The Siren Series 3: Brandon (A Siren Novel) (12 page)

Nova

I'm going to have sex with three men
.

I should be horrified and running for the hills like a bat out of hell.

Instead, I'm letting three women I don't know work me over. The bathtub I soak in is filled with rich lavender crystals, now dissolved, and swirling around me in a moist, fragrant cloud.

Holly is doing my nails, of all things.

“I'm thinking my hands won't matter, just saying,” I say.

Rachel sighs. “You know, Nova, we all felt like you once.”

Doubtful.
I ignore her comment. “And nothing's awkward about you preparing me to go traipsing off to have sex with your son. No. Nothing. Awkward. At. All.”

Aubree laughs. “I think you'll see things are handled more primitively within a vampire coven. Our kiss doesn't have the niceties of society. We know our worth and where the Druid vampires fall in the food chain.”

“At the top,” Rachel says, lathering my hair.

“So what does that make us?” I ask.

“Special.” Holly strokes the last layer of a clear polish mixed with a fine opalescent glitter over my nails.

I stare at my beautified fingertips. I don't know what kind of magic she worked on them. They'd been in tough shape, and now they're gorgeous. Maybe I've been a little bit mean to Holly.

I clear my throat and make a stab at civility. “They look pretty, Holly.”

“Thank you,” she says with a happy smile. “I love nails, hair, clothes...”

“Sex,” Rachel says in a droll voice.

“Yes, definitely lots and lots of that.”

I'm silent in the middle of their banter.

They turn to look at me and Rachel says, “We know you're a virgin.”

Oh. Now
that's
embarrassing.

Holly sees my expression. “It's okay. Remember I told you Zach took my cherry then three other Reapers bred me?”

My stomach does a slow flip. “Wow.” My eyes feel like golf balls inside their sockets. “You make that sound—” I wave my hand.

“Careful,” Holly chastises.

I hastily stop, checking my nails to make sure I didn't gouge her work. “Right, sorry.”

“She makes it sound
normal
because it is,” Rachel explains in a matter-of-fact way.

“But you didn't...?” I ask.

“No, Aubree and I have just one Reaper. The queen must be bred with more than one initially.”

“Then…”
Oh boy, how do I ask the asshat question?

“Ask,” Holly says, studying my face.

I stand, water dripping over my body and splashing inside the tub. Rachel hands me a towel, and I wrap my body, loving the luxurious feel of the terrycloth.

These guys have all the wealth. I take in the opulent surroundings. Every surface is tumbled marble, and the tub's so big it could fit three.

It probably has.
I don't dwell on that.

“So who's baby is it?” I ask.

Holly lifts a shoulder. “I don't know. The first baby might be Zach's or not. The important thing is they'll be daywalkers.”

“This makes my head hurt,” I confess.

“All the future babies will be Zach's,” Holly adds.

Ah-huh.
“Great.”

Holly scrunches her nose as I move into my “chamber.” A large four-poster bed anchors the center of the room. Wood floors gleam from their high polish. They glow amber in the tangerine light spearing the windows as twilight succumbs to the night.

“Most women would be all over this hunk sandwich,” Holly adds.

I turn away from the darkness pressing against the glass. “I don't think most women would like the whole fang component.”

Holly gives a small nod. “Maybe, but Rachel and I
have a guaranteed orgasm when they sink fang and prick at the same time.”

I give Aubree an incredulous look, I don't even bother to rein in my shock.

She simply gazes back unfazed. “I'd love to refute that but really—I  can't.”

She laughs.

Well, hell.

“There's something to this Druid breeder thing.” Rachel says. “We can do things other human women can't. Our bodies our designed to take more, breed better. Have vampires that walk in daylight.”

“What about the Mer thing?” I ask as I drop my towel and Rachel lays out my “mating” attire.

“You are a maiden of the sea. Somewhere in your lineage,
someone
was of the sea. That's why you and Brandon shared the call of the breeder before you'd even met, but because you are of Mer blood, it was stronger. He left after he was barely more than a youngling.”

Aubree falls silent.

“What if I was supposed to be with a Mer guy?”

Aubree shivers. “Nah. Our intel says they've gone whacko. A Faction vamp killed the prince to save the princess. In fact, Bran was there for a pivotal battle. The Mer warriors were going to do some kind of ritualistic gang rape against their own royalty.”

“Constantine,” Rachel says with conviction.

