Wet Heat

by Jan Springer

  The physical link must be connecting as we knew it would after we were with her again, his brother replied as they both watched from the second-story bordella window as Matilda’s car taillights disappeared into the mist.

  Paul nodded, his excitement building at this new phenomenon. Only true mates grew the mind links and physical links. It was rare, but it did happen. And it only happened between twin males who already shared the psychic and physical link and the female they both fell in love with.

  They had felt something instantly when they had discovered Matilda, near death, lying in a heap before their villa gate in Italy. Knew she was special. That she was the one.

  “We’ll give her a few days to deal with her emotions, and then we will reestablish contact. Agreed?”

  “Agreed,” his brother answered, wishing they would go after her right this minute. Knowing she needed time to gather her thoughts and her composure.

  Paul could feel John’s pain. Could feel Matilda’s pain at thinking she had betrayed them. That she thought she had betrayed them didn’t sit well with either of them, especially since they were the ones who’d put the idea into her mind in the first place. Guilt seared through his nerve endings, leaving them raw and blistering.

  Being away from her for a few more days would be torture. And if she decided she wanted nothing to do with them, after discovering their bordella seduction, Paul knew they were doomed to an eternal hell without her.

  * * * * *

  “I’m worried about you, Mati.” Mati’s young female friend Christina Darksky-Bloodrayne pouted at her from across the dinner table. Christina’s twin sister Zeena gave an equally effective pout with her arched eyebrows crunched together making Mati shift uneasily in her chair at their concern for her.

  “I’m fine,” Mati lied.

  “No, you aren’t fine,” Zeena chastised, sending her black ringlets dancing as she shook her head in obvious frustration.

  Irritation flamed through Mati and she waved away the silver goblet of synthetic blood she normally took with her human meal. Her female servant, the human housekeeper she kept under her mind hypnotism, curtsied in acknowledgement and left.

  “I said, I’m fine,” she replied through gritted teeth, feeling the sharp edges of her fangs painfully pierce her lower lip. She tasted blood and dashed away the pinpricks of the metallic flavor with her tongue and hoped her young friends hadn’t noticed.

  Mati gazed at the human food set in front of her on her plate. Rare steak, steaming potato and the colorful arrangement of baby vegetables did nothing for her tonight. In her quest to appear a human, she’d adapted to eating three square meals of human food a day.

  Over the decades, she’d acquired a taste for their delicacies. But her exquisite sexual experience at the bordella, and following guilt at betraying her true loves, left her taste buds in nonparticipation mode. Everything looked bland. It seemed she’d reverted to when she’d first begun experimenting with food over a century ago. Yuck!

  She also found the synthetic blood…boring since having sex with those two bordella males. She wanted the real thing. Luscious sweet male blood. Wanted to bite and nourish herself from vampire males. Wanted to be female again and shed her human pseudonym.

  Another kind of guilt had wrapped around her over the past days too. She was the creator of Vampira. The female who upheld the no-sex rule to the members of the clique. She had fallen off the wagon. She had had sex and now she wanted real blood.

  She owed it to her young female friends to tell them the truth. She suspected they must know the truth. She could still smell the scents of those two males on her body even after washing many times and dousing herself with perfume. It seemed as if their scents had become a part of her very being.

  “I had sex,” Mati blurted, instantly regretting her confession as she took in Zeena’s sharp surprised gasp and Christina’s shaken expression.

  “You what?” Both Christina and Zeena said in unison as they blinked at her in shocked looks that devastated Mati.

  Although they weren’t fully members of Vampira, they may as well be. Their mother Megan Darksky-Bloodrayne had been in hiding from the twins’ fathers. Their fathers were two brothers. They’d taken Megan as their mate. Megan, it turned out, had the rare trait of allowing sperm from two different males to fertilize her ova during separate incidences of sexual intercourse in a short time, which explained why each of her daughters had a separate father.

  Mati had helped take care of the females through the years. They knew her number one rule of no sex with males.

  She considered them the daughters she’d never had. She’d taught them the dangers of males as well as the many covens that existed in veiled communities around the world. Covens, all of which hid from the human race, knowing that humans would react violently toward them if it were revealed vampires truly did exist.

  How many times had she told them to tread carefully where males were concerned? That they were unpredictable at best and would take advantage of innocents such as they. And now here she was confessing she’d had sex.

  She needed to think up a lie and think it up fast. Obviously she’d been wrong about them smelling the males’ scents on herself. Guilt did wonders, didn’t it?

  With trembling fingers she reached for a goblet of the ice-wine she’d had ordered flown here from Italy on her private jet. She took a delicate sip, hoping the drink would soothe her rattled nerves.

  It affected her exactly the opposite. The drink tasted awesome, the cool liquid splashing in a colorful array over her taste buds and once again bringing her the memories of those two sexy bordella males who reminded her so much of Paolo and Gio. Which suddenly brought her to the question—if she truly loved her Italian lovers, then why had she been pining after the bordella pleasure males since leaving there?

  “They’ve been coming to me again. In my dreams,” Mati confessed, realizing she shouldn’t share the truth with these two young females. Such a confession could be the downfall of Vampira. That was the last thing she wanted. Vampira had helped many females hide in the human world and abstaining from relationships with males, human or vampire, protected them that much more.

