by Riley, Alexa
“I want to feel her between her legs,” he says, and I nod.
My hand moves from her hip and down between her thighs to cup her over her leggings. My hand is big and it engulfs her, but I can feel the heat of her pussy against my palm.
“Don’t stop,” Dove whispers and raises her hips to press her mound into my hand.
Ezra moves his hand up her stomach and I can feel the moment his fingertips touch her bare breast then hard nipple. Without thought I move my hand to the waist of her leggings and then dip inside them. As Ezra plays with her nipples, I delve into her panties and then groan when I find her wet lips. I don’t hesitate to spread them and rub her clit, sending pleasure through my own body with every touch.
Ezra and I lie halfway on her as we both touch and explore her body. Dove moans and calls out our names as we take more of her each time.
Ezra uses his free hand to help me push her leggings down her hips because we both want to look at her pussy. Just look. By this point, her sweatshirt is pushed up as far as it can go, exposing her nipples to us.
At one point I know Dove’s eyes fluttered open, but she never told us to stop. In fact, she raised her hips so that I could remove her bottoms and enjoy the sight of her.
“I want a turn,” Ezra says, moving down her body and between her legs as I watch him.
He kisses her thighs at the same time I lean down and kiss between her breasts. My eyes are on him as he spreads her legs and I see his tongue dart out to taste her. My mouth waters as I watch him, and it’s like I can taste her at the same time. I lean over and tongue her nipple, tasting her sugary sweetness there too.
He hums in pleasure, burying his face there, and Dove moans our names. After sucking each nipple into a tight peak, I move down her body to have a taste of my own. When I get there, Ezra leans back only far enough to allow my tongue between her folds. He’s not giving up his place in line, but he’s willing to share.
I can feel him close to me licking his way down to her ass as I taste the nectar between her lips. The two of us are greedily sampling our mate as we discover every inch of her body. Our mouths work her pussy together as we both aim for the same goal. We want her to cum for us so that we can mark her as ours. The need to mark her is bearing down on both of us and we want to do it when she cums.
My teeth ache as her orgasm approaches, and I feel Ezra on the razor's edge, too. There is no going back from this moment, but neither of us would want to. This is forever for us, and though we may stumble sometimes with sharing Dove, our ultimate goal is for her to be ours and to be happy. I know now in this moment that we will both sacrifice everything trying to achieve that.
Her body tightens and her blood smells impossibly sweeter as her hips arch up and her pussy contracts. She cums with a gasp before shouting our names and at that exact moment Ezra and I mark her.
I feel the tender flesh on the inside of her thigh against my teeth as I graze them across it and the taste of her blood hits my tongue. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before and all at once I want to feed and I want to fuck.
I feel Dove’s hand in my hair and I look up to see her watching the two of us. We’re both between her legs looking up at her as we drink her and get her off at the same time. The connection between the three of us grows impossibly tight and it’s nothing like what I’ve shared with Ezra before now. It’s deeper and something inside me settles into place. Something I felt like we were missing for so long.
“You belong to us now,” Ezra says as he licks the small wound and seals it closed.
“Forever,” I say, feeling the claim take hold of me as I slide up her body. “Lie back, sweets. It’s time for us to take turns claiming what’s ours.”
Chapter 6
Dove
When my eyes open I realize that I must have passed out. The last thing I remember is the two of them hovering over me and saying it was their turn. I must have been so overwhelmed with all the orgasms and exhaustion I couldn’t stay awake.
I try and move, but I’m sandwiched between two very large men. The light from the hallway floods into the room, letting me see that this is actually real. I’ve dreamed of this so many times, but I’ve never woken up like this.
I lie there for a moment, trying to let my mind play catch up, but I don’t think if I had all the time in the world I could comprehend what happened. I’d never felt so worshiped, and these two men treated me as if I was their queen and they couldn’t get enough.
My thighs ache from being spread so wide to make room for each of them. They feasted on me and their thirst seemed unquenchable. It was all too much, but I couldn’t stop begging for more.
I’m surprised it didn’t go any further.
What have I gotten myself into? I try and remember the things they said to me and I swear at one point they called me theirs. The pleasure was too great and I couldn’t think about anything other than what they were doing to my body.
I even think maybe they’d bitten me at one point, but isn't that what vampires do? I hadn’t asked any questions, and for someone who’s been doing a lot of stalking I don’t have much information. Nor am I great at getting more when I actually have the chance.
In movies sex and biting go hand and hand for vampires, but we didn’t have sex last night. I remember them telling me is was their turn, and I was so overwhelmed with pleasure I couldn’t form words. That was the point at which it all went black.
I glance between the two of them and see that they’re both out cold. I lick my lips thinking about all the things those mouths did to me and how they shared in my pleasure. They hadn't asked me to choose, and when the moment hit and I felt them both in the bed with me I knew I wouldn't have to. It felt right being between them.
Ever so slowly I reluctantly pull myself from the bed needing to use the bathroom. I find my clothes on the floor and take them with me. I’m not used to wandering around without clothes on, and once I get in the bathroom I glance back at Erik and Ezra. They’re both only partly covered with the blankets at their waist. I wish I would have gotten more time to touch them and to taste every inch of them as they did to me.
