The Vampire's Pet (The Vampyr Book 1)

by V. R. Cumming

  Devin caught my gaze over Elizabet’s head and smiled. I stepped hesitantly forward until I was close enough to rest my hands on her hips. She arched her back, pushing her breasts against Devin’s hands.

  One taste couldn’t hurt, could it? I dipped my head and ran my tongue over one breast, just above the edge of her dress, and caught the tips of Devin’s fingers. The taste of his masculinity mingled with her sweetness on my tongue, an intriguing combination of the two of them.

  Still, I hadn’t meant to do that. “Sorry,” I said.

  “Don’t be.” He tugged at the top of Elizabet’s dress, pulling it down until her breasts popped free. “Remember what I said earlier.”

  Anything goes. Right.

  His hands cupped her breasts, offering them up to me, and I couldn’t resist. I bent to take a coral colored nipple in my mouth, ran my tongue over it until it hardened, then sucked gently, moving to keep the pressure there uneven. Her skin was cool under my mouth, warming gradually as I teased her. Someone’s hand cupped my shoulder. More hands toyed with my nipples, plucking at them until they hardened into pinpoints of need.

  I shifted my attention to Elizabet’s other breast, tasting it in the same way. She moaned, a low sound in the back of her throat. The hands at my nipples trailed downward, raking nails lightly across the skin, halfway between a tickle and pain. I sucked in my stomach reflexively at the touch. One hand encircled the base of my erection, squeezing lightly as it slid from there to the tip and back again.

  I groaned and my hips jerked forward, then settled into a counter-rhythm, matching the strokes of the hand along the length of my cock. Hands on my ass, kneading the muscle there, encouraging my rhythm. Devin’s hands. I tore my mouth away from Elizabet’s skin and met his gaze. His amber eyes were glowing, lit from within by passion and the same wild spark I’d seen burning in Elizabet’s eyes at supper.

  The strokes on my dick picked up, strumming the heat, stoking it higher, and my balls tightened. I dropped my head back, squeezed my eyes shut, and struggled for control. I wasn’t ready to come yet, not by a long shot. It felt so good to have her hand there, to have Devin’s hands on me. I bit my lower lip hard, and still the wave reached higher, pulling me with it.

  “Stop,” Elizabet said, and her hand stilled. “He’s too close.”

  The hands dropped away, leaving my skin exposed to the air and cooling me off a fraction.

  “Get on the bed, Eric,” Devin said in a thick voice.

  I nodded and climbed onto the bed, laying on my back so I could watch him finish undressing her. They were so different. Where his body was hard, muscled, athletic, hers was voluptuous, soft. I wanted to explore her, sink my fingers into the skin at her hips, part her thighs and press in until I was balls deep inside her.

  How could I want them both that way? Was it really just this room, or was there something in me that demanded a male and a female?

  Elizabet climbed onto the bed beside me. “Which way do you prefer?”

  My brain was so fogged with desire, it took me a moment to understand her. “I’m not picky.”

  “Good.” She rolled onto her back and tugged at my hand. “You can be on top first.”

  Ok, then. Never had a woman say that to me, not quite like that, anyway.

  I wanted to taste her, the sweet spot between her legs, but I knew I was too damn close to the edge for that. I climbed over her, trying not to jostle her too much, and settled between her thighs with my upper body propped onto my forearms so I wouldn’t crush her. The tip of my cock slid against her wetness and I moaned. God, that felt good, so good.

  A hand stroked down my back and cupped my bottom, startling me. Devin had crawled into the bed and curled onto one side facing us. I was so wrapped up in desire, I didn’t even care that he was watching and touching. Participating, in a way.

  Elizabet lifted her knees and shifted her hips, and I slid inside her, all the way in until I was fully sheathed. Tight. So goddamn tight. I held my breath and pressed my lips together, trying to contain the feral need to take her, fuck her hard clamoring in me. I’d never been rough with a woman, never.

  Elizabet cupped my face in her hands and held my gaze. “It’s ok, sweetling. You can let go.”

  I shook my head. “I’ll hurt you.”

  “No, you won’t. You can’t. Remember that.” She pulled my face down, pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. “Pleasure me.”

