The Turning Kiss (7 page)

“Yes.” She nodded. “I can feel it, when I’m with them. I can sense the pain they’ve been through. The emotion they keep buried so deeply. Yet it’s still there, beneath the surface.”

“One of the reasons we want you is because you understand these things.”

“And Calam?” Her heart thundered. She had to ask.

“A decision has not been made yet. But I believe it would be best that we not take you without him.”

“Oh…” Her chest went warm and tight, her breath coming out on a long sigh.

“But we would want him, anyway,” Luka told her. “He is perfect for us. Strong. Willing. With an appetite and a stamina that nearly matches our own. And he also understands pain. And love.”

“I think he does,” she agreed. “I think he’s one of those rare beings who has been through unimaginable hardship, yet retains this ability to be open to…everything.”

“Yes, that is exactly it. And it will appeal to Konstantine. You both have this ability, although yours is very recently discovered, I think, yes?”

She smiled shakily. “Yes.”

“But you do not have to decide now. Will you stay here with us for a time?”

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” she answered with total honesty. She needed some time to figure it all out. Luka and Konstantine. Calam.

Calam…

Luka lifted her hand, turned it face up, and kissed her palm. Pleasure sifted through her, a warm, easy flutter. “Excellent. Come to bed with me. There are too many things we have left undone. I want to feel your flesh warm under my hands. To spank you. Perhaps to whip you.”

She shivered.

Yes…

Luka smiled at her, held out his hand. She rose to meet him.

He stood with her beside the bed, swept the robe from her shoulders and eased her down with his hand. He stripped his clothes off, leaving him naked, dazzling. His body was all perfectly carved muscle. His cock was a long and graceful shaft of rigid flesh. Beautiful. He knelt on the bed, moved to reach past her, touching Calam’s face.

“Wake up, Calam.”

She turned to see Calam’s eyes flutter open, that shining silver brilliant beneath his long auburn lashes. He smiled, sat up, ran a hand over his short crop of dark red curls.

“I want you to hold our magnificent ice queen,” Luka said to him. “Hold her while I spank her.”

She saw Calam’s pleased grin. He sat up, opened his arms to her, and between them Luka and Calam placed her over Calam’s lap. He was hard already, his erection pressing into her belly. She breathed him in, that lovely scent of male and soap. Her come and his. And as Luka leaned over her, she inhaled that pure scent of granite or marble, the scent the vampires wore. She felt the impossibly silken texture of Luka’s hair as his long braid fell over his shoulder and onto her back. Felt as much as she heard him lean in to place a kiss on Calam’s lips.

She was squirming with need, waiting. For one of them to really touch her.

Luka.

Calam.

Calam
.

As if he could read her as easily as the vampires did, one of his hands slipped under her to caress her breast, kneading the flesh, his fingers moving over the fullness, then to the taut nipple. At the same time Luka’s hand smoothed over her lower back, her buttocks.

She sighed.

“Ah, you love the spanking,” Luka said. “To feel our hands on your flesh.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“You find it difficult to wait. You are so much less the ice princess now, Ilana. We love that about you. That the sex itself melts you. That you submit so beautifully. Yet you are still regal in some way. Do you not find her so, Calam?”

“Yes,” he said, his voice thick with desire. As thick as his swollen cock. “Beautiful and elegant, always.”

“Even as she is being spanked,” Luka said. He brought his hand down in a hard slap across her ass.

“Oh!”

“Absolutely,” Calam agreed, humor and need in his voice.

Another slap, but this time she knew it was leather. A small flogger, perhaps. Lust rose, spiraled, soaking her sex.

“Are you wet for us, beauty?” Luka asked. “Tell me, Calam. Do you find her wet with need?”

Calam slid a hand under her hip, his fingers slipping in her juices. She moaned.

“Ah, she’s wet and ready, Luka. Her pussy is like silk.”

“Keep your hand on her while I whip her. While we watch her beautiful ass turn pink.”

“Gladly,” Calam answered.

Luka began the flogging then, a series of hard smacks on her ass with the strands of leather. And Calam kept his hand between her thighs, his fingers rubbing at her slit, at her swollen clitoris. Soon she was completely out of her head. With pleasure. With endorphins, as she slipped deeper and deeper into subspace, that misty place her mind went to when she submitted. It was a relief, as always, to give up all control. And the pleasure was exquisite.

