Captiva Master - Vampire Warewolf Menage Six Feet Under Series Book 4) (17 page)

“Welcome back, Contessa Malcov.”

Dakota raised a lazy hand to her temple, blinking Maestru into focus. “What did you call me?”

Maestru took both her wrists and held them at the sides of her head. “I have something to tell you, and I’d rather you not run off searching for your blades to pitch at me.”

What a way to blow a moment! “Take it off,” Dakota said, touching the necklace.” Renee had warned her of this, the inane chatter of Maestru’s Coven regarding Dakota’s placement in his life. “Find another
Blood Pet
to wear this.” She tugged and still could not budge it. “There are many out there to wear this. Erotic spankings are one thing, but I can’t debase myself by wearing your collar.”

Maestru stared at the ceiling for minute, almost as though he were counting. “You’re the one who said it was a collar, not me.” He stared back down at her. “I’ve never collared a being or a human, but then again,” he stopped and delivered an arrogant smirk, “I don’t have to.” Quickly, he grew serious. “When I told you to choose your destiny, I lied. Fate chose for you on the day you were born.” The ebony box appeared next to her. With a wave of his hand, it opened, revealing its contents. A swash of fabric stained with rust, make that blood, was nestled inside black velvet. It took a minute for her to understand that she was looking at the bloodied sheets where Adam had made love to her.

She turned to Adam, recalling what Renee had explained to her regarding virgins and vampires. Her stomach flipped when she asked him, “Did you take that to your Coven?”

“I thought about it. Hell, I thought about taking you away from here, into a realm where Maestru and Lovci would never find you.” He hesitated, his ice-green eyes kicking up a few notches, glittering around the edges. “But I knew how Maestru felt about you and your growing feelings for him, and I remembered the hopelessness and loneliness I encountered daily before I met you. I couldn’t risk your missing him. Therefore, I took the evidence of your deflowering to Maestru and he placed it inside his box. What happened was between us, between the three of us, now, that is. You are my,” he looked to Maestru for confirmation.

“Humans say husband,” Maestru supplied.

“Right, yes, Dakota, I am your husband by this evidence. To me, though, the fabric doesn’t mean anything because I know in my soul that you are my true mate.” His gaze darkened before he kissed her forehead. “I discovered it the second I laid eyes on you, the second I inhaled your scent. There’s no going back for me. You are an answer to countless prayers, and without you, I will cease to exist, fade to nothing.”

Dakota’s heart pounded from Adam’s declaration. She wanted him, but she wasn’t in love with him enough to marry him, not now anyway. Then again, he hadn’t said he loved her, either, yet the words seemed like something beyond love, something no man would ever say to her. “I realized I would have never met you, if I hadn’t been attacked in the first place.” Maybe she
should
believe in fate.

Adam leaned in between them and kissed her fully, tugging on her bottom lip with his fangs before bracing his head on his hand, relaxing again next to her.

“So…it’s still your box,” she said to Maestru.

“It doesn’t matter,” he explained, his eyes dropping to the necklace. “I’ve had a feeling, a premonition if you will, all along. I had to bring you into my home, had to save you somehow, had to keep you with me always. However, I never accepted the fact that you could be my true Bride when I’d already been given that blessing. Unfortunately, my sweet Aleena died centuries ago.” He stared ahead a moment, never blinking, and then looked down at her. “When I felt your maidenhead, I knew I had you forever, for years past your normal human life because I could then turn you immortal by ceremony, without turning you Undead. I was thrilled, so very happy, until Adam bared that.” He nodded to the box. “But, as you can see, we worked through this instead of attending the Joint Faction meeting. Oycher took my place there. Luckily for us all, I found you when I did.”

Dakota was trying to decipher everything Maestru was saying. “T-that’s true.”

“Out of fear, anger, and want, I then collected my Blood Debt from you upstairs.”

The thrill, the pain, the pleasure, she remembered it all. “And?”

“All my feelings for you came together, then, when I tasted you as my Bride, my fated one.”

A shocked gasp left her, “Not by virgin’s blood, but by fate?”

