Crimson Heat: 4 (Vampira) (2 page)

Sometimes he had the miserable inkling that Satin’s days were numbered. Over the recent months since they’d begun fucking her, he’d sensed her weakening ever so slightly after each time she was dined upon by the Queen. The incisor wounds on Satin’s flesh took longer and longer to heal. He didn’t know if Tristan and Jaymes had noticed and he hadn’t wanted to alarm them with his suspicions. Yet this eve all his worries vanished as Satin flung the blanket aside and climbed out of bed.

As she held the three roses in her hand, he noted no bite wounds marred her perfect, lush naked body. She appeared happy and strong, with no concerns on her face as she padded barefoot across her small dungeon room to place the flowers onto a stone ledge. A couple of stubby red candles were set on the same niche. Their low flames illuminated parts of the cell and cast streaks of blue along her waist-length straight black hair. From this angle he appreciated the curves that accentuated her in all the right places. Her breasts were large, her hips wide and her waist narrow enough that he could span his large hands around it during the times he grabbed her and held her for his penetration. Her body was ultra-perfect, except for that tattoo that marred her pale skin. A tattoo of a spectacular red rose was imprinted on her left butt cheek. It indicated that she belonged to the Crimson Clan. But the rose was disfigured by a black chain interwoven along its stem. The chain signified she was a slave. A Crimson slave.

Her room didn’t appear to be the traditional damp, dark cell that most of the other slaves lived in. Because Satin was the Queen’s favorite, she was given certain luxuries, such as candles, a cozy large bed, a wood table, an oil lamp and a comfortable chair. An armoire sat in one corner of her cell. It contained her clothing and on top she had set some perfumed oils which she dabbed onto her skin when the Queen summoned her. Or when the three of them visited her.

“What scent do you males wish for me to wear today? How about chamomile?” she asked as she lifted a tiny glass bottle. Its contents shimmered with an amber liquid. She pursed her red lips into a pout. Without waiting for an answer, she replaced the bottle.

“No, chamomile is too gentle for you males.”

She lifted another glass bottle. Purple liquid twinkled.

“Or perhaps columbine?”

“Dab on some of the rose,” Luca suggested, suddenly impatient. The rose scent was his favorite on her and it would fit the mood for sex.

She nodded and he caught a glimpse of a mischievous smile.

“Excellent choice, Luca. You always have the best suggestions.”

The other two males growled.

Her teasing grin widened and she glanced at them as they stalked toward her.

“Am I making you males cross?”

She batted her eyelashes prettily and opened the bottle with the rose scent. Luca’s breath quickened as the succulent perfume mingled with her unique sweet female scent. Automatically his cock hardened until he could barely stand it. He hurried to undress.

Satin loved it when her males became angry. They put aside their tenderness toward her and became forceful and dominating. It aroused her to see their fierce sides. Their cocks would harden into thick spikes, their fangs dropped, muscles would flex in a show of power and their unique scents of lust and love permeated the air. In turn, her body hummed and her pussy creamed as she gazed from one male to the next and then to the other. She trembled with need as she studied their sharp white incisors as they protruded past their lips. Fury and arousal sparked their gazes.

They were competitive males and sought her attention, yet they were also bonded in a brotherhood she found fascinating, as such links were extremely rare in the Crimson Clan or in the vampire world in general. Here within their clan, the Queen made sure everyone feared her and each other in order to keep a tight rein on all. But over the decades, no matter how hard the Queen had tried to break the ties the three males had forged between them, she hadn’t been successful. In the end, the Queen had recognized the males’ potential and relinquished her control, educating them in languages and giving them prestigious bounty hunter positions, despite maintaining that they were still her slaves. They hadn’t disappointed her. They brought back every bounty she sent them after, unless of course they were forced to kill their prey and hide their bodies so the human world wouldn’t catch on that vampires still existed.

But if Queen Crimson found out they were fucking her without the Queen’s permission…Satin trembled with a sudden burst of panic. The distinct squeak of the bottom drawer on her armoire being pulled open made her shivers of distress turn to need. She kept many silky red rope ribbons in that drawer, strong material that the males loved to bind her with.

