by Scott, Helen
Gideon and Darius were my only unclaimed mates now, and there was a gnawing hole deep inside me where they should sit. Not just because they were the ones taking turns behind the wheel either.
Deep in my soul, the males’ powers sat there like a complicated Rubik’s cube that was waiting for me to solve it. Each square represented something, and when I turned it, and it connected with another color—not necessarily its match—I felt the tug and pull of their gifts. It was how I’d pulled Keiran in.
Until he and Raven had claimed me—Maker, was it only yesterday that had happened?—this strange device hadn’t existed. Between arguing with Darius and discussing the situation with Kronos, it had appeared, and when the males had spoken of the dream Keiran was using to punish Winterborn, the need to see for myself had stirred to life, and with it, my awareness.
Each tie linked me to the men, and I felt so full when I’d always been so empty. I couldn’t imagine what would happen when Darius and I were totally bound, and Gideon’s magics? Maker help me. Only He knew what would happen when those talents popped into the fray.
“Stop stalling.”
Cade.
I grinned. “Not stalling.”
“I know you’ve been fake sleeping for the past ten minutes.”
I’d never know why I did it, but I placed my hand on his lap and ran my fingers along the length of his thigh. He tensed at my side but didn’t say anything. When I cupped his cock through the heavy denim, he hissed out a breath.
“You’re supposed to be nice to me,” I whispered on a pout, breathing the words into his ear as I nuzzled my face in his throat.
“I don’t do nice. You should have figured that out by now.”
A shudder whispered through me. “I know that. But I’m different. Aren’t I?”
His head whipped around and before I knew it, his teeth were digging into my bottom lip. With a warning nip, he murmured, “You are. But don’t play with fire.”
I rubbed his cock again. “This the fire?”
He grunted. “You know it is.”
That thick length was something I needed inside me, but more than that, shit, I needed blood.
Fuck, where had that urge come from?
Before the Brotherhood, I’d fed once every two days, and only doubled down if I was injured. At most, I needed feeding once every twenty-four hours.
Today?
I’d taken from Keiran and Raven, Darius and Gideon, but it was like I was starving.
“She needs to feed.”
Darius’s voice should have sunk like a stone into cold water. It didn’t. It forged those flames, and made them lick at my skin.
“She only fed a few hours ago,” Gideon argued.
“Now she’s a Sixth, now she’s bound to me, her feeding habits have changed.” Darius sounded so cool and calm. Maker, I wanted to see him riled up. “She’ll need more sex, more blood.”
“Well, I’m willing to offer my services as a donor,” Barclay teased.
“Fuck off. It’s my cock in her hand,” Cade growled, and like that, the atmosphere in the minivan shifted. Turned.
A moan escaped me as my pussy began to ache as hard as my fangs. I wanted to penetrate and be penetrated, and the exquisite agony was like a headache pounding away at my temples.
“She’s dependent on us now,” Darius explained, once again sounding so fucking calm, he was like a professor droning on about economics.
“She is?” Raven asked. “For blood and sex?”
“Yes. The two nourish the bond, so they nourish her.” Darius hummed under his breath. “With six of us, it shouldn’t be too hard to keep up with her appetites. In newly-matched pursang bonds, the honeymoon period is a dangerous time for the male.”
Shock resonated around the truck. “What the hell?” Keiran demanded.
“Indeed,” Darius continued, “the female drains the male several times. To the point of death. Why do you think the French call it le petit mort? Her appetites become insatiable until they even out.”
“How long does that take?” Cade rasped, and I knew his voice was hoarser now because I’d unfastened his fly and my fingers were wrapped around his shaft—I did love a man who went commando.
“Depends on the bond,” Darius reasoned. “Can be anything between four weeks to three months. In some couples, it isn’t sated until the female gets with child.”
“Fuck,” Cade bit off as I slithered over to his lap, pressing my knees on either side of his thighs.
