Shared (Billionaire's Blood Slave 4) (3 page)

Ivor’s big hand wrapped around the end of the
toy. He ripped it out and flung it away, with a harsh crack as it
hit the tile. Alice’s body shook at the sudden emptiness, her slit
clenching down over empty air. She didn’t doubt that after being
filled so long she was hanging open, slick and ready.

Ivor’s fingers drilled into her sopping cunt
so suddenly that she writhed, squealing. He made a raw noise of
disgust and wiped her juices over the tender skin between her pussy
and ass. One nail traced the rim of her tortured asshole while she
wailed in horror, writhing.

“Don’t you like it?” Ivor asked dryly.

His cock surged into her slit completely
without warning, that thick shaft splitting her further than even
the toy had. She screamed. At the same time the man fucking her
mouth came, jamming himself deep into her throat. As Ivor started
to fuck her flinching cunt she choked on seed, unable to turn her
head.

“Make her swallow.”

A hand wound through her hair and forced her
down, struggling for air. Finally, miserable, she lapped up the
warm trickle, squeezing her eyes shut as she forced herself to
swallow. The seed ran searing down her throat. The blazing heat
matched Ivor’s too-hot prick in her pussy. Ivor’s fingers dug,
probed deep into her sore ass, and before she knew it she was
coming again.

Everything became a sweaty blur of agony and
bliss. Men replaced each other, using her feverish body however
they wanted. She lost count at eight. Some of them came on her
breasts or face, coating her damp skin. Her holes were always full,
straining to bursting point against ramming cocks. While they
waited their turn other men were running their hands over her
tender breasts, sometimes adding fingers to the shafts in her
throbbing slit or her raw ass.

Her flushed skin was dripping with sweat and
sex. Male bodies crushed her down mercilessly. Torrential orgasms
blurred together into one horrifying, glorious river of fire. They
laughed at how easy she came for them, and groaned in pleasure when
her treacherous slit would clamp down helplessly over their
cocks.

When they were finally done with her, Alice
slithered boneless to the floor. Her soaked skin stuck to the tile,
which seemed icy cold in contrast to the heated male bodies she’d
been wrapped in.

“Fix her up,” one growled. He prodded her
with his foot until she whined, completely exhausted. “Hands and
knees, slut.”

Any urge to disobey was beaten out of her by
now, she just desperately wanted to please them, so they would stop
fucking her. Though her whole body ached she braced her palms on
the chilly floor and put her ass up for them to do what they
wanted.

Slowly something cold and hard was centred on
her battered slit.

They forced it slowly inside of her, sealing
in the cum of the men who’d used her. It filled her so tight that
some seeped out the sides, trickled damp down her thighs. Dimly she
realised it was the glass prod they’d taken out of her. The
butt-plug was next, pushed slowly back into her abused ass while
she groaned. Her little ring snapped closed around it, trapping in
inside her. It slid damply against her interior walls.

They left her like that, filled up and lying
in a damp pool of their cum, shaking. She heard them laughing
amongst themselves as they wandered away.

---

“You came for them.”

Alice cowered as shame washed over her. They
were in her little cell, where she supposed he must have carried
her. She didn’t remember walking; in fact she hardly remembered
anything. She shuffled her feet, barely able to stand.

“Yes, Master. I tried not to, but…”

Knight grimaced, stalked in silence around
her. She felt his eyes fall on her like the shadow of death, and
even now she experienced the same strange thrill that she had when
they first met. Her body, though, trembled with experience. She
could almost feel the breeze of the whip.

At last he sighed, and she could hear the
rage barely supressed in his voice. “I won’t punish you this time.
It’s partly my fault for leaving you hot. A slut like you can’t
help it.”

“Y…yes Master.” Alice blinked back tears,
staring at the floor. The back of her neck burned with shame.

“Do you understand what happened in
there?”

She shook her head, not looking up. The fuzz
in her brain refused to clear, the only thing that stood out to her
was the feeling of their cum cooling on her raw skin. She felt
Knight smile, rather than saw it.

“That was vampire politics in action. Ivor
Breckt made a move.” He looked down, straightening one perfectly
crisp white cuff. Then he sighed, taking in her exhaustion. The
muscle in his jaw tightened as he looked at her. “The man is a
snake, but he heads a coven bigger than mine. Mine is older, better
armed… we’ve been in a stalemate for over thirty years,”

His eyes fell over her body. “But we are
always
testing each other. Something happened recently that
he thinks has given him an advantage.”

He reached out, touched her cheek.

