The Turning Kiss (3 page)

“Konstantine…” she said, her voice trailing off. She wasn’t even certain what she wanted to say. Her mind was spinning. All she knew was the glorious need surging through her.

“Yes, I know, my beauty. But if I fucked you now I would tear you apart.”

“Ah, God…”

He grinned at her, and it was a beautiful and terrifying thing. Then he turned back to Luka, who hadn’t moved, holding still with a flawless, preternatural will. Konstantine began to fuck him again, plowing into his ass, over and over. And still Luka never moved, other than a fine shivering of his golden skin.

Ilana licked her lips, the desire building inside her almost as if she were the one being fucked, being touched.

“Yes,” Konstantine gasped. “Touch yourself. Let me watch you, beauty.”

Oh, to perform for him… The mere idea was another sharp stab of desire. She slipped one hand between her naked thighs, spreading them wide as she did so. She found her wet cleft, her fingers slipping between her swollen folds, spreading them apart. Konstantine kept his icy gaze on her hand as she began to rub, up and down, over her slit.

“Fuck yourself with your fingers, Ilana,” he demanded. “Do it now.”

She pressed one finger inside her pussy, then two. Gasped with pleasure.

“Ah, beautiful. You may look at her, my Luka,” he told the younger vampire.

Luka turned his head, his metallic gaze locking on hers. And he was there with her, inside her head once more. Or she was in his. It was hard to tell. She no longer knew what was her hand plunging into her sex and what was Konstantine’s thick cock driving into his ass. All she knew was pleasure, so pure, so powerful, it was making her dizzy.

She watched the two vampires, the sharp motion of Konstantine’s hips slamming into Luka. The two pairs of eyes on her—one pair merely old, one truly ancient. And sensation built so quickly it stunned her. Soon she was coming. Konstantine was coming. She could feel the heat of it in her pussy, her ass, his cock. Her body pulsed with it—heat and pleasure and the throbbing of blood in her veins. Her human blood. Luka’s vampire blood, and Konstantine’s. Pleasure joined them all together as one being.

Before she stopped shivering with climax, the vampire pair were with her. Konstantine lay on his back, and Luka picked her up and laid her on top of him. She could smell them both, like ancient stone and something earthier. Lovely. Something having to do with Konstantine’s come in Luka’s body. That scent, and something incredibly thrilling about being this close to them. To Konstantine’s ancient, unyielding aloofness. Luka’s enduring sweetness. Her breasts were pressed to the older vampire’s hard, hard chest. They ached for his touch, her nipples burning. Konstantine shifted, his hands going to caress those hardened tips.

She moaned. He pinched. She yelped.

A low chuckle from Konstantine, right next to her ear. She could feel his breath in her hair. “Ah, you like this, beauty. A little pain with your pleasure, yes?”

“Yes.”

“It pleases me,” he told her. “Put your arms behind your back now, and clasp your hands together. Very good. And lay your head on my shoulder. You are so exquisite like this. In submission to us.”

She could feel his cock hardening against her belly once more. Needed one of them to fuck her. But her mind was going empty again. She was too full of sensation. The idea of submitting to these two beautiful vampires, as Konstantine had said. She loved it. She needed more.

“Patience,” Konstantine said, but there was humor in his low tone.

“Shall I fuck her now, Konstantine?” Luka asked, his hands smoothing over her back, her buttocks.

Lust shimmered over her skin. His touch was wondrously gentle. Cool. Lovely. She waited for Konstantine’s answer.

“I think she cannot wait any longer. Fuck her now, my Luka.”

Luka parted her thighs with his hands, spreading them wide, until her legs were draped on either side of Konstantine’s body. While she’d had sex with vampires before, none matched the sensation these two caused in her, the intensity of response. Something about the interplay between them. The connection. Their startling, dark beauty.

Yes, more.

“Oh yes, she needs it,” Luka said, his tone lowering, his exotic accent thicker than before. “And I need you, Ilana. I need to fuck you. To feel the heat of your human pussy surround my cock. Just. Like. This.”

He pushed into her with a sigh.

“Ah, Luka!”

Konstantine grasped her wrists in one of his big hands, holding tight, while with the other he pinched her nipple, driving sensation higher. And Luka began to move, his cock sliding in, filling her up.