I heard them, heard their conversation, but it was like I was a goldfish in a bowl. I was aware of everything, but my intent was Cade. His cock, his pulse. As well as my hunger.
“Don’t try to stop her,” Darius was saying. “She’ll fight you.”
“Oh Maker, does that make anyone else want to fight her?” Barclay groaned, sounding pained.
“That’s the shifter in you, pup,” Darius replied, but his amusement was evident. “Dominance arouses you.”
“Yeah? What’s my excuse?” Cade argued, as I began to rock my core down against the solid length of him.
It was dark out, and in the cab it was darker still, with only the faint glow emanating from the dash and the phones the brothers were using to entertain themselves. Somehow, that made it both easier and harder to see. My night vision was off, and I wasn’t sure why. Was it to do with the red haze of lust and need that was overtaking my body?
“Help her,” Darius ground out, his voice tight with his own need.
I felt several hands on me. Rearranging me so they could remove my yoga pants and the shirt I wore. When I was naked, my bra and panties somewhere only my mates knew, Cade’s hands were on my hips again and he dragged me back where I’d started.
The feel of his clothes against my bare skin excited me in ways I couldn’t even begin to describe. Shuddering when I felt his cock against my wet folds, my night vision started to flicker in and out of power, like something inside me was trying to fight the connection, or maybe I just wanted to see him. Really see him.
His eyes were dilated, a faint sheen of sweat covered his brow and face. His heart was racing and his chest heaved as he sucked down air like he’d been running. Maybe his instincts were screaming at him to run. My Vampire had never been so close to the surface, and Cade was a warrior. His adrenaline had to be surging in response to the threat I posed at that moment.
I grabbed his cock and pushed it through my folds.
“Fucking hell, she’s so wet,” he ground out, and around us there were muffled moans, and the sound of clothes rustling and seats creaking as my males responded to his statement and—what had to be very prevalent—my scent.
I purred as I found my clit with the tip of his shaft, and rubbing it, feeling his pre-cum further lubricate me, had my head falling back as I started to ride him. Shit, this felt so good. Not as good as being impaled on him, but enough for the moment.
His fingers dug into my hips and the pain was so sweet, a low hum escaped my throat as I reveled in the sensation.
“Sweetheart, if you don’t fuck me, I’m going to cum all over your belly.”
Cade’s admission had me snarling. From satisfied to furious, tension filled me as I sensed he was denying me.
“No,” he stated gruffly. “I’m yours, but if you want more then I need inside you, baby.”
A growl throbbed through my vocal chords—the Vampire’s displeasure more than evident.
“Maker,” Cade grunted, as my hand reached down to grab his balls and to hold them firmly in my grip.
I scented my males around me. I scented pre-cum and arousal and lust.
Some of them were jacking off.
This pleased me, but it satisfied the Vampire, and that was the creature most in need of satisfaction.
It was like I had two natures all of a sudden. It and me. They weren’t at war, they both wanted something, but the Vampire would spill blood to get it.
Because I could scent how close he was, I pouted as I slip
ped him inside me. As his thick hardness forged a path into my pussy, we both groaned with relief as I sank home.
“Sweet Jesus,” Cade rasped.
“She’s converted him,” Barclay teased, but he was breathless and his scent was strong in the truck. He was one of the males jacking off.
“Fuck you,” Cade snarled, then he moaned as I began to ride him.
Slow and steady, I moved, needing to feel the branding of each inch in my core. Another hum escaped me, this time in delight. He was thick and hot and hard and, more importantly, mine.
“Shit, I’m going to come,” Cade whimpered—yeah, he whimpered. That I’d brought this male to his knees was the most empowering thing I’d ever done in my life.
His warning had me attacking.
I pounced, tilting my head to the side so I could get the right angle as I bit his neck. When the blood flowed into my mouth, I moaned with wonder. Swallowing, I absorbed as much as I could, well aware that Cade’s erection was in hiatus as I denied him of precious lifeblood, but the bite made him harder than nails—I’d known feeding would hold off his orgasm.
