him, and then white-hot lightning exploded behind Jamie’s eyes and he came too.

  Chapter Eight

  Trembling, Paige sank back against Jamie and his arms came around her, holding her as if he hardly had any energy left. Well, she wasn’t surprised. She felt like a rag doll herself. Limp, sticky with sweat, she closed her eyes and waited for the world to stop spinning so damn fast.

  Jamie’s lips brushed her neck. “You okay?”

  She nodded shakily. “I think this is the okayest I’ve ever been.”

  She felt the vibration of his laughter against her back and opened her eyes. “I need a drink.”

  A blood bag appeared in front of her. “Here.”

  It was Rafa. His eyes were inky dark, his fangs gleaming. His bare chest glistened with sweat.

  Tearing into the bag, Paige tried to think of something to say. But what the hell did you say to a man who’d interrupted you having sex with the man you loved -- and gave you the most incredible orgasm you’d ever had?

  “I, er,” she began, feeling her cheeks heat up. Rafa silently took the empty bag from her and tossed it to the floor. “That was…”

  “You don’t have to say anything,” he said, and slid one hand around the back of her neck, drawing her to him and kissing her. On his lips she tasted herself and Jamie, and her pussy contrac
ted.

  Jamie was still inside her. She’d forgotten that, until his cock twitched. He was still inside her, but soft and sated, whereas Rafa was kneeling between her spread legs, his thick cock burning against her. She found herself pressing closer, rubbing her clit against his penis as he kissed her.

  Rafa growled low in his throat. “Do that any more and I’ll be inside you in a second.”

  Paige gulped, her eyes widening as she looked up at his feral expression.

  “Promise not to bite me, and you can do anything you want,” she whispered.

  Rafa growled louder. Jamie’s arms tightened around her.

  “And no biting Jamie, either,” she added quickly.

  “Done,” Rafa said, and before she could even think about what she’d just promised, he had her on her knees and was pushing into her from behind.

  “Paige,” Jamie said, looking up at her from where he lay beneath her, and she knew he’d stop Rafa if she wanted him to. But she didn’t want him to. The beast had awoken inside Paige, and it wasn’t going to be satisfied until she’d been fucked so thoroughly she couldn’t see straight.

  “It’s okay,” she said, and stretched forward to kiss him as Rafa gripped her hips and plunged in deep. Paige mimicked his actions, thrusting her tongue into Jamie’s mouth, clutching him as Rafa rode her hard. “After all,” she murmured through swollen lips, “I need to learn.”

  “I’d say you’re already pretty gifted,” Jamie murmured, kissing her neck.

  “You know what I mean.”

  “Hello,” Rafa said from behind her, pushing in so deep his balls brushed her clit, “I’m Rafa, and I’m inside you. Are you even remotely with me?”

  Paige met Jamie’s eyes, and giggled. “Very much so,” she said. “Maybe I need something to occupy my mouth.”

  “Maybe,” Rafa said, sliding one hand around and massaging her clit, which totally stole Paige’s breath. It was a second before she could get her words out and tell Jamie, “Move up. Sit up.”

  “What?”

  “I want to suck your cock.”

  Jamie moved faster than she’d ever seen him, and she’d have laughed if it wasn’t for Rafa altering the angle of his penetration and making her moan as Jamie’s cock came into view in front of her mouth.

  She licked her lips, and sucked him inside.

  He wasn’t fully erect yet, but that didn’t matter. His cock was still slippery with her juices, and she went light-headed at the thought as she swirled her tongue around the head.

  “Careful, sweetheart,” Rafa’s voice came from a great distance. He ran his finger round her clit in a circle. “No teeth.”

  “No, really no teeth,” Jamie said, and she rolled her eyes and licked his balls. “But that, that right there, that’s really good,” he said, about an octave higher.

  She couldn’t believe she was doing this, sucking one man’s cock while another rammed into her from behind. Rafa’s cock was huge and it felt even bigger at this angle, filling her completely. Her body swayed with each thrust, her aching nipples brushing the sheets. Jamie thrust gently into her mouth, and she stroked his balls as she took his cock as far down as she could.

  “Ah God… oh, Paige,” he moaned, his fingers sliding through her hair. “Christ, don’t stop.”

  But she did, pulling her head back and snapping her teeth together in shocked pleasure as Rafa’s finger, slippery from stroking her pussy, pressed against her anus.

  “Paige?” Jamie said, sounding dazed.

  “Want me to stop?” Rafa’s voice was silky smooth.

  “No,” she said, and bent to swallow Jamie’s cock even deeper.

  Unbelievable pleasure washed over Paige in tidal waves as Jamie thrust into her mouth and Rafa into her pussy, both of them driving deep. Then Rafa’s finger pushed into her ass, and her whole body trembled.

  She pulled back from Jamie’s cock, mumbling, “I’m sorry, I don’t want to -- oh, Jesus God -- I don’t want to hurt you…”

  Jamie’s fingers tightened on her skull for a moment, then his hands slid down to her arms, pulled her against him, and slid down under her so her head was pressed against his chest.

  He held her as Rafa fucked her pussy and her ass so thoroughly she came over and over, shuddering and shaking. And when Rafa leaned over her and a little voice inside her said ‘He’s going to bite you’, it was Jamie who pushed him back, held him off.