She yelped in surprise and excitement as Jaymes grabbed her elbow and led her to stand beneath a metal hook bolted into the solid rock cell’s ceiling. One peg of many, which were rampant in all the slave cells. The Queen had a long history of torturing her slaves and Satin hadn’t been immune.

Her breath halted as Tristan handed a long red ribbon to Luca.

“You know better than to tease us, female,” Tristan muttered.

The instant his hand clasped her wrist, sparks whipped through her. He held her tight, ensuring his dominance and guaranteeing her no escape. Not that she wanted to run, but it would be intriguing to have them chase her down, to be tied to her bed and for them to fuck her until she begged them to stop.

“I…love teasing you…you know that.” She could barely catch her breath as Luca began to tie a silky bond around her wrist.

“Then you’ll love what we have planned for you,” Jaymes hissed as he grabbed her other arm, tugging it forward in front of her so Luca could wrap the silky ribbon around that wrist as well.

“Hmm, perhaps I will, perhaps I won’t,” she countered.

Her words had the desired effect. Their incisors grew longer and Jaymes’ and Luca’s eyes glowed red with arousal. Tristan’s gaze darkened to black heat.

She trembled as Luca tied another ribbon between the ones that bound her wrists together. The scrape of a chair shot through the air as Jaymes yanked it behind her. It creaked beneath his big weight as he stepped on it.

“Oh, you will love whatever we do to you,” Tristan warned. His fangs popped further and further past his lips.

Roughly, he grabbed her upper arms. He lifted them and held them out in front of her so Jaymes could loop a ribbon between her wrists. He pulled the restraint tight and tied it on the ceiling hook. Tristan let go and the strong ribbons held her arms up. She trembled. She was bound for them. She was theirs.

Luca stepped in front of her. He didn’t touch her with his body, but leaned his head toward hers. He grinned, satisfaction and pure arousal on his face. He kissed her roughly. His hot mouth fused with hers, searing and possessive. The bristles on his chin and cheeks rubbed against her tender flesh, sparking sensitive nerve endings. He slid his hands over her breasts, massaging her, tweaking her nipples, forcing her senses to burst quickly to life.

“Tie her ankles,” Tristan ordered. “I don’t want her to be able to move an inch.”

The legs of the chair scraped across the floor as Jaymes tossed it back toward the table. A moment later, his hot breath whispered against her ass. His callused hands slid between her inner thighs and he forced her to widen her legs.

Oh sweet vampires!

Her world tilted as the silky rope ribbons curled around her left ankle. Jaymes tied the other end of the ribbon to a bolt in the floor. A moment later, her other ankle was bound, the ribbon held tight as it too became secured to a floor bolt on the other side of her. Living for so long in this cell, she’d memorized the location of all the hooks, bolts, chains and metal loops on each and every wall.

Luca broke the kiss, which was so breathtaking she couldn’t open her eyes if her life depended on it. He smoothed his hot palms over her belly. His hand was quickly replaced by a ribbon of rope that slid seductively beneath her breasts, up the outsides and down between her valley. Then the ribbon of rope was looped around her swollen breasts several times before the rope was thrust behind her back and forward and again, until it formed a harness. It wasn’t tight, but just enough pressure to thrust her breasts forward.

Behind her, the slurp of lubrication echoed through the cell and a few moments later the hard length of Tristan’s cock pressed against her thigh as he leaned in to whisper in her ear.

“We’ve been away for too long, sweet slave. You’ll enjoy us no matter how rough we are with you, won’t you?”

She creamed at the raspy dominance in his voice. His scent of anger and arousal hung thickly in the air.

“Why not give me a little prelude and then I’ll give you my judgment?” she teased.

Tristan cursed. She yelped and opened her eyes, yanking at her restraints as he scratched an incisor painfully against the left side of her neck and then pierced her skin. Warmth dribbled and she smelled her sweet blood. Tristan lapped at it and moaned with appreciation.

