by Sofia Daniel
After several moments, the boys sped up, looking like they would climax and end my torment, but Dante drew back, followed by Nero and Raphael.
“Open wide,” said Nero. “If you don’t swallow, we’ll keep going until you ingest enough of our spunk to make the oath stick.”
I parted my jaws, almost wishing I’d just drunk their blood and fallen in lust with the soul-sucking slimeballs. Maybe then, I wouldn’t feel so disgusted at my own arousal. Right now, I just wanted to burn them alive and dance around their writhing corpses.
“In the order of age.” Dante plunged the tip of his dick into my mouth and pumped at his length. With a groan, he spurted thick jets of bitter fluid onto my tongue, which gathered in the back of my throat until he said, “Swallow.”
As I gulped down his warm fluid, he said, “I, Dante Striga of the Noble House of Stryx do by semen and magic swear to accept Alicia Stephens as my indentured concubine.”
Magic swirled low in my belly and wrapped around my core.
As soon as Dante pulled away, Nero slipped his erection deep into my throat and jerked himself off. He pulsed out a stream of warm, spicy ejaculate that tasted like his blood had during the first oath. I swallowed around my mouthful as he groaned his release.
As he withdrew, he said, “I, Nero Striga of the Noble House of Stryx, do by semen and magic swear to accept Alicia Stephens as my indentured concubine.”
The power wound around my core like a constrictor, making me wonder if this magical bond contained an element of chastity. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to relieve some of the pressure, but it only made me hungrier to be filled.
Nero shuddered the last of his climax and pulled out. I turned to Raphael, who cupped my cheek.
“Open, please,” he said in a voice as smooth as silk.
Right now, I just wanted this humiliating bonding ceremony over. Partly so I could get my third eye under control and stop seeing them as monsters and partly so I could go to the bathroom and stroke my clit.
I wrapped my lips around Raphael’s cock-head, and he continued his long, deep strokes along my tongue into the back of my throat.
“I hate you so much,” I growled around his thick erection.
“Do that again!” Raphael picked up the pace, either not understanding a word I had said or finding it a massive turn on to fuck the mouth that despised him.
“One day, I’ll make you pay.” My gaze darted from Dante to Nero. “All of you.”
Pistonning in and out of my mouth, Raphael threw his head back and moaned. “I’m going to—”
Warm liquid spurted into the back of my throat, missing my taste buds. Raphael’s erection pulsed with the intensity of his orgasm, and he cried out. I swallowed every drop of his cum, hoping that I’d drunk enough for the bonding to take hold.
“I, R-Raphael Striga…” He paused to catch his breath. “O-of the Noble House of Stryx do by semen and magic swear to accept Alicia Stephens as my indentured concubine.”
The magic squeezed so tight, I felt the pressure rupture, releasing wave after wave of the most intense pleasure. It burned through my insides like flames, making me buck and writhe on the leather chaise.
When the magic abated, I opened my eyes to find all three boys staring down at me with their regular eyes and teeth.
Nero grinned and held out his hand. “Say goodbye to your old life. You belong to us, body, magic, and blood.”
Chapter 6
Even though I could feel the swirl of magic in my belly, and I was sure the bond had taken, the boys continued staring down at me with hunger in their eyes. The pulse between my legs pounded for attention, and the muscles of my core twitched. Every nerve ending ached for their hands and tongues and dicks, but I tamped down those feelings and focused on my resentment.
“What do you think?” asked Dante. “Does she look humbled enough?”
I lowered my head and peered at them through my lashes, trying to look defeated and humiliated.
Nero’s dark eyes glimmered with triumph. It was the same kind of look he had when he’d presented the video of me killing Micalla. “She doesn’t smell humble.”
Raphael knelt at my feet and placed his palms on my knees. “You smell aroused. Would you like to have sex with us?”
Prickly heat bloomed across my cheeks. It spread down my neck, my breasts, and settled on my nipples. The magic of the bond, combined with the vampire semen, had changed me. Added a thick layer of lust to my hatred of the blood-sucking assholes, and my body yearned for all three of them.
