Crimson Dichotomy (Dichotomy Saga) (15 page)

Feminine power unfurled within her. Desire radiated off him in waves and yet he waited for her, needed her to accept the joining, accept him as her mate. She lifted her hips and moved his cock to her vaginal entrance. His hands clenched at his sides and still he didn’t move. She lowered herself slowly, taking him deep by blissful degrees.

“Now offer yourself to Katsu.”

She leaned forward and rested against Lukas’ chest. There was only one way to demonstrate her willingness to Katsu. She reached back and parted her ass cheeks, waiting for a cold rush of humiliation that never came.

“So beautiful.” Katsu brushed his fingers from the base of her spine into the valley she displayed for him. He caressed her opening with gentle reverence and tears welled in her eyes. So many sensations and every one of them was overwhelming. How would she survive this night?

His fingers felt warm and even more slippery than Lukas’ had. He prepared her carefully, stretching and lubricating her for long moments before he moved his cock into position.

“I’m right here, love.” He pressed inward until her anus began to spread for the tip of his cock. “Push back onto me. I’m yours for the taking.”

Emboldened by his words, she rocked back. Stinging pressure burned through her and she gritted her teeth. His hands grasped her hips and steadied her movement. She pushed again and something released. The burn receded, leaving blissful fullness.

Lukas drew her more snugly against his chest. He framed her face with his hands and kissed her mouth. Katsu slowly pulled back. Warm sensations culminated in his wake. Her nipples pebbled against Lukas’ chest and her clit throbbed in tandem.

She surrendered herself to the sensations, unable to do more than submit to their caring dominance. Katsu fucked her with long, slow strokes, accentuating every inch moving inside her. Lukas remained still, though anything but passive. His tongue moved in her mouth and he insinuated one hand between them, expertly fingering her clit.

Her second climax was fast and sharp. The men barely registered its passing. Katsu thrust his entire length into her tight back passage then pulled her body up until only the tip of Lukas’ cock remained inside her.

“It’s your turn, sweetheart. You fuck us.” Lukas took her hips and showed her the rhythm. She sank onto his cock, drawing herself off Katsu. Then she lifted herself off Lukas and drove Katsu deep. “Faster.”

She tossed her hair out of her eyes, consumed by raw hunger. Her body embraced them with heat and they filled her with fire. Lukas pinched her nipples while Katsu circled her clit. Sensations burst inside her and passed into them. They intensified the pleasure and passed it back into her.

Harder and faster she claimed her mates, amazed by the savagery driving her movements. She needed them with her, inside her, forever. They were essential to her survival. No longer able to maintain his passivity, Lukas took control of her movements, thrusting inward with even more force than she’d used to fuck him. Katsu followed suit and they filled her together, stretching her body as never before.

Reality burst in a blinding shower of light. She screamed as wave upon wave of searing intensity crashed down upon them. Katsu collapsed against her back, driving her down onto Lukas. Their cocks pulsed in unison, the distinct spasms prolonging the surreal pleasure.

Their heartbeats took on the same rhythm as they gradually emerged from the bliss. Katsu stroked her back, teasing the outer swell of her breasts. “Are you okay?”

“I…that was unbelievable.”

Lukas kissed her gently on the mouth. “I’m glad you approve.”

Katsu reluctantly pulled out, dragging a moan from Rebecca. “I hate hurting you, even a little.”

“Which is why she needs me,” Lukas pointed out with a deep chuckle. “I’m not afraid to push her, find out where her true limits lie.” He rolled her to her side and carefully separated their bodies.

“I’m pretty sure we found them tonight. I can’t imagine anything more intense than what we just shared.”

“And I’ve got the rest of our lives to prove you wrong.”

Katsu touched her knee, tenderness and banked desire smoldering in his eyes. “A long hot bath might feel really good to you now. Why don’t we leave him to his gloating for a while?”

