“This evening, when she awakens,” Collosa told Eunice. “You and Fabio will double-team her, but she’ll feed from you.”
“Do I get a say in this?” Kelsey asked from between them.
“No,” Eunice told her. “You can express your preference, should you have one, and your reason for the preference, so long as it doesn’t come off as arguing, but I think the decision will have to be up to us. You’re feeding from us, after all. Making demands about who you feed from doesn’t sit right with me.”
“Nor me,” Collosa agreed, “but I’m interested in hearing your preference. Who do you want to feed from in the morning?”
She closed her eyes. “Eunice. I was just...” She sighed. “Marco has a say. So does Etta, unless Marco gives an order. I’m not powerful, so I don’t. I get it. Thanks for reminding me.”
“Anytime,” Eunice said with a smile.
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Eunice spent the day before Thanksgiving making plans to create a media room downstairs. If Kelsey was going to continue to rise around three or four, and it seemed she was, at least in the winter, she’d need more space downstairs. When she’d awakened less than an hour before the sun went down, her little suite had been enough.
He didn’t want to replicate the den, though he figured that’s actually what he was doing. He wanted sofas with reclining seats, the same as they had upstairs. He also wanted gaming chairs since Kelsey preferred those while playing games. Oh, and two setups for drivers. They only had one upstairs, and they’d all talked about the need for another, but no one had done it yet. Also, one of every console. Perhaps they could alternate new versus old — keep the current versions upstairs, and put the new versions that’d just come out downstairs. Next time around, the new would go in the den.
And he made plans for a high-end gaming system with a Bluetooth keyboard and mouse, so the user could be anywhere in the room to use it on the one hundred plus inch LCD television he planned to put in.
At first, he’d considered doing this for her Christmas present, but he’d decided against that. With any luck, he could have this done in the next couple of days. Not really a homecoming gift, since it wasn’t here when she came home, but close.
He felt Kelsey come back to life, and his heart gave a little double-beat before it settled. He felt more peaceful when he could sense her. Feel her. He didn’t know how to explain it.
Fabio looked over at him when he closed his laptop. “She up?”
“Yeah. It’s not even two.”
“Just ten minutes shy. She said she went up a level.”
“This is more than a level. It’s nearly four hours before sunset. She was waking less than an hour before sunset when she came to us.”
Fabio sat back in his chair. “Why do you sound upset? More power is good.”
Eunice moved his laptop to the huge square fabric-covered thing they were using as a coffee table, and plugged it in so it would charge. “More power is good, yes, but gaining it this fast isn’t normal. Anything not normal puts her at risk. Even gaining power too quickly. You know it as well as me.”
“It can. If Marco sees her as a threat, certainly. Do you think he does?”
“I don’t know what he thinks. That’s part of the problem.”
“We’ll see him tomorrow. Thanksgiving. Maybe we can ask him for ten minutes in private.”
“I don’t know if we’ll see him. He’ll be underground. From what I understand, the festivities are happening aboveground.”
“I don’t know. We’ll be there though, so if we want to talk to him, we should ask for a short audience.”
“Audience. Do you hear yourself? He’s going to be the Master Vampire in the next couple of weeks. We can’t just demand to talk to him, and asking like that, once we’re there as guests, could be seen as a demand.”
“No one knows for sure when Kendra will transfer power,” Fabio said, careful with his words. “It’s a security thing. Why do you think it will happen in the next couple of weeks?”
Now it was Eunice’s turn to sit back in his chair. How did he know? Because somehow, he knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Kendra would be gone by Christmas.
“I don’t know how I know. I just do.”
“It might be best to keep that to yourself.”
He didn’t answer, because he agreed. He stood and walked downstairs, and Fabio followed. Collosa had gone to the office for the day. Those without kids tried to stand in for those with kids on the days school was out. Security still has to happen, so not everyone with kids got the day off, but as many as they could manage were home with their families.
“Hypothetically speaking,” Eunice told Kelsey when he walked in, “if I was ordered to get information out of people, and those orders included instructions to put as few marks on them as possible, it would mean I’d need to get into the head of those men — without vampire tricks.”
