Wild Ones (4 page)

Julius clamped
his hand over my mouth.

"Do we need to
gag you?" he leaned over my face and stared down at me. I thought
about that for a second while I tried to bite his hand. He cupped
his hand, evading my teeth, and laughed at me.

Oh Jesus. A hot
tongue was wrapping itself around my clitoris, probing and
pressing. I felt a corresponding tug deep inside my lower belly,
and gasped at my body's traitorous response. Julius heard it and
chuckled.

"You thought we
were just going to tear into you," he said conversationally as
waves of pleasure started darting through my body. "It's always
better if we can get you to orgasm," he continued in the same tone.
"Your body will be a lot more accepting of Atticus then. Plus the
uterus contracts down, stimulating blood flow, and increasing the
odds of conception."

What was this,
some sort of biology lesson?

I groaned
slightly as the waves built, despite my trying desperately to
resist it. I made my body go limp in an effort to stop the mounting
tension, but it made no difference. That incredibly skilled tongue
flicked and licked in a perfect rhythm, and I cried out as the
orgasm hit, washing over me, and making my legs feel as if they
were made of hot lead.

"She's ready.
Need any help, brother?"

I looked up at
Atticus, and he gazed down at my exposed body, his eyes black with
hunger. I saw the hugeness of his cock as it jutted out from
between his legs, and I tried to wriggle away. I suddenly felt
terrified again.

"She's going to
need some distraction," he growled huskily, noting my reaction.

Julius adjusted
his position so he was just to the left of me, and still holding my
wrists above my head with his right hand, he leaned in and started
licking and sucking my nipples, gently at first, but then with
greater urgency. Oh, God. The darts of pleasure started shooting
through me again, and I hardly noticed it when Atticus reared above
me, intense concentration on his face.

Then I felt him
part my wet folds with his fingers, and I tensed up as he started
easing himself inside me. I felt myself stretch and then stretch
some more, and I started to panic, anticipating the pain. I tried
to pull away but his hands were clamped like iron on my hips.

"Relax, baby.
Let him in." Julius murmured as his left hand found my clitoris and
he started massaging it slowly and gently.

"Please, no.
Let me go," I pleaded with them in a half-groan, trying to somehow
remove my body from the vicinity of all those hands.

"We can't. This
has to happen. The more you fight it the more it will hurt. Let him
in." His fingers continued their practised massaging action and I
felt myself loosening, distracted by those waves again. My body
went limp, and Atticus pushed himself inside me, slowly, until
there was nothing in my world apart from what impaled me between my
legs.

There was
agony, and a terrible tightness. I was afraid to move in case
something ripped, or exploded. I held my breath as I tried to fight
the shock of it.

"Breathe, baby"
said Julius from above me, his voice low and soothing. I glanced at
Atticus' face, his eyes were shut tight, a grimace of either pain
or pleasure distorting his features.

"Breathe," said
Julius again. I let my breath out slowly and felt some of the
tension between my legs ease. Atticus must have felt it too,
because he opened his black eyes and looked down at me and his lips
curled in a smile around those fangs.

"Good girl," he
whispered.

Then he started
to move, withdrawing ever so slightly, then pushing back in, slowly
at first, then faster, building up an ever more urgent rhythm. The
pain receded as the movement started stimulating every single nerve
ending in my body, and I felt a terrible wave of ecstasy building,
and suddenly I was desperately afraid that he was going to stop
that awful, wonderful motion. The tension tightened every single
muscle in my body and my breath started coming in short gasps. I
screamed when it broke, riding the ecstasy down, my eyes wild and
unseeing.

Atticus
shuddered then and roared, and I felt his orgasm deep inside me,
the rhythmic surging as his cock contracted over and over. He
collapsed onto me, partially supporting his weight on his
elbows.

I lay there
beneath him, sweating and panting, and trying not to think about my
treacherous body's reaction to the very thorough violation it had
just endured. Atticus lifted the left half of his body slightly,
and looked down at my face, a slow smile spreading across his
features.

"That was
lovely," he told me.

