Marked for Pleasure [Blood Bond] (8 page)

His brother turned his head to look at the girl. Her eyes were open, and she looked back and forth between them, appearing slightly dazed.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Francis grated through clenched teeth.

Christian moved into the moonlight and tapped his chin mockingly. “What were your plans? Were you going to bring her home and chain her up like the others?”

“Whatever you’ve got in your head, you’re wrong.”

“Two of you this time?” Heidi propped herself up on her elbow, her breasts sloping out into tempting peaks. “I must be more deprived than I first thought.”

Christian shared a curious glance with Francis for the briefest of seconds. “Would you like that? To have two men share your body?”

Francis scowled at him but kept quiet. He enjoyed toying with his usually stoic brother. Why not make him sweat as payback for lying to him and Joseph?

“I can’t say I haven’t thought of taking the three DeVille brothers at once. I suppose my dreams are easing me into it gradually.” She licked her lower lip, her eyes roaming down Christian’s body. He hadn’t expected this. Whether she thought she was dreaming or not, she wanted this, wanted them. Knowing the fact changed the whole game. He saw Heidi in a new light, a light of possibilities.

“You’re not touching her,” Francis warned. “She’s unspoiled.”

He cocked an eyebrow. When was the last time he’d met a human virgin? At this point in his life he’d swear they were born with their cherries popped. “So you get to break her in? Who made this rule?”

“Can’t you share?” They both turned to the bed. The little vixen was demanding to be sated. Christian’s interest was certainly piqued, but Francis was trying to stake a claim on her. Why? Did he want to play with her or keep her and risk alienating himself from vampire politics forever? When a vampire didn’t die, forever took on a whole new meaning.

“Why don’t you use some of your hocus-pocus and we’ll bring her home tonight. There’re people upstairs here.”

Francis hesitated then reluctantly agreed. He told her to sleep, and she obeyed, falling peacefully to the mattress.

* * * *

Heidi drifted in and out of a dreamlike state and back. She wasn’t sure if she was coming or going. When she attempted to lift her arms, she couldn’t. The distinctive rattle of chains made her even more confused.

“Don’t be afraid, Heidi.” The smooth, calm voice lulled her.

She opened her eyes, and through the gentle light cast by numerous candles, she could make out Christian’s handsome face. He didn’t look worried, more playful, so her adrenaline-riddled body sank down in relief. She turned from side to side and realized she was lying on some sort of black leather settee. Her wrists were shackled above her head, making her shoulders ache, and she was stark naked. Never had her dreams ventured out of the safety of her bedroom.

But she could feel the cool leather under her back, hear it creak when she shifted, and smell the candles burning. She hadn’t gone to bed with candles last night.

Heidi tugged on her binds, making an obscene rattling sound. “This is real!”

Christian squatted down beside her, settling her with a large hand to her stomach. She froze. “You said this was what you wanted, sweetheart. Or don’t you remember asking both of us to double-team you?”

“I thought I was dreaming. Am I dreaming? No. You’ve kidnapped me!”

“Francis…”

When her fantasy man from the other night came into view, her pussy betrayed her, pulsing to a strong and demanding beat. Was the other night real, too? Who were these DeVille brothers anyway? Nobody really knew a thing about them in her small town, including her.

“I told you not to be afraid,” Christian repeated, running a finger down the plane of her neck. He tilted his head to the side, studying his own actions. “But a little bit is okay. It’ll make you sweeter.”

For some reason she believed him. Whether this was a dream or not, it’s exactly what she wanted. How many nights had she yearned to feel Joseph, Christian, or Francis pressed against her in bed, telling her they loved her?

Francis laid a hand on Christian’s shoulder. “I thought you despised visiting the basement.”

“Not today, it seems.” Christian dismissed him, not even turning when he spoke. He was mesmerized by the sight of her, which made her entire body tingle with desire.
The
Christian DeVille was not only paying attention to her but appeared to be completely enraptured.

“Why am I tied up?” She was no longer afraid but still had to know what was going on. Heidi may have been a virgin, but she wasn’t so innocent to not recognize where she was.

These men were into some hard-core BDSM. She should have known. It was written all over Francis’s character. It was probably what attracted her to him. She had her own dirty little secrets, naughty sexual urges she kept under lock and key. When she felt her life spiraling out of control—trapped in her parents’ grip, trying to get a good job, keeping up with everyone her family compared her with, and wondering if she’d ever meet Mr. Right—she craved to give it all up. To forget the worries of the world, forget conformity and the social pressures around her. A dominant man could give her that, and all she’d have to worry about was following his orders. Nothing else would matter because he’d be in control.

The men in her town were weak, nothing she’d willingly submit to.

“I’ve already explained why you’re going to be punished.” Francis was unbuttoning his suit shirt. She’d never seen him without his suit. “Repeat what I told you.”

“I–I was too friendly with Jeremy? You said I’m…I’m yours?”

The mere thought of being owned by the DeVilles made her pussy moisten. Could he see the juices coating her inner thighs? She held her legs tightly together, not that it did much good with her body stretched naked over the leather bench.

Francis set his shirt on the back of a chair with care, adjusting the material so as not to wrinkle. His slow, deliberate actions made her anticipation nearly unbearable. The man’s back was broad and toned, his waist lean. When he turned around, she couldn’t help but stare like a lovesick schoolgirl. He was powerfully built, all hard muscle.

“That’s right. Is it true, Heidi? Are you mine?”