Jaymes and Luca growled as they sniffed her blood scent.

Tristan’s strong hands threaded through her hair and Satin moaned with excitement. He held tight to her strands and her scalp pricked with pleasure pain and searing heat. He pressed his thick, lubed cock against her sphincter, pushed past the tight knot of protesting muscles and slid into her ass. The fullness of his penetration had her panting.

“Are you enjoying yourself yet, our little slave?” he quipped.

She wanted to give him a teasing answer but Luca caught her quickening breaths with his mouth. He kissed her with fierce possession, his warm fingers tweaking her nipples. Jaymes settled himself on the ground amid the two males and beneath her restrained spread thighs. She shuddered and bucked as Jaymes’ hands slid possessively up and down her inner thighs.

“This is just the way we want you, Satin. Trapped between us and at our mercy,” Jaymes murmured. He buried his face into her pussy and furiously lapped at her tender, swollen clit. Satin gasped as sharp shivers rippled through her.

As Tristan plunged his cock in and out of her ass, Luca made love to her nipples with his hands while Jaymes sucked on her pussy. She creamed and closed her eyes. Her breathing grew rapid and labored. Her thighs trembled.

Jaymes’ tongue slurped around her clit and then plunged into her vagina. Luca’s palms massaged her breasts and Tristan’s hands gripped her hips as he nuzzled her neck with his chin. She trembled as Luca’s fang nipped at her lower lip. She tasted blood.

Luca growled. Her fangs throbbed and unleashed with lightning speed. Their fangs clashed as they kissed again. Raw arousal scents whispered through the air, making her heady.

“We missed you way too much, Satin,” Tristan growled into her ear. His voice was drenched with caring and lust. Delirious happiness spiraled through her.

Tristan rocked into her, bucking his hips. His heavy cock sank deeper into her ass with every thrust while Jaymes’ tongue withdrew from her pussy and swirled around her ultra-sensitive clit, driving her closer to orgasm.

Oh. Oh
. She was just about there. Just about ready to…

Jaymes stopped licking her clit. Frustration ripped into her and she moaned her protest. But then Luca’s thick shaft slipped into her wet vagina and she gasped her appreciation. His cock was thick and ultra-long, sparking nerve endings deep within. Her pussy clenched around his shaft like a vise.

Oh yes!

Luca slid out and Tristan pistoned in. Sharp, hot tremors jolted her. The two males quickly settled into a rhythm. Their erections impaled her, and their cocks throbbed inside her.

Luca groaned against her mouth as he broke their kiss. But she didn’t want it to end, so she brought her head forward and fused her lips over his again, loving the clash of their fangs and the dueling of their tongues.

Behind her, Tristan’s body tightened. He moaned. She knew he was careening toward his own pleasure. She nudged her ass back against his pelvis and he moaned again. His cock thickened and pulsed deep inside her.

Oh! She loved these males fiercely. They were the only light in her dark life. Although their relationship was based mostly on sex, her gut told her they loved her. And she loved them too, to the point of desperation and to a point where sometimes it hurt so bad.

She became lost in the pleasure inside herself when they were fucking her. Her defenses dropped and nothing else mattered. She simply vanished. Sucked into the vortex of love and lust and caring they provided.

Luca’s body tightened as he plunged his shaft inside her again. He groaned into her mouth. Both males pistoned faster and faster. Their thrusts were fast and furious, as if they wanted to possess her. Their energetic impalements pushed her rapidly toward ecstasy.

She whimpered as she rippled with pleasure and then exploded on a guttural cry. Sensual spasms swelled through her like a storm, crashing into her body and shattering her senses with incredible speed. The males thrust harder and harder. They stroked their cocks in and out, causing every sensitive nerve ending to shatter. She writhed between them, gasped and bucked in a mindless frenzy. Arousal tore through her in thick, wicked waves. Her legs weakened and she strained to remain standing. The bonds bit into her wrists and she dangled from her bonds in a dance of lust as the pleasure forked through her, convulsing her entire being.