by L. A. Boruff
I sat with wide eyes and watched the exchange. Anthony noticed the startled expression on my face first. "I'm sorry, Riley. We didn't mean to be rude. Can I make you a cup of coffee or tea?"
My stomach rumbled. "Oh, I’m fine. You sit and drink your blood, and I'll rummage around and make myself some dinner. Thank you for offering, though."
Opening the freezer, I was greeted with glorious junk food. I snatched a bag of pizza rolls and nuked them in the microwave. The refrigerator held a variety of sodas and bottled teas. Grabbing a Dr. Pepper, I took my piping hot plate of pizza rolls over to the table to eat and watch them sip their blood. They drank it like a cup of coffee. How'd I never see Michael drink any blood? I voiced my inner thoughts to the men.
"Michael thought he was hidden from the Supay. Elias and I found him and kept tabs on him nearly from the minute he went off the grid, though we didn’t tell him for a long time. We didn’t intervene until he tried to rob a blood bank to avoid using our centers. We didn’t understand why he was hiding, but we loved him and wanted to help, so we kept him supplied in blood. You had a freezer and a refrigerator in a storage unit near your house."
"I never knew we rented one of those things! And how in the hell did he think he was hidden when he was thirty miles away from your manor house?" Michael was a lot of things, but he wasn’t stupid.
"He was going for hidden in plain sight. He knew we didn't frequent the areas near the house. Everyone living at the manor drinks from blood bags.”
"I think it's time to be filled in on the rest of the story, guys. But I'm exhausted and emotionally drained. I've been through the wringer today.” I stood and put my dishes in the sink. “I want to sleep. You two can plan whatever you need to plan. In the morning, we're sitting down, and I'm getting the rest of the story. And I want the entire story.”
"That's fair," said Anthony. "We should be safe for as long as we need to be here. We have time to let you rest and nurse your emotions before we take our next steps."
"Out of curiosity, what's our end goal here? Besides outrunning the henchmen your little rulers set on us, I mean?" I considered the men I was forming trust and attachment to. I left my entire world on top of a mountain in Tennessee solely because they said I needed to do so.
Elias looked at the table top, but Anthony met my challenging gaze. "Riley, we're going to make you a Supay. We’re going to turn you into a vampire."
"But you said vampires are born, not made. I don't understand."
"We’re going to find the Inca god Supay. It’s been attempted many times and each mission failed. We aren't going to fail." He stared at me, waiting for a visceral reaction.
I blinked several times. Then I blinked several more times. "Okay. Of course. Sure." I turned and walked upstairs, entering the first bedroom I came to. I slipped off my shoes and climbed into bed.
Ooooooookay. I’m going to be a vampire. I fell asleep before my eyes fully closed.
* * *
You're so strong and beautiful. You’ll make the Supay world turn on its head when you are turned. The first new Supay in thousands of years. I'll be coming for you soon, Riley. Let Anthony and Elias lead you to South America to find the entrance to the underworld, but don't trust them. They betrayed you. They knew where your children were. They lied to you. I'll catch up to you, and you'll understand when you see me. You will trust me. Be patient, beautiful one. We’ll be together and raise David and Daniel and the world will tremble. Soon.
* * *
I woke screaming, the memory of the voice fresh. My head throbbed like someone split it open with a hatchet. Even in my sleep I must've been fighting off the invasion of my mind.
Elias burst into the bedroom with Anthony on his heels. I cried out in relief. They gave me safety, even though the voice told me not to trust them. I knew damn well what they did to me, what they kept from me, and didn’t need a bodiless voice to remind me.
My boys were less than thirty five miles away from me the entire time. I should’ve still been furious with Elias, at least. I couldn’t reason with myself though. As angry as I still was, I trusted them to keep me safe.
"Riley, what happened?" Elias asked. He and Anthony sat on either side of me in the bed.
"It was that voice again. He keeps telling me to continue on our journey and that he'll find me so we can be together." I threw myself down onto the pillows and glowered at the ceiling, my tears drying as frustration built in my chest.
"Riley," Anthony began, "would you like for us to sleep in here with you?"
