The Turning Kiss (5 page)

He dipped his fingers between her lips, held them there, and she swirled her tongue over them. He drew them out.

“Now take Calam’s cock in your pretty mouth. Ah, I love to see it, to see you suck him deep. It makes me need to fuck you again myself. But there will be time for that.”

Ilana held Calam’s cock in her mouth, raised her head to swallow him deeper. He moaned, his hips arching into her lips. And at the same time, he took her clitoris into his mouth and sucked, as if it were a small, hard cock, his tongue grazing the sensitive tip.

She shivered, pleasure rippling through her body—her clit, her belly, her breasts.

“Ah, so good,” Luka murmured. “But this will make it better for us all.”

She watched as he slipped one wet finger into Calam’s ass, then two. Heard Calam’s grunt of pleasure. Felt an answering surge in her own body. From Calam sucking on her clit. From his beautiful cock in her mouth. From watching Luka’s hard fingers sinking into Calam’s ass and pumping gently. And that sense of shared pleasure between all of them, human and vampire.

Human…

Calam.

How could she think so much of him with Luka, enticing as only one of the immortals could be, in bed with them? But pleasure was too raw and hard in her body to figure it out. All she knew was the clean, male scent of her human lover, the strange stonelike fragrance that was vampire flesh. And desire rising in her body, making her stomach, her sex, her breasts, go tight.

She began to pump her hips as Calam suckled her swollen clit, creating a rhythm. Calam’s cock surging into her mouth. Luka’s fingers driving into Calam’s ass. She knew he loved it, being impaled as she sucked his cock. She could feel him pulse every time Luka’s fingers pressed into him.

“You take it so well,” Luka said to Calam, his own voice rough with desire. “I love to feel you tighten around my fingers. But I want you both to come now. Come for me, my mortal lovers.”

Calam groaned as Luka drove deeper. He sucked harder on her clitoris, shifting to press his fingers into her sex. Sensation built, spiraled, as they became one being—cock and pussy and ass. Mouths and hands, working, working, that rhythm cresting as her body exploded. She heard Calam cry out just before he came into her mouth, down her throat. Sugar and salt on her tongue. Writhing bodies, arching hips. And Luka’s small sigh of satisfaction at seeing them climax.

“Beautiful,” the vampire murmured as Calam climbed off her, lying next to her on the big bed. “But there is more to come.”

Luka reached out, stroked Ilana’s cheek, smiled at Calam. He really was an incredible beauty, with his exotic features, his golden skin, those mesmerizing eyes that shifted like precious metals in the wan sunlight.

She heard Calam’s rough breath next to her, could feel the heat of his body. She wanted to curl into him, but she didn’t dare.

Why this odd craving with him? Now that desire was not quite so immediate, she had a few moments to think about it. But she couldn’t figure it out. Calam was
human
. And all she’d wanted for years was to be with the vampires. To become one of them. To spend eternity with a vampire mate. No more loss. No more grief. To be invincible, so that no one could hurt her ever again.

“Ilana…” Calam rolled onto his side, took her hand, his fingers folding around hers.

She was aware of Luka watching them, but there was a certain tenderness on his face, along with that softness desire brought, even to the vampires.

She squeezed Calam’s hand, then let it go. “I’m fine,” she said. Perhaps more to convince herself than anyone else. Her head was still spinning.

Calam. Luka.

Human. Vampire.

Need…

“Are you ready for more?” Luka asked, tilting her chin in his hand. Heat rushed through her system at his touch. The intensity of his preternatural gaze as he looked into her eyes.

“Oh, yes. I’m ready,” she told him. It was the truth. She was burning with a hard, driving lust once more.

Luka smiled. The doors to the room opened. And Konstantine walked in, along with the most ancient vampire she had ever seen.

Ever.

So exquisite, everything else in the room—everyone—momentarily faded from view. He was even taller than Konstantine, and a stark contrast to the Russian vampire’s hard, dark looks. Ever was pale, as pale as white marble, his skin gleaming in a way she’d never seen before. His hair was just as pale, long and tied back from his face. And his face…his features were even prettier than Luka’s. Androgynous. So lovely it was difficult to look at him, to take it all in. His eyes were absolutely black, so dark they were like two pieces of glittering jet. Impossible to read. Mysterious. She had no idea if he’d been born with eyes so dark, or if it had more to do with his ancient nature.