  Her words broke what little control I had. I crushed my mouth to hers and set a harsh rhythm with my hips, pounding against her in short, hard thrusts. She wrapped her legs around my waist and arched into me, moving her hips in a crazy counterpoint that frustrated and pleased. Her hands tangled in my hair and I thought, distantly, that Devin might’ve been pressing kisses down my shoulder blade.

  I shifted onto one forearm and slid a hand under her bottom, pulled her tight against my jerking hips. My balls tightened, drawing close to my body. The pressure built there, higher and harder, until I was ready to explode, and still, I pounded into her, letting it build, holding out as long as I could so Elizabet could come with me. She broke the kiss and trailed her mouth down my neck until it rested over my jugular, sucking and nipping. Two pricks and something slid into my skin, and I gasped from the pain, and then her mouth clamped down, drawing hard against my neck, and the pressure in my cock burst and I came, my body shuddering as I stroked into her, releasing shot after shot of cum into her tight, wet heat.

  Her mouth pulled away; her tongue stroked over that spot where she’d bitten me, I guessed. I didn’t know exactly what she’d done and I didn’t care. It had been wonderful, just the right thing to do at just the right moment. I pressed my hips into hers, reluctant for my dick to slide out of that beautiful refuge, as it inevitably would. It was the worst part of sex, the time when you had to leave a woman’s heat after finding such sweet pleasure there.

  “I couldn’t wait for you.” I dropped my forehead to hers, rubbed her nose with mine. “Let me clean you up and I’ll take care of you.”

  “We have all night, sweetling.” She pressed a tender kiss to my mouth. “Besides, Devin wants a turn, though I think he’d rather be with you, just at the moment.”

  “Not true,” he said. “On this one night, there’s little I want more than you, sweet Mistress.”

  I pushed away from Elizabet, leaving the comfort of her body so I could see him, really look at him, and curled up opposite him, mirroring his pose. A smile played around his mouth as he stroked her hip. His gaze met mine and he held it as he dipped his head to kiss Elizabet, dropping his eyes only after his lips touched hers.

  They were beautiful together, his golden head bent over her dark one, locked in a slow, sensual embrace. Her breaths stuttered in and out of her chest and she moaned. Devin trailed kisses down her neck, over her shoulders, then found her nipple. His eyes met mine again and dropped, and need began to build low in my abdomen.

  Already. Something stirred in my groin and I looked down with surprise. I was hard again.

  Talk about a record-breaking recovery period.

  In spite of the erection, I was loose, relaxed, and finally comfortable enough to take some of what I wanted. Devin took his time with Elizabet’s breast, leaving the other one free, so I moved over her and took its nipple into my mouth. Her hand came up to tangle in my hair and I slid a hand along her stomach, reveling in her smooth softness while I suckled her.

  He touched my hand, ran his fingers along its back as his hand drifted lower along Elizabet’s stomach. She cried out when he reached her sex, and I broke off to watch. He toyed with her clitoris, teasing her with soft pinches then a gentle rub before he sank one finger in a slow stroke down the center of her wet folds. He leaned forward and whispered against my ear, “I’m going to taste her now, taste what you left behind there.”

  I shivered at the brush of his breath across my skin and watched, mesmerized, as he moved to rest between her legs and buried his face there, sinking his tongue int
o her pussy. His eyes closed but not before I saw the glow in them brighten. He put his mouth there at her opening and sucked, and a low growl rumbled from his throat.

  “Devin,” Elizabet murmured. Her hands drifted to his head and her hips rolled up against his mouth, and I tore myself away from the sight of him between her legs, pleasing her. I pushed myself up and took Elizabet’s mouth, kissing her gently as an apology for being so rough before. She whispered a surprised oh and clutched at my arm with one hand. Her fingernails dug into my skin, sinking into the muscle and drawing blood and an answering fire from deep within me. I shifted so that the tip of my erection touched her hip and grasped it so that I could run it up and down her soft skin.

  She broke away from the kiss and panted, “Don’t come, not yet.”