My eyes drifted between the two of them. Conflicted, I wanted to say yes, and at the same time, I wanted to tell them to fuck off. As a strong, independent woman trained in different styles of combat and defense, I shouldn't be unnerved by a voice.
My mouth blurted out, "Yes, please," before I could stop it. Shut up!
My eyes drifted from their faces to their bodies. They were both clad in only pajama bottoms. They sat facing me, and their strong chests and six-pack abs were on display. My lady bits tingled. Damn it, calm the hell down. It’s been a while, but these are your dead husband's best friends. I tried to reason with my enflamed sex drive. Inappropriate, don't you think? The Notorious V.A.G. didn't appear to find it inappropriate, and I pressed my knees together in frustration.
My eyes moved up to their faces as I warred with my libido, and I found them smirking at me.
"Don't feel bad, Riley. I know it's been a long time for you. We’ll go put shirts on," Elias said.
"Oh, please!" I exclaimed. "I'm perfectly fine. If you're sleeping here, lie down. I'm tired." Liar, liar, vagina on fire. I grunted at the thoughts running through my mind.
Anthony reached over and turned out the light and they climbed into bed on either side of me. Crammed between those two, the queen sized bed shrunk to the size of a twin. I quickly became overheated from the warmth of their half-naked bodies so close to mine. I kicked the blankets off of us and huffed out a quick breath.
“I can’t sleep,” I grumped.
“You never used to be able to sleep unless you’d exhausted your body. You’re definitely emotionally exhausted, but physically you’re raring to go.”
He had that fucking right.
“Well, I’m too tired to go run, Elias, so what would you suggest?”
Anthony let out a snort. “I have a few suggestions,” he said. “The most innocent would be you let me give you a massage.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me in mock seduction.
A massage sounded nice. “Are you going to want me to return the favor?” I asked suspiciously.
“No, I’m okay. You’re the one that’s tense and can’t sleep.”
“Well, okay then, thank you.” I rolled over onto my stomach.
“Lift your butt,” Anthony commanded.
Fuck. I pulled up my ass so he could take off my pants, thankful I wore clean underwear. Even if they weren’t Victoria’s Secret, at least they weren’t my period panties. Pressing my breasts down onto the bed, I struggled to get my shirt off without flashing both of them.
Elias chuckled in an especially deep voice, “I’ve seen your parts, remember?” My cheeks burned as I sat up and removed my shirt. I held Elias's gaze with a challenge in my eyes, daring him to move his gaze to my breasts. Ever a gentleman, he held my eyes. I broke our staring contest to see Anthony staring unabashedly at my breasts. My nipples tightened, and the blush on my cheeks spread to my body. I rolled over and buried my flaming face into the pillow.
Strong fingers danced down my spine and a moan started low in my chest. Anthony’s fingers played a song only he could hear. My sex drive was doing a good job of behaving until Elias massaged my upper thighs. In an instant, I was covered with an entirely different kind of blush. My moan became throatier and Elias's hands paused.
“Are we hurting you?” he asked, the picture of courtesy. “Sometimes we're stronger than we realize.”
“I’m fine,” I squeaked into the pillow. I realized I was breat
hing like I’d run a marathon and forced myself to calm. Anthony made circular motions up and down my back with his palms. He went down my love handles and then…he didn’t stop. Sweet mother. He’s massaging my ass. Ms. Lady Bits, that fink, drenched my panties. Elias and Anthony stopped massaging at the same time.
Elias put his hand on my thigh. “Riley, do you want us to stop?”
“God, no! Why would you ask me that? You just got me started!” I replied, rather snottily. “Keep going! Uh, please.”
Anthony continued in a seductive voice, “It’s…Well, we can smell your excitement.”
Any semblance of a blush on my body was gone as all my blood dropped to my vagina. I was simultaneously embarrassed and overwhelmingly turned on by that little announcement.
“Does…does it bother you?” I asked shyly.
Elias cleared his throat. “Riley, I’ve dreamed of the scent of your nectar for the past five years.”
“That goes for me too,” added Anthony.
Sitting up and whirling around to face them, I fought giggles. “You called it my nectar.”
