A Taste of Twilight (3 page)

“Not if the concert wasn’t the story.”

“Then what
is
the story?” Placing her hands on her hips, she attempted to stare him down.

Without breaking eye contact with her, Rafe repeated his order. “Get security down here, now!”

Dalton pulled his t-shirt off over his head and held his arms out away from his body. “No bugs, Mr. Steele. I’m not sure what we did to upset you, but—”

“It’s not that sort of bug.” He glanced at Dalton. “A powerful telepath is using you to spy on me.”

“Are you sure about this?” Thane didn’t seem surprised by Rafe’s outlandish claim.

“A psychic bug?” Jessie laughed.

“Why would the concept surprise you?” Rafe returned her challenging stare.

“Rafe’s never wrong about these things. You’re going to have to leave.” Thane motioned Dalton toward the staircase across the room. “It’s probably best if you both go.”

“No.” Rafe stepped forward and wrapped his hand around Jessie’s upper arm. “I want to talk to her.”

His warm fingers pressed into her flesh. He was an arrogant jerk, so why had her heartbeat kicked up the moment he touched her skin? “I don’t think so.”

“Jess, you wanted to meet the other members of the band. It’s a shame to waste this opportunity. Just say hello. Hopefully the others aren’t as obnoxious as Mr. Steele. I’ll wait for you in the parking lot.” Dalton’s soft tone was filled with meaning and Jessie wanted to kick him. The investigation was important, but how the hell had Rafe known she was clairvoyant?

“I’ll make sure she gets home safely,” Marissa assured him. “We should probably figure out what’s going on.”

“I’ll wait in the car,” Dalton insisted. “There’s no reason this should take more than a minute or two.”

“
You will go home and worry no more about the safety of your companion.
”

Jessie bit back another laugh. Who was Rafe trying to impress with that imperious tone?

Dalton kissed her on the cheek and headed for the stairs.

Holy shit!
She looked at Rafe with a mixture of fear and disbelief. “What did you just do to him?”

* * * * *

Natalie released her telepathic hold on the human with an exasperated sigh. “Damn it! Rafe shouldn’t have been able to sense my link.” She braced her hands against the window frame, panting softly.

“He has always been unusually perceptive.” Etoro shrugged. “It’s a bit premature, but no real harm was done. The pieces are falling into place beautifully.”

Turning from the window and the city lights beyond, she glanced around the cheap hotel room. They’d spent far too many nights in hotels over the last few months and this one was worse than most. She was restless and frustrated. This confrontation was long overdue. She wanted it finished once and for all. She wanted to go home.

“His reaction to Jessie was encouraging, I suppose.” She tapped her chin with one long, sculpted fingernail. “I didn’t expect the attraction to be so intense.”

“He deserted the stage to begin his seduction. We’re finally on our way.” Etoro took her hand and pulled her away from the window. “Come, my love. The connection has drained you. Let’s play with our new toys.”

His pale green eyes caressed her face, glistening with tenderness and anticipation. She waited until he looked away to glare. Each time he uttered an endearment, she found it harder to conceal her disgust.

Etoro was a means to an end, and that end was nearly upon them.

He was right, however. She was exhausted. Maintaining a telepathic link with an untrained mind required enormous amounts of energy. She ran her tongue over her canines, savoring the sensation as they extended to their full length.

Etoro crossed the hall and opened a door identical to theirs. Natalie swept into the moonlit room. As Etoro paused to latch the door, Natalie examined their newest toys. A young couple huddled together on the bed, naked, wrapped in each other’s arms.

“We’ve decided we don’t want to do this,” the young man said. “The money would be great, but…this is just too weird. Can we have our clothes back?”

“Is it ‘too weird’ if we double the money?” Etoro clasped his hands behind his back as he approached the bed.

The young man looked at his girlfriend with obvious excitement. “Lisa, that’s ten grand.”

Lisa shifted her gaze from Etoro to Natalie and back, her lush mouth trembling. “All you’ll do is watch? No one touches me but Matt?”

