Freed (Vampire King Book 3) (17 page)

“I
want to be full of both of you.” My wicked queen sucked on the tip and tugged
on it hard. I mumbled incoherent words. A sort of blissful sensation drummed in
my groin and pulsated throughout me.

“I’ve
dreamed of this since I first sniffed your scent long ago.” Ian guided his
first cock toward her bottom and little by little he entered her, stopping
halfway and then pulling out. She purred. Her mouth vibrated against my cock.

I
wobbled back a little and forced myself to maintain my balance. “Damn it. I
love when you purr. Dear Ambi, Ian, make her purr like that again.”

Ian
grunted as he pierced her with his second cock, the one on top. His fangs
exploded out of his mouth. He thrust into her hard. A moan ripped through
Brie’s mouth. She sucked harder, so hard I let my head fall back and howled. I
could barely take it. It wasn’t just how talented my queen’s mouth was, it was
the entire effect—Ian’s throbbing cocks, wet with her, slamming into her with
ease, her breasts bouncing back and forth as her body moved up and down with
Ian’s rhythm, and her hands, dear Ambi, my lovely queen placed her hands under
my balls and massaged them with delicate fingers. I feared I would blow apart
into pieces.

“I’m
coming.” I tried to pull away. Brie clamped her mouth on me and centered her
gaze on mine. Our eyes met. Love pooled in hers.

“Can
I come in your mouth?” The words left my lips before I could truly think about
them. She nodded. And I did.

“Blasted…Queen!”
Scorching-hot liquid spurt out of the tip and sprayed her mouth. I roared and
drove deeper, until I swore I hit the back of her throat. The pink seed spilled
out of her mouth as I pulled away. I rushed to get my shirt, grabbed it, and
wiped her cheek and mouth.

“Don’t
stop, Ian,” she cried.

“Are
you close, little queen?” Ian rocked into her.

“Yes!”

 
A strained expression spread over Ian’s face.
It seems Ian is closer.
I formed my lips
into a smile. “It’s not easy to please her.”

“Only
Ambi knows how you’ve done it with only one cock.” He slipped his hands to her
thighs and pushed them apart more. He had no idea how flexible she was. Sweat trickled
down Ian’s chest. The muscles in his arms and thighs flexed as he worked.
Brie’s heart pounded against her chest. Her blood song increased until that was
all I could hear…the drumming of her pulse and the beauty of the melody.

“Widen
her some more.” I pinched both of her nipples. She screamed and I loved it. I
leaned down and sucked on the right one as I fondled the left. “Go deeper, Ian.”

“Lick…me…please.”
Brie’s voice came out in a blissful shriek.

I
soared down, stuck out my tongue, and touched the tip of her clit. She quaked
so much I had to hold her waist down so I could lick some more. Although Ian’s
cocks going into her were too close to my face, the view screamed beauty. I
loved to see his cocks plunging deep into her. They slid in and out, in and out
with precision. Her legs collapsed to the side. He held them up by his knees,
shoving into her.

“Yes!”
she screamed. Tears leaked out of her eyes. “Oh Ambi!”

Clear
liquid squirted from her, coating Ian’s thighs and navel.

What was it?

“It
seems our little queen has come.” Ian closed his eyes, let his head fall back,
and bellowed so loud it shook the walls. He sped up, pushing and pulling until
finally he wrenched himself out, collapsing next to her. His pink seed spurted
out and drained down his leg.

I
was glad he didn’t fill her with it. I shared her tonight, recognizing that she
desired it, but all the children in her belly would be from me. She would breed
with no other man.

No one else. On that I will not
budge.

Chapter Thirteen

~Ian

Mom used to say, “Ian, goodness!
There are times when a joke is not proper. There are times when people don’t
want to laugh.”

For
years, I believed she was wrong, until the day I lowered her body into the
ground. Tears fell from my face and landed on her burial’s metal box. I
whispered she was right as I shoveled dirt into the ground. That night was the
only night no jokes ran in my head.

