The Seeking Kiss (5 page)

“But does he? Will he have me?”

Damn it, why were tears pricking at her eyes? She never cried. Never.

Hex wiped at her eye with his thumb, watching her, his dark gaze gleaming, intense, as he brought his thumb to his lips and kissed her tears from his skin.

She was shivering all over, with need, with emotion.

Aleron rose then, sitting up to look at her. He took Hex’s hand in his own, kissed his still-damp thumb. “Don’t cry, Nissa. There’s no need. I want you. I want you both.”

He leaned over Hex and pulled Nissa over Hex’s body and into his own arms, and she felt soothed and surprised at how incredibly turned on she was amidst her tears. And as Aleron began to kiss her neck, his soft, strong lips moving down her throat, over her breasts, her nipples came up hard. Hex was stroking her thighs with gentle hands. Her sex grew damp with wanting as Aleron’s cock hardened beneath her buttocks, pushing between them.

“I need you both,” Aleron said, his voice low, his French accent thick.

He picked Nissa up, as though she were nothing in his strong arms, and he held her on his lap with her back to his hard chest, holding her thighs apart until she was spread wide open.

“So beautiful,” Hex murmured, his gaze on her open sex.

Aleron’s hands came around to slide between her legs, his fingers going to work on her aching clit while Hex leaned in to stroke her body with his tongue, long, silky strokes over her stomach, swirling at the undersides of her full breasts. And one hand curled behind her so he could take Aleron’s cock in his fist. She could feel the rhythm of him stroking against her back, and pleasure swarmed her system—her own, Aleron’s, Hex’s unmet need. She glanced down to see his engorged cock, golden and purple at the swollen head. She licked her lips.

“Hex, please…”

“Please what, my beautiful girl?”

“Let me take you in my mouth.”

“Ah, yes…”

He moved, straddling her on his knees, raised his hips, helped guide her hands to his strong buttocks. And she swallowed once before taking that luscious tip into her mouth.

His flesh was sweet, and she licked at the pearly drop on the plump head, swirled her tongue, shivering at his groans while Aleron pushed his fingers inside her. She felt beautifully impaled, arching her hips into Aleron’s hands, sucking Hex’s cock deep into her throat.

She needed more.

Hex bucked into her mouth, his hands going to her nipples and pinching. She moaned around his thick shaft, sucking him deeper, until her eyes watered. Her clit was on fire with desire as Aleron plunged his fingers in and out of her, flicked at her swollen clitoris. And still it wasn’t enough.

“I know what you need,” Aleron told her.

Once more he shifted her body, Hex’s lovely cock slipping from her lips, and she felt momentarily empty, bereft.

“Do it, Hex,” Aleron instructed.

Then Hex’s hand was between her thighs, his fingers sliding in her juices. Desire was a trembling rumble deep in her body, and she gave herself over to it, to whatever they would do with her as his dark gaze bored into hers.

Hex moved his hand back and forth, over her wet slit, then farther back, between her ass cheeks, his fingers, wet with her desire, making small circles around her anus.

“You’ve done this before?” he asked her, sliding the tip of one finger inside.

She gasped. “Yes.”

“And did you enjoy it?” Hex pushed his finger in a bit deeper, desire spreading deep into her belly, her pussy, her ass, pulsing.

“Yes.”

“And do you want this now, Nissa?”

“Oh, yes…”

She ground her ass onto his seeking hand, taking his finger into her.

She heard Aleron’s low laugh, saw Hex’s smile.

“Then you shall have it,” Aleron whispered, his breath warm on the back of her neck.

He lifted her once more, and she felt Hex’s finger slipping from her, then Aleron’s cock pressing at the entrance to her ass. Her body clenched in anticipation, but it was all exquisite yearning.

“Please…”

Hex’s hands slid under her ass cheeks, holding her open for Aleron’s cock. He slipped just the tip into that tight hole, and pleasure poured through her, skittered over her skin like fire, hot and hungry. She was shivering all over with need.

“Aleron…”

He pushed in another fraction of an inch. “For you, Nissa,” he said, his voice a ragged pant.

“Please, more,” she whimpered.

