by Tamsin Baker
“Please?”
Piers took a moment to look at her. He stroked her face with his fingertips, then kissed her. His lips were different, and he used less of his tongue than the other two, but his kisses made her long for more.
Lucas moved down her belly, and then she felt Thomas attach his lips to one of her breasts.
Maryanne broke off from kissing the beautiful Piers and looked down to watch Lucas settle between her thighs, his large shoulders pushing her legs apart.
“What are you doing?” she shrieked as his fingers began tracing the folds between her legs.
She tried to pull back from him, horror filling her even as he smiled a devil-may-care smile.
“I’m loving you.”
It was the last thing Lucas said before he dropped his head.
LUCAS LOOKED DOWN AT the female flesh that would be his for eternity. Every cell of his being was screaming at him to claim her. Fuck her. Bite her.
To quickly pleasure her in every way, all at once. But she was very new to lovemaking, and Lucas knew that if they destroyed this first time with her, there would be no recovery from it.
Instead, he concentrated on loving her.
He dropped his head to suck her little pink clitoris into his mouth.
She screamed and tried to bring her legs together.
He understood her fear and reluctance to share this with him, but he needed to eat her in this way before he saturated all of his other senses. He wanted to bring her the greatest amount of pleasure, and this was the best way be knew to do that.
He pushed her fleshy thighs further apart and held her open as he loved her with his mouth, running his tongue down the seam of her pussy and licking the cream that was weeping from her. He moaned as her flavor flooded his taste buds.
He couldn’t stop the way his fangs protruded across his lower lip. He looked at her inside thigh, at the thick, pulsing vein that was there.
Soon, he reminded himself, very soon.
He moved his hand closer and inserted two long fingers into her wet centre. Her body opened and seemed to suck him in as she clenched around them.
She screamed and arched her back. Lucas looked up and saw Piers alternating kissing her lips and face, while Thomas was suckling her breasts.
He stared for long moments at the vision before him.
How perfect is that?
Lucas began thrusting his fingers in and out of her. They made wet, slurping sounds as her greedy body encouraged him to keep moving.
He wanted his cock in her soon, but needed to hear her scream for him first. If she didn’t, and he couldn’t satisfy her, what sort of mate and lover was he?
Lucas attached his lips to Maryanne’s clit once again and her pussy tightened around his fingers. He curled them, rubbed her internal walls, and used his tongue to flick and lick her swollen, juicy little nub.
“Lucas ... I ... what’s happening?”
Lucas looked up at her. Red, sweaty and thrashing, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
“Come for us, Maryanne.”
He could see her confusion but knew there was no way of truly explaining it to her. So he moved his fingers faster and sucked her clit. He waited until he felt her stiffen and cry out to him.
Her body began to convulse, and her pussy spasmed around his fingers. He couldn’t stop himself as he turned his head and sank his fangs into the blood of her inner thigh.
Sweet, perfect blood flowed into Lucas’ body.
He stopped quickly as he knew the effect such blood would have on him. He was already drunk with pleasure.
He crawled up her body and while she was still shaking from her orgasm, lined up his cock and thrust to the hilt into her wet pussy.
“Oh fuuuuck,” he swore, his cock about to spill its seed from one thrust. Never had he felt a more perfect woman.
Maryanne wrapped her legs around him and looked up, her eyes filled with awe.
He dropped his head to claim her lips as he began to move. He couldn’t keep a slow pace—his body was too close to the edge from pleasuring her.
Lucas thrust into her harder and faster. He felt the missing links and groaned in bliss as both Lucas and Piers touched his shoulders.
Once connected, Lucas let go. Maryanne’s tight pussy milked him like perfection and with her hoarse cries of pleasure ringing in his ears, his balls exploded and he came deep inside her.
Conscious not to crush her, he rolled quickly to the side. Thomas had moved out of the way, thank God.
Still panting, he withdrew from her body and stroked her face.
“Are you all right?”
Tears leaked down Maryanne’s face. “All right? That was the most incredible thing I have ever ... oh, my.”
She looked down her body again, and Lucas turned to see Thomas kneeling between her legs.
“Maryanne, I need you also.”
Maryanne reached out her arms, and Thomas fell into them. Lucas watched as his mate kissed their woman and slid his long, thick cock into her. Her head fell back as she moaned and wrapped her legs around him.
Lucas’ head was swimming like he’d imbibed a bottle of whiskey. Her blood, his orgasm, even just the contact with her was enough to almost cause him to pass out from pleasure.
Piers stood behind him on the carpet, so Lucas rolled over and rose, joining his young mate.
“How was it, Luc?” Piers asked him, his voice full of excitement as he watched Thomas and Maryanne together.
Lucas walked behind Piers and wrapped his arms around the young, eager pup.
Piers positively shook with the effort to hold himself back, but Lucas was impressed with his restraint, waiting last to be with their woman.
Lucas whispered into his mate’s ear. “She feels better than any woman ever has, and her blood is so sweet I had to stop before I died of pleasure.”
Piers groaned and shifted as they watched Thomas move faster and harder. He was fucking Maryanne with abandon now, and she was glorying in it. Her body was arching, and her moans were getting louder.