  “I won’t,” I promised. I was nowhere near that point, couldn’t imagine getting there anytime soon, not after she’d let me sate myself in her dark embrace. “It’s just a little tease.”

  She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, and for a moment, I thought I saw her canines grow.

  Which was, of course, impossible.

  Devin must’ve done something then, because she arched upward on a low cry and her body jerked as she came. She rocked back and forth and rubbed herself against us and let out a low mmm, and I wanted to sink into her all over again, just to hear her do that.

  When her body relaxed from the orgasm, she sighed. “Thank you, Devin. That was lovely.” She pushed up onto her elbows. “It’s time.”

  “Time for what?” I said.

  She flashed a coy smile from half-lidded eyes and pushed me flat against the bed. “Time for me to pleasure you.”

  I gave a half laugh. “You already did.”

  “Not like this.” She came up onto all fours and crawled until she knelt between my legs with her mouth hovering over my erect cock and her gorgeous, round ass in the air. “Ready?”

  I groaned and dropped my head back. “If you insist.”

  She laughed, a sweet sound that washed waves of pleasure over my skin, and then she pressed her closed mouth against the tip of my dick and eased down, letting it push between her lips and into the moist cavern of her mouth. I clutched the sheets, twisting the fabric in my hands as she sank down, down until she’d taken every inch of me into her. Her tongue undulated against the underside of my dick and she hmmd, deep in her throat, and my hips jerked at the sudden rush of heat pooling there.

  Devin moved to kneel behind her, grasped her hips firmly, and sank into her pussy in one long stroke. Elizabet pulled her head up, sucking as her mouth released my dick, and I moaned. She looked over her shoulder at Devin who winked playfully, and then her mouth was on me again, sucking and licking, and my hips found her rhythm, fucking her mouth while she sucked me off.

  I tangled a hand in her hair to press her down, keep her there, the sharp pleasure pushing me beyond politeness. My balls tightened in that quiet warning, and I tore my gaze away. I wasn’t ready to come again, not yet, and seeing her luscious mouth on my dick would send me right over the edge.

  Devin was watching her, his gaze intent not on his own dick sliding in and out of her beautiful, wet pussy and her hips pressing back to take him, but on her mouth, sliding up and down my cock, suckling me in the most intimate kiss a woman could give a man. He pushed into her and stayed, reached forward and pulled her long, black hair over her shoulder, then leaned over to brace a hand against the bed beside my hip. Elizabet shifted, giving him a better view, and his hips began to move again, catching the same rhythm as her mouth.

  I slid my hand through her hair, trying to keep it back for him, and dropped my leg flat on that side. He looked up, meeting my eyes with his, and suddenly it was his mouth on my cock, sucking me in, and then my ass he was fucking, or maybe me fucking him while he pleasured Elizabet’s pussy with his mouth. The images roiled through my mind, tangling with one another until they were a jumbled mess of the three of us in more sexual positions than I even knew.

  Elizabet tore her mouth away and peered at him. “You’re projecting, sweetling.”

  “I know,” he said, his voice thick but calm. “He’s picking it up.”

  She looked at me, a sharp gaze that penetrated through the desire, jolting me out of it enough that my brain cells fired.

  “What am I picking up?” I asked.

  “Nothing, sweetling,” she said, but her expression told a different story. She and Devin exchanged another long look, and then her mouth was on me again. This time, she kept to the head, tonguing the skin underneath, and sent me through the roof with her teasing. I pushed down gently on the back of her head, urging her to engulf me. She popped my dick out and smiled, and before my brain could process the fangs where her canines should be, she jabbed one against my cock, just below the head, twice in rapid succession.

  “Holy shite,” I yelled, and tried to scramble backward, not so much out of fear, though my mind screamed, Holy cow, is she a vampire?, but from the pain throbbing through the hot need, nearly breaking it.

  She grabbed my dick in a hard grasp, stopping me in mid scramble. Blood dribbled from the two wounds, running over her fingers, and she licked her way up until she reached the tip of my erection. Her mouth took me again and the pain was gone as if it had never been. My eyes rolled back in my head as she sucked hard, bobbing her mouth up and down, caressing my skin.