He nodded, staring at her adoringly. “You were mine all along, Contessa Malcov. That necklace was blessed for my Contessa to wear upon my accepting a role as the Coven Master. I was only a Master after Aleena died, so she never wore it. If you were not my fated, it wouldn’t have accepted you. The necklace would have dropped to the floor instead.” A bark of humorless laughter left him. “And to think, all this time I kept wondering how I could…”

“Could what?”

“
Love
someone who I assumed wasn’t my Bride, but…I did,” he whispered in a rush. “I do. When I swore I would never let you go, I meant it.” Cold fury etched his face so suddenly she was taken aback. “Dakota, never think of leaving me.”

She wiggled her hands until he released her wrist. “Don’t tell me you love me one second and then threaten me the next.”

“Then, how about I tell you Adam and I want to take you – together?”

Adam rose on his knees, his golden skin shimmering over his gladiator-style body, his muscles clenching so tightly with his unreleased desire, they appeared as sharp as Maestru’s cheekbones.

“That’s obvious,” she muttered nervously as Adam eased a hand between her and Maestru’s chests, slowly reaching for her right breast. With a flick, he strummed the sore nipple Maestru had spanked and pinched.

Maestru penetrated her with his Master Species stare. “Contessa, I want you to understand what we mean by taking you together.” When he caressed her other breast, working an opposite rhythm as Adam, the sensation echoed inside her too-sensitive vagina, reverberating up to her womb.

“Ah, I do understand,” she gasped. “How is that so intense?”

Maestru bared his fangs. “If you think this is intense, wait until Adam and I are inside you, where we join as three and stay that way -” Turning his head in a clearly inhuman way, he breathed deeply as mist covered the cellar floor, rising above the bed, surrounding their bodies - “for eternity.” A static power circulated the mist, fueling it. The wings on Maestru’s chest seemed to move, almost flapping, as similar cartouches swirled in the air, moving in geometric patterns.

Adam reached behind her head and attached a gauzy fabric to her wrists, and when she yanked on her restraints, the material was softly giving but clearly restrictive.

Deep inside, her arousal stirred and bloomed as she hungered for their big male bodies, their incredible cocks, and their wine-like blood. Even though she was
physically
weaker than the two, she never felt as though they would purposely harm her.

When Maestru rose up, Adam lifted her, her binds stretching with his movement, and then lowered her back to his chest. His claws had emerged, but he was mindful of not hurting her. Dakota’s dark crevice cradled his erection, he swiped her a few times, up and down, and then moved his hands across her body, keeping her skin hotly stimulated.

The Coven Master smiled predatorily, the torchlight flickering across his fangs, as he dipped his head to kiss her on her soft and swollen mound.

Purely primal, Adam undulated his hips, pressing the head of his cock against her anus. She thought about his blue cords, and the way he seemed to lock onto her when he blew his load. Dakota wasn’t sure she wanted him there in the same way of the earlier phallus Maestru had used on her. Her body, however, felt differently, its aching emptiness vetoing every rational thought she had. Dakota felt Maestru’s mouth between her legs with his flickering tongue and scorching breath, and she was nearly sobbing. He placed another hard, possessive kiss on her labia, twirling his tongue just inside her opening. “You are delicious here.”

“I have to taste something, anything of hers. Now.” Adam’s fangs came down, pressing into her shoulder, his whiskers tickling her tender throat. He broke through the skin, moaning in gratification as he took a swallow. Dakota arched against his thick crown, taking the tip inside her forbidden hole, just enough to stoke a burning sensation. A hot rush moved beneath Dakota’s skin, and she flexed her hips upward, shamelessly pressing her drenched core against Maestru’s face. Adam adjusted himself, keeping his tip within her, bringing both his hands around to pinch and roll her nipples between forefingers and thumbs. Her breasts tightening under his hands, the points of her nipples hardened to pebbles.

“Delectable… you’re still bleeding a tad.” Maestru scraped her labia with his fangs, his tongue lapping at her sex as if he were literally eating her.

Embarrassment, over what he said, made her close her legs, but he pressed his firm fingertips against her inner thighs, effortlessly holding her open for him. Her sucked her nether lips between his teeth, and took a nip, and Dakota’s desire to come was irresistible. Her cries grew louder, her entire body concentrating on one area, the blood flowing faster and faster until she cried out for help. Maestru reached deep inside her with what felt like his claw, and flicked her flame into a brushfire. “Oh! Adam…Maestru,” she sobbed, swinging her head forcefully. Immediately, Adam stopped feeding and licked her closed, catching her chin and holding her steady while whispering darkly erotic endearments into her ear.

