Authors: Joey W. Hill
Vampire Trinity (66 page)
It was indescribable. They were letting him into their minds, so Gideon could see and feel how synchronized they were, mind to mind, two Dominants controlling his movements with tormenting pleasure. As he sank into Anwyn, her body arching up to his, Daegan moved with him, until they were fitted together, the three of them, Gideon high and tight inside her as Daegan was inside of him.
Utter, perfect bliss. Anwyn met Gideon’s gaze and then his mouth with her own, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, her hands caressing Daegan behind him as well. Her legs rose to encompass them both, heels resting on Daegan’s bare hips. Gideon was held between them, his arms bound, directed by Daegan’s movements, more physically helpless than he’d ever been in his life because he was emotionally helpless at the same time, rolling on the ocean they’d created with no direction to go but where they took him.
Daegan withdrew partway, then slid back in, increasing that burning pleasure at once. He took Gideon with him then, pulling him back, pushing him into Anwyn as she made wet sounds of need with every thrust. Gideon thought he was going to die from it. Her cunt sucking on him, caressing him with every stroke. Daegan’s cock rubbing those dense nerves inside, hitting them with perfect accuracy.
The male set his teeth to his neck once again. Gideon knew he was about to mark him, but for the first time the tension that spread through him was all anticipation, something he wanted, maybe needed. It was crazy, but he was past questioning it.
Having Daegan in his mind, along with Anwyn, was yet another way he’d thrown off the lines and taken himself out into the sea of their own making, absorbing every thought and command, whispered emotion and physical response.
Beg him to mark you, Gideon. Give us the gift of your need.
He didn’t allow himself to think, merely let the thoughts flow out from a part of him he didn’t even know he had, an infant emotional trust that he knew she would bring to full maturity, with Daegan guarding his back.
Please. Finish it. Bring us together . . . Master.
Maybe he’d be embarrassed as hell to say it aloud, but right now Gideon felt it with everything he was. Anwyn met his mouth in a kiss. As Gideon groaned into her mouth, Daegan bit down.
Though he couldn’t see it, he knew it was an ethereal blue serum, like a piece of sky melting and flowing through the veins with the power of fire. Unlike the acid of the rushed third mark he’d received from Anwyn, something he knew she regretted for the pain but he no longer did, it roared through him with fiery, erotic pleasure. As it built with the orgasm, he couldn’t wait for the permission their minds were demanding of him. He tried, but oh, fuck . . . he couldn’t stop.
He bucked in their embrace, his mind tumbling between theirs. It felt like he had dropped deep into each of their souls. Then Daegan was pulling his head back, letting him smell the nick the vampire had made at his own throat. Gideon put his mouth to that heated skin and took his first draught of Daegan’s blood, willingly locking the manacle of the third mark firmly around his soul. Binding himself to them both.
You can come for us, Gideon. Give us all of yourself.
He didn’t know who uttered the command, or if it mattered. He released with no choice otherwise, convulsing between them, his movements spurring theirs so he had the roaring pleasure of feeling Anwyn’s cunt clamp down on his pulsing cock, her own orgasm rippling over him. They cried out together, holding on against the impact, bucking and savage, as the power of it stole away all sense of time or surroundings, except for the steadying power of the male vampire holding on to them both. Daegan kept up with their movement, called out in primal encouragement at their release. Then, on the receding tide of their response, the straining shudder of his body warned he could hold out no longer. Anwyn dug her heels into his hips and Gideon clamped down on him, bringing Daegan his release. The vampire let go with a deep-throated groan that pushed them up and over an even higher edge of climax.
It was a perfect joining, a perfect release. A perfect homecoming. A perfect trinity.
24
“
S
o if I’m the exclusive entrée for both of you, should I have a permanent stash of cookies and juice standing by?”
S
o if I’m the exclusive entrée for both of you, should I have a permanent stash of cookies and juice standing by?”
Gideon turned his head into Anwyn’s hand, for she was idly stroking his hair. They had the gas logs going, the only light in the living room. She lay on the couch, temporarily sated, her lush body draped again in one of those silky robes she liked. Her small feet were folded together between Daegan’s splayed legs. The vampire wore a pair of jeans, carelessly undone at the waist as he sat propped against the other end of the sofa. One leg was bent and leaning against the sofa back, behind Anwyn’s legs and hip, the other long leg braced on the floor, his bare foot next to Gideon’s flank.
