Beauty's Beasts (24 page)

Damian drew in a shuddering breath.

Slowly, she crawled on all fours across the bed toward him. When her face was almost touching Damian’s stomach, she blew on it. His muscles quivered in response. So she licked his flesh, then unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper.

Damian groaned again, his head rolling back onto Nick’s shoulder. “If it is mastery you want, I concede,” he muttered. His accent was thick. “Let me go. I must move, or die.”

Riley shook her head as she tugged his jeans down around his hips. “Not yet.”

Damian closed his eyes. “Gods!” he cried.

His cock was throbbing, purple around the flared head and surprisingly hot, for Damian. She ran her hand along the shaft, and realized she was humming in appreciation, her mouth filling with saliva. Her pussy was also slick with cream, as she imagined the cock she was fondling sliding into her.

Riley pressed her free hand against her belly then slid it lower, to curl over her mons and press against the stretch lace of her panties.

“If it’s torture you intend, Riley, you’ve achieved it. For both of us,” Nick said. His voice was thick with need.

She met his eyes and realized that by having him contain Damian, he was as helpless as Damian. “I’m not even holding my katana, Nick,” she said softly.

“If I let Damian go, this all changes in a heartbeat,” Nick warned her.

“You think?” She smiled. “Watch this.” She slid down on the bed until she was lying on her belly, propped up one elbow, and took Damian’s cock into her mouth. She had to stretch her lips to accommodate his girth, but the choking, moaning noise he made was reward enough. So was Nick’s harsh sigh.

Then she forgot about that and focused on the pleasure of fucking Damian with her mouth. She gripped the base of his cock with her hand and stroked the seamed underside of the head with the tip of her tongue. Her body was zapping and clenching with pleasure as she worked and she realized she was wriggling and moaning as she worked on Damian’s cock. Her eyes closed in ecstasy.

With her free hand, she reached for Damian’s testicles, expecting to have to burrow inside his half-lowered jeans, but she met no resistance.

She opened her eyes. His jeans were gone. Damian was naked and his arms were free. Nicholas had let him go. Damian’s hands touched Riley’s hair, then his fingers slid into the locks. “More,” he urged.

She felt hands on her back. Stroking. That was Nicholas.

Riley ran her tongue around the head of Damian’s cock and drew him back into her mouth as Nicholas caressed her back, making her skin quiver and her muscles vibrate. He unclipped her bra and unhooked the straps and drew the bra from her. Her breasts swelled and the nipples hardened instantly, rubbing against the satin bedcover like pebbles as she squirmed.

He spent long minutes stroking his fingers over the damp patch of lace between her legs before he drew her panties down her thighs. Riley was ready to scream by the time she was fully naked.

She felt Nicholas settle on the bed behind her. His hands on her hips lifted her up onto her knees and pulled her away from Damian’s cock. She was panting already as she looked at Damian. But his breath was no steadier.

“Kiss her again, Damian,” Nicholas suggested. “Make her moan and writhe.”

Damian climbed onto the bed and caught her face in his hands. His fangs were out, his eyes very black. “You have strong tastes, Riley, my love. I’d hoped it was so.” He kissed her and she thrust her fingers into his hair, and ran her tongue eagerly over his fangs.

He growled low in his throat and she felt the touch of the aphrodisiac on her tongue, rolling down into the back of her throat. Hot fire exploded from the center of her body, radiating out to the tips of her limbs, setting her nerves aflame. She gasped. She was floating, almost climaxing.

Damian held her steady. “The power of age, Riley,” he murmured, and she could hear the laughter in his voice.

“Oh…” Her voice was weak. Helpless.

Nicholas stroked her hips. “What I would give to be vulnerable to that power, just for a night.” His fingers slipped between her cheeks, and stroked the delicate tissues of her cleft, sending more hard, spasming shocks through her system. She moaned. From deep inside her, a wave was building. Large. Heavy. Powerful.

Damian was cupping and toying with her breasts, as Nicholas gathered the honey from her pussy and spread it higher. Around her anus.

Riley’s breath shortened and her arms shook as she kneeled on the bed. She pushed herself back toward him. She couldn’t help it. She looked up at Damian. “Hurry,” she whispered. She could barely speak the word. Her clit and the folds of flesh around it were swollen and pulsing with a life of their own. Just the brush of air over them was stimulating them beyond belief.