When I slurped down enough, I moaned as I pulled back, and though he was weaker from having been fed from, he began to help me ride him. Each time I moved, he slammed me down with his strength, then, fuck me, I felt other fingers on my sex.
They stroked my clit with an expertise that had tears slipping down my cheeks.
When I exploded with an orgasm that had me seeing stars, I felt Cade release inside me. His cum scalding hot, so delicious a burn, that I wanted it again and again.
But even as I was satiated, so sleepy and tired with it, I needed more.
I scented my own arousal on someone’s fingers, then I scented him.
Darius.
He’d been driving.
Had we stopped?
We must have.
I didn’t know, didn’t care. Just had to taste him.
Sucking his fingers into my mouth to clean him, I grabbed his hand, curved it so that the fleshy part of his palm was plumped up, and then I nipped him. There was no need for violence, like there had been with Cade. I’d been starving then. Now? I had an edge to take off.
Another purr throbbed through me as I swallowed his essence.
I knew the difference now. Having tasted them so close together, I understood.
My Brotherhood was the main course and Darius was my dessert.
18
Marcella
The need was just steadily growing inside me. Even though I'd just fed from Cade and had him within me, I needed more. I wasn't kidding when I likened the Brotherhood to being my main course, between them and Darius, every need I had was met. Just not to the point where it disappeared completely.
I tried to rein myself in, to resist the call of the other scents in the van, but it was impossible. My Vampire was still prowling within me and wouldn't settle. The feeling of her demanding more was clawing its way up my spine until I couldn't resist anymore.
When the Vampire overwhelmed me, it was Keir's scent that called out to me the strongest. I lifted off Cade and moved away from him and Darius, until I was awkwardly hunched over in front of Keiran. I was short, but I still couldn't stand completely upright in the vehicle. The more logical part of me was curious as to why Keir, not that I cared, but my Vampire part quickly showed me how she discerned that Barclay had already finished, as had Raven, and Gideon was driving. How the fuck he was concentrating enough to do that I had no idea.
"Can I fuck you?" My voice sounded more like a grunt than normal, more animalistic.
"I thought you'd never ask, darling," Keir said as he undid his pants and freed his erection. The thickness of his member made my mouth water, and I knew that one day soon I wanted to make him come in my throat. Now was not that time though.
Just as I was about to climb on his lap, he flipped me around, so instead of facing him my back was to his chest. My legs were together between his and when he pulled me down onto his cock, I couldn't help but let out a satisfied moan. It wasn't like Cade's, it rubbed me in different ways and I loved it.
I wasn't surprised when Darius appeared in front of me. He slid between Keir's knees while the other man continued to thrust in and out of me with just the flex of his hips, and I couldn't help but try and sit back on him further. This position made him feel enormous and he wasn't small to begin with.
In one swift motion, Darius's hands lifted my legs and spread them to the sides, so they hung on either side of Keir's. It also had the effect of pushing me back onto the other man, who took advantage of the opportunity and grabbed my breasts. His hands were strong and warm as he began to knead the flesh and play with my nipples. Each brush of his fingers over one of the sensitized points had lightning arching down to my core.
The pursang, on the other hand, was watching with hungry eyes as I was put on display for him. My body was laid out like a feast and he hadn't eaten in a millennium. His fingers ran over my skin, which glowed periodically as we passed under streetlights, leaving a trail of fire behind his touch.
Keir's pace was furious as he held me while he fucked me, but it was only satisfying one of the needs I had. My hunger roared within me, furious at being ignored. Darius pushed to his knees as though he'd sensed my need through the bond. I leaned forward to bite, but he pulled back.
"Tell me you want me," he said with a quiet growl.