Aubree nods. “He actually
saved
her, Bran said.”

“Amazing,” Rachel says with a shudder.

I don't know who Constantine is, but I'm glad I haven't met him or the Mer warriors. If they'd be willing to hurt their princess for power or whatever, they aren’t high on my list. “I guess it's good they didn't get to me first.”

“Definitely. Those fishy fucktards,” Rachel clucks.

I laugh.
Maybe the girls aren't so bad after all.

I run my hand over the beautiful pure white silk dress. It's simple. The plunging V-neck is embroidered with glittering clear stones along the edge of the bodice. The straps are spaghetti-style, paper thin and elegant. It will fall nearly to my feet.

I gulp. Grammy would be so proud. And so shocked. I bark out a laugh.

Rachel grins, her black hair swinging forward as she tosses the dress over my head. It slithers down like a hand of silk, hugging every curve.

“What's so funny?” Holly asks, dropping gingerly to her knees to check the hem. She adjusts her big belly between her legs.

“I was just thinking my grammy would be so stoked for me to finally mate a Druid. But”—I feel heat rise on my face—“I don't think she envisioned me doing the nasty with three vampires.”

Aubree looks me dead in the eye. “You're a cherished female amongst the Druid-Reapers, Nova. This isn’t some cheap screw for them. You are the future of our race—we are as well. The males are completely aware.”

I look away.

“If I'm supposedly such a big deal, then why am I so scared?”

Holly touches my arm. I look down into her upturned face and am struck by how tiny she is. She struggles to stand because she's so far along in her pregnancy.

“You've never been with a guy before. Believe me, they won't hurt you. I mean, I can't speak for the Harborer, but I'm assuming he'll do right by ya.”

I nod. “I've wanted Ren forever.”

“He's handsome,” Aubree says.

“Neapolitan ice cream,” Holly says randomly.

I look up from tightening the strap of my ridiculously high silver heels.

“What?”

“Three flavors in one.” Holly looks at me expectantly. “And you thought
I
was slow.
Duh
. Vanilla, strawberry, and chocolate.”

The men.
Oh yeah.

My face feels scaldingly hot.

The women laugh.

“It'll be okay,” Aubree assures me. “I raised Bran right.”

“For five years!” I say.

Aubree shrugs. “It is what it is. Our world is strange, but it's
our
normal, Nova. And it will soon be yours.”

Right.
I move to the full-length mirror. The faces of the girls are reflected around the perimeter.

My whole life has been lived in a poor existence: cheap apartments, clothes, not a lot of discretionary income… I stole happiness where I could.

Now I stand in a “mating” gown for a vampire wedding of sorts. It's the finest thing I've ever worn in my life. It lies against my skin like a breath of soft air, seemingly handmade for me.

Rachel scoops up my dark hair and pins part of it on top of my head. It's still damp from the bath. It's naturally wavy and tends to curl when it's not blown dry.

Green eyes stare back at me from the mirror. Rachel's icy blue eyes meet mine, and the emerald ones looks too bright in my pale face.

I've never felt more vulnerable.

“Don't worry. You'll be fine,” Rachel says, placing the last tendril in a chilly curl against my spine.

My nipples rise into pebbles from the cold.

“More than fine,” Holly says with a seductive giggle.

A soft knock sounds at the door, and my heart leaps painfully. My body becomes one long line of tension.

It's time.

I'm not ready.

At least, that's how I feel until I get a load of the vampires.

Mikhail enters first. He is handsome. His scars stand at livid attention like pink lightning strikes against his ivory skin. Silver eyes stand in a face seemingly sculpted in granite.

My gaze roves his body with an intensity I'm at once unnerved and embarrassed by. I should be shy, innocent, but my body knows instinctively what it needs. A throbbing ache begins deep inside my pussy. All the drudgery and hardships have brought me to this moment, with these males.

However improbable, we're meant for this fated event.

Ren steps in after Mikhail, his hazel eyes hooded with a completely unfamiliar expression of lust directed at me. He takes in my beautiful gown, and I see his arousal from here.

I never thought I'd be doing this with Ren.

Brandon is last, and my breath catches at the sight of him. His eyes are black holes burning with low fire for what's to come. He wears loose trousers in blood-red satin fabric.

Ren's trousers are forest green and Mikhail's a deep royal blue. I notice the girls slipped out the door at some time in the middle of my stare-fest.

I can't help what I do next. I mean no disrespect to any of them.