She was seated in a huge cream-colored upholstered chair, with sides that came up nearly as tall as the back, and a gigantic matching footstool in front of her. Her bare feet were on the stool, and she wore sexy, lacy, silky red lingerie that highlighted every fucking curve and was the same color as her fingernails and toenails, but he ignored what that did to his dick and kept talking when she looked up from her phone.
“Needles between toes,” he said, his gaze meeting hers to make sure she saw inside him while he told her these things. “And into the various bundles of nerves around the body where they’ll cause debilitating pain. Hours and hours bound to a chair in a white room full of white light with the eyes taped open, or braced open with metal pieces designed to do just that. If they haven’t broken after thirty hours, we add the baby shark song, played softly and then loudly, up and down enough to keep it new and irritating. No food, and barely enough water to keep systems from shutting down.”
“Okay. Information is power. Information can keep people you care about alive.”
He shook his head. She wasn’t going to excuse him for this. “Sometimes, it’s about talking to them, bringing up subjects and watching their reactions, until you know their deepest fears. And then, you torture them with their deepest fears.”
She crossed her arms and glared at him. “Go ahead. Spill what you need to. I won’t think less of you.”
He’d worked on a man this time, but he’d done it to women before. He used the example of a woman because he wanted to bring it home more. He wanted Kelsey to feel it, to make sure she understood what he was capable of. Why hadn’t she gone into his head to look when he’d offered?
“Thirty-six hours into the white room, white light, eyeballs taped open longer than they’re allowed to close. While they’re taped open, cockroaches are put on her. Feet first. Legs. Arms. Face. Genitals — and those lips pulled apart so one can be placed directly on her clit. One held over her eyes, so the feet scratch the white part. The threat issued that her tongue can be held out of her mouth with pliers, and a bet placed as to how many cockroaches might fit on her tongue at once. Still, she doesn’t break — not until the cockroach is actually on her tongue, little feet scratching at it, trying to move off, but it can’t.”
She never once lost eye contact. Never looked away. “If I’d gone into your head, I’d have seen your thoughts, but I don’t have to do that to know you didn’t enjoy doing this. It was a job, and it was necessary to keep our side safe, and make sure their side doesn’t have plans to hurt innocent people. I know you enjoy caning me, and I have a feeling you’re going to enjoy hurting me during sex in completely different ways. More.” She stood and walked to him. “You hated doing it to her, but you’re good at your job, so you did it. Don’t even try to compare that to what we have between us, Eunice. You won’t hate getting to know me so you’ll know how to pleasure me and hurt me in all the best ways. It isn’t the same. Don’t cheapen it by trying to make it so.”
“Etta assures us you aren’t likely to need a spotter, but she wants someone to be at least ten feet away befo
re you drink lust from one of us directly,” Fabio said from behind them.
Kelsey’s gaze moved so she looked at Fabio, and it felt as if a weight had been removed from Eunice’s chest.
“She’s right on both counts,” Kelsey told Fabio. “I drank from enough humans and shapeshifters directly that I know I’ll stop before I take too much. Still, I’ll feel better with someone watching, at least for a little while longer.”
“I’m usually good letting Eunice run things when we share, but today, I think I’d like to, at least to start.”
Eunice turned to Fabio, met his gaze, and nodded. “Yeah. That works for me. To start, anyway.”
Because Eunice been about to order her to stand and bend over the back of the chair she was sitting in, but then he wasn’t sure what he’d want to do next. Usually, he’d probably spank and finger and maybe insert a butt plug, but he wanted to touch her. Feel her. Hold her.
He didn’t know how to start out that way.
Fabio walked to the side of the chair, leaned in, put an arm behind her and an arm under her knees, lifted her, and turned to Eunice. “Why don’t you put the bed down? Maybe ditch the clothes.”