I close the door then take care of my needs in the bathroom. While I’m washing my hands I look down at my thighs and see the small marks they left behind. As I suspected, they bit me. I felt it happen when the first orgasm hit, but all of it was pleasure that ran together. They look like scars that have been there my whole life.
When I look up in the mirror and I stare at my eyes in the reflection I can’t help but think what would have happened if I hadn’t passed out. What else would I have let them do to me?
I tug on my pants then pull on my hoodie. What now? What will today bring? I know their secrets and I have a feeling that Bishop makes all the rules around here. None of them even know me—why would they protect me? In fact, they should have called the cops on me to begin with for climbing over their wall and trespassing.
Can vampires control your mind? Can they make me forget everything? Maybe their plan all along was to have a day of fun with me then say goodbye afterwards. Would I be better off not knowing what I’d lost? I’m not sure there’s an answer to that.
Again my mind starts to spin with questions. I rub the palms of my hands over my eyes in an effort to relieve some tension. I should be used to my mind not shutting down, but it’s all too much. Suddenly I remember the book of newspaper cuttings in my car and the things that mysterious man said. More than anything, I want to prove him wrong.
I need more information before I can let anything happen. Maybe I can control this and get myself some answers. Then when I know the truth, I can come back to them. There are a lot of things I still need to know. The mystery of everything is driving me insane, but maybe I’m already there.
I walk over to the bathroom window, pulling back the thick curtain to see it’s bright and sunny out. I could sneak out and go get the book then bring it back and read it. I could show the twins and put everything on
the table. The facts of what I saw could be wrong, but more importantly I can’t believe they’d ever hurt anyone. If I remember one thing out of all that happened last night they said I was their mate. What that means I’m not sure, but it felt right when they said it. Even when it scared me that I might pull them apart.
Slipping out of the bathroom, I still when Ezra rolls over and reaches out. His hand moves for a moment before it grabs a pillow and he pulls it to him. I swear he was looking for me and my heart flutters with that thought. I open the bedroom door silently and make my way down the stairs. When I exit the house I decide to go down the driveway instead of the woods, but stop when I get to the gate.
“Well hell.” I wasn’t great at climbing the wall and I don’t think I’ll be good at climbing this thing either.
To my surprise they swing open and I stand there shocked thinking maybe there is a motion detector on them. I take a step forward and a plain black SUV comes to a screeching halt right in front of me. Two men in suits step out, and I freeze.
“Dove Wheeler, we need you to come with us.” One of them flashes a badge quickly as the other grabs me by the elbow, forcing me towards the SUV.
“Wait, you can’t just take me.” I try to resist, but there’s really no point. They push me into the open back door, and though I try to fight they’re stronger than me.
“Looks like we just did,” one says before slamming the door and getting into the front.
They peel away from Erik and Ezra’s home and with every mile away from them, an ache grows inside of me. I try to pepper the men with questions, but they don’t say a word. It seems like forever but eventually we turn into a driveway of a beautiful stone home. It, too, is enclosed with an iron gate, but at this one I see guards clearly posted, making sure no one gets in or out without approval.
“This doesn’t look like a police station,” I mumble, even though I know they are both ignoring me. What the hell is this place? It looks like an old castle that’s been here hundreds of years.
When the back door opens I don’t fight them. I step out and follow them up to the entryway, and two large doors open. Maybe this is a police station for vampires? Hadn't that man Valen said he was a cop when he went through all my stuff the night he busted me staking out the house?
One of the men grabs me by the arm and pulls me the rest of the way inside. His hand digs in hard and I let out a small cry, but I don’t think he cares. I’m not fighting them, so I don’t understand why he has to be cruel about it.
He practically drags me down a long marble hallway before stopping in front of another set of double doors, knocking on it. When they open, the man from the library is sitting behind a dark wood desk. He looks disappointed and I don’t even think my grandpa ever looked at me that way.
“Sit.”
He points to one of the chairs in front of his desk, and I do as I’m told. There’s no way to leave here unless they let me, and I’m not going to fight a battle I won’t win. I’ll save my energy for something else. The other two men turn and leave, and I’m thankful they don’t close the doors behind them. I’m sure if I screamed no one would give a shit, but the open doors make me feel a little more at ease.
“I told you what they were, but you didn’t listen.” He shakes his head at me, making me feel more like a child.
“You gave me a book full of information. You knew I’ve been looking into this, what did you think I was going to do? You didn’t scare me off, you pushed me towards them,” I throw back at him.
He leans back in his chair and I glance around the room, noticing all the windows are covered in dark curtains just like in Erik and Ezra’s home. I noticed them at Kane and Ravana’s, too when I’d been scoping all of them out. They bugged the crap out of me at first because it made it hard to stalk them. Then I finally understood why they had them and it all made sense.
“I guess I thought you were smarter than that.” I don’t respond to his dig. “Maybe growing up in a house with the dead made you want to find immortality. Is that what you want, Dove, to live forever?” He says it likes it’s an offer he can make. “To not be crushed so easily in the palm of one man’s hand?”