As Alice stared into the black pools of his
eyes, she could almost feel herself falling.

“I…me? Master?” she asked.

“He’s wrong, of course.” Knight smiled, just
wide enough to bare one bright fang. “In fact he’s hardly ever
right about anything, but something had to be done to prevent a
war.” When Knight stepped in close to her, the hair rose on the
back of her neck.

Before she could breathe she was enfolded in
his arms. He crushed her damp body to her chest, not caring that
her sweat and dirt was staining his suit. With one hand he reached
down and slowly, carefully removed the two prods from her body.
Their sudden absence had her shivering as she crushed herself to
his chest. It seemed like it was years since she’d been empty. He
let them clatter to the floor, not speaking.

Alice turned her face into the broad plane of
his chest, breathed deep. His scent was the same as the night she’d
met him – clean, bright but with a rich smoky undertone. When she
finally breathed out she’d stopped shaking. She felt almost calm.
He wasn’t lying, I did help him.
Somehow that made it
alright, though her former self would have been disgusted. Slave
Alice was only glad that all her pleasure and suffering had a
purpose, and that her Master was looking after her.

He stroked her hair, kissing her hungrily as
he unbuckled leather pieces of her harness, letting them slide off
her sweaty body. Each one raked exquisitely over her too-sensitive
skin. His fingers scraped light over her scalp as he brushed stray
hair behind her ear.

“You have no idea how hard it is to not take
you right now,” he whispered, hot at her ear. “I need to fuck you
hard, regain my territory.”

A shiver ran through her. She felt her cheeks
growing hot. Spreading up from her empty sex was another heat
entirely.

“All those men,” he continued, “I just wanted
to take their place. I could pretend I didn’t enjoy watching, but
I’m afraid it would be a lie.”

Warm fingers played over her skin, massaging
taut muscles. His lips brushed electric over her throat. In one
smooth motion scooped her up, depositing her on the bed. She sank
gratefully into the plush mattress, enjoying the play of silk over
her bare skin. The delicate sheets caressed some of the damp off
her skin.

Knight’s weight crushed down the edge of her
bed as he sat next to her. He was watching her with black
intensity. The sharp gaze and the slow, deliberate way his hands
moved reminded her of a hunting cat and that was a look she’d grown
to recognise – he was barely holding himself back from stabbing
those fangs into her throat and draining her dry. A shock of fear
ran through her.

But despite everything, an idea swam around
in her head that refused to be squashed.

“Master?” Alice whispered, surprising
herself.

“Yes?” he asked, his tone warning.

Alice cringed, but it was too late now to
back down.

“Maybe you could form a board, an inner
circle.”

For a brief second Knight’s eyes went wide,
and he stared at her as if she’d grown horns. Then he laughed.

“Slavegirl, I don’t even like my outer
circle. Explain yourself.” The threat in his voice was deadly
sharp, but there was also a guarded interest. His hands caressed
her bare body, smoothed easily over her skin. Alice shivered as she
tried to organise her skittish thoughts. Knight wasn’t making it
easy.

“Your company is extremely successful, but
you have insurrection in the coven. Why not apply the same
structure to the coven as the company? You would meet with the
board and only them,” she rasped, “and hardly mix with the rest of
coven.”

Alice realised she was trembling, but Knight
was only waiting for her to finish, his expression unreadable.

She continued. “And you’d hardly need to even
talk to the board. Anyone you let into the circle will have a
vested interest in making it seem important and exclusive, they
would pretend you attended every meeting and were personal friends
with them.

And the lower ranks will stop talking to Ivor
and start trying to get into the inner circle. Victor will be
excluded in the neatest way possible…”

“And the claws come out!” Knight laughed
sharply. “Now I remember why I was going to hire you.” Alice
flushed warm with pleasure at his praise. He bent over her, so
close that she could feel the heat rising from his body. His finger
traced a pattern around her raised nipples, heedless of her
squirming.

“Still. If you keep wriggling like that I’ll
have to fuck you, and I won’t care if you bleed.” his voice was
dark and raw.

Alice forced herself to freeze as his fingers
trailed down over her belly…

Knight stood suddenly. She saw the tension in
his shoulders as he stalked to the door. “Your proposal will be
taken under consideration. Good girl,” he rasped, and then he
slammed her cell door closed.

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Thank you for reading
Shared,
the third book in the Billionaire’s Blood
Slave series.
Other books in this series can be found by
searching for Billionaire’s Blood Slave, and more of Alice’s story
will be released regularly. Stay tuned!

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