Captiva Master - Vampire Warewolf Menage Six Feet Under Series Book 4) (22 page)

“Maestru,” she greeted him calmly, though he could see her heart hammering beneath the bodice of her dress. Instantly, he pulled back his Species, her presence calming his inner beast. She took a tentative step closer when Adam caught up to her, clamping his hand on her shoulder.

“You said you were going to speak with your old friends, the servers,” he whispered though everyone could hear perfectly. Not a vampire was stirring, all watching in dead silence as the only Contessa this Coven has ever known walked into their dungeon.

“I was doing just that, Adam.” Lifting her chin proudly, Dakota’s eyes stayed away from the nude vampiress swaying in his arms. “I stopped down here, hoping Maestru would be finished by now, so we could dance before going home.” She took Adam’s hand, briefly glancing at more than one hundred vampires and Undead in various acts of the darkest sin.

“I’m actually finished, Contessa.” Maestru couldn’t believe Dakota was controlling her urges so well, that she wasn’t beheading Sheila herself. He could also sense the awe and pride his Coven members were taking in his Dakota, in their Contessa. Frankly, he was in awe himself, though he felt a big fight heading his way the first chance they were alone.

Motioning for one of the guards, he thrust Sheila away. “Turn her over to Rock or Bane. If you fail, you will die by my hands.” Pulling out his phone, he texted Kash, since Oycher was at the Dynasty Empire, and requested he come and deal with the insolent bouncer in a manner befitting his crime. To his surprise, Dakota stood at the base of the stairs, waiting for him to escort her and Adam. They did so in complete silence. Whether it was going to be pleasant or not, Maestru was determined that the rest of this night belonged to his wife.

“Where did Maestru go?”

“Not to worry, he’s just having a word with another vampire outside.”

“So, where’s Luisa?” Dakota asked warily as the entered the main foyer of their home.

“I called ahead and asked Luisa to help Blythe with some cooking, cleaning, and general all around…stuff.” Adam said, quietly. “Sixten had said Blythe was exhausted, and this way, Luisa won’t irk you by her presence.”

“All you’ve done since we’ve met is take care of me,” she said just as quietly, holding her arms out for him.

He brought her to his chest, trying not to crush her against him, sliding his palms up and down her back. “We can take care of one another.” Looking over her head, he took in the splendor of Maestru’s home, now
their
home. Adam still wasn’t used to this, of being the co-male of a magnificent abode that had no bars, no cages. “I have hopes of garnering your love, and in the future, children.” He thought about Amy’s baby, wondering if she would indeed keep it as she hoped, of if the infant would be too much for her to handle. After all, it was going to be a Habaline. “But we need to talk about what happened tonight.” Gently, he pulled her into a small sitting parlor, well, small for this house.

“I’m sick over it,” she said.

“I’m not talking about Maestru and that naked witch, but you and I. You lied to me, Dakota.” He flattened his hands on a side table, staring up at the most ridiculously obscene painting imaginable.

She stood next to him, both their heads tilting to the side, their eyes squinting at the art. “Is that Maestru?” she finally asked, her mouth agape.

“God, I hope not.”

“I didn’t exactly lie,” she toed around the truth, tearing her eyes away from the picture. “I went to say hello to my old workmates, and I heard this chatter that the almighty Coven Master had gone to the dungeon. So putting two and two together, I weaseled past the bouncer and through the door.”

“You could have been hurt.”

Her brow rose. “Sounds like you know the place from experience.”

“I won’t walk this road of jealousies with you. You are mine and I am yours. It’s simple enough. So back to my point, you shouldn’t have gone downstairs.”

“I’m a grown woman.”

“Who lives in a world where women aren’t treated the same as they are in the human world. This doesn’t make it right or fair, but it’s true. In the kingdom of ancients, Dakota, the weak are not on top. Sure, you are as smart as any male, smarter even. But as far as brute force and power, you are negligible.” He spread his hands wide in frustration. “Not to belittle your particular near death with the Habalines, but I’ve seen females damaged by my brethren in such sadistic ways that death would have been their savior. The sneaking around with Renee, the sneaking around at Six Feet Under, and any future antics you have up your sleeve will stop.” He wrapped a possessive palm around the column of her throat, stroking her pulse point with his thumb. “You are my female, and you are also the Contessa of the North American Coven. With your position comes danger, and I refuse to lose you, especially due to blatant recklessness. This is the only time I will let this pass, Dakota. I take care of what’s mine, and I
will
keep you alive.”