My feet take me in a slinking stride directly to Brandon. His blood calls the loudest.

For once, my magic makes sense. If only my heart could too.

I stop thinking.

Brandon looks at every part of me with his hands on my shoulders. By the time his eyes travel back to mine, the depths of his gaze draw me in.

I let the Mer part of me swim to the surface of my consciousness, and a low thrumming makes my bones ache. My teeth buzz as if an electrical current connects Brandon to me.

I don't notice when Brandon picks me up and carries me to the bed.

Ren and Mikhail follow with dual expressions of hunger.

For my blood. My sex.

Holly was right. And wrong.

They are Neapolitan, but so much better than ice cream.

Brandon exchanges glances at the other two males then arranges me on the bed.

I tense when his hands move to part my thighs under the thin silk of my gown. Each fingertip burns like impregnated fire through the cloth that separates his touch from my flesh.

“Trust me, Nova,” he says.

Ren slides a pillow under my head, and my hips lift as another is placed under my ass by Mikhail.

With a deep breath, I allow my legs to fall open. Still, their view is obscured by the gown.

Brandon rolls the hem from my ankle to my knees. He pauses, bringing his lips to the bend underneath my knee. Hot breath tickles my sensitive flesh as a hotter tongue slides along the crease.

A low, shuddering breath eases out of me with his gentle, wet touch.

His moist heat moves higher until I am bare before them. The gown is pushed to my waist, and I open my eyes to see hazel and silver eyes boring holes of desire like molten heat through my skin.

Everywhere they look, gooseflesh rises in response to the subtle tether between the three of them and me.

My magic rises inside me, swelling to bursting, and it reaches out to the one I'm most connected to.

Brandon's face tilts up to look deeply into my eyes, his lips parting slightly.

“What is that?”

“Magic,” I answer.

“I feel it too,” Mikhail says with a slight shiver.

I reach out, my hand falling softly on his forearm, and he knee-walks to the side of my face. His erection tents his silky blue pants.

Ren mirrors him on the opposite side of me. I smile at the sight.

The power of the men causes my magic to burst over us all, and I gasp. I arch my back against the bed, forgetting who lays between my legs.

A long slow lick moves from my entrance to the bud of my clit and my hips buck at the sensation.

No mouth has never kissed that part of me, and the pleasure is instant, hot, and glorious. I groan, plunging my fingers through Brandon's dark hair.

He laps my pussy, taking one side of my lip into his mouth. He works the suction from the bottom to the top of the flesh and gives me a small peck of a kiss when he reaches my sensitive pleasure button.

Ren and Mikhail softly knead my breasts, but differently from each other. Ren pays strict attention to my areola and nipple while Mikhail bunches the fullness of my tit into a tight cup of his hand. He squeezes then releases, squeezes then releases.

Brandon inserts just the tip of his finger inside my wet hole and makes a small circle before plunging his digit into my softening barrier. I gasp, choking on my saliva as it dries with my panting.

Ren chuckles deeply in the back of his throat. “For a virgin, you seem to love the process, Nova.”

I can't lie. My reactions are the truth. “Yes.”

“Let us see how much she likes it,” Mikhail says in a low voice. “Open your mouth, Nova.”

My eyes pop open, and my hand lifts from Brandon’s silken locks.

A huge prick has been freed from blue pants that have been kicked aside, and my gaze meets Mikhail's. “I need this in your mouth as Brandon will be the first to sink his prick in your Druid depths, breeder.”

Another first among many tonight.

My mouth instantly wets. My body feels as if it's been primed for this moment to give itself to them.

I open my mouth, and his prick slides in.

It's as natural as sucking on a lollipop.

Brandon continues his assault, digging a fingertip into my sensitive flesh as my pussy feels like one throbbing mass of need.

“I'm sticking my tongue in your Druid cunt, Nova.”

I can't protest because my mouth is filled with Mikhail's cock in a slow mouth-fuck.

Brandon's tongue spears me. My barrier gives some with the hot, wet pressure but holds.

I squirm as Ren takes both breasts. Mashing them together, he kisses first one nipple then gently bites the other.

Mikhail shoves his cock in deeper, and I must allow it or quit breathing.

“That’s it, breeder, take all my length.”

I feel something build. Brandon tongue-fucks my pussy as Ren captures each nipple, alternating between the two as he sucks and nips the sensitive flesh. Mikhail's huge cock moves in and out of my mouth.