She felt overwhelmed simply looking at him. In awe. Of his age, which seemed to emanate from his long, lean body. In awe of the force of his presence. And the pain so clearly etched on his features.

What must it be like to experience centuries, to carry those experiences with you?

But just as clearly as the awe was the heat building in her body as Ever and Konstantine strode across the room. The heat she felt from Calam next to her. Even the desire building in Luka’s vampiric body.

Konstantine was smiling at them, his fangs peeking at the edges of his lush mouth. There were no words, just Konstantine reaching for Luka, tearing his clothes from his body. The small ripping sound as fabric and leather gave way. Then Konstantine pushed Luka back on the bed, and in moments his own clothes were gone. His body was all hard, masculine lines, taut muscle, a sprinkling of dark hair on his chest. His nipples were nearly bronze. Erect. She wanted to touch them. To take them into her mouth. To watch Luka do it himself.

But it was Ever who came up behind Konstantine, his pale hands sliding around the darker vampire’s body. He pinched Konstantine’s nipples in his fingers, and Konstantine shivered, his eyes fluttering closed. Ilana watched as Ever pinched again, twisting the swollen flesh. She watched as Konstantine’s enormous cock twitched. And her body went soft and hot all over. Aching with the need to be touched. Fucked. For them to drink from her. To do as they wanted with her.

And in the back of her mind was that now-constant awareness of Calam.

Konstantine’s eyes opened, and he leaned over Luka, reaching for Ilana. He filled his palms with her breasts, and she arched into him.

“So beautiful, our ice princess,” he murmured, thumbing her nipples, then giving them a sharp pinch.

“Oh…”

“Yes, your sighs are so pretty,” Konstantine said. “Shall we hear some more?”

His hand slipped down over her stomach, his fingers driving into her soaking pussy, and her body clenched in response.

“Ah, yes, spectacular,” Konstantine said. “But what might happen should we all have our hands on you at once? Our mouths. Our cocks. Will it take all of us to melt you?”

She shivered, desire screaming in her veins.

Yes. Yes. Yes…

Konstantine leaned farther, over Luka, and Luka took his partner’s cock in his mouth and began to suck him hard. Konstantine drove his fingers deeper into Ilana’s body. And next to her, Calam pressed against her side, his mouth going to her nipple, sucking, tugging, biting just hard enough. And finally Ever bent over her and kissed her.

Sensation was like the brilliance of the sun shining through the windows, dazzling her. Ever’s mouth was a stunning contradiction of hard and soft. He tasted of honey and the weight of the centuries. He tasted of stone and moss and some flavor that was more a high-pitched sound just out of her reach than it was something she could taste.

She was writhing, on the edge instantly. Calam’s mouth was so hot on her breast, his hand kneading the full flesh. Konstantine’s thrusting fingers, driving pleasure deeper, deeper. And finally, Luka reached under her somehow and pushed into her ass with his fingers, soaked in the juices from her wet and aching sex.

Ever’s tongue twined with hers, the sweetness almost more than she could bear. That and the pleasure assaulting her from everywhere. Every orifice. Every angle. She forced herself to keep her eyes open, to watch Luka swallowing Konstantine’s cock, Ever’s hand still torturing Konstantine’s nipple.

Calam was pressing into her side, his hips working, his cock rubbing against her. She needed to feel him inside her. To feel some cock in her body.

Please…

Ever pulled his mouth from hers, laughing, a strangely hollow sound. “Then you shall have it,” he said, his voice deep. Ancient.

Another long, undulating shiver of pure pleasure at his words. Then everything shifted, so quickly she couldn’t keep up. Calam was kneeling between her thighs, his silver gaze boring into hers. He rose over her, slipped one arm around her body and pulled her upright, her breasts pressing against the taut planes of his chest. She swore she could feel his heart beating against hers. Just as erratic. Just as wild. She held on to his broad shoulders, loving the bulge of muscle beneath her hands. Her legs were draped over his thighs, strong and solid beneath her. Ever was behind her, his hands between their bodies. He pumped Calam’s cock a few times, then guided him to her sex. Calam arched, thrusting his cock inside her.

“Ah…”

Pleasure was sharp as a blade, stabbing into her body. And Calam’s gaze on hers still. His mouth was loose, his plush lips red. She tilted her chin and kissed him.

