Crimson Heat: 4 (Vampira) (9 page)

“Lie on me,” he whispered.

She blinked open her eyes. Surprise washed over her. She hadn’t realized the two of them were already on top of the bed with him lying face up. Reluctantly, she sheathed her fangs. Wiping away the blood from her lips, she then eagerly climbed on top of him. As she impaled herself, his massive cock slid deep inside her wet vagina.

“Lie down on Jaymes,” Tristan ordered from beside the bed. She did what he said, leaving herself impaled. Her breasts flattened against his hard, muscular chest. He sucked in his breath as she gyrated her hips teasingly and then he grinned up at her.

“It’s been way too long, Satin,” he whispered.

She moaned as Luca’s lubed finger pressed past her sphincter into her ass. He explored gently while Lisbeth bowed her head to kiss Jaymes. His warm lips fervently accepted hers, the touch of their mouths fusing sparked delightful shivers through her.

Impaled on Jaymes’ cock, she impatiently waited for Luca to finish preparing her ass. The intoxicating firmness of Jaymes’ lips moving over hers kept her heady and poised on the edge of a climax. For a moment, laughter bubbled up from deep inside her as she thought about her drawer full of sex toys and condoms. Who needed those when she finally had her males back in her bed?

Jaymes broke the kiss. “What’s so funny?”

“I’m so happy,” she replied truthfully. “I never ever in my wildest dreams imagined that I would be with you three again.”

A splinter of sorrow flared past his glowing red eyes and she knew he was thinking of the years they’d lost. But then the sadness dissolved, replaced by joy. His elation reached into her too.

“We’ve made it back to each other. We will be together. Forever.”

She nodded and kissed him again, fervently, loving the determination of his possessive mouth claiming her lips. From the corner of her eye, she detected movement and spied Tristan standing beside the bed, mere inches away from her face. He stroked his cock and she watched as it grew long and swelled with magnificent speed upward toward his abdomen.

When Jaymes broke the kiss, she angled her head away from Jaymes’ face and tucked her chin against his shoulder, baring her neck to him, knowing that he would wait until she was climaxing before he pierced into her and drank from her.

Tristan angled his cock down toward her face and her breath hitched as she spied a lustrous drop of fluid appearing at the slit of his tip. She licked her lips, aching to take his bulging cock head into her mouth. Heat whispered against her lips as he stepped closer.

The mattress moved as Luca got into position over her. She tensed as he pressed his engorged lubed cock against her sphincter. The intense pressure of not having a male’s shaft in her ass for so long made Lisbeth gasp. Tristan took the opportunity to push his cock head past her lips. She readily sucked on his rigid flesh, savoring the strength and loving the guttural groan erupting from deep inside his chest.

Arousal lanced her as Luca withdrew and thrust into her ass again. His motion pushed her tender clit against Jaymes’ pubic bone, causing a wondrous friction. Instantly, sensations exploded and her pussy and ass clenched both males’ cocks. Beneath her, Jaymes moaned his appreciation. Luca withdrew and plunged into her ass again. He increased his thrusts, sinking hard and fast into her, until her entire body tightened with desperation. Beneath her, Jaymes’ body went rigid as he neared his orgasm.

She shattered, crying out as untamed shivers wrenched her apart. Sweet pain pierced her neck as Jaymes’ fangs sunk into her flesh and he fed.

The males continued to fuck her. The sharp slap of flesh on flesh mingled with the slurp of her lips as she kept sucking on Tristan’s cock. She trembled within the vibrating pleasure. Shuddered as the pulsing waves came quickly, swelling and pummelling over her.

She whimpered as she rocked into a second climax. Her cry muffled against Tristan’s pistoning cock as the searing shudders tore through her one after another.

As he came, Tristan’s cock jerked wildly in her mouth. She gulped at his pulsing flesh and drank his hot seed, loving the heat of it washing down her throat. When he stopped pistoning his cock into her mouth and held still, the need to feed again shattered her self-control. She unleashed her fangs and quickly pierced Tristan’s thick shaft, preventing him from leaving her mouth. She ignored his painful outcry and greedily drank as his hot blood gushed over her tongue.

