The Turning Kiss (2 page)

Ilana.

He knew her name. He’d been at the club too long not to know a little of everyone who came there.

He wanted to know
her
.

But humans did not mingle at the club, other than those who already knew each other. Or those who were invited together by the vampires into a liaison. Sex. The dungeon play. They were all there to be with the vampires. To become one of them. Including him.

Why, then, was he so damn fascinated with this human woman that even now all he could think of was her face? Her lithe figure, her lush breasts. Her blonde hair falling like a wave of pure silk around her shoulders.

“You are not with me tonight, Calam,” Zahara said, standing still. She stroked a hard, cool hand over his face. “All you see is her.”

“My apologies, Zahara,” Calam said, bowing his head.

“Perhaps there is some meaning to it,” the vampire said, her voice low. She leaned in, brushed a kiss across his mouth. “I have other playmates. And I hear another calling for you. A different evening for us, perhaps.”

She smiled, her eyeteeth catching the lights from the dance floor.

What in the world was he thinking? But he couldn’t help himself.

“Thank you, Zahara.”

She stepped back. Moved across the floor with that sinuous motion of swinging hips and vampiric grace. Leaving him standing there, with the music pulsing around him, the lights flashing. And Ilana’s face in his mind.

Konstantine held a curtain aside, and Luka led Ilana into one of the larger alcoved rooms. In the center was a bed covered in dark red velvet and large enough to fit a number of people. The vampires adored luxurious surroundings. So did she. But she would have been every bit as aroused with this gorgeous pair in the slums.

“But you are here,” Konstantine said, reading her thoughts. He ran a fingertip along her jawline, down the side of her neck. Immediately, her body was covered in gooseflesh. In need. “You are here, with us. Our plaything for the evening. If you please us, we may take you to the dungeon, which I know you enjoy. Yes?”

“Yes.”

“We are new to the London club,” Konstantine told her. “We arrived just last night from Moscow. Our friend, Ever, told us all about you. You know of him?”

She nodded. “Yes. He is one of the owners of the club. I’ve seen him once or twice in the dungeons from afar. May I…ask what he told you about me?”

She didn’t need to know. But she loved the tone of Konstantine’s deep voice. She always loved listening to the vampires speak. There was something rich about their voices. Unique. Their voices were as ethereally gorgeous as the rest of them.

“He told us you enjoy the same darker play we do. In the dungeons. That you love the kiss of the paddle. The sting of the whip. We would have seen that in you anyway, of course. He thought you might be a good match for us. That your coolness would please me. The better to break you down.” He smiled, his grin wicked. “But he also spoke of something deeper in you. He was right, as he always is.”

She smiled, and he smiled back, his eyeteeth catching the dim amber light from the sconces on the wall. She could see in his ancient gaze his desire for her. Desire and the shadows the older vampires so often carried.

“But,” Luka interjected, “with a human, you could top beautifully, I think.” He stroked her hair. It felt as if he was touching her skin all over, all at once. Desire pooled between her thighs. “I can see you wielding the whip yourself. You are so cool. So controlled. So elegant. Would you enjoy that, Ilana?”

“I will do what you like. For your pleasure. For my own.”

She was giving them nothing other than what she wanted. Submitting to these two creatures was only fulfilling the fantasies she’d had since she’d first heard about the vampire clubs.

“I would like very much to see that,” Konstantine said, moving in closer. “I would like to see our little ice queen command another human. But after we have conquered her coldness ourselves.” His hands went around her waist, and he pulled her into his hard body.

They felt as if they were carved from granite, the vampires. Velvet-soft skin over solid stone. When she pressed into his flesh, her hips arching into his, it gave way only the tiniest bit. As Luka pressed in behind her, she felt the rigid shaft of his erect cock against the small of her back. He was hard, harder than any human male could possibly be. And yet, there was some give there. His flesh was not yet as ancient as Konstantine’s. She loved the contrast of the two of them. Their bodies. Konstantine’s thoroughly masculine face that was all raw edges and Luka’s softer features. Konstantine’s pale, pale skin and Luka’s that lovely gold.