Natalie swept the girl’s body with an objective glance. She hadn’t looked so young in the provocative clothing she’d worn to the Pyrite concert. They’d sent one of their human slaves to the Crimson Carousel with a very specific shopping list. Lisa’s long blonde hair and wide hazel eyes were perfect. The male was unimportant. Rafe would understand the message as soon as he saw the female.

“How much would you require if I want to do more than watch?”

Natalie smiled as Etoro continued the negotiation. It didn’t matter what he promised. They had no intention of paying the humans anything.

“For twenty-five K, I’ll do whatever you want,” Matt volunteered, “but no one touches Lisa unless she says it’s all right.”

Taking the girl’s slender hands between his, Etoro drew her to her knees. “I want to taste you. I want to feel you come around my tongue.” A delicate shudder shook her slender body and her gaze darted toward Matt. Etoro turned her face back around. “A woman’s taste is fouled if her pleasure is forced. Will you let me feast on your pussy?”

Natalie wanted to laugh. Etoro was a master of these games. There was no denying his skill. Lisa’s nipples were already pebble-hard and a rosy flush tinged her smooth skin. A trace of fear tainted the girl’s excitement, but arousal would win out in the end. It always did.

“You love it when I eat you, baby.” Matt cupped one of her small breasts and stroked her hair. “If you relax, this could be incredible.”

“You can lick me, but no one fucks me but Matt,” Lisa asserted, her voice suddenly strong.

“Agreed.” Etoro spread out on his back and pulled Lisa on top of him. Matt looked on with a mixture of concern and fascination. With a few deft movements, Etoro had Lisa straddling his face, her body aligned with his. He hadn’t told her to suck his cock, but her face hovered over his crotch.

Natalie didn’t have the patience for seduction. Why bother when it was so simple to control humans with mental compulsions? Unzipping Etoro’s fly, she boldly stroked his shaft, bringing the flared head scant inches from Lisa’s lips.
Suck him. Swallow every inch. Delight in the taste of his cock.
She sent the command into Lisa’s mind.

“If she doesn’t want to—” Before Matt could complete his objection, Lisa parted her lips and sucked Etoro’s cock into her mouth.

Natalie looked at Matt, her expression challenging. “She seems to have accepted the situation.”

He pressed his lips into a thin line, his nostrils flaring. “You may be able to get off watching them, but it just makes me horny.”

“Then by all means, let’s find you something to do.” Crawling across the bed, Matt reached for her hand. Natalie stepped back and shook her head. “No one touches me but Etoro.” It was an exaggeration, but humans were good for one thing and one thing only.

Etoro wasn’t much better, but he had fathered her children, a feat nearly impossible for a transformed vampire. She despised Etoro, loathed his touch. Still, she continued to fuck him, hoping he would impregnate her again.

Natalie pulled a tube of lubricant from her pocket and motioned Matt to the side of the bed. “If you’re the only one she’ll fuck, you better get busy.”

Etoro held Lisa’s hips, lapping and sucking her feminine folds, while she enthusiastically swallowed his cock. Reaching up, he parted her with his thumbs and stabbed his tongue into her cunt. She murmured incoherently, the bobbing motion of her head halting for a moment. Thrilled by the graphic tableau, Natalie passed the lube to Matt.

“Etoro has her pussy pretty well occupied.” She didn’t take her eyes off the couple on the bed. “Think you can find another way to satisfy yourself?”

“You are seriously twisted.” Matt’s amusement annoyed Natalie. It was better when they resisted. He was too eager to play, too willing to please. Natalie held the girl’s ass cheeks apart while Matt prepared her puckered little opening.

Lisa wiggled and objected as well as she could with Etoro moving in her mouth. Matt’s cock wasn’t long, but the circumference made Natalie smile. Little Lisa wasn’t going to like this.

After lubing the head of his cock, Matt positioned himself against Lisa’s anus. “Come on, baby, push back against me. I’ll try not to hurt you.”

“Too badly,” Natalie added.

The girl’s ass cheeks flexed beneath Natalie’s fingers, the flesh smooth and incredibly warm. Hunger surged within her. She needed to feed. Matt pushed inward, stuffing his thick cock into his slender lover. Natalie watched inch after glorious inch disappear up Lisa’s ass.