I shook my head. If I could get away, I’d be able to relieve some of this infernal pressure between my legs and maybe clear my head.
“Are you sure?” Raphael’s large, warm hand stroked my bare thighs, sending tingles of pleasure to my core. “I don’t want to leave you unsatis—”
“I’m fine.” The lie slipped from my lips. “Shouldn’t we be more concerned about Lady Mantis?”
Raphael drew back and stood, leaving me even more aroused. As the boys gathered around me, their glorious lengths at half-mast, I squirmed on the chaise, trying to suppress my physical need.
“She’s right.” Dante turned to Nero. “Did you remove all of the evidence?”
Nero frowned. “Not all of it.” He flicked his head toward me. “We needed some leverage against her.”
I ground my teeth. At the end of last term, Nero had stolen the school uniform I’d worn when he’d forced me to plunge the stake in Micalla’s heart. The uniform was embedded with her ashes. And there was that infernal video.
Scrubbing my hands over my face, I said, “There’s no more need for blackmail. I’ve signed a contract in blood and taken your essence. You need to get rid of the evidence.”
“She’s right.” Raphael ran his fingers through his copper hair, and I tried not to focus on the way his biceps rippled. “If Lady Mantis searches the academy—”
“Fine,” Nero growled.
I held my breath. If Nero disposed of the evidence, and if I destroyed the contract, would that be enough to free myself? I’d have to ask the onion woman. My heart sank, and I stared down at my feet. If only I could find her.
Dante headed toward one of the doors around the suite’s vast reception area. “Let’s get cleaned up and return to classes.”
“Good idea.” Nero followed him, as did Raphael.
A breath of relief slid from my lips, and I squirmed in my seat. At least I’d get a little time alone to climax in peace.
Raphael paused by the door. “Are you coming?”
Forcing a smile, I shook my head. “I’d better go. All my things are in Frumosi Tower.”
In the blink of an eye and a whoosh of air, Nero strode across the room and pulled me to my feet. “And leave you alone to cause mayhem?” He walked me across the room and toward the doors his brothers had entered. “Nobody trusts you yet.”
I ground my teeth. “Why not? I’ve done everything you’ve asked.”
“Until you’re bonded to us by blood like a normal concubine, we’ll keep you under a tight leash.” Nero pushed the door open and ushered me into a marble chamber with a sunken pool about ten by ten feet.
Jasmine-scented steam rose from water that went up to Dante and Raphael’s chests, and a breath caught in the back of my throat. I’d never seen such opulence in my life. Shower-heads ran along the far wall, complete with teak benches, and along another wall were sinks. A door-less, teak closet containing white bathrobes and fluffy towels stood next to the sinks.
The place looked more like a spa than part of the lair of three infuriating vampire princes.
Nero released my arm and stepped into the pool with a splash. He turned around and grinned. “Get in the water.”
As I backed toward the door, he rolled his eyes. “Don’t make us come after you.”
“Can’t I get cleaned up in my room?” I whispered.
Dante snorted, his golden hair darkened by the water to a pale shade of caramel. “Blood wh
ores don’t have rooms of their own.”
“They don’t even have beds.” Nero’s eyes twinkled.
My throat thickened. “Where will I sleep?”
“With us,” said Raphael with a broad smile. “Won’t that be nice?”
“No.” My feet shuffled back toward the exit.
I’d spent the entire Yule break meditating with sunstone on my head, trying to gain enough magic to break through the wards, only to end up in the exact situation I’d wanted to avoid.
No, this was worse. The onion woman’s meditation exercises had opened up my third eye, making me see a different side to the boys. Something bestial that had frightened me. And now I didn’t know if the strange teeth and eyes were the extent of their true appearance or if I would see more.
“Come on.” Raphael gave me an encouraging smile. “We won’t bite.”
Dante narrowed his eyes. “Speak for yourself.”
“It’s not too late to throw you to the mercy of Lady Mantis,” snapped Nero.