My pussy gives a pulse of deep pleasure, tightening like a drum around the little bit of tongue Brandon thrusts inside me.

“She's ready,” he says when he lifts his head from between my legs.

My juices cover his face as he readies his cock. My eyes widen, my head moving with Mikhail’s thrusting.

Brandon's length is huge, the girth just as much.

He sees my fear. “It will feel good after the barrier is gone. Your Druid cunt is made to accept my size.” He palms his length, which is under a foot but not by much and just shy the width of a pop can.

I shake my head.
I know I can't take that.

Mikhail must sense my resistance because he places a large hand on the back of my head. “I'm getting ready to plant my seed, as Brandon is. Keep that hot mouth on my prick, breeder.”

My pussy saturates with his commands, and I moan around his prick.

He shoves my mouth to the root of him. I squirm, gagging.

“Have a care,” Ren says from somewhere.

Then the end of Brandon pushes into me.

He's gentle, but it doesn't matter. I squeal, groan, and squirm underneath the assault of flesh as if a sword is thrusting in my mouth while Brandon pushes himself inside me.

“I cannot hold back!” Mikhail grunts.

Hot jets of his cum course down my throat. It's swallow or choke.

I swallow as Brandon tears through my innocence.

I'm wet and ready, but still it burns like a wildfire. I feel as though a searing rod is stabbing into me. Mikhail's flaccid dick falls out of my mouth, and I suck in a ragged breath, sitting up halfway on my elbows.

Brandon's eyes connect with mine.

“Tight, Nova, so tight.” His face is full of lust, control, and a sort of contained tenderness.

I breathe through his filling me. “It hurts.”

“Let me in. Relax for me.”

I will the snug muscles of my channel to release, but he's so big. He pushes his cock deep, plunging against my untried depths.

“Hold her open,” Brandon says to Ren and Mikhail.

“What?” I shout.

“It'll be easier this way. If you're fully spread, you can't fight my prick. You have to take it all.”

“I don't think I can.” But even as I say it, my body adjusts to his size, craving to be filled by him, with his seed. I feel a deep, primal urge as my pussy sucks at him.

Brandon groans and surges a little deeper. I automatically tense.

Mikhail leans above me, flattening my knees to the bed, and Ren uses both his hands to hold my wrists above my head.

I close my eyes, allowing the dominance and enjoying the sensation of being held and helpless.

Brandon sinks all the way in a single deep rock. His cock meets the mouth of my womb, and I moan. Pain and pleasure mix, and Mikhail’s hands on my knees slide up to my thighs.

When his finger swirls on my swollen clit, the pleasure I felt before surges back, and my hips fully surrender to Brandon's entry. He seems to sense it and pulls out, my sides gripping the huge slab of his meat.

“Goddess, her cunt is hot to fuck!” He grunts, slamming his dick deep again.

I cry out, completely spread and filled with his cock. The hands holding me down grow tight for a moment, and the friction on my clit increases, speeding toward something at the edge of my consciousness.

I open my eyes and see Ren and Mikhail's cocks dangling like rigid poles of flesh above me.

Brandon moves back to his knees, his hands cupping my ass, and drives his dick inside me again.

“I'm not going to last.” His frantic eyes find mine.

“You looks so beautiful spread and tight.”

His dirty phrasing makes my pussy give a great pulse.

“That's it. I love your cunt wrapping my cock.” He picks up speed.

The gentle thrusts become a constant pound.

My womb opens, and he sinks the tip into the entrance. He lands softly on me, and the hands binding me go away. I feel Brandon’s balls in my channel.

“I'm coming,” Brandon says, breaching my second deep entrance. He unloads inside me in a hot sweep of liquid as my orgasm crashes around us both.

As Brandon throbs deeply inside me, a cock begs entrance at my mouth and I open.

I meet Ren's eyes, and his are tight with his tension. With only three thrusts, he explodes inside my mouth.

The two men come inside me, and I swallow as my pussy milks Brandon's seed.

He is still seated deep within when Mikhail says, “My turn.”

Brandon kisses my mouth, full of another male's cum, and lifts off me.

Mikhail takes a moment to look at my spread pink lips, cum dripping out of my hole, and flips me onto my stomach.

He grabs my hair and whispers, “Ass in the air, breeder.”

With my pussy still throbbing, I move my butt into the air to take the punishment the Reaper offers.