  “No, no biting,” Rafa mumbled, and Paige looked up at Jamie who smiled at her, even though she was getting fucked by another man, even though she’d sucked his cock and just left it.

  “I --” she began, and then Rafa came deep inside her and at the same time pushed another finger into her ass, and another orgasm overtook her completely by surprise, hitting so hard she blacked out.

  When it was over, she found herself lying on her back, her legs wide apart, every part of her body singing. Beside her, Jamie was reaching back and clutching at the headboard as Rafa eagerly deep-throated him.

  She stared for a long second or two as Jamie’s penis disappeared almost entirely into Rafa’s mouth. It was simply the hottest thing she’d ever seen, and despite being so exhausted she could barely move her eyeballs, a tiny spasm of lust ran through her.

  With effort, she reached out and twined her fingers through Jamie’s, and rather raggedly, he looked down and smiled at her. Then his head shot back, his hips bucked, and Rafa swallowed repeatedly.

  Paige, her pussy sopping wet, her nipples tight and aching, her mouth bruised and her ass sore, looked up at them both, and laughed.

  * * *

  Paige lay sleeping in the middle of the big bed, her hair fanned out across the pillows. Jamie stood watching her -- he’d been here ten minutes and had yet to see her chest rise or fall.

  “How quickly we forget,” Rafa murmured behind him, and Jamie jumped, because he hadn’t heard the door open. “She’ll breathe when she’s awake, out of habit, but she’s already forgotten about it in her sleep.”

  Jamie said nothing. He couldn’t think of anything to say. A few hours ago this man had been swallowing his come. What the hell did you say after that? “Thanks man, let’s do it again some time?” No!

  Especially when he kind of did want to do it again.

  “I’m going into the office for a few hours,” Rafa said, shrugging into a shirt. “There’s plenty of blood in the fridge downstairs, and normal human food if you’re hungry.” He paused. “That is, I assume you’re staying.”

  Jamie nodded, his eyes still on Paige. “I don’t think she should be left alone.”

  “No. Not right now. I think…”

  Rafa trailed off, an occurrence so rare Jamie turned to look at him.

  “I think she needs someone familiar,” Rafa said, carefully, as if he was still thinking about it. “I think… she needs you.”

  Jamie had spent many years hiding his reactions to statements like this. The hope that it might be true hurt even more than the knowledge that it wouldn’t be. “Maybe,” he said.

  “She loves you.”

  That hurt even more.

  “Paige and I are just friends,” he said automatically, and Rafa gave him an incredulous look.

  “Friends who fuck each other silly? Friends who go off fighting vampires for each other? Friends who cross hundreds of miles to be together? Yeah. Wish I had friends like that.”

  Jamie said nothing. If Paige loved him, it was a platonic love, the way she’d love a pet or something.

  “And did I mention the sex?” Rafa added.

  “That was -- look, she’s having big problems with bloodlust right now, and --”

  Rafa rolled his eyes. “Jesus Christ, do you like being in denial or something?”

  “No, I just never saw the point in false hopes,” Jamie said coldly.

  There was a short silence.

  “She does love you,” Rafa said, more quietly. “I can feel it. You’re the one she trusts.”

  “Trusts, yes, but --” />
  “She thinks about you. Even when I was inside her, she was thinking about you. She doesn’t want to hurt you. She likes being held by you. She thinks you’re a fantastic kisser.”

  “What, you’re a mind-reader now?” Jamie said, filing away the bit about kissing.

  “No. Well, yes, simple minds, I can read those, any Master worth his salt can -- but Paige… she’s too complex. Too strong. I don’t think many vamps could read her.”

  “So how do you know what she’s thinking?”

  “I don’t. But I do know what she’s feeling.”

  Great, Jamie thought, another bloody Master trick. Empathy or some… thing…

  Although a Master was most strongly empathic with his Childer.

  Very strongly.

  Jamie became aware that he was breathing about as much as Paige, and sucked in a lungful of air.

  “Yeah,” Rafa said.

  “You are kidding me,” Jamie wheezed.

  “Nope.”

  “Paige is -- ?”

  Into the soft silence, Rafa said, “She’s my Childe. The only one I’ve ever created.”

  They both regarded Paige, peacefully asleep.

  “Is that what -- what it was all about?” Jamie said, his face heating up. “Sex without blood?”

  “She needs to learn,” Rafa said. “Has to control herself. I can’t…” He sighed. “I can’t let her turn into me,” he said.

  “She never would,” Jamie said bluntly.

  “Treat her like a slave, a whore, feed from her constantly but never let her feed, fuck her insensible all hours of the day and finally let her bite when she’s so crazed with bloodlust she’s liable to kill -- and then she would.”

  Jamie closed his eyes. “Caleb really was a psycho.”

  “Yes, he was, which is why I killed him in ways you probably don’t want to know about.”

  “I’m a big boy now,” Jamie said, and Rafa paused just a fraction of a second too long before he said, “I know you are.”

  Jamie’s face got hotter.

  “Look. I need to take care of Paige. I need to help her… help her learn and understand and become strong. I can feel her in here,” Rafa touched his chest, “and it makes me warmer than I’ve been since I last walked in the sun. She has so much strength, so much intelligence and vitality, she glows. I saw it, I felt it when I first saw her and now she’s… she’s inside me. She might just be my salvation.”