When Dakota opened her mouth to skewer him, her words faltered when they noticed a conversation Maestru was having with Dru, on the side terrace. Dakota walked to the French doors, peering through a windowpane. “They must be discussing Dad.”

“Perhaps we should continue out discussion tomorrow. Let’s go upstairs and bathe,” he said, knowing she didn’t need to hear what was happening to Randall. “It’s been too long a day for you after your awakening.” When he tugged on her elbow, she flipped the door handle and walked out to hear an earful.

“I’ve given him four blood transfusions,” Dru explained. “I think, since Randall wasn’t dead when he was tainted with Bordis’ bite, that he could transform into a normal, healthy Undead now. Respectfully, you would have to turn him, My Master. I can’t take on the responsibility. I miss my wife enough when duties call me twenty-four-seven, and I won’t ask another vampire to take on the burden.”

Maestru had already turned Dakota’s way. “Dru, thank you and I’ll phone you in the morning.” When Dru misted away, Adam pulled Dakota into the house with Maestru warding the French doors behind them. “I wasn’t going to tell you this atrocity on the first day of your awakening. Your emotions were,
are
scattered, and you have enough to sort through.”
“Do you think I’m that weak?” she countered, storming through the parlor and into the main corridor.

Maestru gaped. “My Bride is not weak!”

“You’d better not let my dad die, Maestru, whatever it takes. Bordis attacking him…” she stalled out. Quietly, Dakota moved up the stairs, never realizing she was starting to glide, which she could never do in public around humans. “The worse I’ve done to you,” she said, stopping in front of her bedchamber door and pointing an accusatory finger at Maestru, “is sneak around your house with my goofball of a friend. You…made me think my Dad was okay. Him being bitten by your archenemies that killed your first wife is not okay!” She meant to walk through the doorway, but Maestru misted in her way, blocking her access.

“I will save Randall at all costs, and this is not your room,” Maestru said darkly, reaching out to caress her shoulder, but she pulled away.

“Then I’ll gladly leave.”

“You’re our wife,” Maestru enunciated every syllable, gesturing between Adam and he. “Our wife sleeps in our bed.”

“Not when one of her husbands smells like another woman,” she said with a sneer, “a
naked
woman.”

“I know how bad that looked,” Maestru said evenly. “However, I was only collecting a Blood Debt.”

She stood on her tiptoes and pointed her finger pistol at him. “Wrong thing to say, buddy.”

“I’m the Coven Master,” he continued with a shrug, moving back into the hallway. She was forced to move backwards to avoid touching him. “I collect Blood Debts from those I punish all the time. I did nothing sexual with that vampiress, nothing whatsoever. Nor did I want to.”

“I know.” Her back hit Adam’s chest and he stayed put, not giving her an inch as Maestru herded her between them. “Somehow, I know you won’t cheat on me. Even so, what if the situation were reversed? I drink blood now. When the time comes for me to feed from a male, would you mind if he were buck naked, wearing nothing but boots and fangs?”

Maestru’s fangs lengthened considerably, though he kept a soft, even tone that sounded too close to dangerous. “Why would it matter what a dead male wears?”

She bristled. “So you can feed from females and
I
have to feed from females? I don’t think so.” She veered to the side and Maestru shot his arm out, not touching her, but not giving her passage. “That’s far too intimate for me, sinking my fangs into another woman, and quite in par with a
double standard
.”

Adam shook off his shifter, the images of her feeding from anyone other than her males abrading his nerves. “You’ll feed from your males only.”

“So Adam,” she whispered, “even though you trust me, what if you were to see me holding a naked man, feeding from him?”

“After I left my killing rage,” Adam said, raising a brow over Dakota’s head at Maestru, “I would be deeply pained.”

Maestru’s hand curved around her upper arm, pulling her toward his bedchamber door. “I am sorry that I hurt you. If necessity dictates that I claim blood from another female, I will inform you.”

“Well, that’s a compromise.” She wrenched her arm back. “Are there any other secrets you’re hiding that I should know about?”

“I’ve lived almost sixteen hundred years,” he said, whispering against her ear. “Some of my secrets may benefit you.” He nodded toward the door. “I won’t touch you, if you don’t will it. Nevertheless, you will sleep between your males tonight, where a Bride belongs, even if it’s
only
to sleep.”