She nodded, unsure what to do or say. She’d never played these kinds of sex games, and she knew so little about the DeVilles.

“You’re not the only one here, Francis. Don’t try and pull rank, not down here.” Christian brushed the hair from her face. “Tonight you’re
ours.
If you want to leave, at any time, just say…
vampire
.” He chuckled, but Francis didn’t look amused.

Heidi nodded, eager to progress to wherever it was they planned to take her. If it was anything like the other night, in what she’d thought was a dream, it would be worth any punishment. Francis had skills with his tongue and hands, and she desperately wanted to experience it again. And maybe a little pain wouldn’t be so bad.

This wasn’t how she envisioned losing her virginity. Two virile men she’d lusted over for years taking her at the same time in their secret sex dungeon. The walls were unfinished concrete, the air sharp and cool. With only the gnarly old candles providing illumination, the situation could either be from her worst nightmare or greatest fantasy.

“Spread your legs.” Francis stood at the end of the settee, staring down at her with a feral gaze.

Should she be doing this? Her father would kill her if he knew she was participating in such lewd acts. Would this affect their working relationship tomorrow? With her pussy so swollen and needy, nothing seemed to matter except the goal of getting fucked.

Chapter Seven

Francis was in deep shit with the other two Devilles. He never wanted them to see his weakness when he was supposed to be the example in their household. He should have stopped this before it started, but he just couldn’t deny the sultry little human. Why was she so willing to accept two men she barely knew? Why did she fantasize about all three of them? Could there be a connection to the mark she bore? Did she unconsciously know they were meant to be together?

He dismissed the thought. Actually entertaining the idea of mating with a human being rather than a full-blooded vampiress was beyond foolish. He wouldn’t dare to tempt his weaker brothers with the knowledge he had about fate and markings. Younger generations rarely paid attention to old legends, legends that still rang true in most cases.

For now he’d play it by ear, and tonight he’d dine on Heidi’s sweet body. As much as he needed to push her away, his instincts demanded he claim her, keep her as his. Maybe after she sated him, his need for her would diminish. He’d wipe her memory, return her home, and move across the ocean as planned.

Francis was pulled from his invading thoughts when Heidi actually complied and dropped her legs at the knees. Not a gentle parting, but full exposure, no holding back. Her pussy’s thin lips were swollen and flushed pink. She was so smooth and clean he could only think about lapping at her with his tongue, eating her until she screamed his name. He’d enjoy making this one meet her peak. Already his cock was harder than the concrete he stood upon. It seemed the human had complete control over that appendage without even knowing it.

“Maybe we should call Joseph. He’s the one who’s been going crazy for her.”

“No. He’s too impulsive, too untamed. For her first time, she needs men who are in control.” Francis glared at his youngest brother. Christian rarely entertained himself with the women brought home for them all to feast on. He took what he needed and he was gone again. Francis blamed it on a phase of “playing human.” It was natural for younger generations to want to blend in flawlessly. There weren’t any vamps in their town that he knew of, so Christian was just confused, and he hoped he’d come around and accept his rightful calling. Vampires needed to expand their numbers, stretch out across the globe, and dominate over their weaker counterparts rather than slink in the shadows by night.

Christian sorted through the toys on the side table and then held up a set of nipple clamps for his approval. Francis nodded. Heidi needed to be taught the exquisite balance of pleasure and pain. If she walked that fine line, her blood would be far more satisfying. And he planned to take from her, needed it.

He’d had reservations about sharing with his brother, sharing at all, but Francis concluded that it would keep things more impersonal. The last thing he needed was for the human to pull him into an emotional web from which he couldn’t disentangle.

“Do you know what these are?” Christian held the clips in Heidi’s line of vision. Her brow lowered, her anxiety increasing in the air. She shook her head. “They’re nipple clamps. When I put them on you, it’ll hurt, so be prepared. But if you’re patient, you’ll be rewarded.” Christian understood their sadistic ways more than he expected, but then again, every male vamp was born to dominate.

She watched Christian’s every move like a hawk, even twisting to the side to watch him. The women they usually brought home were used to a debauched lifestyle, nothing pure about them. Heidi was wide-eyed and willing. It had a profound effect on him. He wanted to make her experience easier rather than rough and rushed. Tonight they’d take things slow.

Francis palmed his stiff cock before sitting on the small space beside her body. She was so petite and fragile next to him, only strengthening his endearment. He had no idea he could become so attached to a human, but he equated it to the affection one had for a pet and dismissed the feeling.

“Are you sure you’re ready to give away your maidenhead, Heidi?” he asked. “Once you give it, there’s no taking it back.” Francis ran the pad of his thumb over her full lips, and her little red tongue flicked out to lick him.

“Take it. It’s only been a burden to me.”

“No, my sweet. It’s a gift of immeasurable importance. You’re a rarity in this day and age.” He leaned over and kissed her pert nipple, which earned him a throaty gasp.

Francis was a bastard. If he had any humanity, he’d tell her to save herself for her future husband because there wasn’t anything more special to a man than knowing he’d taken his woman’s virginity.

Good thing he wasn’t human.

“Please…my body’s on fire.”

He chuckled. “We haven’t even started.”

Christian bent over her prone body and massaged her lovely tit, even sucking the peak into his mouth, preparing her. Francis did the same to the other breast until she was writhing beneath them, her chains rattling.

“Oh God! Touch me, please.”