Their hands were everywhere, smoothing over her skin—her shoulders, her arms, her hips and thighs. She was heating up inside, her body responding, beginning to drown in sensation already.

It was only in these moment that she truly felt alive. Felt
anything
. The extreme and hard-edged pleasure of vampire flesh. But what she really required in order to feel, to open up, was the harder play. The whip, as they had mentioned. Spanking. Bondage. Being commanded into submission, which was the only place she felt safe enough to let go.

She shuddered, need pulsing between her thighs, in her aching breasts.

“We’re going to undress you now,” Luka whispered into her hair.

In moments she was naked. They all were. Luka took her to the bed, laid her down on her back while Konstantine stood where he was, watching. His eyes were liquid pools of whiskey-colored glass, glittering. His cock was thick, sprouting from between muscular thighs. Enormous.

Ilana licked her lips. The velvet coverlet was soft against her back. Her nipples were going hard in the cool air. Luka knelt on the edge of the bed. He was watching her, too, his cock as swollen as Konstantine’s, but longer, if not quite as thick.

“Spread for us, Ilana,” Konstantine told her, and Luka helped to part her thighs with his hands.

She was soaking wet. Falling into that strange and lovely headspace where the world melted away, and all that was left was
this
. This moment. This sense of the vampiric eyes on her naked flesh. The exquisite anticipation that came with knowing they were about to really touch her.

“I love the way a woman looks,” Luka said, his voice quiet, almost worshipful. “I love that your pink flesh looks like a flower. Purely something of nature. Wet and silky. Sweet.” He reached between her thighs and brushed her cleft with his fingertips, brought them to his face, pressing them to his lush lips. His tongue darted out, tasting her juices on his hand. “Ah, like perfume.”

Konstantine came up behind Luka then, took his hand and sucked his fingers into his mouth. He closed his eyes, and Ilana thought she would go mad if they didn’t touch her soon. Her breasts, her aching pussy.

Konstantine’s eyes opened, and he looked right at her, but his words were for Luka. “Use your mouth on her. I want to see her pleasure. To see her come.”

Luka smiled, nodded, and knelt on the floor before her. He pulled her to the edge of the bed, held her legs wide apart.

“I see you shiver, your flesh tremble while you wait for me to put my mouth on you,” he said.

“Yes,” she whispered.

He leaned in, and she felt his breath, that strange preternatural mix of warm and cool air that was unique to the vampires. He blew on her, tickling her flesh. It was like some sort of ethereal touch. Her sex throbbed, wanted.

“Please,” she murmured.

“What do you beg for?” Konstantine demanded. “Tell me.”

“For him to use his mouth on me. To lick me. To suck me.”

“Ah.” This from Luka, a quiet sigh.

He moved in then, his tongue darting out, catching the tip of her clitoris.

“Oh!”

Konstantine’s gaze was hard on hers. She couldn’t look away. She saw how heavily the centuries weighed on him. How cold he was with age. How detached, yet so deeply engaged in what was happening, in a way no human could be. Why did that make it all the hotter? Luka between her thighs, Konstantine simply watching her, but with such incredible focus.

“Work her, Luka,” he told the younger vampire. “Be merciless.”

Luka dove in, his tongue slipping between her swollen folds, right into her aching hole, then slipping out again. His fingers went to her pussy lips, holding her open, pinching lightly as he fucked her with his tongue. Pleasure was like a knife, piercing her flesh as surely as his teeth would at some point tonight. She was writhing, her hips arching. And still Konstantine’s unwavering gaze was on hers, driving her on.

“Do it now,” he instructed Luka.

The younger vampire shifted, his mouth going right to that rigid nub of needy flesh. He sucked hard, her clit hurting and lovely, sensation moving through her like a sharp, white light.

“Oh…please…”

“Please?” Konstantine asked, his tone another low command.

“Please let me come,” she begged.

“He will make you come, our little ice queen.” His voice was low, insistent.

She could feel the intensity of him. His age. The force of his immortality. It bore into her body nearly as much as Luka’s fingers did as he slid them inside her.

“Ah!”

Luka really went to work, then. Fucking her with his fingers, sucking on her hard clit. When the first sharp edge of his teeth pierced her flesh, she cried out and came.