  At Mati’s admission Christina and Zeena visibly relaxed. They were good females. Obedient. Never causing trouble. They had been raised in the human world by a loving female without the influence of their sires and although recently reunited with their fathers, the young females still stopped by often to visit her. She shouldn’t drop such a bomb upon them. She would shield them from her secrets.

  “Mind sex. That’s what you meant,” Christina said, looking quite relieved in her crisp white linen day dress that her sister Zeena, an aspiring designer, had made for her.

  Christina was the more conservative of the two. She was also a police officer in the human world and tended to chastise those who did not follow the rules. And Mati had definitely not been following her own rules where males were concerned. She didn’t wish for the two to be displeased with her. Ever.

  “So why are you looking so guilty? Mind sex is allowed in Vampira,” Zeena replied, sipping delicately from her goblet of wine. But Mati noticed a curious glint in Zeena’s eyes as she carefully studied Mati. A glint that told Mati her young female friend may soon be entering her first heat phase. But she couldn’t think about that right now. She needed to get her own house in order before she dare counsel Zeena or Christina, who would most likely go into her first heat cycle at the same time as her sister.

  “They suddenly stopped visiting again. And the loneliness is driving me batty,” Mati replied, trying to ignore that last remark of her looking guilty.

  Christina frowned. “These are the two vamps? Your Italian lovers you told Mamma and us about several months ago?”

  Mati nodded. She took another sip of her ice-wine, moaning inwardly at the erotic blast of heat zipping along her nerves. Flashes of her restrained on the massage table with ice-wine being dribbled over her sensitive nipples and splashed
over her hot pussy popped into her mind.

  Bubbles of memories followed. She and the brothers having sex in the Italian grape vineyard. Their hands massaging her body, fingers pinching her nipples, their cocks sliding into her pussy and anus, the incredible rhythm the two fucked her with. Erotic rhythm that seemed so like the male pleasurers at the bordella.

  The pleasure males had been brothers too. Italian accents. Smelled like Gio and Paolo, despite that scented fireplace pouring out that floral aroma. The males had brought ice-wine from the orchards to the massage room. And what about those voices hidden behind the mechanical sounds? To prevent her from hearing their true voices?

  “I didn’t even see their faces,” she pondered out loud.

  “Then how do you know the mind sex was with your Italian studs?” Zeena asked as she worried her bottom lip.

  “I know their touch. Their scents. Their voices,” she murmured as memories flooded her.

  The floral scent from the fireplace had been powerful as it had swept through the small confines of the dark room, but she had still been able to smell their individual scents and now that she had the ability to think straight, they had smelled like Gio and Paolo.

  The mechanical drone edging their voices when they spoke may have concealed their true identities, but the exquisite wine and the scorching way they touched her shouldn’t be making her feel so guilty. Not if those two bordella vamps were actually Gio and Paolo?

  Anger sparked her temper. Had she been betrayed by someone in Vampira? Surely that was how the two would find her. Had she been mind seduced into meeting the two at that bordella? And now they were cowards. Hiding from her. Was that why they’d disconnected the mind link?

  “You’re starting to look really pale, Mati. Not to mention, angry. Is it something we said?” Christina asked.

  Mati ignored her question and stood. Dropping her linen napkin onto her full plate of food, she felt the full fury of realization bite into her like razor-sharp fangs.

  They had tricked her! Those vamp bastards!

  “Where are you going?” Zeena called after her as she headed for the door.

  “To slap a couple of vamps’ asses.” And she meant that quite literally.

  Chapter Six

  Within an hour she had located them. It was odd how she’d found them so easily. The instant she made the connection that those two vamps in the bordella were actually Gio and Paolo, she’d seemed to be able to home them in as if they were a beacon to her.

  She could feel them. Literally. Feel their need for her vibrating through the air like threads. As she strode with determination to the front door of the quaint Victorian-style house on the other side of town, she knew the two vamps were inside this building. She snapped the heavy brass lion-head-shaped doorknocker and impatiently waited.

  A moment later the door swung inward and an old prim and proper-looking gentleman of about eighty stood there.

  “May I help you, miss?” The white-haired man seemed to be holding back a bit of a smile as he surveyed her from beneath big white bushy eyebrows, which framed gorgeous deep blue eyes. Mati immediately sensed this servant was a human and wondered if this was his house. And if he knew he had two hot sexy vampires inside.

  “I’m looking for Paolo and Giovanni.”

  As she said those words she could smell her males. Their strong scents wrapped around her and sent a most exquisite hum shifting through her. Instinctively she knew that they knew she’d found them. They didn’t seem the least bit surprised.

  “Who? Miss?”

  “Paolo and Gio. The twin brothers. I know they are here.” The human looked quite perplexed.

  “I’m afraid there are no brothers by that name here. Unless you mean Paul and John?”

  “Let her in, William. She’s using her pet names for us,” a mechanical voice droned from the electronic box just inside the entrance. This time she instantly recognized Gio’s voice and Mati’s senses shifted into awareness mode. Her fangs throbbed in warning and she tried like hell to control them from unsheathing.