For his part, Gideon sat on the floor next to the large sofa, one arm loosely corralling his own bent legs. He was trying to decide if the soft throw rug felt good or odd on his uncharacteristically bare ass.
Daegan swirled the last bit of his wine in his glass, giving him a direct look. “You want me to feed from you?”
“Well . . .” Gideon shrugged, looked toward the wall. “I guess that’s part of the marking deal, right?”
Having two vampires in his mind could be a pain in the ass. Having two vampires who wouldn’t let him get away with any dissembling, any avoidance of his own desires . . . It sucked, but then again, it didn’t. Like the ass on the carpet, it was . . . good and odd at once.
“Mmm.” Daegan’s long fingers overlaid Anwyn’s as he leaned forward, snagging Gideon’s attention. “You want me to feed from you, vampire hunter? You want my mouth on no other human? Do not look away from me.”
“Thought you guys didn’t like humans looking you in the eye. Part of the whole subservient thing.”
Daegan’s brow arched, his touch descending to Gideon’s jaw. It was so different, to be touched by them both at the same time, the female and male fingers caressing him in different ways, Anwyn’s stroke through his hair a seductive pull, Daegan’s stronger, even more demanding tug.
“Except when a servant is doing it to avoid his own feelings.”
“Jesus. Here I thought you were a badass, and you’re one of those sensitive types who likes to yammer about feelings. What a turnoff.”
Anwyn’s chuckle didn’t change the set of Daegan’s expression at all. He held Gideon’s gaze, his lips unsmiling.
“Yeah,” Gideon said. “Yeah, damn it. Don’t really want you using anyone else other than me. It would piss me off. Happy now?”
“Ecstatic.” Daegan let Anwyn take over the stroking again and leaned back, releasing Gideon from that way too intuitive stare.
It was like opening a floodgate, though. Gideon wondered if he could get them to gag him before he humiliated himself further, but he had to say this part. And there was no gag for his mind, after all. “I should have fed you then, that night in Xavier’s. I wanted to.”
His gaze shifted to Anwyn. Sometimes it was easier to meet her gaze. “If you hadn’t been so pissed off, you might have seen from my mind that I did. It freaked me out that I wanted it. Which was why I acted like I didn’t.”
“I was a little too busy worrying about our lives to plunder your mind,” she said dryly, but her eyes softened and she brushed his cheek.
“But she wasn’t too busy to get pissed off about it,” Gideon offered to Daegan. The vampire grinned but gave Gideon a mental heads-up so that he dodged before Anwyn could smack him with the pillow she’d pulled out from beneath her. Since it would have hit him with the force of a basketball, he gave Daegan points for male solidarity. As it was, the pillow took out a lamp behind him. Gideon was on his feet and caught it with a swiftness that took him by surprise. “Wow.”
“A side benefit of a third mark from an older, stronger vampire,” Daegan noted. “As Anwyn increases in strength and speed, it will enhance you further.”
“Enhance me further, hmm? I’m not sure if she can handle anything more enhanced than what I’ve already got here.”
Anwyn rolled her eyes as Daegan snorted. “It can only stand improvement. It was good I was there to satisfy her, this latest time.”
“Hey, if I pitch strikeouts the first seven innings, I can afford to let you finish out the last two.”
Anwyn saw the flash in Daegan’s eyes, the way his lips pressed together against a smile. The past twenty-four hours had belonged entirely to the three of them, and she’d loved every minute of it, hope growing inside her with every touch, every whisper of a smile, every sensual laugh, every quiet moment where they simply absorbed the bond they’d accepted. Every passionate moment that had taken them over that edge again.
Gideon would never be easy. Daegan would always be impossibly arrogant. She might always deal with shadows in her head. But together, she was less afraid of any of it. And she believed that bond would last. She and Daegan had kept their minds mostly open for these blessed hours, an unspoken agreement to give Gideon temporary access in the more intense moments they’d shared, to reassure him. To help him believe what was still so new and doubtful to him.