“Now fuck her hard and fast. Make her scream.”

Etoro latched on to Lisa’s clit and suckled ruthlessly while Matt rammed into her again and again. Muffled little cries escaped from Lisa, but Natalie couldn’t tell if she was excited or distressed. It didn’t matter. Heat surged through Natalie. Bloodlust fogged her vision with a glistening crimson mist.

“Enough, Etoro. I want to watch her ride her lover.” Matt started to pull out. “No. Hold her against you tightly and crawl onto the bed. If your bodies separate, Etoro will take your place.”

“But you said—”

“Move slowly and make sure you don’t lose him.” Natalie cut Lisa off. Etoro scooted out from under Lisa and she carefully crawled forward. Matt kept his groin flush with her bottom as he followed her onto the bed. “Now lie back and raise your hands above your head. I don’t want you to help her. Lisa must willingly impale herself on you.”

Natalie cast Matt into silent thrall as Lisa adjusted her position. With her knees bent nearly to her chest, Lisa rocked forward and back, sliding her body up and down the length of Matt’s shaft. His thick pole looked especially obscene nestled in between her lily-white ass cheeks.

Now, my love. Let’s feed together.
Lisa continued rocking as Natalie and Etoro lifted Matt’s wrists to their mouths. They drank slowly, savoring the hot lust-infused essence of Matt’s young life.

Unaware of her lover’s fate, Lisa raised and lowered her hips, taking his shaft deep again and again. “Why is everyone so quiet? Do you want us in a different position?”

“Yes.” Natalie moved forward, into Lisa’s line of sight. “Matt, hold perfectly still. Lisa, lie back against his chest. I want to see all of you.” They supported Lisa’s back as she reclined against Matt. Fear erupted in her eyes as she looked from Natalie to Etoro. “Is his cock still hard inside you?”

“Not as hard as it was. Is he okay?”

“Close your eyes and don’t make a sound,” Etoro said. “If you just surrender, there will be no pain.”

Why did he have to reassure them? Natalie enjoyed it when they struggled. True, fear tainted their blood, made it taste bitter, but the rush of energy was well worth the less-appealing taste. Etoro stroked Lisa’s hand as he brought her wrist to his mouth. Natalie sank her fangs deep without hesitation or warning. Lisa whimpered, her body lax and malleable.

Natalie and Etoro stared into each other’s eyes over the bodies of their new toys. They fed. They gorged. They reveled in another successful conquest.

Natalie drew back, licking the blood from her lips. “Roll them to their sides. I want them entwined when they’re found.”

Careful to keep Matt’s cock buried deep inside Lisa’s ass, Etoro shifted them to their sides. He wrapped Matt’s arms around Lisa then folded her arms over Matt’s.

Natalie stood back and watched, her hunger satisfied for the moment. “They look so sweet.” She chuckled and retrieved the suicide pact they had prepared earlier. Etoro placed the note beside the dying couple and used his fingernail to slash their wrists.

Chapter Two

Jessie jerked her arm out of Rafe’s grasp and assumed a fighting stance.

“Rafe, calm down.” Marissa stepped in front of Jessie then glanced over her shoulder and asked, “Are you a reporter?”

“No.”

The door at the top of the stairs opened again and a stream of excited people crowded the staircase.

“
You will come with me
,” Rafe said in the same commanding tone he’d used on Dalton.

“You will kiss my ass.” Jessie punctuated her rejoinder with a provoking smile.

“Obviously she’s gifted, so stop trying to bully her.” Marissa turned to Jessie. “Something strange is going on. Rafe isn’t going to hurt you. Just answer his questions honestly.”

Interpreting Marissa’s comments as permission, Rafe grabbed Jessie’s arm and hauled her toward the door through which the other members of the band had disappeared. She tugged against his hold, but his grip was unbreakable. “How did you… What…” She couldn’t complete the questions without confirming his assumption. How had he known she was clairvoyant, and what had he done with his voice? Dalton hadn’t batted an eye as he turned and walked away.