The flogging went on, punctuated by Luka stroking her hot, sore skin with his palm, creating a wonderful contrast. Calam’s cock grew even harder against the soft flesh of her stomach. She spread her thighs without even thinking about it, wanting…everything. To be fucked. Spanked. Caressed.

“Ah, she is wanton,” Luka said, pausing to pinch the inside of her thigh.

She gasped. He laughed. But there was nothing mean in it. He was simply pleased with her response.

“I love that about her,” Calam said quietly. There was still desire in his tone. But something else… It was too hard to think. She was overcome with sensation. “I love her response to every small touch. To what you’re saying.”

“Oh yes, she loves even that. To hear the words spoken.”

“So do I,” Calam said.

Another small chuckle from Luka. Then, “I want to fuck her. So do you.”

“Gods, yes!”

“Bring her up on your lap then, so she is straddling you.”

Calam shifted her until she was on her knees on either side of his strong thighs. He smiled, his features lighting up, his cheek dimpling, as she held on to his broad shoulders. That dimple softened his masculine features—his square jaw, his high cheekbones. The only other softness in his face was the lush mouth, framed by the wicked-looking goatee. His mouth seemed impossibly sexual to her. She wanted him to kiss her. But it was something more than desire. She didn’t understand it, her own need for this man.

Calam’s hands were on her waist, pulling her closer, lifting her, then lowering her onto his hard cock.

“Ah…that’s good. So good,” she muttered, barely able to speak.

Even better that Calam kept his gaze steady on hers as he began to pump his hips. Pleasure shafted deep, deeper even than his thick cock. Invading her body. Her mind.

Her heart.

Luka was kneeling behind her. He reached around to press his fingers against her lips, and she sucked them in, knowing what was coming. She was shivering with desire even before he pulled his fingers away, used them to slick her anus. He arched his hips, holding her buttocks apart with his hands, and pressed the tip of his cock into her ass.

“Ah, Luka…yes…”

“You feel so good inside,” Luka murmured. “I can feel Calam’s cock inside you, beauty. It’s almost like fucking you both at once. But we are both fucking
you
.”

He thrust, his cock hurting a little as he drove past the tight ring of muscle.

“Oh!”

Calam surged into her as well, his cock slipping into her pussy. They both moved, slowly at first, then faster as her body went loose all over. Sensation was liquid, hot, burning her up. Her pussy. Her ass. And Calam’s gaze on hers, going darker by the second. Like some sort of aphrodisiac, just the expression of pleasure in his eyes.

“Calam,” Luka said, and she felt him draw Calam’s arms around her body. “Inside me, now.”

She felt another shift as Calam stretched his arm, heard the vampire’s sharp sigh.

“Ah, your ass is so tight,” Calam said to Luka.

“Fuck me with your fingers,” Luka demanded.

It was too much for her—knowing what Calam was doing to Luka. What they were both doing to her, as their hips drove into her. That sense of connection between all three of them. Fucking each other. And her hips were arching, taking Calam into her pussy, surging back to take Luka into her ass. She was fucking them as much as they were fucking her.

Pleasure crested, peaked. And she came with a cry. As she did, she was aware of Luka leaning in next to her, sinking his fangs into Calam’s arm, at that tender point in the crook of his elbow. She felt Calam coming in hard, clenching thrusts inside her. Felt Luka’s hot come in her ass. They all cried out together. Fell together. And as Luka released Calam’s arm and bit into the back of her neck, they all fell as one into darkness.

Chapter Five

Konstantine and Luka had kept Ilana and Calam with them at the club, housed in the luxurious rooms, for days. Calam hadn’t returned to his own rooms even once. The vampire pair hadn’t even taken them downstairs to the bar or up to the dungeons, instead keeping them secreted away, which he understood was part of their evaluation of them. To possibly be offered the Turning Kiss. To become one of them. Immortal. Bonded to them.

He’d lost count. Of the days. Of the number of times their beautiful vampires had drunk from them. Fucked them. How they had all fucked each other in endless combinations of pure sensual pleasure.