He moved deeper, slowly, his cock pushing past that first tight ring of muscle. It burned a little. But it felt so good, she could barely hold still, could barely keep herself from plunging down onto his stiff cock.

Aleron began to move, the smallest motion of his hips, but each thrust driving deeper into her body. Pleasure was hot and liquid, in her ass, in her aching, needy pussy. He pushed in, farther and farther, until she felt his body tight against hers, and knew he was as deep as he could go. She was trembling, his cock buried in her ass, filling her, his hot breath on her neck. And Hex’s beautiful face watching them, sharp with lust, making it all more intense.

It was still not enough.

Hex leaned over her, his lips inches from hers. “Ah, don’t worry, our little Nissa. We have you,” he told her, pushing her back onto Aleron’s chest and spreading her thighs.

Hex kneeled between her legs, pulling them over his, and Aleron’s cock shifted inside her, seeming to fill her even more, making her gasp. They were a tangle of legs, Aleron’s beneath hers, and Hex’s knees on either side of his. Hex held onto her, his gaze on hers.

“Do you like Aleron’s cock in your ass, Nissa?”

“Yes…yes.”

Aleron gave a small thrust, carrying waves of pleasure deep into her body.

“But you’d like it better if I were inside you, too, wouldn’t you? Isn’t that what you crave?”

“Yes, please!”

Aleron’s arm snaked around her waist then, reaching out to grasp Hex’s golden cock, and Hex moaned softly, his gaze never leaving Nissa’s face. He was so damn beautiful, his features twisted in pleasure. She could hardly bear to look at him. But she wanted him inside her even more.

Hex was pumping his cock into Aleron’s hand, and Aleron was moving in her ass, small, lovely thrusts of his long cock. Everything ached with need, with pleasure—her ass, her soaking pussy, her breasts.

“I need you, Hex. Fuck me.”

He took Aleron’s hand from his cock, smiled as he kissed the pale wrist. And with the other hand he parted her pussy lips and slipped his swollen cock inside.

She gasped, pleasure driving hard into her, so intense she was momentarily blinded, her mind going numb. It was too much, Aleron in her ass, pushing, pushing, and Hex’s cock in her pussy. She was coming already, clenching all over, pleasure like glass, shards of it ripping through her body.

“Nissa, look at me,” Hex commanded, and somehow through those first wild waves of climax she heard him.

She opened her eyes, and Hex grabbed her face, forced her to watch him. Her climax built, spiraled, her mind spinning with kaleidoscopic colors. And still they pumped into her, ass and pussy, filled and fulfilled. Hex’s gaze on her, until she could see inside him, feel his pleasure, and through him, Aleron’s. She was
with
them, inside them as much as they were inside her body, cock and ass and pussy all throbbing, pulsing, with indescribable pleasure.

When Hex bit into Aleron’s wrist, the vampire called out in pleasure, in pain, and she felt it, too, as though Hex were drinking
her
blood. Her mind filled with the deep scarlet of the blood, and it was beautiful and shining like a garnet in the light of a summer moon. And she saw in small glimmering flashes a thousand nights—women and men, writhing bodies, silk corsets, velvet brocade. Grass sparkling with dew in the French countryside, a castle with ancient walls made of even more ancient stone, horses running, their muscles working beneath their fur.

She floated, went deeper, heard the beating of a human heart, saw a lovely face, heart-shaped beneath her veil of curling auburn hair. She saw Aleron’s pale hand reaching out for her, cupping her cheek. She saw his brilliant blue eyes reflected in the woman’s soft, gray gaze. She saw love. And then, as though watching a film in fast-forward, she saw the woman aging, her hair going gray, her features softened by years, her face against a pile of snowy pillows. And then she was gone. And she felt the grief of more than a hundred years gone past.

Her own heart broke, tears gathering in her blinded eyes, and all was black once more.

Chapter Five

Hex watched her, waiting for her to wake up. She’d been out nearly three hours.

He hadn’t meant to show her Aleron’s private sorrow. He hadn’t meant to see it himself. He’d known for years, since the first time Aleron had shown him, and there had been no need for words between them. He’d understood how Aleron had loved, and what he’d lost. He’d understood that he would never be to Aleron what she had been, and that was fine for him. He didn’t need that. Not from Aleron.