My blood turned to ice. “But I’ll tell her you—”
“Who’s she going to believe?” asked Dante. “Three sons of Lord Stryx or the worthless frumosi whore who can’t satisfy her masters? It will be your word against ours.”
“He’s right,” added Raphael. “Things will be so much easier if you allow us to protect you. We’re not bad guys.”
Nero and Dante shared amused smirks, and I ground my teeth. Either Raphael was completely trolling me, or the vampire was optimistically oblivious to his and his brothers’ wickedness.
“Fine,” I said through clenched teeth.
Dante’s blue eyes hardened with malice. “Get naked and get into the bath with us.”
My body wouldn’t move. Doing as they asked would mean accepting my role as their concubine. Even if they weren’t demanding blood or sex right now, it would only be a matter of time before I became like Zarah had been the previous term. Bitten and drained to within the brink of bloodlessness.
Raphael stared up at me with pleading eyes, while Nero waded to the other side of the pool and sat at a marble seat, watching me with a wide grin. Fury simmered in my belly. The wretched bastard was enjoying this. In their own ways, they all were.
Dante strode through the water toward me. “If I have to tear that uniform off your wretched body, you won’t get another one.”
“She can go to classes nude,” said Nero.
Raphael tilted his head to the side. “Come on, Alicia, take off your clothes and join us. The water’s warm.”
Bile rose to the back of my throat. They probably wanted me to defy them to give them an excuse to parade me naked around the school. I pulled off my tie and threw it on the marble-tiled floor.
Dante chuckled. “You’re not so proud now, are you, whore?”
My lips tightened with disgust. He was still sore that I’d refused to kiss his feet in the middle of the dining room. Even though I’d sucked his dick and swallowed his cum, that wasn’t enough for him. He still wanted me to pay for my defiance.
Glaring into his glinting, aquamarine eyes, I pulled off the rest of my uniform. A tiny voice in the back of my head warned me of the dangers of staring into a vampire’s eyes, but Dante wouldn’t mesmerize me. He was the type who wanted me to humiliate myself of my own volition.
I unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor, and he broke eye contact to stare at my breasts. The twist of his lips told me he liked what he saw, but I got no satisfaction from his silent approval. Right now, I wanted to snap off the wood and plunge it into their black hearts.
“Come here,” Dante whispered, his voice as soft as a caress.
I stepped out of my panties and walked toward the edge of the pool. He waded to the side and helped me down a set of marble stairs.
The water was warm and welcoming and shoulder deep. But I pushed the feeling of luxury aside and braced myself for Dante’s cruel words or some other cruel act.
He pushed strands of mahogany hair off my face and murmured, “You really are the most ridiculous, little creature. I’m going to enjoy breaking you.”
Irritation flared across my skin, and I parted my lips to spit back an insult, but Dante pulled me into his hard body and crashed his lips onto mine. His tongue slipped between the seam of my mouth, and he devoured me like I was his last meal. Dante tasted of berries and red wine and the heat of his desire.
I shoved at his chest, trying to pull us apart, but he was immovable. One of his fingers tweaked and pulled at my nipple, sending jolts of pleasure racing through my nervous system to my twitching, aching clit.
He broke the kiss. “Do you want to cum?”
“Yes,” I said with a gasp.
“Admit it, then.”
“What?” I stared up into his eyes.
“Tell me you’re our whore, and I’ll give you what you need.”
I shook my head. Right now, I’d rather kiss his feet in front of the entire academy than freely admit to being their property, let alone their whore.
Dante laced his fingers through my hair and extended his fangs. “Maybe you want to be bitten.”
“But my blood is toxic.”
“I didn’t say I would drink. Now, stop wasting time and tell us what you are.”
Shaking my head, I clamped my lips shut.
Dante turned his head to the back of the pool. “Nero—”
“Alright,” I snapped. Saying the words was like chewing nails. “I’m your whore.”