His mouth was sweet with the tea they’d drunk together, which seemed a thousand years ago, as his tongue plunged into her mouth, his cock drove into her body. And behind her was the odd heat and coolness that was ancient vampire skin and muscle. Ever smoothed his hands over her back, her ass. And as Calam fucked her, Ever began to spank her.

One hard slap on her ass, then another. Pain was simply another layer of pleasure. Her hips arched into Calam, wanting to take his cock deeper. Then she surged back into Ever’s touch, needing the pain with her pleasure.

Calam was kissing her harder. Fucking her harder. He pulled back, staring into her eyes. And as she watched, his features went lax with pleasure. He came into her, his cock pulsing. Watching him come was a beautiful thing, arousing, purely erotic. Something in her chest surged.

Calam.

Her body clenched hard around his still-rigid cock. And as Ever increased the tempo of his spanking, she came. Pleasure shafted deep. Pierced her. Until she was calling out, her nails biting into Calam’s shoulders, drawing blood.

She smelled it almost as soon as the vampires did, sharp and metallic. Konstantine was on Calam, tearing him from her grasp, throwing him to the floor on his hands and knees. He kicked Calam’s thighs apart and plowed into him.

Konstantine growled. Calam groaned. And the old vampire began to fuck him. Hard, punishing strokes while Luka knelt before them, stroking his own cock with his hand, his lean hips arching into his fist.

Ever pulled her into his lap, and she felt the length of his cock beneath her.

“Watch, my divine girl. Watch them as you love to do. Watch them while I fuck you now.”

“Yes, please,” she murmured, too spent and somehow so full of raging desire again she could barely speak.

Ever lay back on the bed, laid her over him, so that she reclined on her back against him. She opened her thighs and used her hand to guide his cock between them.

He pushed into her, just the tip, and she caught her breath at the sensation. He was so hard, hard as stone. Harder than anything she’d had inside her body before. It was thrilling in a way she’d never felt before.

He pressed deeper, his cock long and thick, filling her. And all the while she watched Konstantine fucking Calam, the vampire’s face in a grimace of pleasure that was terrible to see. Intoxicating. And Calam’s head bent, offering his body to the hard strokes. Beautiful, still. Purely masculine, even as the old vampire fucked him, as he suffered the fierce thrusts. In front of them Luka’s hand was fisted over his long cock, working himself mercilessly.

Luka was the first to come, crying out, his come spurting between his fingers. In moments Konstantine let out a roar that filled the room, that seemed to shake the floor, and Luka went to him, hanging onto him with both arms wrapped around his body to prevent him from injuring Calam.

Ever began to move then, to really fuck her, his hand coming around to tease her clit, which was begging for release once more.

“Watch,” Ever whispered into her ear. “I know what you want most is to see Calam’s pleasure.”

“Ever…” she gasped.

“No, it’s all right, my beauty, to want him. Watch him come once more.”

Her gaze went back to Calam, who still knelt on the floor, but it was Luka behind him now, the young vampire’s hand around Calam’s cock, which was rigid, the head dark, luscious. Luka stroked him as he had himself, pumping him as Ever pumped his cock into her. She felt the first shivers of her climax, like something poised at the edge of a dark cliff. And as Calam yelled, coming into Luka’s fisted palm, pleasure tore through her body. She felt Ever coming inside her with an impossible, raging heat. Then Ever’s teeth sank into her shoulder. Lights flashed, blinding her, and all went black.

She saw the light piercing through the darkness. Smelled the ocean. Felt the cold air and the heavy mist as the water rose under her, waves crashing down, the world unsteady beneath her. There were men everywhere, tall and muscular—wearing leather, metal—hair long and pale and streaming in the rain as the storm lashed their ship.

Ever’s muscles flexed, and he held tight onto the mast as the ship lurched. His chest tightened as he watched his brothers cast into the water, one by one, as the sea God, Njord, took them all.

Not all of them. Don’t leave me alone.

A roar, the terrible sound of splitting wood, and the ship broke apart. Ever was thrown into the sea.

Cold and cold and cold. He was choking, going under. His lungs burned. He said a silent prayer to the Goddess Eir for mercy. And as the water grew heavier around his body, he opened his eyes, looking for
Fólkvangr
, since he was to die without the honor of battle. Regret, knowing he would never make it to Valhalla. That this was an ignoble death.