Until
tonight.

No! Please, my love!
Phinova’s
voice echoed in my skull as she burned.
I’m
alive! It’s me. Your love! You’re killing me! No!

Brie,
Samuel, and I stood around a bonfire. Phinova burned within. Orange flames
lapped at her flesh and chewed through. Her hair rose high above her head in
one long light that pointed toward the moons. Those fiery strands shifted to
hot blue, then streaks of red and yellow, until the fire eventually melted away
the hair into black liquid. Clouds of red smoke hovered over the bonfire as the
wood tied to Phinova’s arms and legs crackled and snapped and her skin sizzled
into a husk of ash that merged from black to white, then gray.

She’s gone for good this time.

Ground
Mover had placed amber stones around the fire to keep in any evil that strayed.
Streams of violet smoke rose in the air and then danced in swirls toward the
stones. The amber stones lit up and sucked the smoke in.

“That
body held great evil.” Ground Mover kneeled by one stone. “My enchanted amber
are eating a lot tonight. They haven’t feasted this well since the Great War.
Years of evil were in this corpse.”

Years.
Nai
kept Phinova’s dead body for close to a hundred years and propped her on a
diamond throne.
How many times did you
seek her evil counsel, Nai? Whose idea was it to kill the vampire prince
babies? At least now I understand where the need to enslave dominas came from.

Nai
used the dominas to make babies, but also to feed Phinova. Wickedness grew
within Phinova’s dead flesh. No doubt she’d already possessed some while she
lived. It hurt me to admit that. Yet when she died, the malevolence festered
into a corpse that spoke to all who dared to listen.

Or did it just speak to Nai and me?
Was she the reason for killing all the other vampire kings and starting war
after war? Whatever the reasoning behind Nai’s actions in these many years, he’ll
die soon, and by my and Samuel’s hands.

No
hesitation struck me at the thought of killing my brother. He’d lived three
times the life of the average vampire and through those days he’d terrorized
people all over the land, unfairly persecuted those he conceived as wrong,
enslaved the weak, killed the young, and impregnated slaves to build his army
and murder more. The part of him that represented my brother died the night
Phinova perished.

When I kill him, it will be a
monster that dies, an evil power that should have been struck down long ago.
I
glanced at Samuel next to me. Brie stood in front of him, her hips encased in
her arms, yet she held my hand the whole time to comfort me.

Samuel
shocked me tonight. Only Ambi knows why he let me taste his queen. But he did
and I would respect their bond from now on. I still planned on leaving if we
all survived. There was no way I could remain near Brie now and not act on my
feelings.

Being inside her stoked the fire
instead of put it out.

An
inferno of desire for Brie moved within me, bigger than the bonfire in front of
us. I yearned to be inside her again. She was everything that was good—that
harmonious tune one hears on the first evening of spring, aged wine in a
crystal glass spilling onto my tongue, the fragrance of flowers right as they
bloomed, and wet flesh enclosed around my cocks. I yearned for more.

“We
should talk.” Samuel disrupted my thoughts. Annoyance glittered in his eyes, or
was I just imagining that?

“Where?”
Brie gave a weak smile as she twisted around and faced both of us. “And what
are we going to discuss?”

“No.”
Samuel released her. “I need to talk to Ian by myself.”

“About
what?” Brie asked.

“It’s
between us.” Samuel gestured for us to walk off.

I
grinned and planted a kiss on Brie’s forehead. “Don’t worry; we’ll be back
soon. I’ll try my best not to hurt Samuel with my intellect.”

Samuel
growled. Brie smirked and seized my arm. “How are you doing?”

I
refused to look at the bonfire anymore. Phinova’s voice vanished. There was no
need in dwelling on the matter any further. I just hoped my nightmares wouldn’t
saturate with the sight of her burning and the sound of her pleading me to save
her.