Eunice couldn’t remember Fabio ever telling him what to do with a woman. Fabio took charge during ops when he was the best person to do so, and that was never a problem, but Eunice usually owned the women they played with. Eunice was almost always in charge during sex.
It didn’t bother him, though. He pulled the bed down, folded the blankets back, and tossed his shirt on the sofa. His jeans and underwear came off just before Fabio settled their girl onto the bed, and Eunice leaned in and cupped her pussy. “Do you want to be mine?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You know what that means?”
“I don’t think either of us fully know what it means yet, but I’m on board with finding out if you are.”
And that, Eunice thought, was probably more truth than he’d been prepared to hear. His eyes closed because he wasn’t sure he could hold her gaze, and then he forced them open. “Missed you. Want you.”
And then he was in bed with her. Lips. Fingers. Arms. Legs. Fabio held her still while Eunice loved her. The other man tweaked her nipples while Eunice pleasured her cunt with his mouth — something else he rarely did for the women in his life. It was a special treat for them, when they’d done something exceptional in training, and they were always restrained when he did so, but he loved the fact Kelsey could run her hands through his hair while he licked and nibbled.
He sat up and looked down at her. It was time for her to bite him, and he needed to consider how he wanted her, for their first time.
“We need the triangle,” he told Fabio. “I want to lean back on it, be inside her cunt while you’re behind her, in her ass, when she drinks from me.”
Fabio took the time to stretch her tight little ass with his fingers, once he’d helped her sheath Eunice’s dick in her pussy.
Part of him wanted to tell the damned mongoose to stop calling it a cunt, but he kept his mouth shut about it. Eunice had come farther than he’d ever dared hope — admitting he was falling in love with her, and allowing her to drink from him. He’d never in a million years thought his friend would volunteer to be sustenance for a vampire.
And Eunice nearly always called a pussy a cunt. He probably didn’t think anything of it. It didn’t seem to bother Kelsey, so Fabio needed to let it go.
Fabio went from two fingers to three, and scented their girl going from pleasure to pain. “That’s it, Cupcake. Feel the stretch. It’s going to get worse. You’ll take all of me before you can bite into the neck you’re smelling. Breathe him in. I know you’re hungry.” He moved three fingers in and out. In and out. Her scent was more pleasure than pain, and her whimper practically begged for more.
“Not yet, my greedy girl. Squeeze your pussy around Eunice’s dick. Squeeze your asshole around my fingers.”
She did, and he pressed inside harder, all the way to his knuckles. “Someday, we’ll hold you down while Collosa fists you here. Not all at once. Oh no. Hours and hours of pain, spreading you, preparing you, until you’re worn out from it. Exhausted. Only then will he push past those giant knuckles so he can hold you in his hand, spread out inside you.”
Her moan nearly came out as a sob. She liked hearing about it, even though it terrified her. He added a fourth finger, so they were all barely inside. “Relax your asshole, but keep that little pussy tight around Eunice. He’ll tell me if you relax it.”
“Fuck, Kels,” Eunice said from below her. “That’s it. Milk my fucking cock. Relax your body, sweetheart. Nothing tensed but your cunt, milking me.”
Fabio slid his fingers from her asshole, swiped more lube on his dick, and used a baby wipe to clean his hand.
He lined up, settled his cock at her asshole, and Eunice told her, “That’s good, sweetheart. It’s time to relax everything now. Let Fabio in. Let him spread that tight little asshole open.”
Now, it was Eunice soothing her while Fabio pressed in, stretched and invaded and opened her. Owned her.
When he was finally in, and her scent was equal parts pain and pleasure, he told her, “Drink, Kelsey. Let us feel you grow warm while we’re buried in you.”
Fingers stroked over Kelsey’s shoulders. Quick, hungry. Demanding.
The vampire is supposed to be in control during a feeding, but she wasn’t. Not today, probably not ever again with her men, but that was okay. She never wanted to be in control of them.
She kissed along Eunice’s neck and breathed him in. His breath burned a hot flame over her shoulder, and the pulse in his neck called to her. His muscles shifted under her lips and tongue, while she made certain of the best place to bite, and then those muscles went hard when she bit, but that was okay. He’d learn to relax, eventually.