“I had a bath while you were sleeping and he’s earned the right to gloat. But I’d love a long, hot shower.”

The tavern was dark and dank. Raze stole glances through his lashes, careful not to make eye contact with anyone. They’d been stopped at the city gate as Ella had predicted. The guard attempted to verify her story, but Ella’s contact hadn’t responded to his telepathic page. A line of impatient people formed behind them as the delay lengthened and finally the guard had approved them to enter D’arcy Aiden.

They walked to one end of the long, narrow bar and waited for the bartender to approach. “Has Samauterra been in tonight?” she asked the sharp-featured barkeep.

“I haven’t seen her in weeks. Is there something I can help you with?”

Ella stepped closer to the bar and lowered her voice. “I’m selling not buying. And I prefer to deal with those familiar to me.”

He shrugged. “If you’re going to hang around, you have to drink. I don’t tolerate loitering.”

“Give us a pitcher of whatever you have on tap.”

He grabbed a pitcher off the shelf behind him and filled it from the tap. “I thought vampires stuck to blood.”

“Are you offering?”

“Not personally, but I can arrange most anything you can imagine.” He set the pitcher in front of her and she tossed down a multicolored coin.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

They moved to a small round table in one corner of the bar.

“Don’t you have some way of contacting her directly?” Taerok grumbled.

“I’ve been trying since we materialized on this side of the Veil. I have no idea why she’s not responding.”

He shook his head with a sneer. “I don’t have time for this. Stay here in case she shows up. I’m going to investigate other options.”

Ella frowned as she watched him leave. “I think we should take the barkeep into his storeroom. He’ll tell me anything I want to know while you suck his cock.”

“Why don’t you just scan his mind?” Raze shot her a sidelong glance then returned his gaze to the tabletop. “That would be far less conspicuous.”

“Though not nearly as much fun.” She slipped her hand under his cloak and squeezed his thigh. “I love to watch you work. You reduce anyone to a trembling heap with just a few strokes of your talented tongue. Besides, most Dark Elves can defuse a compulsion before it takes root.”

He didn’t know how to respond to the unwanted compliment. Pleasure meant so much more when it was offered freely.

“I was cruel to you before. I know I upset you.” Her fingers crept ever closer to his crotch. “Things will be different this time. You will belong to me, so my resentment of Taerok need not taint our pleasure.”

He didn’t believe her for a second. Her fingers curved around his cock and he bunched the material over her hand, trying to conceal the subtle pumping. “Please, Mistress. Can’t this wait until we return to your lair?”

“I can’t seem to stop myself when I’m near you. Only Taerok’s cock is more appealing.” Her fingers squeezed cruelly as she mentioned the master.

“You’re hurting me.” He caught her wrist, not daring to jerk her hand away. Her fingers eased, resuming their easy shuttle along his semi-erect length.

The bartender ambled over to their table, his expression grim. “I have rooms upstairs for this sort of entertainment. I can’t afford any more complaints.”

She pulled her hand out from under the table and manufactured a smile. “Is there somewhere we can go for a few minutes, so I can explain my predicament in more detail?”

He hesitated, taking stock of his other customers. “We can use my office, but you better make it quick.”

She moved behind Raze and parted the cloak as the bartender closed his office door. “He’s fully trained and ready to serve. Aren’t you, slave?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

The bartender’s gaze focused on Ella with cool contempt. “If I were going to bend anyone over my desk it would be you, not him.”

“Tell me what I need to know and that can be arranged.”

“Pull up your dress and show me what you’re offering.”

If you whisper one word of this to Taerok, I’ll kill you
. She hiked up her skirt around her waist and bent over his desk, spreading her thighs in blatant invitation.

The bartender thrust two fingers into her core and chuckled. “You’re sopping wet. Did he do this to you or are you excited by the thought of being fucked by a complete stranger?”

Raze was far more interested in the answer than he would care to admit. He’d thought all organic vampires were dominant.