When she opened her mouth, Adam cut her off. She was exhausted, emotional from her awakening into a vampiress, and distraught over learning of her father’s dark predicament. Tonight, Maestru had challenged her trust far too much for a new relationship, and the Coven Master wasn’t accustomed to explaining himself. However, they could discuss this in the morning. Right now, all Dakota needed was rest and affection. “I will bathe you and put you to bed with a good feeding. I cannot rest comfortably until I do.”

Her shoulders dropped and the look she gave Adam was nothing short of immense gratitude. She hadn’t been able to stomach her food or drink, when at the bar. He kissed her temple, pulling her inside their bedchamber. “I understand how you no longer want food,” he whispered softly as they made their way to a bathroom fit for an imperial ruler. “I can eat but I don’t want the taste or the texture in my mouth. I get it, sweetheart.” He started the shower with his mind, the multi-heads spraying soothing heat.

He moved his lips over Dakota’s, removing her dress quickly and then his clothes. Maestru drew off his clothes, saying nothing. Adam knew Maestru wouldn’t take her, would keep his word, but his eyes raked over Dakota’s naked breasts and stomach with a hot lick.

“Okay, in we go,” he said, easing her into the pulsating streams and grabbing some shower gel. He had no choice but to wash her breasts first, working the lather in slow circles over her generous tips, the pink so wide and round.

Maestru slipped into the shower, as well. However, he veered far from their Dakota, and the shower was large enough to do so. He soaped his chest as Adam soaped Dakota’s hips and thighs, working his way to her back and ass. Maestru’s sex hardened quickly, pointing directly at her, but so had Adam’s, which was a natural state whenever he was with his Dakota.

“Almost finished, My Mate,” he said, reaching for a soft cloth and running it under the warm stream. “Just spread your legs wide, hold them open.” She flushed and he raised a censoring brow. “I’ve touched every inch of you, been inside everywhere.”

She widened her thighs, leaning her head back into the rush of water and rinsing her shampoo. He lovingly cleaned her as Maestru soaped his cock, working the suds up and down his length furiously. When Maestru called her name during his impending release, her eyes snapped across the shower, locking onto Maestru. That’s when the Coven Master sprayed the floor with his hot jets, his release spiraling into the drain.

“You see that, Dakota,” Maestru gasped; squeezing the head of his cock as she quickly turned away, her face flushed with need and a bit of embarrassment. “Even when I jerk off, I think only of you.” He smiled, flashing fang, when he reached for a towel and made a big show of drying his balls. “Now, you don’t have to worry about snuggling up to my erection, since it’s all taken care of.”

Adam rolled his eyes, toweling off Dakota’s hair. She had to know vampires could keep it up all night and the day after. “Come, Dakota, I’m going to teach you to find my vein and feed with those new fangs.”

“I would appreciate a kiss goodnight, Love,” Maestru said far too wickedly.

Dakota was wet and it wasn’t from the shower. Maestru patted the center of the bed, which had to be custom made due to its large size. She crawled up the center knowing she had no defenses when it came to this vampire, none at all. She was wearing one of her fanciful gowns, her skin already spoiled with the luxury of such fine silk. He leaned in, waiting for her to stop him. When she didn’t, he lifted her damp hair and made leisurely licks from one shoulder to the other. “That’s a goodnight kiss?” she gasped.

Adam reclined on the other side of her, his lust-filled eyes glittering. “It looks like a hello kiss from my vantage point,” he quipped. “Now, bring those dainty fangs over my way, spread your gorgeous body over mine.” Adam pulled her on top of him. “Try to use your instincts, Dakota. Close your eyes and sense the blood, listen as it rushes through me. When you find the sound, you’ll know where to bite.”

She was taken aback. “What if I hurt you?”

“I’ll heal quickly enough,” he coaxed, “give it a try.”

Dakota sniffed his delicious skin, working her mouth this way and that. It seemed that every time she moved in for a bite, Maestru turned his head negligibly, telling her she’d picked the wrong spot. Thoroughly frustrated and hungry, she was about to give up and ask him to open a vein for her, when she heard the buzz, felt the rush beneath her skin as it called her mouth where she wanted to go. She spun, flipping her ass in Adam’s face and sniffed his balls while digging around his apex. Without another thought, she felt her teeth lengthen. Something a little slimy lubricated them as she hissed, and then sank her fangs on the inside of his thigh. The pop of the flesh, soft yet strong, exhilarated her, making her wetter. When the taste of his blood hit her tongue, sliding down the back of her throat, she slammed her pussy right on his face and wiggled it.