Or perhaps he wouldn’t.
She drew his blood into his mouth and drank in the wild heat of him. He was already inside her — his dick in her pussy, and now his blood in her veins. In her heart.
And she fed bliss into his bloodstream. Then more. And more.
Her heart and soul were so full of love and caring for both of the men inside her. Surrounding her. Heat. Pain. Pleasure.
She drank, and drank. Eunice’s blood. Both men’s lust. Everything.
But not too much.
When she finished, when her teeth were out of her mongoose’s neck, and she’d licked the wounds until healing began, the heat of his hand landed on the warmth of her cheek.
“Look at me, Kels.”
She opened her eyes, met his gaze, and fell into the clear blue of them.
“Fabio’s gonna fuck you now. Gonna tear your ass up. He’s a cat. Do you know what that means?”
She did. He wouldn’t be the first cat to use his spines on her. She didn’t actually mind it in her pussy. It hurt, but it was a good hurt.
Her ass, though. She shuddered and nodded, wishing she could bury her head back in her mongoose’s neck, even if she couldn’t drink from him again.
And then Fabio’s deep mental voice was in her head. Come into my thoughts, Cupcake. Look into my head. See what I see. Feel what I feel. Experience what I experience while I hurt you.
She did, and watched as he called in just enough of his leopard to form the spines, and then directed more blood flow to them, so they’d be angled right. Angled so they’d tear her up when he pulled out. Every time.
And she felt them, digging into the ring of muscles at the outside of her asshole. It was a pricking pain, for the moment, but she knew they’d rip grooves into the skin when he started moving.
“No,” Eunice said from under her. “Relax, Kels. Don’t go stiff. Accept what he’s about to do. Let me sooth you while he hurts you.”
The ultimate submission. She’d been trained for it, but it’d been at least a year since anyone had demanded it of her at this level. She draped her body over Eunice and gave herself to him. Her head on his chest now, relaxed. She let hi
m completely hold her weight. She pulled in his scent with each and every inhale. Male. Alpha. Hers.
“Good girl. That’s it.”
She was still in Fabio’s head, and she realized Eunice had given him some kind of go-ahead signal a microsecond before Fabio yanked his cock backwards seven or so inches and slammed himself back inside her. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, and Eunice rubbed her shoulder. “Stay relaxed, Kels. Be my good girl. Don’t be a bad girl. He’s going to do it again. Don’t tense up this time.”
She focused on Fabio’s thoughts and feelings, and understood that Fabio needed her to accept this part of him. Eunice knew what he was doing. He’d set it up so she had an opportunity to give the big cat what he needed — total acceptance. The good and the bad. All of him.
And when she did, when she relaxed and let him hurt her, she felt his surprise. His vulnerability, when she’d never expected the cocky cat to feel anything but confident.
He let her see his emotions stripped bare. He’d invited her into his head, and he knew she was there, but he didn’t try to hide anything.
“That’s it,” Eunice said. “You’re mine, and you’re his. The big guy’s, too. Ours, Kels. You belong to all of us.”
And then Fabio poured his soul into her. She felt his tears trying to leak out of his eyes when he came, and she drank this new flavor of lust during his release. Not too much, because she’d already fed from him this way, but enough so she had some of this feeling inside her.
So she could leak the tears his stupid testosterone wouldn’t let flow from his eyes.
“I’m gonna stay in your ass, Cupcake,” Fabio said from behind her. “Bite him again. Give him an orgasm, knowing you won’t get one today. Or ride him and give yourself one. I’m in charge, and I say only one more person gets an orgasm. You or Eunice, Cupcake? Do you take yours, or do you bite him and give it to him?”
She didn’t even consider her response. Never would she take an orgasm if it meant Eunice didn’t get one. In the back of her mind, she knew Fabio couldn’t give Eunice orders. If she took hers, Eunice could go to his room and beat off, or he could roll her over and fuck her and come in her anyway.
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