Damian sank down onto the cover, so that his eyes were level with hers. His hand cupped her chin. “Wait for me, Riley.”

She felt the touch of cool gel on her ass and moaned. Nick’s long fingers worked it quickly inside her. She gripped the cover, her gaze caught by Damian’s eyes staring into hers. Her breath was ragged, completely untamed. Anticipation was driving her wild.

At the touch of Nick’s cock against her ass, she stifled a choked, breathless cry.

Damian let out a harsh breath, watching her face.

Riley couldn’t focus after that. Her gaze shifted inward, to the overwhelming sensation of Nick’s cock working its way into her. She tried to keep still, but only Nick’s steady force on her hips stopped her from rolling and writhing and dislodging him from her as he pushed in.

The heavy wave of pleasure was increasing its power and threatening to drown her. Riley opened her eyes as Nick came to a stop, fully lodged inside her. She was panting, aware of the size of the coming climax and the power of it.

Damian had his hand around his own cock. He was stroking slowly, his fangs fully descended, as he watched Nick take her.

Riley was shuddering. “Fuck me, Damian,” she begged.

He curled his hand around the back of her neck. “At once, my love.” He glanced at Nick over her shoulder.

Nick’s hands curled around her waist and upper chest. “Relax. Let me lift you.” He lifted her back against his chest, her ass cheeks hard against his hips. His cock remained buried inside her. His lips nuzzled her neck. “Put your hands around my neck,” he told her. His hands were stroking her legs, opening them. Draping them over his knees, which he spread even wider.

She was being opened up in the most profound and delicious way. Riley shuddered, her breasts quivering, as Damian settled between her thighs.

His hands pressed against her hips and he kissed her throat. She could feel his excitement in the rush of his breath against her skin, in the brush of his teeth—lightly—against her throat.

“Hurry,” Nicholas urged softly.

“If I must,” Damian replied.

“This time, yes,” Nicholas said.

“Please, yes,” Riley begged. The hard, overwhelming swell of excitement was almost on her now, ready to take her where she had never been before. She wasn’t afraid, but she wasn’t ready to let it take her before Damian was inside her. She was shuddering with it, her breath ragged.

Damian brought his cock up against the opening of her pussy and eased it inside. Just the head.

She cried out and he laid his hand against her neck. “Let me in, Riley. Relax. Let me in.” His black eyes were inches from hers.

Nick kissed her ear. “Breathe, Riley. I have you. We have you.”

She tried to breathe. To relax. She looked into Damian’s eyes and consciously let go.

Damian slid his cock a few inches farther inside her.

It was overwhelming. The delight she had found in Nick’s cock and a dildo were nothing to this. Two real live cocks. Two real men. She drew hot air into her lungs, staring into Damian’s eyes. “More…” she breathed.

He smiled and pushed the rest of his length into her. She could actually feel their two cocks almost touching each other inside her.

“I can feel you, Damian,” Nick murmured.

“Mmm…” Damian breathed.

Riley lifted an arm and wrapped it around Damian’s neck. “It’s perfect.” She realized that her cheeks were wet.

Nick was lifting her to her knees between them and Damian wiped her cheeks. But the movement was too much. She grasped at Damian’s shoulders as the overwhelming sensations tripped off the blooming crests of her climax.

“God, no!” she begged.

Their hands came around her waist, two strong pairs. Both cocks began to thrust in unison. Slow, controlled, intended to avoid hurting her.

But she couldn’t stand it. “Fuck me!” she beseeched them, her hips thrusting and grinding, as she tried to find relief.

“No time!” Nick warned.

“I’m ready,” Damian growled. His fangs were down, and his eyes were the darkest, most aroused she had ever seen. This was Damian at his most vampiric. She turned to look over her shoulder. Nick was the same. Intense, brooding. Aroused. Driven.

Focused on giving her pleasure.

Riley threw her head back. Her eyes closed. She gave herself up to the pinnacle of pleasure they were giving her, as their cocks rammed into her together. Their fangs both pierced her shoulders at the same time, high up by the nape of her neck, just as her orgasm hit. Aphrodisiac injected itself into her system, and she felt them drawing blood from her as she climaxed. Her climax was pushed into another stratosphere altogether. Riley screamed, feeling like the back of her eyes might explode outward. Every nerve she possessed lit up with silver fire. Her breath locked in her body and for long seconds she couldn’t breathe at all.