Luka’s mouth was right next to her ear, and he murmured, “How beautiful you feel inside. Like wet silk. I could fuck you all night. Come into you over and over again.” He thrust, two sharp jabs, pushing pleasure deeper into her body.

“Oh…”

“Fuck her harder, Luka, my love,” Konstantine directed.

“Yes, Konstantine. I want it, harder, faster. I only wish she were one of us, so she could take all we can offer.”

Luka’s hips pistoned, and she felt desire rising once more, cresting. His cock moving inside her, the stony scent of their vampire flesh. The thrilling idea that Luka had it in mind to make her one of them already.

“You are going to come again soon, beauty,” Konstantine said. It wasn’t a question. But she didn’t know if he was reading her, or if he could feel the quivering of her pussy, with her mound pressed against the length of his cock.

“I can feel it everywhere,” he said quietly. “In your mind. In Luka’s body. And in your hot, velvet pussy.”

Hearing him talk to her this way was making it even better, hotter.

“We know this, that you love it,” Luka said. “We love your open wantonness. We chose you for that as much as for your cool beauty. But you will love this even more.”

His cock slid from her body, and she felt momentarily empty. Then he swiped her juices with his hand, slipping his fingers back to that tightest hole. Together the two vampires lifted her, shifted, and Konstantine impaled her, his thick cock shafting hard into her pussy.

“Ah God, Konstantine…”

He was so big she could hardly take him. And she understood the danger in inflaming the passions of this particular vampire. But perhaps the fact that he’d come only minutes earlier would keep her safe. It felt too good to even consider asking him to stop.

“Take a breath,” Luka told her. “Breathe it out. Relax. And take him. You can do it, Ilana.”

She did as he instructed, letting her pussy relax around the heavy flesh of Konstantine’s cock.

“And now,” Luka whispered into her hair, “you will take me.”

The tip of his cock slid into her anus. She tensed for a moment, then sighed with pure pleasure.

“Oh, yes…”

“Relax,” he told her once more.

She pulled in a breath, forced herself to accept the second cock, and he moved past that first tight ring of muscle.

Konstantine held still for one moment, two. Then he began to pump into her. At the same time, Luka began a more gentle rhythm, pushing into her ass, sliding out. She could feel the two cocks inside her, through the delicate membrane that separated them. That friction itself added sensation, another layer upon Konstantine fucking her pussy and Luka fucking her ass. The impossible sensations that belonged to Luka, and finally, those that belonged to Konstantine.

She was overwhelmed, her mind buzzing, her body thrumming with a pleasure that drew her to impossible heights. She was coming in moments, writhing, crying out. And once more Luka bit her, on the back of the neck this time, drawing her blood into his mouth.

Instantly she was back in his body, his mind, tasting the sweet, metallic flavor of her own blood on his tongue. Seeing once more his pure adoration for Konstantine, the way the older vampire treasured his mate. The bond the two of them shared. She felt it with them, as though she were a part of it herself. Not merely as their plaything for the evening, but a
part
of them.

She felt tears on her cheeks. She didn’t understand them. Perhaps they belonged to her. Perhaps they were Luka’s emotions. She could no longer tell the difference. Then she heard them both murmuring over her.

“It was too much for her,” Luka said, worry in his tone.

“No, she will be fine, our little ice queen. We have simply broken through the ice,” Konstantine answered.

Broken through.

No. Impossible.

But she couldn’t think. Her vision hazed, then her mind. She slipped into darkness.

She was lying on a soft bed. Softer than anything she’d felt in her life. Smooth sheets, not the velvet coverlet of the playrooms at the club. Where was she? She was so sleepy, she didn’t want to open her eyes. And if this was some sort of lovely dream, she wasn’t sure she wanted to wake up.

She let her focus broaden—and became aware of the sound of someone breathing. She knew even before she opened her eyes that it was human, not vampire. When she opened her eyes, she gasped in shock.

It was the Scotsman.