Her climax was like a blinding light, shimmering behind her eyes. Hurting, yet exquisite. Pleasure arced into her. Burning her. Scorching her. Wonderful.

She was shivering all over as Luka drank from her, just a few drops, but enough that she could see something of who he was.

A young man from a small Siberian village. Possibly only a hundred years earlier, perhaps a little more. He was stunning even then, as a human. But she saw war in his country, a war not of his own people. Felt his dread.

She heard the word
Sevvostlag
. A prison camp.

It was night time when Konstantine found him, his immortal grace blazing like a beacon as Luka paced along a high, chain-link fence topped in barbed wire. She felt Luka’s desire mixed with fear. What was he, this glorious and beautiful creature, who had come to him like some sort of dark angel? Then another flash, as though a page had turned—Konstantine lifting Luka over the fence, taking him away, carrying him a long, long distance.

Another page, and the two of them coming together under a sky full of stars, the cold air on Luka’s fragile, human skin as the vampire laid him down in a summer field, the wheat just harvested. The sweetness of Konstantine’s tender kiss on his lips, whispered words in a language she didn’t understand. Konstantine stroking Luka’s face, his touch gentle. Then the hard shimmer of pleasure as the vampire pushed into him, one long, punishing thrust. And finally, the heat of Konstantine’s bite on the back of his neck as the old vampire Turned him.

This is exactly what I want. Please
…

To be Turned. To be one of them. It was everything she wanted. Everything she had so far been denied.

Perhaps this would be it, the ones who chose her. She would go to them willingly, beautiful as they were. And she had seen in those flickering images the love they shared, that they were each capable of.

If only they would want her enough.

Chapter Two

The visions rippled before her eyes, dissolved. She was back in her body, still shivering with her climax. Luka was holding her, petting her hair gently. Konstantine was with them on the bed. He wasn’t looking at her, but at Luka, with an expression of such fierce tenderness it was shocking. How could this hard and ancient creature be so…vulnerable? And as she watched, Luka turned his face and Konstantine kissed him, a soft, sweet press of lips.

Need filled her once more, simply watching them together. Their obvious adoration. And as she watched, their kiss grew hungrier, more urgent. Konstantine pulled Luka hard against his body, one arm around the younger vampire’s waist. She almost didn’t dare to breathe as they opened their mouths, the kiss becoming demanding, purely sexual. They pulled apart a mere few centimeters, their tongues twining, then crushed their mouths together once more.

Konstantine began a low growl, deep in his throat, in his broad chest. The growl grew until it was an animal sound that drove fear and a sharp, keening desire through her system, into her sex.

Luka yielded to him silently. She wasn’t even certain how she knew it. But she could feel it, as if, even though he no longer drank from her, some mental connection remained. And at that moment Konstantine’s hand wrapped around Luka’s long braid, and he pulled him roughly from the bed and onto the floor.

Ilana gasped, but she knew they didn’t hear her now. Konstantine turned Luka, shoved him face down on the polished marble, spread his legs with one hand while gripping the back of his neck with the other. And with one hard thrust, shoved his erect cock into him.

Luka sighed. From where she lay, propped up on a pile of pillows, she saw him brace himself, his hands splayed on the floor as Konstantine drove into him, over and over. So hard she could hear the clash of hard vampire flesh on hard vampire flesh. Had Luka been human, she knew it would have killed him.

But sex among the vampires was primal, dangerous, fierce. They were more careful with the humans. Usually. Unless the blood lust was too much upon them. But that was a risk every human member of the club agreed to when they entered. And for Ilana, that was part of the allure of being with the vampires. That sense of danger. Watching it now was making her hot all over, lust pounding through her veins, her breasts, her soaking pussy, with the same jagged rhythm with which Konstantine pounded into Luka.

The longer she watched, the more she ached for them.

Need you both.

Konstantine stopped then, turned to face her. The agony of pleasure on his face was exquisite, thrilling to see.

“Do not think we have forgotten our little ice queen,” he said, his voice still that low, animal rumble. “After I fuck my darling Luka, he will fuck you. He will drive into your lovely, fragrant body until you come again. For me. For us.”