But Nissa…

Everything was different with Nissa already. It didn’t matter that he’d known her for only a handful of days. Time was different than it had been during his human years. But even then, he would know.

He loved her.

Aleron adored her, even loved her. But not in the same all-consuming way. Not as though he would die for her, if he could.

He reached out and touched the tips of her long, black lashes. They were silky against his fingertips, making him smile. He loved the fiery green of her eyes, so sharp and full of intelligence and life. She
wanted
so acutely. There was a passion in her unlike any he’d ever come across before. And it made him feel his own more profoundly.

From somewhere in the distance, sirens wailed, as they did so often in London. He half hoped the sound would wake her. He wanted to see her, talk with her, touch her, fuck her again. And again and again. But she was too purely pretty like this. Sleeping. Innocent.

He moved his hand lower, brushed her full, pink bottom lip, then the delicate line of her jaw. Yes, so beautiful.

He sensed Aleron coming into the room, and turned to find him in the doorway. Naked. As beautiful as Nissa, yet in such a different way.

“Hex.” Aleron’s voice was soft. “She sleeps still?”

“Yes, and she’s deep into it. She won’t wake for some time, I think.”

“Good. I need you for a while.”

Hex raised a brow in question, but saw how hard Aleron’s cock grew between his lean thighs. His own filled with need. He rose from the bed, as naked as Aleron was.

They came together in the middle of the room, and Aleron pushed him back with strong hands, until he was against the wall. Aleron slid down, kneeling on the floor in front of him, and took his cock into his mouth.

Hex moaned, pleasure rising, his cock hardening. And Aleron’s sleek mouth was moving up and down on him, sucking, his tongue drawing over the head. So damn good, that powerful mouth. His balls tightened, drew closer to his body, and his hands went to Aleron’s shoulders, hard as stone, yet the skin as soft and smooth as polished wood.

Aleron sucked him deeper, and he pumped his hips, driving his cock down Aleron’s throat. He heard Aleron’s groan, glanced down and saw that he had his hand on his own cock, the rigid flesh driving into his pale fist. Desire kicked hard into his gut. He wanted to take that beautiful cock himself, into his mouth, into his body.

“Aleron, let me take you. Let me fuck you.”

Aleron pulled his mouth away long enough to murmur, “Not today. Today you are mine.”

He sank his teeth into the head of Hex’s cock, and it was pleasure and pain, searing, hot, indescribable. His body shook, and he came, hard, as Aleron sucked on him. And he could feel it through Aleron’s eyes, through his mind, his body—the sweet taste of come and blood on the tongue, the musky scent of arousal, of Aleron’s ancient flesh, and in the distance, the scent of Nissa as she slept in the big bed.

But there was no time to think of any of it. Aleron had him in his hands, his fingers digging into Hex’s flesh as he was pulled to the floor. Aleron was on him, pushing him down onto the silk carpet, amid the swirls of amber, black and midnight blue, the texture soft against his hands and knees.

He knew Aleron was lost in blood lust, that, ancient as he was, he could do him real harm in such a state, but he didn’t care. The scent of it was on him, too, that base, animal edge, and he wanted it nearly as badly as Aleron did—the pure, driven fucking that only another vampire could withstand.

He braced himself on hands and knees, his cock hard as rock once more. Aleron crouched over him, his teeth scraping the back of Hex’s neck. He felt that wild stab of need, deep in his belly, the scent of his own blood driving him higher as it dripped down the side of his neck.

“Just do it, Aleron. Come on.”

A quiet roar from Aleron before he wound a rough arm around Hex’s waist, pulling him in tight, and sank his cock into his ass.

Hex groaned, pleasure shafting into his body as Aleron began to pump into him.

“You are mine, Hex. Now.”

“Yes…”

Thrusting hips, driving Aleron’s rigid shaft ever deeper, driving pleasure just as deep. He moved faster, his plunging cock hard and punishing, but Hex pushed back against him, opening himself further, his arms shaking with the effort.