“I need to find Lukas Mandalay.” She canted her hips as the barkeep slid his fingers in and out of her pussy. “Do you know him?”

“Is his mother a sylph?”

“Yes. Where can I find him?”

“I know where he lives, but I have no idea if he’s on this side of the Veil.”

“Give me directions to his house. We’ll take it from there.”

As if to seal the barter, the bartender freed his cock and thrust it up inside her. She tossed her head and moaned. Was she as insatiable as she appeared or was her pleasure feigned? Raze couldn’t tell. Her grunts and gasps were certainly believable.

“Harder,” she cried, rising to the balls of her feet in an effort to take him deeper. “Fuck me harder.” The barkeep was all too happy to oblige her. For a long moment Raze heard nothing but the slap of flesh against flesh.

The barkeep’s ass flexed and released as he pounded away inside Ella. She clutched the desk and cried out with each deep thrust. It didn’t take long. The barkeep grasped her hips and arched one final time as he shuddered in release.

“Damn, woman. You’ve got one powerful grip.” He pulled out and readjusted his clothes. “Nice doing business with you. Let me find something to write with and I’ll draw you a map to his house.”

She flipped down her skirt and smoothed down her hair. “Not one word.” She sneered as she brushed past Raze. “Not one fucking word.”

With the bartender’s map in his hand, he followed Ella out into the night. He wouldn’t need to tell Taerok what had happened; the bitch reeked of sex. They ducked into an alley and waited for Taerok to respond to Ella’s silent call.

“This better be important, I was… You smell like a backstreet whore.”

“I’ll let you lick me clean when we get back to my lair.”

“We have a map to his cottage.” Raze handed the napkin to Taerok.

“I don’t have to ask how you paid for this information.” He studied the map for a moment before he said, “Take the collar off Raze. I won’t allow him to be caught and we might need his assistance if Mandalay has reinforcements.”

She didn’t look pleased by the prospect, but she didn’t argue. Moving behind Raze, she grasped the band to either side of the seam. “
Larif metar dra inty ba
.”

The collar released and Raze sighed. In a flurry of motion Taerok snatched the band out of Ella’s grasp and jerked her out from behind Raze. He sank his fangs into her breast before she guessed his intention.

Feed, my love! Drain her dry
.

My love? Raze lunged for her as the phrase echoed through his mind. He latched on to the side of her throat and sucked with all his strength. Blood flooded his mouth and ran across his chin. His head spun and they sank to their knees, dragging Ella with them. She shrieked and twisted, clawing at their arms and faces.

Faster!

Raze sucked until his cheeks ached and his throat burned. Her screams turned to whimpers and finally moans. Power sizzled through his veins and pounded in his brain. His master had not abandoned him, had never abandoned him. They would locate the Dichotomy halfling, and together they would rule the day!

* * *

Rebecca watched her mates over the rim of her wineglass, fascinated by their playful banter. Lukas had given her some time alone with Katsu before he joined them in the shower. They’d taken turns licking her pussy until she was too weak to stand. Then she’d knelt before them and used her mouth on one while she stroked the other. It had been nearly as thrilling as the original joining, yet it left her anxious for more. She wanted their fullness inside her and their solid warmth pressing in on her from all sides.

“Are you sleepy or contemplating mischief?” Lukas asked her.

“A little of both.”

“If you’re sleepy,” Katsu said, “I’ll keep him away from you for a while.”

“Are you ready to explore all our options?” Lukas challenged.

Heat suffused Rebecca’s face as she imagined them together, locked in a passionate embrace.

Lukas chuckled. “Looks like Bianca isn’t the only one intrigued by the idea.”

“I think keeping our women satisfied will be more than enough for us.” Katsu pushed back from the table, meaning to stand, but Lukas got there first.

“Everyone else has surrendered to this joining, but you’re still holding back.” Lukas rocked Katsu backward, resting the chair against the wall. “This won’t work unless every person is fully committed to every other person.”