* * * * *

Exquisite arousal and sensual pain washed through Tristan’s cock and deep into his balls and belly as Satin’s sharp fangs sliced into his flesh and she eagerly drank. Brilliant stars exploded in his vision as he watched the length of her neck convulse with her every swallow. She moaned frequently, each whimper stunning his senses. Each slurp and movement of her lips squeezing around his cock head teased his shaft. Her pale skin began to glow pink, a sure sign that she was now reaching the level of energy she needed to continue fucking for a very long night.

This was very good. She was a succulent female and the males would never tire of her. How had he ever lived so long without her? He didn’t have a clue. But being away from her for so many years was now just a mere nightmare. He would not think of it again. He could not. For he might go mad.

He struggled to remain still as she continued to suck but it was tremendously hard. Already the stirrings of yet another climax echoed from deep within as her lips pursed around his cock head. But he could wait, for the more she ingested, the more they could fuck.

Christina Bloodrayne had just materialized into her New York City third-floor studio apartment after finishing a pleasant visit with her parents and her uncle in their kingdom, when two large males materialized right in front of her.

Had she not been tired from her parents’ relentless questioning of how her life was going in the human world, she might have had the energy to dematerialize in a split second. Unfortunately, she wasn’t at the top of her game. Before she could even fathom the thought of departure, a blinding flash of stars burst into her eyes and blasted the power right out of her, leaving her to crash to her knees.

A scarf that Zeena loved to wear whispered through the air and fell on the carpet right in front of Christina. Her mind whirled as her sister’s scent wafted off it and teased her nostrils. They truly
had
her sister

Sons of vampire bitches
!

“If you dematerialize, you’ll never see your sister alive again, vampiress,” a booming, gravelly voice echoed from behind her. Someone grabbed her by the back of her neck, preventing her from turning around and seeing her abusers.

“What do you want?” she snapped, trying to keep her vision from growing black.

The bastards were probably trying to kidnap her and she really should leave. She was a princess and worth a lot of money if she fell into the wrong hands. Her sire had been insisting she take a Warrior bodyguard into the human world, but was relatively sure she would be able to handle herself in any situation.

Until now.

Fear and nausea slithered through her and she resisted the urge to vomit. She could not abandon her sister. If they were telling the truth.

“You are the sister of Zeena Bloodrayne,” the other male growled.

Christina stiffened.

“We have your sister.”

She resisted the urge to pierce her captor’s hand with her sharp nails, turn on them and scratch their eyes out.

“We have a message for the female called Lisbeth Crowe. If she wants to see Zeena alive again, she must return to her Clan by the next human sundown. Understood?”

The male let go of her neck. She whirled around with full intentions of finding out where her sister was, but she came face-to-face with empty air. The two brutes had disappeared. She sniffed the air and tried to find their trail so she could follow, but their scent had already dissolved.

Shit! She had no idea where to start searching for Lisbeth.

* * * * *

“You’re my sweetest slave, Satin,” the Queen cooed as Satin lay on the Queen’s bed. She was weary and limp from the evil female’s latest drinkfest on her body. Her throat ached from where her incisors had pierced the skin.

“The next time I dine on you we will begin sexual relations,” the Queen continued in a soft, almost childish voice.

Satin froze. Sex with the Queen? Never!

She kept her eyes closed as the Queen brushed a finger over Satin’s clothed breast. The urge to get up and run away was so strong she would have done it and risked punishment, had she the energy. But the Queen had drained most of her strength. What little she had left was just enough to sustain her until her healing powers kicked in and since she was a rogue, she wasn’t as quick to heal as a full-blood.

Instinctively she knew one day soon the Queen would go too far and drain her completely.

“I think we would make a fantastic couple. You will live in here with me, instead of in the dreadful dungeon. You will bathe in perfumed waters every day. I will make love to you any time I wish and I can dine off you every day.”

Every day would kill her!