“Fuck me, Aleron. Harder.”

“God damn it, Hex…”

Aleron was gasping, his hips plunging wildly, the sound of flesh hammering upon flesh like thunder in the room. Then Aleron’s rough hand on his chin, forcing his fingers into Hex’s mouth.

“Drink,” he commanded.

And as Hex bit into his fingers, Aleron bit hard into the back of Hex’s neck, his eyeteeth sinking deeply into his flesh. Blood upon blood, they both drank, Aleron’s cock pumping into his ass, his fingers pumping into his mouth, his ancient blood pouring down his throat. Sweet and salty and pure.

Aleron drank, sucking hard, fucking him so hard he could barely stay on his knees. His cock was pulsing with pleasure, and his mind was beginning to spin. He felt too much of Aleron, felt his pleasure, his pain, his old grief. And even as he climaxed, his come spitting out into the air as Aleron came, pumping hard into his ass, he knew they both understood this was the last time they would be together.

Nissa stretched, her muscles stiff from too much time in bed. How long had she been there? But she felt rested. She felt wonderful. And for the first time in days, she was alone.

She listened for any sound of movement in the big house, but heard nothing. Maybe Hex and Aleron were out? It didn’t matter. She knew they’d be back eventually. They wouldn’t leave her alone for long. She trusted them to come back to her, to care for her.

It was strange, this sense of being cared for, something she hadn’t felt since she was a small child, with her grandmother. And at the end, it was she who had cared for Nana, their roles reversed. There had been no going back to being a child after that. There had been no one to watch out for her in a very long time, and never a man. She’d never let anyone that close, had never wanted anyone to take care of her. Not that she needed it. But it was nice. Lovely.

Throwing back the covers, she got up and moved toward the bathroom, the bedroom rug soft beneath her bare feet, the room lit by one small lamp on an antique wood table with delicately carved legs. Outside, the sky was dark through the sheer curtains, the moon and stars obscured by the London fog. She glanced about for her clothes, but didn’t see them. When had she last worn clothes? She hadn’t needed them. Hex had brought her meals in the big bed. Rich, spicy dishes he had prepared himself. She’d only been up to shower, which was where she was headed now.

She’d come to love the enormous, luxurious bathroom. Her entire flat could have fit in there. It was all done in white marble, the towels the heaviest, most plush white. The enormous mirrors, even the light fixtures, were gorgeous. And the shower itself…it was a huge expanse of marble and glass, with a bench seat built into it, multiple showerheads in shining chrome. She reached in, turning the hot water up high, and stepped under the steaming spray.

Even the soap they used was pure luxury, silky smooth and fragrant on her skin. She’d never seen anything like this in her life. She’d gotten used to it. Hex and Aleron had taken her into the shower each day, sometimes several times a day, bathing her carefully. She’d come to love the heat of the water sliding over her skin as they touched her, their soapy hands eventually slipping over her breasts, between her thighs. They loved to fuck her in the shower, to fuck each other, which she never tired of watching. There was something so utterly primal about two men together, and with two vampires, there was even more intensity to it, more heat. And the sight of their bodies coming together, one light, one dark, both so powerful, graceful, and with that inherent purity and flawlessness of the vampire flesh. No matter how dirty the sex was, it was always beautiful with them. It could never be anything else.

An ache was growing between her thighs as she thought of them, her nipples hardening beneath the sharp spray of hot water on her breasts.

She slipped a hand between her thighs, felt her own slick juices there.

“Need you now…”

“Nissa.”

Aleron. He was there with her suddenly, as if by magic. Maybe there was magic in the way they could read her thoughts. But she didn’t really care. She was simply glad to see him, her pulse running hot as he stepped into the shower, his naked body hard and beautiful as ever. His cock was rising, thickening, as he leaned in to brush a soft kiss over her cheek.

He smiled at her, ducked his head under the water for a moment, clear droplets clinging to the tips of his white blond hair. His blue eyes were glittering.

“What do you need, my dear Nissa?” he asked, moving in closer, his long arms wrapping around her waist.

His hard body, wet and warm against hers, was too good.