To her horrified shock, Maestru used his claw again – on himself, raking his scrotum and the length of the underside of his penis. It wasn’t the deepest of gouges, although blood trickled down his length. Maestru thrust inside her just as Adam pushed the first crown of his head through her tight anal ring. Her sex was brimming, the pressure and the intensity overwhelming.

“So good, keep going,” she groaned between them, never wanting their attentions to end. Maestru may have threatened her about leaving him, but he’d given her one mighty incentive to stay. She smelled the copper tanginess of blood right before Adam placed his wrist in front of her mouth. “Feed from your male, so I can provide for you in every way imaginable. I want to make this blood exchange with you, to bond in the way of you and Maestru.”

Dakota wrapped her lips over his puncture wounds and sucked greedily, his blood spicier than Maestru’s was, almost wilder. As she lost herself in the taste of his shifter, Maestru pushed all the way to her womb and held still, his circlet spinning as it touched her g-spot. Hands, she had no idea whose, spread her buttocks before Adam slipped halfway inside her forbidden hole. She pushed away Adam’s hand, swallowing enough to satisfy her hunger, and lay between them panting.

Maestru pushed her knees down a ways when he lowered his weight against her. “Blood of my blood.” He bit her again, his jaw working against her throat, his tongue lapping in that maddening way as he ground his hips in a circle.

Adam released a low moan, now holding the back of her neck with his open mouth and fangs. She tried to fight off this orgasm, wanting the sensation of them holding the cocks deep inside her to last for much longer. Yet, she couldn’t fight her frenzy when they started stroking her in opposite rhythms, rocking their hips atop her and beneath her, rolling their thick balls between her trembling thighs. Dakota clenched her teeth, longing to savor the ride to the sky, but she hadn’t the strength to fight such concentrated friction and consuming fullness. Maestru licked her bite closed, and with his claw, he punctured his throat for her to drink of him. She easily fed, sucking and lapping, as Maestru chanted over the three: “Sângele meu de sânge, ne casatorim pentru eternitate.” The words seemed to pierce her, going through to her soaring soul, weaving her life between Maestru and Adam.

“Uniting us blood to blood,” Adam finished in English.

Her belly burned, her legs twitched, he body stiffened into an unbending state. A wicked fire burned through her body, contorting her, taking her further away from her humanity and then she screamed her orgasm. Her males pushed all the way to the top, impaling her thoroughly, and spurted their seeds inside of her, wetting her with their thick cream. Dazedly, she realized Adam hadn’t locked onto her. Every inch of her mind felt dreamy, and her body and heart cherished. Still, Dakota wasn’t afraid to close her eyes, in fear of suffocating beneath the vulnerability of darkness, not when she was so well protected by these males, her males. “Good night,” she whispered.

Earlier, when Dakota stirred in Maestru’s bed, he was missing, though Adam was curved protectively around her back. To her utter horror, he eventually confessed that she’d lost another week of her life to unconsciousness, though Adam insisted she was under a deep sleep with her transforming into immortality. Since she didn’t remember anything about the past week’s dreams or heard Maestru crooning to her the way he had the last time she was unconscious, she figured the little devil known as the Coven Master, had used his mind tricks on her. When asked for confirmation of her theory, Adam vehemently denied her assumptions, trying instead to ‘mate’ her every hour of the day before they arrived at the hospital. Whether Adam was trying to use his glorious body to distract her – it almost worked, or he was just that needy, she’d never know. Nevertheless, she was too pissed to have sex, and even more concerned that yet another week had slipped by without her comforting her comatose father. “Never trust a vampire,” she muttered under her breath, smiling at the nurse when she walked up to the counter. Thankfully, she hadn’t been forced to call Rock for a lift, since Adam graciously brought her to the hospital. Unfortunately, there seemed to be a problem.

“May I help you?”

“I just went to my dad's room and he’s not there,” she explained, wondering if they’d taken him out for tests this late in the day.

The nurse scooted over to her computer. “His name?”

“Randall Collins.”