Marked for Pleasure [Blood Bond] (16 page)

They were eating her alive, sucking, tasting, and teasing with their tongues. She dropped her legs loosely to the sides as overstimulation shifted into a new plane where every touch felt perfect and magnified. The most sought-after billionaire bachelors were showering her with attention, partaking in her body with wanton desire.

“Your taste makes me crazy,” Joseph grunted, fucking her with his tongue. As good as it was, it wasn’t enough. She wanted a release, and she wanted to be filled. The ache deep inside her grew and twisted uncomfortably, demanding cock.

“Leave her.” She was so lost in the moment, she barely registered Francis’s deep baritone. His two brothers shifted away from the sofa as he neared the end. When she opened her eyes, he was staring down at her, his chest bare, his suit pants hanging low on his slim hips. She admired his muscles, the broadness of his shoulders, and the way he studied her naked form. Rather than feeling embarrassed, she felt dirty in a good way. She wanted him to desire her, to play with her until she begged him to fuck her.

“What are you waiting for, Francis? You’re the only one yet to taste her.”

“Hush.” He raised his arm. There was a black leather flogger in his hand. She knew what it was, but how? He trailed the leather strips over her pussy. Heidi didn’t even attempt to close her legs. It felt so naughty being spread wide, touched, sucked, and used by men she craved more than anything. “Do you remember when I used this last, little lamb?”

His voice sent shivers through her body. She faintly remembered the flogger, the sting of pain mixed with pleasure.

“I want you to remember everything—the nights in your room, the night in our basement.” As soon as he said the words, the fog on her mind seemed to lift. She remembered Christian and Francis sharing her body. The butt plug. The flogger. The forbidden pleasures. The safe word. How had she forgotten?

“Did you drug me?” Her fears grew. Jeremy’s words of warning played in her mind. Was she just another one of their many victims that they used, abused, and then dumped on the street with no memory? Would these drugs cause her long-term damage? A million thoughts flitted through her head, but Francis hadn’t moved.

He shook his head as an answer to her question. Then he held his palms together as if he were praying. He closed his eyes and an unseen energy passed through her in waves. It made her pussy pulse, the candles flicker, and even unsettled the foundation of the massive house. “I don’t need to drug you, little one. But don’t be afraid.”

She sat up with a start, her heart racing. Christian lowered her back to the couch, despite her protests. “Don’t you want to live forever? Isn’t that the ultimate goal for humans?”

Chapter Fourteen

Francis would share the girl after he’d had his moment with her. She was untouched, and he had to be the one to take her virginity. His brothers had always conceded to him, and today was no different. Even with the lure of the mark, of Heidi’s sweet, willing body, they respected their eldest brother enough to keep level heads.

They watched from the nearby shadows, eyes glowing red, fangs elongated. Christian offered Heidi eternal life and Francis had no choice but to give it to her. Where they’d live forever, she’d last only a handful of years if she didn’t take his blood. And she would. Losing her wasn’t up for debate. The power in their blood would give her everlasting life, but she wouldn’t be cursed to be a vampire like them. Only born vamps had the full potency of their blood. It was one of the reasons the elders despised the mixing of races. The humans who partook of vampire blood received the benefits but few disadvantages, such as the need for blood and darkness. Perhaps the council was jealous, but regardless, Heidi was going to cross over.

“I know you’ve read books with all sorts of paranormal creatures. They line the bookshelves in your bedroom. Do they scare you?”

She narrowed her eyes, seemingly confused with his line of questions. “I only read romance, so no.” When Heidi attempted to close her legs, he moved in, dropping the flogger to the hardwood floor. He scooped her up under the arms and lifted her to the end of the armless couch so he could fit over her. “Francis…” she cooed when he lowered his chest to hers. He liked the need in her voice, the warmth of her soft breasts against his body. Vamp males were born to dominate females, but his little human was not a vampiress, so he had to remind himself to go slowly, gently.

“Do you remember your safe word?”

Heidi was about to mouth the word, but stopped herself. She swallowed hard. His allowed his fangs to lengthen, but they would have erupted on their own soon regardless. Francis unbuttoned his pants and spread her legs with his thigh.

“You’ll be mine, little lamb. Now and always.” He released his erection, rubbing the length along her slick folds. She let out a strangled moan, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Tell me the word.”

“Vam–vampire,” she whispered. Her body tensed upon saying the word.

He kissed her on the lips then pulled back, his mouth open just enough that she should see the tips of his incisors. As much as he wanted her scared, he also wanted to comfort her. His natural desires waged war with his emerging mating instincts.

She reached one hand to the side and cupped his face. Then she used her thumb to pull the corner of his lip back. Her eyes widened at the moment realization must have struck her. She yelled and struggled, but he held her firm, pinning her arms at the sides of her head. “That’s enough!” The timid little mouse was afraid, prey to a predator. But Francis had no intention of harming his woman. She should never fear him or any other man or beast. Heidi Walsh had three protectors, three lifelong mates, and he’d trained his brothers well. She had no idea the significance that carried, but soon she would.

“Please don’t hurt me,” she said, barely above a whisper.

“Do you really believe I’ll hurt you? Did I not have you tied in my basement, vulnerable and begging? I only want you to trust me.”

He brushed back her hair, tempted to calm her with his energy but wanting her completely lucid when he claimed her. Francis kissed her forehead then trailed kisses along her jawline.

“What are you?”

He ignored her, painting a line down her carotid artery. The pulse and sweetness of her blood called to him. “Like you,” he said. “But different.” He pulled her hand to his mouth and kissed the tip of her index finger. “Touch me.”