The magic still swirling in my belly flared. It wrapped its tendrils around my heart and pierced its core. My shoulders slumped with the realization that with these words, I’d sealed my end of the bargain. Now, I really did belong to the Stryx brothers.
“That’s right.” Dante cupped my ass cheeks and pressed kisses on my neck. He brought us so close, his erection dug into my belly. “I’m choking on the scent of your arousal.”
My cheeks burned with humiliation. He had to be exaggerating—anything to twist the knife.
“Would you like to cum?”
As if I’d accept anything from that bastard.
Shaking my head, I reached between our bodies and massaged my clit. Pleasure swirled around my core, building and building until it would implode with the pressure. I kept circling my sensitive bundle of nerves, applying more and more pressure, but nothing happened. My throat filled with a whimper.
Dante stepped away and smirked, while Nero, who still sat at the back of the pool, threw his head back and laughed. “It doesn’t work like that anymore.”
My heart flip-flopped. “What do you mean?”
“You took our semen and completed your side of the vow.” Raphael gave my arm a gentle stroke and gazed down at me with softened eyes. “Now, you’re bound to a kind of sexual servitude, which means you can’t climax until we give you permission.”
I lowered my head and swallowed back a sob. Steam rising from the warm water made my head spin. This was dire but still not as bad as letting them drink my blood.
Through clenched teeth, I asked, “Will you allow me to orgasm?”
“Master,” said Dante.
My head snapped up. “What?”
His full lips curled into a wicked grin. “If you want us to help you cum, you’ll have to use the correct term of address.”
I sent Raphael a pleading look, but he gave me an indulgent smile. What the hell did he think he and his brothers were doing to me? In his twisted, vampire mind, he probably thought this was an endearing form of puppy training.
“All right then,” I snarled.
Calling them master wouldn’t be too bad if the word was short for masturbator. A slither of amusement penetrated the fog of despair. The time for open defiance was over. To get anywhere with these blood-sucking assholes, I’d have to play along until I could break free or find a way to stick a stake in their backs.
“Please, may I have permission to climax, master?” I left the ‘bater’ part silent.
Dante plac
ed both hands around my waist, hoisted me up onto the ledge, and parted my thighs. He stepped back and tilted his head to the side, staring at my exposed sex as though he was hanging a painting and wanted to make sure he got the angle right.
“Alright, then,” he said.
“What?”
“Play with yourself for a little while,” said Dante. “We want to see, don’t we?”
I ignored Raphael’s happy, eager nod and focused on the dreadlocked bastard who had gotten me into this mess.
“This should be good.” Nero pushed himself off the far seat and waded through the water toward me. He wrapped a hand around his erection and slid it over the head of his dick.
My tongue darted out to lick my lips. This was worse than the time Nero had spanked me in front of all those other vampires. At least then, I’d been helpless and not in control of my actions. Now, I would give them a show or die of sexual frustration.
Ebony, emerald, and aquamarine eyes stared between my spread legs, making my nipples tighten and a surge of desire to ripple through my core. This was so humiliating.
“Go on,” said Dante, his voice hard. “Put on a good show for us, and we’ll let you cum.”
My cheeks flamed, and I tried pulling my thighs together, but Raphael shook his head. “Do as he says. It’s not healthy for a girl to walk around the academy smelling like you do. You’ll attract the attention of the other vampires.”
“Including Lady Mantis,” added Nero.
A memory floated to the forefront of my mind. It was of Captain Tanar scenting my arousal in the headmaster’s office and then pinning me to the wall. The bloodsuckers were right. I really didn’t need any extra attention.
Sending the three vampires filthy looks, I delved a hand between my parted legs.
“Bring your knees up,” said Nero. “I want a better view.”
“Do it, or we’ll leave you unfulfilled.” I could hear the smirk in Dante’s voice.
Not for the first time, I regretted not having kissed his feet. I brought my heels up to the ledge, so my knees were level with my shoulders. All three of the vampires parted their lips and stared at my exposed pussy. I jerked my head to the side, not wanting to look any of them in the eye.
