Marked for Pleasure [Blood Bond] (17 page)

Francis shook his head. “I want you to remember this.”

“Please,” she begged. “I need you.”

The tips of those super sharp incisors peeked out from under his thick lips. They fascinated her—his differences, strengths, fueling her desire. She felt the head of his cock between her moist folds. She’d never been so wet, so achy. He exhaled after he pushed an inch inside her. “You’re tight. Very tight.” Francis sounded like a man on the edge. This was exactly what she’d wanted, to see him lose control, become lost to their lust.

“More.” The more he pushed in, the snugger the butt plug felt in her ass. She was being filled to the max, stuffed full of cock and silicone.

“I may break a slight thing like you. You’re only human.”

Human or not, she knew her body could take every inch of his cock. Heidi had survived his flogging, so she could survive being fucked by him. “If I’m really meant for you, then we must be well suited.”

He tucked his arm under her shoulders and held her close. With his free hand, he drove the remaining inches into her tight pussy. She moaned from the mix of pain, fullness, and undiluted satisfaction. Once fully seated, he rested, his weight bearing down on her.

“Oh gods, you feel good hugging my cock.” He kissed her lips, slowly, sensually.

As the kiss deepened, she was pricked by his needle-sharp fangs, just as she had with Christian. The pooling of blood in her mouth seemed to spur him on. Their mouths blended into one as they explored each other. Without pulling away, Francis rose up slightly and began to thrust in and out of her cunt. The friction drove her mad. Her inner walls were so hyperaware and sensitive to this intrusion. He’d taken her dreaded virginity, made her feel like a woman for the first time. She bonded to him, wrapping her legs tight around his narrow hips.

Francis fucked her now, hard and rhythmically. The mattress shook, and she grabbed handfuls of his blanket in her fists to anchor herself to the bed. Every thrust hit a thousand pleasure centers. When she began to see sparks in her vision, Francis shifted her to her side.

Joseph’s deep voice was behind her, right at her ear. “Get ready for more, Heidi. I’ve never been so hard. It’s time we finish what we started earlier.” He plucked the butt plug from her ass and tossed it. She immediately noticed the emptiness and craved the fullness of being double fucked. He aimed his cock at her nether hole as Francis held her thigh over his hip to aid him. She held her breath, knowing his hard flesh would be different than the small toy. “Shhh. I’ll ease in nice and slow. Tell me if it hurts.”

These weren’t savages. They were thoughtful, giving lovers.

He thrust up, sliding against Francis’s cock. Both men groaned as they shared, squeezing into her petite body. She gasped, nearly gagged as the full length of his erection filled her. The rough scrape of his pubic hair on her ass and Francis’s against her mound proved just how sandwiched she was. How deep both cocks fucked her.

“How does that feel, little one?”

“Tight…Full.”

“Not full enough,” said Christian. He knelt at the head of the bed and offered his glistening erection for her perusal. He smirked, making her mouth water. He was so adorably fuckable. She beckoned him with her tongue and swallowed as much of him as she could. The connection was complete. All four of them on the bed together, each man taking her from a new angle.

Francis and Joseph began to move, working together to scissor in and out of her body. The dual thrusts, the sweat-glistened bodies, and muscle upon muscle surrounding her began her ascent. Heat pricked in her toes, climbing up her limbs and pooling in her pussy. Her uterus spasmed erratically, signaling she was getting close to orgasm. Christian pulled away when things got too wild, pumping his cock in his hand as he watched the display in front of him.

“I need to taste you,” Francis muttered, lost in the sex act. His hand gripped her hip so tight, she swore she’d have bruises over her lashes.

“Then bite me, vampire.”

Heidi prepped herself for the same thrill she received during her first bite. She held tightly around Francis’s neck. He kissed her, breathing in her scent, nuzzling her until he finally found his target. She felt his soft, thick lips brush her skin before those sharp fangs broke her skin. He sank into the thick muscle at the side of her neck. A moment later, a second set of fangs pierced the back of her shoulder. It was too much, too much heat and raw, unadulterated ecstasy.

She transcended the bedroom. The throbbing sting of their bites pulled her into that beautiful preorgasmic bliss. Her body went pliant, and she savored that sweet zone while it lasted. Then reality and fantasy came crashing down around her as an orgasm to end all orgasms ripped through her body, jolting her into awareness. Both men followed her to completion, thrusting with urgency until they each spilled their seed. She could feel their cocks pumping, throbbing, until they finally settled.

They stayed that way for the longest time. Joseph lapped at her bite marks, kissing her and holding her close. She could feel the love, her new sense of belonging.

If only Carmen knew she’d just been triple-teamed, she’d never hear the end of it. God forbid any of the town gossips got word of their unorthodox relationship. But was it a relationship, or was this the beginning of the end now that they’d taken everything she had?

Chapter Fifteen

Joseph was on cloud nine. They weren’t moving, so he could keep his job as CEO of the finance company where he’d climbed the ladder for the past five years. But most importantly, that nagging obsession with the Walsh girl was gone because he finally had her. He couldn’t believe she’d actually accepted them for what they were, all of them. She was waiting in their home for his return the next night. They’d slept most of the day after their sex marathon during the night. His brothers had scattered, each with a list a mile long. Heidi needed the fridge filled with human food, basic necessities, feminine things that the brothers had no clue about. Tonight they were just getting the essentials, settling things for their woman, and later in the week they’d take Heidi shopping.

She wanted to familiarize herself with the oversized house since it would be her new home. The last blood whore left after the drama in the basement, so it just needed cleaning up. They weren’t getting rid of everything, not when Heidi found got a thrill out of being dominated.