“She’s going to come again,” Lucas groaned, as his soft cock began to harden again. Nothing affected him more than his mates’ pleasure.
And somehow, he knew that Maryanne’s cries of pleasure would always get to him the most.
Maryanne screamed once again in climax, and Thomas bit into her neck just as she began to shake. Thomas fucked her deeply once more, his buttocks clenched tight as he, too, poured himself into her.
Thomas broke away from her neck and fell onto her.
Lucas and Piers moved to the bed.
Piers took his position at the end, and Lucas tugged at Thomas’ shoulders.
“You’re crushing her, Thomas.”
Thomas rolled off her immediately. “I am so sorry, my love.”
Maryanne simply gave him a limp smile. “Sorry? That was incredible.”
She looked up at their young mate standing before her, waiting his turn as Thomas stood up to join Lucas. Lucas tried hard not to laugh as he watched Thomas lose his balance.
“Oh my God...” Thomas fell into his arms. Lucas lost the battle then and did laugh.
“I know. She is divine.”
He turned Thomas in his arms, so that they could watch Piers with her.
Piers knelt on the bed, his cock red and swollen. Pre-cum beaded in the slit. “Maryanne, I want you so badly. But if you don’t want me, or you are too sore...”
Lucas choked back the emotion that tightened his chest at seeing Piers show so much compassion. The growth he’d shown in the past few days had been more than most people changed in a decade.
Maryanne smiled a tired smile and held out her arms once again. “I don’t know if I can please you, too, but if you want me...”
Lucas’s cock was now fully hard again, and he began rubbing it between Thomas’s buttocks. He would need Thomas’ body this night also.
Piers groaned in response to Maryanne’s words and reached dow
n for her ankles. He flipped her over onto her stomach and then tugged her back so that she was on her hands and knees.
“Piers, what are you doing?” Her worried voice made Lucas frown. They had to be careful not to scare her.
Piers knelt behind her, stroked his hands down her back and gripped her hips.
“You’ll love it, trust me.”
And he pulled her back.
Maryanne screamed out as Piers’ cock slid into her. She reached up to grab his hand, and her breathing changed as she panted with pleasure once again.
Lucas moaned as his arousal slid higher.
God, she is going to kill me.
“Oh my God.” Piers threw his head back and began fucking her with long, fast strokes. Always the talker of their group, he lavished praise on Maryanne as he and Thomas hadn’t.
“Maryanne, you feel like Heaven itself. I could die right now and be happy because we have found you at last.”
Maryanne dropped her chest down to the mattress and clawed at the bed with her other hand.
“You are perfect, beautiful, everything we have ever hoped for. More than we dreamed was possible.”
“Piers, I’m going to...”
Maryanne began to moan and thrash her head.
“Come for me, Maryanne. Let me feel that pussy clench around my cock.”
The erotic words had Thomas tilting his pelvis for Lucas, and Lucas had to stop himself from bending his mate over the bed also.
Maryanne stretched both of her hands out in front of her in a gesture they had seen too often from Piers, looking for them.
He and Thomas heeded her body’s call for them and moved to the bed.
Thomas bent over the bed and reached out for one of her hands. Lucas groaned at the sight of Thomas’ arse open to him, but he lay on top of his mate and reached for Maryanne’s other hand.
Lightning shot through them, and Lucas howled. His cock throbbed with unrelenting pressure. He had to do it.
“Maryanne, I have to. I’m sorry.”
He gripped her hand and opened Thomas up with the other.
Thomas tilted his hips up, and Lucas pressed his cock against the opening to Thomas’ body.
Maryanne turned her face to look at them, and Lucas felt a moment of fear. Would she be repulsed by them?
Instead she panted, “Piers, please. I want to watch them.”
Piers showed amazing restraint by pulling out of her and gripping her hips. “Then let us watch.”
He pulled her off the end of the bed so that they were also standing, but so that she could see the profile of Lucas and Thomas fucking. Piers pushed her back down a little and slid into her once more.
Lucas felt the loss of her hand in his, but his lust was overwhelming him as Maryanne’s renewed sounds of pleasure reached his ears.
He reached over for the oil and liberally poured some over Thomas, lined his cock up and thrust into his mate’s arse as fast as he could.
“Fuck!” Thomas screamed and pushed back against him in a sign of needing more.
Lucas held onto Thomas’ hips and took him hard. Over and over, he fucked him. He looked over and saw Maryanne’s face alive with wonder and pleasure.
Piers began to moan, and Maryanne gasped.
“Come!” Piers yelled, fucking Maryanne fast and furious.
With a strangled cry, Maryanne screamed with her own orgasm, and Piers bent forward and bit into her shoulder. His jerky movements indicated his own orgasm as he gave their mate all of him.
Piers and Maryanne collapsed forward onto the bed, but Lucas kept moving. His balls were tightening, and pleasure was tingling along his legs.
If he could have the other two with them it would be perfect.
“Maryanne, Piers?” Thomas panted at their mates.
Lucas knew how close Thomas was to coming again also and silently thanked his mate for being able to ask for what they both needed.