  “Oh, God, that’s good,” I moaned, and tangled her hair in my hands and rocked upward into her mouth. Desire rushed in again, taking my breath. It built sharply into a high crescendo as she clamped down on my dick. I thrust up into her mouth and my cock throbbed against her tongue as I came, squirting thick streams of cum into her mouth until I was empty.

  My head swam and spots pricked at the edges of my vision, and then I floated, drifting down into a comforting, black void.

  Chapter Five

  Something whispered through my mind, pulling me up from a deep, dreamless sleep. My name. Someone was calling my name, and then a hand touched my shoulder, a heavy, male hand, and I remembered where I was.

  Two seconds after, the pain hit.

  “Mother of God,” I moaned. “Did a Mack truck hit me while I was out?”

  “No, but don’t worry,” Devin said. “The pain will pass.”

  I opened one eye and peered at him skeptically. “What the hell? All we did was have sex.”

  “We did a little more than that. Don’t you remember?”

  He pulled me up from where I lay on a bed that was not the one I’d passed out on. This one was maybe a Queen with a simple wooden frame dressed in brown plaid flannel sheets and a red, blue, and gold quilted comforter. I sat up gingerly, holding my ribs, which hurt like a mother, then pressed a hand against my abs, which ditto. And then felt the blood rush from my head when my leg accidentally brushed my limp, aching penis.

  “You let me have sex with a vampire.” I pushed him away, though my hand had so little oomph behind it, he smirked at me. “What kind of friend does that?”

  “The kind who’s looking out for you. Here, drink this.”

  He handed me a tall glass of what looked like orange juice.

  “What is it?”

  “I know for a fact that feeding doesn’t affect your brain, so quit being stupid.”

  He held the glass out and my eyes followed his hand up his arm to his shoulder. I pinched the bridge of my nose with shaky fingers. He was still naked and so was I.

  “Come on, drink it,” he said in a softer voice. “Elizabet took too much. That’s part of why you’re sore. The juice will help your body recover better.”

  “I’m sore because she bit my penis,” I said flatly, but I took the glass. My throat was parched and I was woozy.

  And he was right. I’d given blood before and knew what it felt like to be a pint low. The juice would help.

  “Tell me it’s got a pain killer in it or something.”

  “Sorry. That’ll come later, after a shower.” He sat down on the edge
of the bed beside me. “I guess you have questions.”

  I snorted. “Ya think?”

  He ignored the snarkiness, tapped the bottom of the glass, and waited until I’d taken a huge gulp before speaking. “You’re the third pet I’ve brought to her. It’s part of our tithe, our oath to her when she takes us on.”

  “As a pet?” The jury was still out on whether or not that was an insult.

  “Technically, we’re blood slaves.”

  I choked on the juice, wheezed in gasping breaths until my throat cleared. “I didn’t sign on for that.”

  Devin smiled. “Relax. It takes months for the bond to cement, and there’s a lot more to it than letting Elizabet feed off of you. She could do that to anyone.”

  “But she wants to keep me and, what, chain me here like an animal?”

  He shot me an exasperated look. “Do I look chained to you?”

  “Er, no.” I took another swig, let it settle while I turned the whole pet thing over in my head. Not only did Devin not look chained, he seemed to come and go as he pleased, or had over the past couple of months anyway. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?”

  He cocked an eyebrow at me. “Eric, would you like to have a ménage with a vampire, let her feed off of you, and eventually become her blood slave?”

  Right. That sounded pretty damn insane. “Sorry.”

  “I knew you had a brain in there,” he said.

  I finished off the juice and handed him the glass. “Gimme a break. I just had half a pint of blood sucked out through my penis.”

  He barked out a laugh, stood, and put the glass away on a nightstand I hadn’t even noticed. I didn’t even care that I’d missed an important detail. My head had that foggy feeling, like I’d taken a nap in the middle of the day and slept too long, and I ached from my knees to my shoulders and everywhere in between. I remembered Elizabet taking my neck and pressed my fingers to the spot. It was on the painful side of tender, but I couldn’t find any holes or scabs. I wanted to check my dick, but it burned just having air on it. No way was I going to try to inspect it.