His first stop was the real estate agency. The one Heidi said was built on a foundation of chauvinistic pigs. They’d made her life miserable before Joseph personally requested her to sell their home. Now he’d get the pleasure of telling them she’d never be coming back, no two weeks’ notice, no letter of resignation.

Joseph shoved open the glass doors to the office and scanned the room. There were several middle-aged agents in cheap suits showing clients pictures of new homes. He towered over the males, arms crossed defiantly over his chest. In this small town, the DeVille brothers were easy to recognize, all similar in appearance with large frames, jet-black hair, and pale skin. Being known for status and wealth always ensured they were treated well when they ventured into town.

“Can I help you?”

“Yeah. I have a message from Heidi Walsh. She won’t be coming back to work. Ever.”

The balding man frowned and traded glances with some of the other males. “Is there a reason?”

“Many. But most importantly, she deserves better than the treatment she got working in this shithole. We’ll be taking care of her from now on.” He straightened his shoulders, proud to be caring for his mate and daring them to question him.

“Could you ask her to call the office when she has a chance?”

He shook his head. “I’m speaking for her now. She doesn’t want to deal with any of you again.”

The man’s nerves spiked. He sensed something underhanded about the group of men, making his suspicions rise. “Jeremy Carpenter stopped by. We’ve been concerned about her.”

Not that loser again.
“What about him?”

“He seems to think Heidi may be in some trouble. He’s gone to your house to try and help her.”

“When was this?”

“About an hour ago.”

He froze, knowing Heidi was home alone. They’d all been eager to get their tasks done to make her happy, for her to feel settled. It was a big step. They went from relative strangers to lifelong commitment in a few days. But the call of the mating mark was undeniable and irrevocable.

He glared at the man before storming out of the office. When he’d found Heidi walking alone last night, she’d been scared, cold, even risking her safety to get away from Jeremy. Now the same bastard was looking for her, and she was alone and vulnerable. His blood boiled with the need to protect his mate. If Jeremy laid one hand on her soft skin, he’d squash him. Fuck the consequences.

Once in his Jaguar, he called the house from his cell phone. No answer. He called again and again as he drove toward the house, each time getting voice mail. Joseph needed to inform his brothers of the potential threat. They all agreed to meet at the house as fast as they could get there. Even being a vampire—stronger, faster, and more powerful—they could only get there as fast as their cars could take them.

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Heidi didn’t think she’d ever get used to the size of the DeVille house. But then again, she’d be a DeVille soon herself. One of the lawyers in Christian’s office was also a justice of the peace. She’d officially marry Francis, the eldest, but they all knew their relationship was a ménage a quatre. A love sealed by the marks given to them by fate. She giggled to herself as she looked down the grand staircase. None of her romance novels could compare to her new reality. She was living the mix of a paranormal and historical—vampire lovers and the stunning plantation home. She wasn’t going to question her good fortune, and she’d decided her parents’ opinion of her wasn’t all that mattered. This was her life to live, her choices, and she chose the DeVilles.

It was unreal having vampire mates, so moved by their passions. She’d always thought there was something different about them, and now she knew why. Joseph had briefly explained about their history, which fascinated her. She couldn’t wait to learn more about their heritage and what it all meant for her.

No human men could compare to hers. They never tired, never refused her requests in and out of the bedroom. They were tireless fucking machines, giving her every kind of erotic pleasure she could imagine and more. She gave them her blood, knowing how it connected them. She wanted to be everything they needed. But as they continually demanded, she’d need to take each of their blood to cement their relationship. Without it, she’d die a mortal death. The thought of leaving these men who owned her heart and soul was indigestible. Inside, she knew she’d give in and drink from them. She just needed a little more time to get used to the thought, to say good-bye to her mortality.

The faint alarm sounded, signaling that the front gates had opened. Just knowing her men were returning filled her with a childish joy. She pranced down the stairs in her socked feet, ready to leap into the arms of the first DeVille to come through the door. They made her feel like a princess—beautiful and adored.

When she opened the door to find Jeremy Carpenter, she stared without speaking. Not only was she shocked to find him when she was expecting one of her dark-haired lovers, but the sight of him brought back unwanted memories. He’d dished out all those lies. Or maybe they weren’t all lies, but that was the past, and the brothers had committed to her alone.

“Are they here?” he whispered, looking side to side down the hallways.

She didn’t feel comfortable telling him she was alone. “What are you doing here, Mr. Carpenter? I thought our dealings were finished. Besides, this property is no longer on the market and I don’t work for the agency anymore.”

He burst in, shoving her back, and slammed the door closed. She’d never felt this kind of fear from her vampires, but this human was terrifying her. Heidi recalled Christian telling her that her own kind were more dangerous to her than they were. She didn’t know what he referred to then, but now she understood perfectly.

“Get out of my house,” she said, trying to feign bravery.

“Heidi, this isn’t your home. They’ve brainwashed you like the girl in the basement. I’m getting both of you out of here.” He was all jumpy, his armpits dark from perspiration. His energy was chaotic, making her heartbeat increase.

“I’ve been tidying up in the basement just today. There’s nobody there, Jeremy. You need to leave or I’ll have to call the police.” She tried to stay calm and reasonable. Certainly he’d see the illogical nature of his actions if she didn’t buy into his hysteria?

When she failed to comply, not following his lead, his nervous energy morphed into anger. “I’m trying to help you! I know these men better than you. I’ve been following them for more years than I can count.” He grabbed her upper arm and tugged her close, dragging her along the front of the house as he peered out the windows. “Great, one of them’s coming.”