  “Pet names, Sir John?” the gentleman questioned in a monotone voice.

  “Just let her in. You can have the rest of the evening off. Starting now.” Paolo’s deep voice echoed erotically over her nerves and Mati felt her fangs began to pierce her lower lips in warning.

  Oh shoot! She didn’t want the human to see her fangs, let alone how aroused she was getting.

  “Please enter, miss. You will find the brothers in the game room. Down the hall. Last door to your right. I’ll leave refreshments in the kitchen. Help yourselves anytime.”

  Having left his instructions, the butler bowed his head, turned and slipped into an adjoining room, quietly closing the door behind him.

  Mati’s throat grew dry and her pulse pounded a mile a second as she started down the hallway. Her fangs were dropping big time in anticipation of the confrontation. Angry heat seared her flesh. In contrast, her nipples became tender and swollen. Her pussy became wet with desire and her ass ached to be filled.

  Sweet vampires! She needed to keep herself calm or these conflicting emotions wouldn’t allow her to get her point across. That it was just too dangerous for them to be with her!

  She realized she was trembling as she stopped in front of that last door. It was closed. Yet it could have been open for all she knew. In her mind’s eye she could see them. They sat on red chairs, wearing silk black robes, pool cues in their hands.

  Their magnificent, sleek bodies were naked beneath. Erections, thick and juicy, and oh boy she certainly wanted to pierce their skin and relish the power of their blood pouring down her parched throat.

  Come and get us, my love, John’s voice murmured through her mind.

  How about you two come and find me? Mati teased, suddenly feeling bubbly and happy to be so close to them, despite her earlier anger, which seemed to have miraculously vanished. Backing away from the door, she heard both vamps curse softly.

  Going along the hallway she’d just come from, she found the stairs and headed up. The layout of this Victorian mansion seemed quite similar to hers and she had no trouble finding the second set of stairs, which led to the third floor, the tower.

  It was a gorgeous round room filled with windows that overlooked the pristine blue ocean on the south side and the thick weeping willow trees on all the other sides.

  She’s found the bedroom, Gio purred. Mati trembled as she realized she could now read their thoughts.

  Our bedroom, Paolo corrected. The bedroom for three.

  Mati’s senses swirled. She could actually hear their thoughts. The three shared a mind connection now, even while not sleeping?

  Yes, our love. The longer we remain together, the stronger our connection, Gio murmured through her mind. She could hear them coming up the final set of stairs. Coming for her.

  Yes, we will have you coming, Mati, Gio whispered.

  Images of their naked bodies tangled together in arousal that burst through her mind. Bindings holding down her wrists and her ankles while both vamps took her over and over again swept a waterfall of eagerness through her. When they both appeared in the open doorway Mati could only stare at the two vamps she hadn’t physically seen in more than a century.

  Her breath halted in her chest at the realization that they were actually here. Physically standing here in front of her. They looked the same. Perhaps a wee bit older, but as sexy as ever.

  Their dark, lusty gazes gave her every indication that they harbored no anger or ill feelings toward her for taking so long to figure out what freedom truly meant.

  “It’s been a long time,” Gio whispered.

  “Too long,” Paolo said.

  As their dark male voices lashed like erotic whips, the muscles in her lower abdomen tensed, her pussy moistened, her breasts tightened with awareness. Suddenly felt inflamed. Feverish. Needy. Starving. Her fangs literally throbbed with the need to pierce their skin and latch on to a pulsing vein. To feed and feel the warmt
h of their blood flow down her throat. To once again experience immense pleasure of their life force as it joined with her blood and flowed through her own veins.

  She noticed their fangs had dropped past their lips. White and glistening and so sharply pointed that her breath literally halted. Mati couldn’t wait to have their hot, seductive hands upon her body once again. To have their canines penetrating her flesh and at the same moment impaling her with their lush cocks.

  She licked her dry lips and fought a sudden bout of nervousness and fear. They had found her. If they could find her, then her owners could find her. Her Italian lovers’ lives were once again in danger, for vampire law strictly forbade aiding and abetting a fugitive, which she’d been since her escape. And according to vampire law, because she’d been sold into slavery, she must die a slave. There was no way out of that kind of life. Only death or escape as she’d done.

  “You worry needlessly,” Gio replied, reading her thoughts. Both males held her gaze. Their dark eyes, caring and full of love.

  “I worry for your safety,” she said truthfully.

  There sexy scents drifted beneath her nose and filled her nostrils. Without a scented fireplace to mask their odors, she had no trouble remembering the safe feeling and peace she’d felt in their arms back at their winery where they’d first nursed her and later seduced her into their bed.

  “We have changed our identities. We have learned the English language to almost perfection, and we live here now. The only people who know our true identity are our twin sons, who by the way are the ones who told only us of your whereabouts.”

  Of course, she should have known. The twin sons born to them from a mate they had taken because she’d been too stupid not to let them come to her.

  “Why do you frown so?” Gio said as both brothers came farther into the room. They moved cautiously toward her, each step gingerly, as if they expected her to dematerialize and disappear once again.