I got no reply. Instead, they stared at my body like they wanted to eat me. Fuck, maybe they did. The thought of them biting me was a powerful aphrodisiac, which confused me further, considering how squeamish I‘d been when they drank blood.
“Guys?” I whispered. They snapped their eyes to my face. “Can you make me forget? For tonight? It’s a horrible decision, and we'll regret it, and I don’t know enough about you and blah, blah blah.” I fixed a stern stare on Elias. “And I’m totally not over the fact that you lied and spied on me. But I want to forget my life and focus on how you can make my body feel.”
Elias answered by leaning forward and capturing my mouth. His tongue pushed past my lips and met my own. I didn’t fight him as he lowered me onto the bed, his hands tangled in my hair. The bed shifted and Anthony straddled my waist. I sucked in my stomach in surprise as the stubble on his chin whispered across my right nipple. I moaned into Elias’s mouth.
He responded to my moan by biting my lip, sending a jolt straight down that made me buck into Anthony. “Oh, God.” I panted. “I can’t wait. Please, one of you touch me.”
Anthony growled, actually growled, as he moved back and ripped my panties off. I was self-conscious and felt his eyes on my too-stubbly F.U.P.A. With a nonexistent sex life, I frequently ignored trimming. I was just relieved I’d shaved my legs within the last week.
Elias peppered open mouthed kisses down my neck, making his way to my aching nipples. My knees clenched together as Anthony trailed his fingers over the skin of my upper thighs. I watched them teasing my body and moaned in frustration.
“Please.”
“Please? What do you want, beautiful one?” Anthony’s fingers tantalized my inner thighs.
“Please make me scream. Please, get inside me,” I begged, in no mood for excessive foreplay.
Elias put his lips around my nipple, and I pressed my breast against his face. Anthony’s fingers circled my mound and slipped between my lips.
“My God, you’re so wet. Do you want us so much?” Anthony asked softly as he moved his finger between my folds.
“Yes! Yes, please,” I replied. My body craved release.
Anthony slipped one finger inside me, and I screamed out his name.
“Say my name again, and I'll make your beautiful pussy cream for me.” Anthony’s voice was low, husky.
“Anthony! Elias, Anthony. God this is divine.” Anthony moved his legs so he rested beside me instead of straddling me.
“Spread your knees for us, Riley,” said Elias. He moved opposite of Anthony. I let my knees fall to the sides as Anthony stroked his finger in a come-hither motion inside me. My breath came out in loud pants, and I shuddered as Elias added his finger to my clit.
My orgasm built rapidly. I’d never been at the mercy of two men at once, which added to my desire. Elias leaned up, his fingers still dancing over my clit, and took my nipple into his mouth again. When he gave it a sharp bite, I came unglued. Liquid drenched Anthony’s hand as his promise to make me cream came true. Pleasure coursed through my tense, arched body as they continued their work to make sure I got the most out of my orgasm. I collapsed, limp, once it ran its course.
“Are you on birth control?” asked Elias.
“Yes, actually. I have a ring in. It makes my periods—”
“Hush, Riles. I was just making sure,” he muttered. “We didn’t bring any condoms.”
They stepped off the bed simultaneously and stripped. It was like watching an erotic stage show. They teased me, knowing I was dying to see what lay under the wrapping.
Elias sprung free first, and my eyes widened at his girth. He's either going to be the best dick I've ever felt, or it's gonna freaking hurt.
He was impressively long, but the sheer width of him made me wonder if he’d fit. I shifted my gaze to Anthony and wasn't disappointed. Not quite as wide, he was equally as long as Elias, if not longer. My body quivered in anticipation. Michael was a particularly well-endowed man, but five years was a long time to be lonely, and the eye-candy in front of me made me squirm.
“I’m not sure if I’m comfortable yet with taking you at the same time…” I intentionally worded the sentence that way, leaving it open to the possibility of us sharing a bed in the future. I already knew I’d want to repeat this experience.
“You're mine first, Riley Effler. I’ve wanted your hot, tight pussy since I laid eyes on you.” Elias climbed on the bed and knelt between my legs. He rubbed the head of his dick on my clit and moistened it with the wetness that continued to spread as I became more and more turned on.