Satin’s pulse quickened as the Queen’s cold finger drifted up along the sore throat wound, then up and over her chin, to caress Satin’s lower lip.

“I know you’re awake, my sweetness. I know you want to become my lover. I’ve taken an occasional female lover before, and you excite me so much.”

Oh sweet vampire, please leave me alone.

“You’ve been an obedient slave until recently, but I’ve seen a change in you.”

Satin’s stomach sank. Did the Queen know about Satin sleeping with the three males?

“You seem to not pay as much attention to me as you used to. I think I’m jealous.”

It’s called growing up. It’s called wanting my freedom. It’s called being in love with three males.

Satin tried hard to keep the tears from coming, but one escaped and dripped down her cheek, leaving a hot, deceiving trail. Thankfully though, the Queen didn’t notice because she was getting up off the bed.

“Guards!” she shouted in her shrill, demanding voice.

The door squeaked as it opened and there was a rush of feet as the guards came in.

“Bring her to the dungeons and have her fitted with a collar that will prevent her from dematerializing. I want added assurance she will not leave me. Ever.”

No
.

“When she’s outfitted, return her to my lair. She will be living in my rooms from now on.”

No
.

“Yes, my Queen,” the several guards whispered in unison.

“Oh! And when she returns have her dine on my favorite male blood-slave until she is nourished enough to return. They will both become my lovers. I will enjoy watching them have sex together. They will do whatever I command. It will be so exciting!”

Her and the Queen’s current male lover? The Queen’s male had been taken from another Clan. He was untamed and insane. Besides, she could never be with a male she didn’t love.

“Make sure he doesn’t kill her while she is dining on him. I want my soon-to-be lovers full of energy.”

No. No.

Despair raged through her and she kept her eyes closed as the guards grabbed her arms and lifted her from the Queen’s plush bed. With Satin’s legs too weak to move, her feet were dragged across the floor as the guards did the Queen’s bidding.

No. No. No. I can’t become the Queen’s lover. I can’t. I can’t. I won’t!

* * * * *

Jaymes cursed beneath his breath as he and the other two males read Satin’s mind while she slept. After they took turns fucking her through the Crimson Moon, they’d fallen exhausted into the bed when dawn approached. They’d slept soundly with Satin curled against them. But as the next eve approached, they’d awoken to her gut-wrenching whimpers and desperate cries. He’d wanted to rouse her, to yank her out of her horrific nightmare, but as his hands touched her soft shoulder, he’d slipped into her mind so easily he hadn’t been able to stop it. Mind-reading was a phenomenon that Crimson full-bloods and some rogues like he and Luca experienced during the Crimson Moon.

He’d discovered Satin’s mind filled with visions of the Queen dining on her. Of Satin’s weakness. Her fear had reached out and wrapped around him, sucking him right into the Queen’s bedroom and what the bitch had said to a close-to-death Satin about her becoming their ruler’s lover. Her horror of her not being able to be with the three of them slipped into his bloodstream. The ferocity of her sadness made him so angry he let out a fierce growl.

Satin awoke on a gasp.

“What…what are you doing?” she asked as she gazed at the three of them with eyes filled with terror and confusion.

“Mind-reading,” Tristan said coldly from where he sat on the bed. “Why didn’t you tell us about the Queen wanting a sexual relationship with you?”

Anger flared in Satin’s eyes. “You had no right!”

“We have every right,” Luca broke in. He was trembling as he sat beside her on the edge of the bed. Jaymes could feel his friend’s anger ripping through the air and mingling with his and Tristan’s.

“You are our mate,” Jaymes snapped. Not that she needed reminding, especially with her pale skin pierced with wounds they’d made while feeding from her. But the wounds were healing quickly and he forced himself to calm down and soften his voice.

“Why didn’t you tell us that the Queen wanted you in
that
way?” Jaymes asked. “And you never mentioned she was literally draining the life out of you.”

“She’s the Queen. If you defied her or questioned her, she would hurt you.”

“You should have said something,” Luca growled. “I suspected something and I should have done something. But I thought we had time. I didn’t know that you would just disappear.”