"Get off me," I
glared at him. What was he going to do next, thank me? As if I had
had any choice at all in what had just happened.

"Not yet,
sweetheart."

"Get off!" I
insisted, louder this time, and I tried to wriggle out from under
him. I was not in the least successful - Julius still held my
wrists, and Atticus casually allowed all his weight to press me
down onto the bed. I was going nowhere fast. I struggled some more
anyway, trying to prove a point.

"We should tell
her about the spikes," suggested Julius from above my head. I
froze. What spikes?

Atticus lifted
himself up slightly as he had before, and grinned at me. "There are
spikes along the sides of my penis, sweetheart. They appear after
orgasm and can take up to thirty minutes to flatten out, depending
on the level of stimulation. Your delicious wriggling is not
helping them go down," he said wryly.

"Are you
fucking kidding me? Spikes?" I demanded. Seriously, this was
getting more and more bizarre.

"We kid you
not. If I were to try and pull out of you now, you would be ripped
up inside, and you would haemorrhage quite badly, possibly even
fatally."

"Why do you
think there are so few vampires around?" Julius added. "It's really
difficult for us to breed successfully. For some reason, nature
decided that we would live for centuries and be strong and fast,
then she decided to make our replication something of an Achilles
heel. Otherwise we would have been the dominant race by now."

Yeah,
whatever. Cry me a river.
Spikes
?

I lay dead
still as the minutes passed, and the sweat dried on my skin. Julius
stood up and left the room for a while, and returned with a tall
glass of iced water, which he placed on the bedside table. He had
replaced the towel around his waist, for which I was extremely
grateful. I didn't need a reminder of what remained inside me. I
could feel how it still filled me, thick and heavy. Spikes or no
spikes. I declined the water, not wanting to move even the tiniest
amount it would take to drink it. Atticus continued to gaze down at
me with heavy lidded eyes and a lazy smile. I glared back at him,
and then closed my eyes tight, trying to ignore the whole
situation. Fat chance of that.

"I think I want
to keep this one, Julius," he said casually.

"I can see that
brother. It's been forty minutes already. How are the spikes?"

"Long gone." He
chuckled.

"What!" I was
indignant.

"Relax, love,
I'm coming out now." He lifted himself up onto his powerful arms
and started to withdraw, ever so slowly. Even now it was a
excruciatingly tight fit, and I could feel my swollen tissues
objecting to the movement. I groaned with the new discomfort, and
he stopped immediately, his expression concerned.

"She'll be
fine, Atticus. You need to come out now, because she's going to
swell up even more as her body reacts to the trauma." Julius
encouraged his brother, and I lay there wanting him out but
dreading the withdrawal. Atticus nodded and started easing himself
out again. I closed my eyes tight shut and gritted my teeth.
Eventually he was out and I looked at him as he stood up, his cock
glistening and slick. Jesus. Even at half the size it was way too
big.

I tried to move
but I couldn't. My entire lower body felt numb, and I was afraid of
the pain I knew would rip through me if I tried to get up. I lay
there, battered and defeated, while they looked down at me, Atticus
with remorse in his eyes, Julius with mild concern.

"We hurt her,
Julius."

"But it looks
like she'll recover. You did a good job, Atticus," he added as he
pulled my unresisting legs apart again. "Look, there's a lot of
bruising and swelling, but there's no blood. You know that's a good
sign." He closed his eyes and inhaled though his nose. "Smells
good."

"Tastes even
better," Atticus said, and Julius chuckled.

"I can only
imagine."

I closed my
eyes and tried to pretend they had left. I wanted this madness to
be over. I wanted to be back at work, grinding beans and pouring
coffee and chatting to customers. I might even exchange a word or
two with Norman. I wanted to be at home in my flat, talking crap
with Maddie. I wanted to be visiting my parents, listening to their
crazy theories about anything and everything under the sun. I
wanted to be anywhere else but where I lay now, used and
broken.