"Elias, I need you," I said. He leaned down and caressed my lips as he pushed his head into me. I moaned into his mouth. He was already stretching me, but it was delectable. Anthony slid into the bed beside me and put his hand on my ribs. His mouth explored my shoulder as Elias grunted with the effort of sliding into me without losing control.
I arched my back, unable to keep still as he filled me. His head rubbed over my most sensitive inner spot and I cried out. He froze and slid out of me so that he could fill me again and hit that wonderful bundle of nerves.
Anthony whispered into my ear, “Riley, let me bite you. I promise it'll increase your pleasure.”
“Yes, Anthony, yes. Fuck yes,” I moaned. I resolved to sort out what sort of person wants a vampire to bite them later.
Anthony shifted his position so that the length of his body pressed against my side, and Elias continued to barely enter me so that his head would hit my g-spot. Elias watched Anthony’s movements, pupils dilated. As Anthony sank his fangs into my neck, Elias thrust fully into me.
I screamed, the simultaneous pleasure of being filled to the brim and the chemical pleasure from the fangs in my neck gave me the best orgasm of my life. I reached out and took Anthony’s rock hard cock in my hand and stroked him to the beat of Elias's thrusts.
I never knew sex could be that phenomenal. Michael never failed to give me at least one orgasm, but he thought he needed to be gentle with me. This was raw and primal and sweltering. Each time Elias's pelvis met mine, an ongoing orgasm jolted me.
Anthony didn't keep his teeth in my neck long. Soon, he licked me. "I'm healing the bite mark, beautiful. Enjoy the high." He trailed kisses down and swirled his tongue around my nipple. His remarkable cock went out of reach, and I whimpered when I let go of it.
Elias grabbed me by the waist and almost violently turned me over onto my stomach. He pulled my hips up so my ass pointed straight up into the air and I was on my knees. Even more exposed, a fresh wave of desire swept over me. His fingers played, exploring, and I writhed.
Anthony shifted so that his body was in front of my face, the head of his dick staring me in the face. I moaned at the sight of it until he rubbed it across my lips. I couldn’t believe how much I wanted to taste him. The skin on his dick was velvety soft on my tongue as I licked up the side. I admire
d him through my lashes, appreciating his masculine beauty as he pushed himself into my mouth.
I could smell the heat of his body, a sweet smell. He threaded his fingers through my hair and pulled my head into the right position. I sucked as I watched his reaction. He contemplated my face and grunted. His hips shifted forward, and I opened my mouth wide to accommodate his girth.
Elias finally slipped inside me again and glided into me faster and harder. His force behind me pushed my head on and off of Anthony's dick. It was the most sensual thing I'd ever been a part of.
I moaned on Anthony, causing him to tighten his fingers in my hair, which sent a jolt of lightning down my body. I exploded in a violent, wet orgasm. When he realized pulling my hair caused me to react, Anthony tightened his grip even more and thrusted into my mouth, matching Elias's rhythm.
My orgasm was ongoing; Anthony and Elias wouldn't let it stop until they were both about to release. Their thrusts became wild and erratic. As soon as one orgasm ended, another built, spurred by their abandon.
I was at the point of screaming out their names again. Elias leaned over, seating himself as far inside me as he could, his hips pressed firmly against my ass. He then bit my shoulder, releasing his euphoric hormones into my system. I screamed around Anthony’s dick. He tilted my head to watch me as I swallowed his semen with relish. With a final few thrusts Elias spent himself deep inside me.
I collapsed face down onto the bed with Elias still inside me. Anthony and Elias curled themselves around me and I fell asleep quickly, sated and safe.
Chapter 6
My bladder screamed at me as I woke. I lifted my head and gazed down at a tangled mess of limbs. Elias slept with his face against my stomach. Anthony was curled around my head, giving me a bird's eye view of the fact that he was a shower, not a grower. I sat up and untangled my legs from Elias's arms. I slipped off the bed and looked at the two men who’d given me a night I'd never forget. Then, I ran to the bathroom before I peed on the floor.