Ever had joined them several times. Always mysterious in his astonishing ancient, preternatural grace. Calam knew that Ilana felt more comfortable with Ever after having seen something of his past. They’d talked about it on the days when the vampires left them alone together. But Ever never spoke of it himself, or much of anything else. He came to them, and after everyone’s appetites had been sated, he left. Calam understood Ever chose to keep a certain distance from most—human and vampire. He was close only with some of the elder vampires, like Konstantine and Aleron, whom Calam knew, had played with in the dungeons, and who now was bonded with the ravishing and elegant Meeraj.

Meanwhile, the days and nights had passed in a blur. The sex was incredible. And even the hard Konstantine was beginning to soften a little. Although Calam thought he might never soften too much. It wasn’t in the old vampire to do so. But he didn’t mind. He loved that illusive mystery about him. The hardness. It fascinated him, the aloofness of the older vampires. It made them more attractive somehow. Although he found Luka to be incredibly alluring as well, but in a different way.

Something about being with them for such a long period of time was changing him. Perhaps the idea of being offered immortality. The way it was truly hitting home, that it may actually happen, was making him re-evaluate everything. Who he was. What he wanted.

Ilana…

During the time they’d been with Luka and Konstantine at the club, Ilana had changed as well. She was opening up, in every way. To the vampires. To him. His feelings for her grew daily. He understood the danger in that. That he could end up rejected by the vampire pair. Rejected by her, which seemed an even more brutal possibility. Alone once more. But there was nothing he could do about it.

He adored them both, the vampires. Had grown closer to them. Especially to Luka, who was sweet even as he was frighteningly beautiful.

But he loved Ilana.

He was
in love
with the woman. He’d come to realize it days ago. When it had happened, exactly, didn’t seem to matter. It was true.

He’d never intended it. It had always been in his mind that it was a vampire he would fall in love with, and he had certainly loved several. Or adored them, anyway. He adored Luka and Konstantine, had developed more of a relationship with them than any of the other vampires he’d been with, even Aleron. They had developed an odd sort of friendship, in addition to the sex. But he’d never been
in love
before. He still desired the vampires. That would never change. They were too stunning. Too flawlessly sensual. But now all he could think of, all he truly craved from one moment to the next, was Ilana.

She was bathing in the next room. He could imagine her in the warm water, her skin glistening. He could go to her, see her, be with her. She would welcome him, as always. Into her arms. Her lovely body.

He’d needed some time to think, which was why he’d stayed in the room, sitting on the settee, watching the sky outside fade from the pale gray light of day to the darker shades of a starless night. The remains of their dinner was on the silver tray brought to them by one of the serving girls. He picked up his glass of fortified wine and drank.

They’d want them this evening, their vampires, which was why they’d sent the wine infused with strengthening herbs. He was excited by the idea, as always. But he knew it was only as exciting as Ilana’s presence could make it.

Ilana…

He couldn’t wait for their evening to begin. Hell, he couldn’t wait, period.

He dropped his black silk robe as he moved across the sleek marble floors to the bathroom. He pushed the door open, the steam rolling out to greet him even before he stepped inside.

“Calam…”

She smiled, sounded pleased to see him. He grinned back at her.

She made him happy. Simply hearing her voice. Seeing her glorious smile. And her body, naked beneath the water, her full breasts rising to break the surface, her nipples going hard as he gazed at her. She looked like some glamorous image of Marie Antoinette in the big tub, with its high, arching sides at either end, her impossible beauty. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips cherry pink. Her nipples were the same color. Sweet. Irresistible.

She was irresistible.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he said, moving closer. He was growing harder with each moment.

“Never,” she answered, dropping the sponge and holding out a hand to him.

He went to her, took her hand, kissing it before he climbed into the enormous white porcelain tub. He sat across from her, letting the heat envelop him. Took in the vision that was Ilana, with her blonde hair bundled on top of her head, exposing her graceful neck.

She stretched her legs, one pointed toe drawing a line down his chest. Her smile grew lazy, sensual, her lashes lowering as she moved her foot down, until it caressed his aching cock beneath the water.