I must have
fainted or fallen asleep, because when I opened my eyes, the middle
aged woman was back, along with another younger woman. Muscle Man
was nowhere to be seen, thank God. I lay in the same position, my
legs sprawled, feeling too heavy to move, while they both fussed
with a trolley they'd brought in with them.

"Oh you poor
thing!" the younger woman exclaimed, sympathy in her eyes. I felt
tears filling my eyes as the sympathy did what it always does for
me - made me feel even more sorry for myself.

"She'll be
fine," the older woman spoke reassuringly as she lay an icy cold
wet towel on the brutalised flesh between my legs. I winced at the
contact, and made as if to move away.

"Lie still,
honey. This will make it feel better. I brought you some
painkillers too. I see the boys left you some water. Drink these."
She lifted my head, one arm supporting my shoulders, and place two
plain white tablets in my open mouth, and held the glass for me as
I drank the water. It was cool and delicious, so I drank it
all.

"Good girl.
We're going to get you cleaned up and comfortable so you can have a
nice long sleep, and then tomorrow you can have a shower. Stephanie
here will change the sheets while I sponge you down."

I suddenly was
very aware of how soaked the sheet was under my butt and legs.

"I think I wet
myself," I whispered apologetically, coming to the obvious
conclusion.

"I don't think
you did, honey. Vampires ejaculate a lot of semen, up to a pint
sometimes, so that's probably what's soaked the sheets."

"Vampires?"

"What do you
think?" she looked me straight in the eye.

Honestly, I
didn't know what to think. Those two - vampires?

"I don't know
what to think," I told her, deciding in favour of honesty.

"Take it from
me, honey, they're vampires. You'll see." I didn't know what to
make of that remark, so I said nothing. I'd already seen plenty,
and wasn't at all keen on seeing any more.

"I'm Annie, by
the way, and I work for the boys. That's Steph, my daughter. She
helps out around the place."

"I'm Milla," I
told her automatically. "Everyone calls me Millie."

"Well Millie,
I'm going to sponge you down now, and towel you dry. Let me know if
it hurts anywhere."

"Seriously?" I
looked at her as if she were mad.

"Apart from the
obvious," she said dryly. "Andronicus will come by and see you a
bit later, make sure there's no internal damage or bleeding. He's
our doctor, an he's very, very good. He's already saved the lives
of at least four women when the boys were learning how to do this
without killing the girl. They've come a long way."

I was
speechless. Great. Vampires. Brutal serial rapists. And she calls
them
the boys
. Jesus. Annie
must have sensed my antipathy, because she said nothing more, just
wiped my skin down and dried me. I tried to move to help her, but
flinched with the pain the effort caused, so she scolded me gently
and told me to just lie still and let her do it all. I was only too
happy to oblige. Steph changed the sheets efficiently, tucking the
new edges under me and then rolling me slightly to pull them
through. Within a short time I was curled up on my side with clean
bedding tucked in around me and a pillow between my knees. If it
weren't for the excruciating throbbing between my legs, I would
have been very comfortable.

"Rest now,"
Annie said. "The doctor will be here soon, and if he's happy you
can have something to eat."

The painkillers
helped after a while. I must have dozed off again, because the next
thing I remember is a tall strong looking man gently shaking me
awake, and Annie there helping to roll me onto my back. I remember
looking into the man's face and thinking that he looked too young
to be a doctor. He placed his hand on my belly and pressed softly,
then slightly harder, occasionally releasing the pressure. I felt
my eyes closing again as he continued his examination, and I didn't
even think to object when he opened my legs and I felt a gloved
finger gently sliding inside me. He was done within a few minutes.
I heard murmuring, and felt a cool hand on my forehead, and then I
was rolled onto my other side where I fell asleep almost
instantly.

I woke up
desperately needing to pee. Steph was sitting in an armchair next
to the bed, reading a vampire romance, of all things. I could have
made a sarcastic remark about that, but I knew she had seen the
state I was in yesterday, so I let it slide. She squealed with
delight when she saw that I was awake, and ran to the door to call
her mother. Annie came in, carrying a couple of thick fluffy
towels, and a terrycloth bathrobe.