I knew why he asked, as surely as I knew my own name. The man wanted to remind me that I still hadn't cemented our bond yet. There was only so many times he could watch the other guys fucking me without losing his mind.
"I want you. Darius. Mate," I replied, although my voice barely sounded recognizable.
He bared his fangs at my response before tilting his head to the side. I struck quickly and cleanly. The feeding from Cade had taken the edge off, as had my nip on Darius's hand earlier, but now, the hunger was back full force. I sucked his blood into me and luxuriated in the tang of it on my tongue, while his hands found my pussy and began working me toward a climax all over again.
The speed at which my pleasure overtook me made me want to pull away from Darius, but the Vampire in me refused, still feasting on his blood. I felt Keir join me in my orgasm a moment later, my body squeezing and pulsing around his cock as it twitched inside me. Even though we were both finished, I didn't move a muscle, my Vampire keeping me locked in place.
"Please, Mate, don't kill me just yet," Darius's voice was quiet in my ear, but it seemed to soothe the beast within me and I released him. His blood trickled down my chin as I reared back, and eventually dripped onto my breasts.
"If that isn't the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, then I don't know what is," my mate said from in front of me.
The Vampire was still too close to the surface for me to respond. I looked around, finally becoming more aware of my actual surroundings instead of just the two men that were surrounding me. My gaze locked with Gideon's for a moment in the rearview mirror, and I could see the ache that lay within my druid. He felt left out, unworthy, and I knew I needed to fix that soon, but I couldn't do much about it while he was driving, and I wanted our first time to be private, just like it had been for me and the others, well Keir and Rav were together, but it was just them.
I wrenched my gaze away from him, even though he'd looked back at the road a while ago, and made myself a promise that I would bed Gideon within the next couple of days, no matter what. I needed my Brotherhood to be strong and unified, plus, I was dying to know all about Gideon's tats, and where exactly they stopped.
Clothing was handed to me by one of the guys and I quickly shimmied into it as we started to approach Vegas. It wasn't exactly hard to spot Sin City, even from a distance. Nerves fluttered in my belly as I realized we would truly be working a case together once we arrived there, not just trying to survive, but trying to thrive with our new equilibrium.
In what felt like minutes, we were cruising along the Las Vegas strip and I was
once again glued to the windows, looking at all the pretty buildings and bright lights.
Growing up at Westbrook hadn't exactly prepared me for the human world, and now seeing it in person, it was almost daunting. There were people everywhere, milling about on the sidewalks, in front of the casinos, some even stumbling into the street. Even though we had been traveling for a while, had even visited Vegas, we’d driven around it, so this was the first touristy city we'd been to, and it was hard not to be overwhelmed just by the sheer number of humans.
I leaned back in my seat and let my mind wander. We needed to find the squire, and I had a general idea of where she was hanging out, but that was where our progress ended. Not only that, but we needed to track this back to its source if we were going to give the President any closure.
Palm trees and fountains were all that filled my vision the next time I looked out the window, but it was only moments later when they were gone and replaced by the concrete facades of other buildings. Time was ticking by faster than it seemed because before I knew it, we were pulling into a parking lot of the store I'd seen when I had hijacked Keiran and Raven's powers.
"World Class Pawn," Cade rumbled with a snort.
"Told you I wasn't kidding." They hadn't believed me when I'd told them the store name, and of course they'd heard porn the first time around instead of pawn, which had only confused matters further.
"You certainly were not," Rav muttered.
We had all remained in the vehicle while we scouted the place. It was an unspoken rule between the guys, and Darius was smart enough to wait for us all to get our shit together, and since I was squeezed between them, not that I was complaining, it wasn't like I could do anything reckless... or so they thought.
Admittedly I wasn't trying to be reckless, I was just impatient. I gave a metaphysical tug on Raven's power, pulling it into me, and letting it fill me up. I watched him with curious eyes, waiting to see if he would notice. When he didn't react at all, I dove into the well of power within me and went in search of the store clerk.