Tristan shook his head. “I can see the signs were there. Toward the end, before you disappeared, you wore scarves around your neck to hide the slow-healing punctures from her fangs. You said scarves were fashionable. It was because you needed time to heal from her gorging on you and you didn’t want us to know.”

“I should have said something but I didn’t want it to be true,” Luca whispered as he rubbed a hand over his bristly chin.

Vulnerability and helplessness etched his friend’s face. The useless emotions crowded in on Jaymes as well. He wanted to kill the Queen now more than ever and he understood why Satin kept everything a secret.

To protect
them
.

“Now it’s our turn to protect you
.
We will never go back to the Crimson Clan,” Jaymes whispered and he gathered her into his arms.

He held her tightly as she wept.

* * * * *

Now that they knew everything, and her secrets were freed, Lisbeth had no reason to keep her self composure. It was as if a huge dam had bust inside her spewing out all the poison. Her emotions were raw as she cried but her mind became clear as to what she wanted and needed in her life from here on out.

Vampira wasn’t included. She had never been free within Vampira. She realized that now. The clan worked for most of the females, but it really hadn’t worked for her in the end.

She wanted her males and she wanted her freedom. She would be free with her males even if all of them were on the run.

A peace she’d never known before flooded her. It all made sense now. She smiled into Jaymes’ broad, warm chest.

Freedom came from within.

Lifting her face from his muscular flesh, she wiped her tears with the backs of her hands. Excitement unlike any she’d ever experienced before bubbled through her.

“It’s time to make plans, males.”

“Plans?” Jaymes stared at her, dumbfound.

“The four of us need to figure out how to disappear. Forever.”

“That shouldn’t be too hard to do. You’ve amassed a fortune. Use the money and make a new identity,” Jaymes replied.

“Preferably somewhere human-unfriendly,” Tristan said from beside her. He’d been stroking her hair as she cried and his caresses had been instrumental in calming her.

“Human-unfriendly?” She laughed at the new term.

“A country atmosphere. Somewhere secluded,” Jaymes said.

“Country vampires,” Luca mumbled and shook his head. “I’m not much for country but I could play along.”

“Play? More like work,” Jaymes replied with a smile. “We can buy a farm or a ranch under an assumed identity. We can live off the land with little interaction with humans.”

She liked the idea of a farm or a ranch.

“Fresh air for our offspring,” she thought out loud.

Her males tensed at her comment. Smiles of appreciation whipped across their lips.

“We will have many offspring,” Luca agreed.

“Dozens.” Jaymes nodded.

“Hundreds.” Tristan winked.

Lisbeth laughed. Yes, she was going to be free and happy, Crimson bounty hunters be damned!

A flurry of movement from a far corner of the bedroom had Lisbeth crying out a warning as a shadow suddenly materialized. Her males were way ahead of her as weapons appeared almost instantaneously in their hands. One of the males tossed her a gun as well and within a split second they were all aiming their weapons at the intruder.

“Show yourself or die!” Lisbeth shouted at the shadow crouched in the corner. The figure stood and moved into the moonlight. Lisbeth gasped in surprise as she recognized the female.

“Christina!”

“You know her?” Tristan growled as he kept a bead on Christina.

“Yes, do not harm her,” Lisbeth ordered as she quickly untangled herself from the males protecting her and yanked a sheet around herself.

“Lisbeth?” Christina called out softly. To Lisbeth’s surprise, her young friend dropped to her knees. Concern made her rush to her friend’s side.

“What’s happened? What’s wrong with you?”

As Christina lifted her head, fear and terror mingled in the otherwise strong female’s eyes.

“What’s happened?” Lisbeth reached out and gently stroked Christina’s long brown hair. She froze when she noticed a streak of blood on her friend’s neck.

“Zeena. The Queen has taken her. She wants you to return to the Crimson Clan or they will kill my sister.”

From behind her, the males cursed violently. The newfound peace Lisbeth had experienced for a few short moments dissolved.