Piers lifted the almost comatose Maryanne onto the bed, and they crawled over.
Piers and Maryanne each took one of Thomas’s hands, and Thomas screamed as he began to come, his arse tightening around Lucas’s cock.
Lucas reached out one hand to Maryanne, and she took it.
His head exploded as he had the most intense orgasm of his life. His balls shot his seed into his mate, and his heart sang with happiness once again at the four of them being finally connected.
He collapsed onto Thomas, who also fell onto the bed into a tangle of heaving, sweaty bodies. A pile of arms and legs.
After long moments, he withdrew and rolled himself over.
As the oldest, he pulled Maryanne into his arms and lay with her in the centre of the bed.
“Thank you,” he whispered as he stroked her hair.
She nestled into him, and her breathing instantly changed. She was fast asleep.
Thomas snuggled in behind him, and Piers spooned Maryanne on the other side.
And together, as their complete four, they all fell asleep.
THOMAS AWOKE MERE MOMENTS before sunrise.
“Fuuuck!”
He jumped from the bed and began pulling on clothes.
“Piers! Lucas!”
They had never, ever slept somewhere they could be exposed to sunlight. Thomas could feel the tingling in his skin already. Panic set in. They could not die now.
The other two vampires opened their eyes and jumped up as well.
“What’s wrong?” Maryanne mumbled as she reached for a blanket.
Thomas, now dressed, threw a blanket over her naked form.
God, she’s beautiful.
“My love, it is almost sun-up, and we will die if exposed to daylight for more than a few minutes. Would you wait here for us? We will come for you as soon as the sun goes down.”
“Yes, I’ll stay here,” she sighed, already slipping back into sleep.
Thomas bent to kiss her, as the other two did, then eyes wide with fear, they fled underground just as the pain set in.
MARYANNE AWOKE AGAIN several hours later with the greatest sense of well-being. Her belly was sore, and she was still very sticky from her men’s combined seed, but nothing could compare to the happiness winging its way through her heart.
She stretched out in the huge bed, wishing her men were there to kiss her good morning, again.
She got up and began cleaning herself. The flesh between her legs was swollen and sore. As she washed herself, the memories of what her men had done to her last night made her blush with pleasure. Who would have known such things existed?
Vampires.
The best lovers in the world.
Once dressed, she went downstairs to ask about a light luncheon. She was light-headed from the blood loss and needed something to eat. As she opened her mouth to ask the housekeeper about some food, she was accosted by two large men who roughly grabbed her and threw her into a carriage.
Fear slammed into her, and she began to shake. She knew who these men were and what they were here to do.
They were taking her straight back to her fiancé and she knew she couldn’t go back to him. She couldn’t. Other than the fact she’d rather die than marry him, he would punish her severely for running away.
She tried to bolt from the men and would have thrown herself from the moving carriage if they hadn’t locked the doors from the outside. She screamed and banged on the windows, but the men ignored her calls.
She calmed herself when she realized she would not be able to escape, and she needed to reserve her strength. Her vampires would be sleeping all of the day. If she could escape by herself, she would.
She would not allow this man to hurt her. Her body was theirs now, not his.
When they arrived back at the horrible castle that she had once thought was her only option, she was hauled up the stone steps and thrown into her room.
Maryanne paced and waited for what felt like hours, though it could have been only ten minutes. She was terrified that he would hurt her, rape her. Worse
.
But she was more afraid of not being able to escape. She could survive what he had in store for her today, she’d done it before. She could endure it again. But as long as she escaped by the end of the day.
Courage. That was what was required.
Hugh thundered in just as she was beginning to think she should sit down.
“How the hell did you get out?”
Maryanne shrugged. How was she going to explain? She reached for a plausible lie.
“I walked out the front door.”
Hugh stood over her. His breath smelled of whiskey, and he tried using his physical size to intimidate her. That wasn’t going to happen after meeting Lucas. Hugh was small in comparison.
“You would not have made it that far even if you had walked. What man did you bribe to take you into the village? Are you already whoring yourself out to the servants?”
His contempt was impossible to stomach.
“I am not a whore and will take any opportunity to get away from you.”
Hugh’s hand cracked across her cheek with a force that split her lip.
Maryanne gasped in shock, her head exploding in a shower of black stars. Her tongue ran across her split lip and she tasted blood. She couldn’t help but smile at the taste of it. Her vampires would kill him for this.
Seeing her smile, Hugh growled and hit her again, this time so hard that she was thrown to the floor.
She hit the old, tired carpet and her wrists ached with the impact.
Despite her anger, Maryanne didn’t attempt to rise. She kept her head down and sobbed as though her heart was broken.
Hugh cursed her and left the room, locking the door behind him.
Maryanne pulled herself to her feet and cupped her jaw. That was going to swell.
Her men would not want her to cower in a bed and wait for them. She needed to do something. What could she use for an instrument if Hugh came for her again?
She spotted the old silver candlestick and picked it up. Yes, it was heavy, but she could throw it if need be.
What else was there?
Sheets! If she tore the sheets into strips then she could perhaps climb out her window. She had seen it once in a play.