“I need you, Aleron. I need you to touch me. To fuck me.”

“Ah…feel how I need you already.”

He took her hand and guided it to his cock, which was hard and long in her hand, the flesh like silk over steel. Then his mouth came down to hers, and he skimmed a kiss across her lips before moving lower and licking at the sensitive skin at the hollow of her throat. She let her head fall back.

“Yes, Aleron. Have me. Drink from me.”

A small shard of pain as his teeth sank in, then nothing but that now-familiar ecstasy as he drank, along with those flashes into his past.

The woman again, and this time she heard a name—Emeline.

Such a lovely face, her lips a perfect pink Cupid’s bow, even as she grew older. The lovely curve of her cheekbone as his hand came to rest there for a moment before moving lower, over her neck, her bare breasts, which were small and firm, with nipples like two pieces of dusky pink candy. Sweet in his mouth as he sucked and licked. She squirmed gently on the bed beneath him, and Nissa felt the weight of his body as though she was in his arms. But wasn’t she?

She no longer knew what was happening now and what was memory as she slid deeper into the Seeking Kiss, into Aleron’s mind. It was all hot, naked flesh, his silky tongue, the sharp edge of his teeth on her throat, her stomach, her thighs, then finally, between them. Hot and sucking, her pussy wet and pulsing, her beasts aching. The scents of sex and blood in the air. Hers. Emeline’s. Was that her long curling auburn hair coming down over her shoulders, like spun copper? But no, hers was black. Wasn’t it?

Water on her skin, even as she lay amidst the silk sheets, everything happening at once, somehow. Her own fingers traveling over the small creases in her skin from a corset she’d never worn. And Aleron’s mouth on her clit, drawing it in, circling with his tongue as his fingers moved to push into her ass. And as his teeth grazed the lips of her sex, cut into her tender flesh, the blood seeping onto his tongue, there was no pain, only the most exquisite pleasure.

Her hips arced toward him as the first waves hit, and she was shaking. But he had her, held her tight in his arms, his mouth sucking, sucking. And she was coming hard, shuddering all over with the force of it, as though she came
with
Emeline, both of them together, pleasure upon pleasure, their climaxes entwined in some way that wound through time.

She came to her senses in Aleron’s arms as he carried her, wrapped in a thick towel, into the parlor. She’d never seen it before. She blinked in the dim golden glow of light coming from a fire burning in an enormous marble fireplace, and from a few low lamps scattered around the room, shaded in silk and glass.

The room itself was magnificent, filled with antiques in dark wood and everything in creamy silk and damask, heavy velvet, rich old French brocades. She barely had a moment to take it all in before Aleron laid her on a large chaise, against a pile of fringed pillows. He sat next to her, his eyes almost midnight blue in the half-dark room, the firelight reflected in his black pupils, like two orbs of glass, deep and mysterious as he always was to her.

“You have questions about me, Nissa?” he asked, his fingers reaching to tenderly move her damp hair from her face.

She nodded. “I don’t know much of anything about you. Other than what I’ve experienced with you myself. What I sense from you. And…what I’ve seen in those moments when you or Hex are drinking from me. But I feel as though I shouldn’t ask about any of that.”

“I’ve had many lifetimes. Some more crucial than others to who I am now. What you see when I drink from you is what was most important to me.”

“She still is,” Nissa said quietly, feeling his pain as acutely as though he were drinking from her even now.

“Yes.”

“But you are with Hex.”

“And I’ve been with others in between, women and men both. But I’ve never given the Turning Kiss to a woman since…I lost her. I’ve only made male companions.”

“And what’s happened to them?”

“They all move on, eventually. But I never intend anything else, with them. I have loved them all, but I understand the impermanence of love. All too well.”

Nissa reached out, laid a hand on his arm. It was like polished marble beneath her palm. But she could see the softness in him that lay beneath the stony enigma of the face he presented to the world. “I’m sorry, Aleron. Truly sorry.”

“Don’t pity me, Nissa. I’ve had a great love. It is more than most people can ever expect. And I’ve loved all of my companions, as I said, although in a different way than I loved her. Emeline.”

“She was very beautiful.”