“Gideon, did you know that Daegan was willing to abandon us, let me have you all to myself ?” She slanted Daegan a playful glance, recalling their far more somber conversation of weeks before. “He said if you were able to fulfill all my needs, he didn’t want to be in the way.”
“Oh, hell, no. You’re not getting out of this that easily. Jesus, her mood swings make PMS in a normal woman look like a picnic with a dozen naked Hooters girls.”
Gideon tried to duck her swat, but she put enough speed on it to tumble him, which he managed lithely and in a very distracting flex of bare muscles. “See what I mean?”
“I’m sure I only said such a thing to appear charming and sensitive.” Daegan shrugged. “You could never possibly meet all her needs.”
As they continued bantering back and forth, she could tell a wrestling match was pending. There’d already been two so far, like lions tussling. She was going to have to set down a firm rule that roughhousing was only for the weapons room or playrooms. She had too many breakables in here, and eventually their reflexes or hers wouldn’t be quick enough. But for now, she indulged them. “We never answered his juice and cookies question,” she broke in, bringing their attention back to her. “We’ll usually stagger our feedings on you, Gideon. If we took from you at the same time, it might temporarily weaken you.”
“But it might happen occasionally,” Daegan said, a deceptively languid look in his dark eyes.
In fact, they’d already done it once in the past few hours. The memory brought a pleasurable flush to her body. However, it reminded her of something else.
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten,” she mentioned, curling her fingers in a loose strand of Gideon’s hair, tugging to cause a bite of pain. He gave her an arch look, but she wasn’t fooled by the guileless eyes. For one thing, she suspected Gideon had never had a guileless day in his life. For another, he was so well tapped into her mind, she saw the combination of trepidation and reluctant fascination as he realized what she was referencing.
“There were three requirements. One was that you would submit to Daegan taking you to bed, without me there. I’m too greedy right now to let you out of my sight, but I won’t be forever.”
Gideon pressed those firm lips together, moistening them, telling her he was keenly aware of Daegan’s predatory gaze, resting on him with lazy pleasure, like a tiger contemplating his dinner. And that contemplation was arousing the male vampire anew.
She could tell it made Gideon’s cock respond as well, such that he gave them both an exasperated look. “I’m going to the kitchen,” he grumbled. “Anybody want anything?”
“Gideon.” That one word arrested him on his heels before he could straighten. If that hadn’t reassured her how he felt about her third requirement, his next act did. Her servant met her gaze, covered her hand and lifted it to his mouth, nuzzling her with a heated, moist seduction of tongue and lips. Then he glanced at them both. “I’m yours, however you want me,” he said quietly. “Whenever you want me.”
Then he cleared his throat and got to his feet, giving Daegan his typically cocky look. “I don’t plan to go down easy though, so you better come at me with your A-game.”
“Count on it.” That predator’s look became hot and dangerous, enough to raise her blood temperature. She wondered that she’d be able to stay away from watching such a match of wills.
Gideon gave him a quick, feral grin, then glanced back at Anwyn. “What do you want from the kitchen, Mistress?”
You.
But she
was
thirsty. “Some more wine would be good,” Anwyn noted, and Daegan nodded.
But she
was
thirsty. “Some more wine would be good,” Anwyn noted, and Daegan nodded.
Gideon could feel their gazes following him as he moved across the room, naked as Anwyn had demanded. While he wanted to protest their unrelenting sex drive, his cock wasn’t any better behaved. It was already getting hard at that reminder of them both taking blood from him. Daegan had pierced his femoral, holding his legs spread open to his will as Anwyn straddled Gideon’s face, making him lick at her cunt while she suckled from his wrist. As Daegan drew blood from his thigh, he’d worked Gideon’s cock, slid a finger inside him, making it near impossible for Gideon not to come before he serviced his Mistress. But he’d done it, damn it all. Then sprayed like a fountain, amazed and humbled when Anwyn bent lithely, her wet pussy over his face, and took all of him in, swallowing him down. Daegan had drawn back, but only to lean over her, press his lips to the fragile curve of her spine. He’d left a faint imprint of his mouth there, outlined by Gideon’s blood.
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