“I’m fully committed,” Katsu objected. “I just don’t want to fuck you.”

“Not good enough.” Lukas cupped Katsu’s chin and claimed his mouth.

Rebecca watched the kiss, feeling heat well within her. She knew what it felt like to be claimed by Lukas, to be left with no choice but surrender. Her nipples hardened beneath her shirt and her core ripened.

Lukas had suggested they dress to slow down the next round. It wasn’t having much impact on him now. His hands moved over Katsu with obvious purpose, while Katsu battled his pride.

“You’re getting hard,” Lukas whispered against Katsu’s mouth.

“So are you.” Katsu boldly cupped the bulge in the front of Lukas’ pants.

“What are we going to do about it?” Lukas countered.

“I guess I’m going to surrender like everyone else.”

Lukas’ head snapped up and he looked toward the window. “Fuck.” He let Katsu down with a thud and shoved Rebecca toward him. “Stay behind me. Both of you!”

Taerok appeared in an instant, another vampire at his side. The other vampire was frighteningly beautiful and naked beneath a velvet cloak. Not allowing the odd details to distract her from the danger, Rebecca looked around for a weapon, something with which to assist Lukas should the need arise.

Katsu pushed to his feet and moved in close beside her. They remained quiet and still, allowing their Sentinel to do his job.

“This doesn’t need to be bloody,” Taerok said. “I see no reason to break another one of Max’s toy soldiers. Give me the girl and I’ll be on my way.”

“You know that’s not going to happen.”

“Can’t say I didn’t offer.”

They flew at each other, colliding with enough force to shake the cottage. Taerok’s hand jabbed toward Lukas’ throat and Rebecca bit back a scream. Lukas deflected the motion, diverting the impact to his broad shoulder. A silver object slipped out of Taerok’s hand. It wasn’t a knife, but what the hell was it? The long, slender band skidded across the floorboards and came to rest well out of reach.

Pretty-boy skirted the fray and lunged for Rebecca. She drove him back with a pyrokinetic burst. Startled and singed, he repositioned then dove again. Katsu flew at him, a continual flurry of arms and legs.

Lukas slammed Taerok into the far wall, shattering the glass in the adjacent window. Taerok lunged for his throat, but Lukas ducked beneath his arm and spun away. Quickly adjusting his stance, Lukas encompassed the cottage in a blinding pulse of light. The vampires shrieked. Pretty-boy dropped to the floor and covered himself with his cloak. Taerok flailed within the beam, screaming and twisting.

Rebecca smashed her chair against the floor and grabbed one of the splintered legs. Not trusting her own agility, she tossed the makeshift weapon to Katsu. He immediately leapt into action, driving the stake deep into Taerok’s chest.

Taerok shuddered, his eyes wide with shock. He grasped the chair leg with both hands as blood gushed out around the wood. His eyes glazed and he sank to his knees as his life’s blood streamed out around him.

“Master!” Pretty-boy sobbed, crawling through the blood to reach Taerok.

Lukas picked up the silver band and snapped it against the side of Pretty-boy’s neck. “
Estri miko fon. Tallanty norest fontae. Fontae miko estri setra to
.” The grieving vampire hissed and cried out, his arms cradling the body of his fallen master.

“What is that thing?” she asked as Lukas stepped back.

“A Titseeny collar. Max will be thrilled to have another one. They render any paranormal being powerless. Makes our job a whole hell of a lot easier. When they work right.”

Max arrived half an hour later with a cleanup team. The only fight Pretty-boy gave them was when they separated him from Taerok’s body.

“I’m sorry about Taerok,” Lukas told his commander. “We had no choice but to take him out.”

“Part of me knew it would end this way. I’m just glad it’s finally over.” He motioned to the blood-soaked floor and the shattered window. “We’ve got this. Why don’t you take Rebecca home?”

“My pleasure,” he said with an unrepentant smile.