“Ground
Mover wants to try and decipher the writing and symbols on my body.” Brie
adjusted the crimson robe on her shoulders. “Go on to the feast without me.
I’ll just be a little late.”

“No.
I’m returning to you,” Samuel countered. “I trust Ground Mover, but I’d rather
be in the room when you’re naked with another man.”

I
cleared my throat and held in the many jokes that rushed to my head. “Let’s go,
Samuel, so you can get back to her.”

We
departed from the area. Brie stared back at us with a worried look, probably
wondering what we were going to discuss.

The
moons inched close, little by little, to line up above each other. There were
only three hours or so of night sky left. Mages tended to party from dawn to
dusk. Tribe Stone made an exception for us and decided to start their feast a
few hours early before dawn to include us.

“What
is this about?” I asked as we headed through two stone huts. Barefoot children
wrapped in beads played throughout the pathways of the community. A few times
they bumped into me and Samuel. Green lanterns shaped like birds and wolves
rested in their tiny hands. They chased each other, giggling and shrieking with
joy each time they found one another.

“Samuel?”
I paused near a hut where the bitter aroma of roasted wolf drifted out. “What
do you want?”

“I
need to talk about two things.” He faced the sky and stared at the moons,
inhaling the air around him. “It’s a beautiful night tonight. I hope it’s not
our last.”

“Me,
too.”

Samuel
pushed on along until we approached the violet stone pathway we’d first entered
before coming in the village earlier. “What you, Brie, and I did last night…”

I figured this would be the topic.

“I’m
not sure if we’ll do it again.” Samuel continued down the path.

“Okay?”

“But
I will look to her if it comes up.”

“Comes
up? What should come up?”

Samuel
glanced over his shoulder and growled. “This is hard enough to discuss.”

“Fine.”
I wiped away the smirk from my face. “You won’t say yes to me being with Brie,
but you won’t say no if she desires it again.”

“Yes.”

We
arrived at the end of the pathway and the beginning of the forests. I thought
Samuel would stop, but he kept traveling through darkened forest. The white
glittery birds soared above our heads.

“But
let’s make one thing clear.” Samuel’s back remained to me. “Brie is my queen in
every way. She belongs to me and no one else.”

I
ceased from stepping forward. The king within me vibrated. I gritted my teeth
and formed my hands into fists. It had been decades since anything stirred my
king. “Quiet, Samuel.”

He
glanced over his shoulder. “You no longer like me saying that she belongs to
me. Do you?”

I
clamped my mouth shut, unable to talk. If I opened my lips a little, fangs
would erupt and my king form would explode. No. I hated him saying Brie
belonged to him. Before last night and nights ago, I could stomach it. Before
it made sense. Now my blood coursed through my veins in a current of violence.
I imagined his flesh ripping apart under my claws and the tang of his blood as
I devoured his heart. The king in my core screamed, “No! She’s my queen. I’ve
shared before. I won’t share again!”

“Careful,
Ian. I sense you preparing to shift.” Samuel turned my way completely and
closed the distance between us. His breath hit my nostril, carrying the scent
of Brie’s flesh on his tongue.

A
grumble emitted from my chest. “I’m fine.”

“You’re
full of rage.” Samuel leaned his head to the side. “Is it because of what I
said about Brie?”

“Quiet!”
I struggled to get control of myself.

“I
won’t battle her for you.” Samuel’s fangs pushed out and hit his chest, but
didn’t pierce the leather shirt he wore. “I’ll only kill you. There will be no
fight or gentle vampire dispute, no discussion or debate. Do you wonder who
would win if we battled? Who would be alive once all the blood and skin rained
down?”

I
had age and experience on Samuel. That was true. But Samuel had no limit. His
mother Queen Regina’s corpse swinging back and forth flickered in my mind. Even
if my mother had connived and stabbed Phinova, I couldn’t kill her. Perhaps
because she’d raised me like a mother should and given me a big, loving family
that Samuel never received.