He was just as superb in the sunlight filtering in through high, arched windows as he’d ever been in the dim and pulsing nighttime lighting of the club’s bar, the dungeons. The sun glinted copper in his auburn hair. His eyes were a calm gray. No, silver more than gray. And he was shirtless, his shoulders broad and packed with heavy muscle. He was sitting on a low, damask-covered settee. Watching her.

She realized she was naked still, her body covered only by a fine white sheet. Not that it mattered. She was proud of her body and not in the least self-conscious. No, the shock was simply that it was
him
sitting there, in this strange room with her.

“Where am I?” she asked, her throat dry, as if she’d been sleeping a very long time. “And who are you?”

“I’m Calam.” His voice was soft, the Scottish burr lending it a rumbling edge that reverberated in her body. Purely sensual, his voice. “You’re in the Midnight Playground. This room is one of several on the top floors used by the owners and their…favored guests.”

He smiled, and she saw the dimple in his left cheek. Such a contrast to his gorgeously masculine face, the bulk of muscle that made up his body.

“Where are Konstantine and Luka?” She sat up, leaned against the velvet-padded headboard that rose a good six feet behind her. She looked around the large room, found it to be as luxuriously furnished as the rest of the club, everything in plush cream and burgundy velvet and damask, fine wood edged in gilt, the floors the same polished marble found everywhere at the club.

“They are with Ever,” he answered.

“Ever?”

“Do you know of him?”

“Yes, of course. But, he’s a legend here. It’s hard to think of anyone I know actually being with him.”

Calam smiled once more.

“What is it?” Ilana asked him. “Why do you smile at me?”

He shrugged. “You may get to know him yourself before long.”

“How do you know so much, Calam? About Ever. These rooms. The club.”

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his leather-clad knees, and she saw the flex of muscle in his abs. He really was spectacularly built.

“I’ve been working at the Midnight Playground these last seven years. I started out scrubbing floors when I was nineteen years old and newly arrived from Edinburgh. I’ve tended bar here. Served in the dungeons as an assistant, helping to service the equipment, to carry the spent mortals to bed. I’ve done nearly everything here.”

“But be offered the Turning Kiss,” Ilana said, sensing a sadness in him and assuming it paralleled her own.

“Yes,” he answered, his expression serious.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “That was crass of me.”

“But correct nevertheless.”

Calam smiled at her again to soften the words. He didn’t mind her saying it, this beautiful woman he’d watched from afar for so long, and who was now right in front of him. It was true, what she’d said. A truth they both shared.

“And what are you doing here now?” she asked him.

He was momentarily distracted by her blue, blue eyes. They were large, rounded, yet slightly tilted at the corners, the only softness in her otherwise perfectly carved face. High cheekbones, a fine jawline. Even her throat, her collarbone were perfectly made. Her body was all long, lean curves, her legs endless. He had to breathe through the desire pulsing through his system like heat. Like an electric shock, being this close to her, and her naked beneath the sheet.

“In general, I am in the dungeons,” he answered after a moment. “Playing with those who ask for me. They like me because I can take a lot. I don’t mean to be a braggart. But I’m known for my stamina. I love the pain play. And I can switch just as happily, topping their mortal playmates for their entertainment. They pay me generously, house me here at the club. It’s the best damn job I’ve ever had, frankly.”

He grinned at her. He couldn’t help it. He could see she didn’t find any of it shocking, as most people would. But of course, she was in bed after a night with the vampires. There should be very little she would find shocking after that. He must seem almost mundane to her, being merely human. Although, she was human, as well, and she was fascinating to him. Becoming even more so, now that he could talk with her.

He knew Konstantine hadn’t asked him here merely to guard over her sleep. He knew the old vampire and his partner, Luka, would want much more from him. He could hardly wait. To be with them—they were as dazzling as any of the vampires were. More exotic, with their Russian accents. Luka’s golden skin and Asian features. Konstantine’s great age and power. And something about their chemistry together…their intense bond made them even more attractive.

And Ilana was to be a part of it.

He was going hard simply thinking about it. Sex with this particular vampire pair. And sex with her…

“I actually meant,” Ilana said, interrupting his train of thought, “what are you doing here, watching me sleep?”

“Watching you sleep.” His grin widened. “I know—I’m being vague. I was asked to come and watch over you, so that you shouldn’t wake alone.”