She moved slowly, hesitantly, but he noted her curiosity in her wide-eyed innocence. Heidi touched the sharp end of his fang, pricking herself. She pulled back with a gasp. Francis moved fast, securing her wrist to display the bead of crimson blood welling to the surface. He watched it with fascination—the richness of color—and breathed in the intoxicating scent.

He maintained eye contact as he lowered his head, taking the tip of her finger into his mouth. Francis’s eyes rolled back in his head as he savored her sweetness, the addicting taste of her blood. He’d fed off hundreds of females, and not one aroused him like this one.
His.
Theirs
. No other men would have her, taste her. She belonged to the DeVilles. He wanted more than that one drop but pulled back to gauge her reaction.

“
Vampire
,”
she said, an erotic whisper.

As much as he wanted to plunge into her virgin pussy, to connect with the last woman he’d ever fuck, a safe word was irrefutable. He tucked himself into his pants and slipped off the sofa.

She looked so gorgeous, so tempting. Her lips were swollen with desire, her blonde hair strewn beneath in wild disarray. His kind only had black eyes, but hers were the bluest blue, lighting up her face with color. He had to get away, to vent his sexual frustration elsewhere. “I
will
teach you to trust me,” he said before walking away. This was only a roadblock, resistance he expected from a human discovering they weren’t the only race of humanoids.

“Francis…”

He turned around to find one of her hands between her legs, caressing her clit. The other was outstretched toward him, gesturing him to come closer. “But you said the safe word.”

“No, I said
vampire.
That’s what you are, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” He sat on the edge of the sofa, moving aside her hand and replacing it with his own. She moaned as he cupped her mound, lifting her hips for more. “Does that frighten you, little lamb?”

“You said you don’t want to hurt me.”

“That’s true.” He slipped one finger inside hot, wet cunt. With his thumb, he massaged her engorged clit until her heartbeat was fast and strong.

“What about the other women. The ones Jeremy told me about?”

He growled deep in his chest. Just the other man’s name brought out his beast. The fool had broken his word the same day he left their house, telling Heidi they planned to harm her when it couldn’t be further from the truth. “There’s no one but you now. You’re the only woman we’ll need, fated to us from the gods.”

“Francis, please…” She cared more for her pleasure than the new revelation. He’d given her dreams to ease her into the truth, and it appeared they had done their job.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I ache,” she said, placing her hand over his.

“I know you do, sweet girl. We’ll take it away.”

Christian came into the candlelight. “We need a new safe word.”

Francis was more in tune with her needs than ever before, and that was from one droplet of her blood. “There’s no need. We’re not going downstairs.” He stood, scooped her up into his arms with ease, and began the ascent up the winding staircase.

* * * *

Francis placed her on top of his king-size bed. The coverlet was cool against her back and smooth against her freshly shaved legs. Once Joseph entered the bedroom, he closed the door behind him, sealing the four of them together in the dark room. She heard the rustling of clothing and then one, two, three gnarly candles came to life, just like a fairy tale.

All three men were naked, their bodies so hard and toned, she didn’t know where to look first. When she noticed they each sported thick, hard erections, she rubbed her legs together to ease the pounding in her pussy. Her body knew that relief was so close even before she did.

“You’re ours, Heidi. Our mate,” said Joseph. “I should have seen the truth long ago.”

He stood beside the bed and then lifted one knee, his big cock bouncing in front of her face. She opened her mouth, and he fed her the meaty head, so thick and smooth. Heidi remembered doing this to Christian, and she loved it just as much now. She suckled his dick, pressing the girth between her tongue and palate. Joseph groaned and held the side of her head. Other hands were on her body. Everywhere. One of them pinched her nipples and kneaded her breasts in strong hands. Her legs were stretched apart, and one of the men teased her pussy, exploring and prodding.

She yelped when a moist finger penetrated her asshole. But Joseph forced his cock deeper, so she ignored the invasion and continued to savor his manhood in her mouth. The invading finger began to finger fuck her ass, smooth, deep strokes, making her hungry for more. It was a surprisingly erotic sensation. Once the digit retreated, it was replaced with something oddly familiar, the butt plug. It was cool and slippery. She tried not to clench this time, knowing the uncomfortable pressure to come would only be temporary. As soon as she relaxed, the toy was shoved in all the way.

“Good girl, Heidi,” said Francis.

As they said before, the sex toy would prepare her. Prepare her body to take a double fucking. She craved the taboo act almost as much as she craved her vampires to sink their fangs into her, anything to bring her back to the heights Joseph’s bite brought her in his car.

Everything was so surreal, but right now she could only focus on the pleasure these three men showered upon her. Having Francis join them, orchestrate the party, was the icing on the cake. For some reason she needed all three—distinct pieces in a puzzle that couldn’t be broken apart. Maybe the mark on her hip truly was fate intervening. Who was she to question the higher powers? Especially if fate brought her these gorgeous, powerful vampires. Her many questions could wait because she did trust them. Despite the warnings, the revelation, and the fact they barely knew each other—her trust remained strong. It was like she knew them already, a deep-seated familiarity pulling them together.

“Enough.” Francis’s deep voice rang through the lust-filled room. Joseph pulled free of her mouth, and she turned to face the end of the bed. “It’s time, my sweet, little lamb. Are you ready?” Francis climbed up the bed with the grace of a panther, dark shadows giving him a sinister edge.

“Don’t make me forget again,” she said, afraid it would all seem like a dream when she woke up in the morning.