The truth is I could be crushed by two men. Becoming a vampire has never crossed my mind. Juliet isn’t one and she’s with Kane. The idea of being dead spooks me, but if it means being with them as their mate, I’ll do just about anything.
“It sounds lonely if you don’t have anyone to share forever with,” I admit absently, lost in the thought. I see him flinch and realize that hit home.
“You could find a mate. I could give you that if you gave me something in return.” He leans forward, placing his elbows on his desk.
I decide to keep the information that the twins already told me—that I’m theirs—to myself. I don’t believe him or trust him.
“How would you find a mate for me?” That word keeps coming up and my mind always focuses on it most. “Can you just pick anyone, or is it like a marriage? Are certain people destined to be together?”
“We’d get to those things once you were changed. It’s easier to explain our life then.” He brushes off my questions.
“You know me.” I force a smile. “I like knowing all I can.”
“But you also jump before looking. How else did you end up in the Marcellus home? I know you couldn’t have read the book that fast or…” He trails off as his eyes snap to behind me. I turn around to see a beautiful girl about my age standing there. She’s got short red hair that goes to her shoulders, and even from where I’m sitting I can see her eyes are violet. They’re so bright and different, but somehow the color suits her. I’ve never seen eyes like hers before.
“Oh sorry, Dad, I didn’t know you had someone in here. The door was open.” She glances at me, then I feel her studying me closer as her eyes narrow.
“It’s fine, Loren,” he tells her. “I’ll be finished soon.”
“I was just letting you know I was home before dark. Like always.” I catch the irritation at the end of her words, but she doesn’t wait for his response. She gives me one last look before she leaves.
“I can’t hurt them, if that’s what you want,” I say when I turn back to face him. “I know where this is going.”
I tell him that before he tries to feed me some more bullshit. I don’t even want to toy with the idea of doing something to them because it makes my chest ache. His face grows angry and I realize he probably isn't used to hearing the word no. Maybe I should have played along and gotten the hell out of here with him thinking I’m on his side.
His eyes roam over me, then he sucks in an audible breath. “They fed from you.” He stands so quickly his chair flies back and my face heats. It’s as if he said that I had sex with them.
“They’re vampires,” I blurt, unsure why I’m even trying to defend myself. “That’s normal.” I say the words, but they’re a total guess and immediately I regret it.
He laughs in a mocking tone. “But don’t you see, Dove, they didn’t feed you. They have no plans to mate you. You’re just another on that list I showed you. Trust me, when a vampire finds his mate he never lets her go.”
He reaches into his desk, pulling out the same book and tossing it in front of me. He must have gotten it from my car. “They kept them for days and played with them before they got rid of them.” He leans forward. “They made those women fall in love with them and then told them they were their mate before…” He lets the words hang in the air.
My heart protests what he’s saying. It can’t be true, but I hadn't drunk from them. I didn't feel anything different, only a tighter connection to them than I had before, but isn't that what intimacy is? Maybe I’m not really their mate and they used the term loosely.
I do know one thing though, they couldn’t have done the things he’s saying. I don’t reach for the book because I don’t believe it. My brain is telling me I'm being naïve, but my heart knows better. The more I think about the book, the more I reali
ze it looks like a trophy a serial killer would keep.
“They fooled you, Dove. They got what they wanted, but somehow you slipped away before they could finish what they’d started.” He walks around the desk and my blood runs cold from being so close to him. He hasn't harmed me and he keeps saying he’s trying to protect me. “You saw my daughter.” He nods to where she was moments ago. “Bishop killed her mother.”
I gasp, understanding now why this man is out for them so badly. It’s not only about the missing people but something deeper. There are still pieces I’m not putting together.
“Even if Erik and Ezra wanted to keep you as their chubby little pet, Bishop would never allow it for long. He’d let them for a while, but soon enough you’d have to go like all the rest.” His dark eyes lock on mine. “Besides, if Erik and Ezra do want you, they’ll only have you for as long as they can. If you team up with me we can take them down before they eventually kill you.”
“What about my friend Juliet?” I ask not because I want to help him but because what if what he’s saying about Bishop is true? How come Juliet was kept from harm? I know nothing about this man.
“Mates are the exception to his rule. A mate is loyal beyond all things. As long as Kane keeps her in line, she’ll be fine.” I have to fight an eye roll. Keep Juliet in line? He obviously hasn't seen them together. I swallow the lump in my throat. I just want to go home. The ache inside of me makes me feel hollow. I don’t want anything to do with this man and his plan. With how my heart is at the moment, I don't want to deal with anyone. At first I wanted to fall into this mystery and now I can’t find a way out.
“You’re going to read that book.” He points to it. “Or you won’t leave this room.”
He walks away without a backwards glance and then slams the office doors behind him. I run over to them and pull on the handles, but they won't budge. I go back to the desk but no phone rests on it. When I hit the computer, nothing comes up on the screen so I give up and plop down into the chair. I stare at the book, and as much as I don’t want to read it, it’s my only way out.