When she
could
breath, it was to scream again as the climax tore through her, ripping nerve endings to shreds, tendon from bone, and flesh from muscles.

Her sight faded. Her hearing faded.

Her consciousness faded….

Her head was pillowed on Damian’s shoulder and her body on his chest. She could feel his knee behind her back, supporting her.

“I remember this,” she said. “We’ve gone full circle.”

“God, I hope not,” Nick said.

She opened her eyes. He was sitting next to Damian on the bed and still naked, like Damian and her. Only a few minutes or so must have passed. There was a quietness about Nick… It took her a second to realize what it was. Nick was happy and peaceful, and he was letting it show.

“What happened to me?” she asked.

Nick picked her up easily, like she weighed nothing, and put her in his lap. “You passed out. It happens sometimes for humans who aren’t used to it.” He brushed her hair away from her shoulder and touched her neck. She felt the tips of his fingers pass over the bite marks. They were sensitive, but not painful. “We won’t do this every time, but this time, it was essential.”

“I realize it enhances sex.” She bit her lip. “That’s understating it a bit, isn’t it?”

Damian grinned.

“But why is it essential?” she asked.

Damian glanced at Nick. Both of them were silent for a moment.

Riley looked from one to the other. “Are you both being awkward because this is some secret vampire thing?”

Nick pushed his hand through his hair. “Sort of…”

Riley looked directly at Damian. Of the two of them, he had the least resistance to speaking about uncomfortable subjects. “Spill it, Damian,” she said flatly.

Damian crossed his legs and threaded his fingers together. A defensive posture if ever she had seen one. “We know there are other vampires in the city here, but we have never associated with them. However, by biting a human we are sexually involved with, it sends a signal to other vampires. It’s an ancient custom. A symbolic one that has become ingrained in the vampire psyche. Marking a human signals that human is the vampire’s property. Their servant and mate. The human cannot be harmed or interfered with by another vampire. And the human can call for the help and assistance of the vampire they look to, as well.”

Riley’s heart was hammering. But Damian hadn’t finished yet. He spread his hands a little, to emphasize the final point. “The bond is for life and it is unbreakable.”

She reached up to touch the bite marks on her neck, and swallowed. “You couldn’t have just…married me or something?” she whispered.

“No law exists that would let us both marry you,” Nick said, “and the marriage would not have the weight of meaning we needed to ensure our world understood where you stood in our esteem.”

“Your servant,” she pointed out.

“That was its original meaning,” Damian agreed. “But marriage once meant a wife became a husband’s servant, too. The meaning has changed over the millennia. It’s a symbol, Riley. If you want the virtual translation, then look at it this way. In the eyes of the underworld, Nick and I married you tonight. Those bite marks will heal, but their psychic markings will remain and everyone in our world will be able to read them.”

His gaze was steady. So was Nick’s.

“That is why you made so sure I wanted to stay,” she whispered, her eyes burning with more tears. She swiped at them. “Goddamn it, all I seem to do is cry around you two.”

Nick leaned forward and licked her cheek, catching a stray tear, then hugged her. “I like it,” he whispered. “As long as it’s just when it’s us.”

Her stomach rumbled loudly and both Damian and Nick looked down at it, their eyes widening.

Damian slithered from the bed. “I forgot! I’m sorry! I’ll get something cooked straight away!”

Nick started laughing. “You’ve made life complete for him. Someone to cook for.”

“And how have I made life complete for you?”

His smile faded. “How did you guess?”

“You have a contented air. You’ve come to a decision, Nick. Something has changed.”

He nodded. “I’ve decided to clear my conscience. But…I’ll need your help. And Damian’s.”

* * * * *

The old man in the wheelchair was quite plainly dying. The bluish grey tinge around his mouth and nose would have been hint enough, without the oxygen line running beneath his nose.

But the eyes were alive and snapping authority and the jaw was solid and firm. So was the back. He stared at Riley from across the huge expanse of leather-inlaid desk, his frail hand resting on the blotter. There wasn’t a scrap of paper to be seen on the desk. Just the blotter, which was squared off perfectly with the edges of the desk.