Crimson Heat: 4 (Vampira)

by Springer, Jan

  They were competitive males and sought her attention, yet they were also bonded in a brotherhood she found fascinating, as such links were extremely rare in the Crimson Clan or in the vampire world in general. Here within their clan, the Queen made sure everyone feared her and each other in order to keep a tight rein on all. But over the decades, no matter how hard the Queen had tried to break the ties the three males had forged between them, she hadn’t been successful. In the end, the Queen had recognized the males’ potential and relinquished her control, educating them in languages and giving them prestigious bounty hunter positions, despite maintaining that they were still her slaves. They hadn’t disappointed her. They brought back every bounty she sent them after, unless of course they were forced to kill their prey and hide their bodies so the human world wouldn’t catch on that vampires still existed.

  But if Queen Crimson found out they were fucking her without the Queen’s permission…Satin trembled with a sudden burst of panic. The distinct squeak of the bottom drawer on her armoire being pulled open made her shivers of distress turn to need. She kept many silky red rope ribbons in that drawer, strong material that the males loved to bind her with.

  She yelped in surprise and excitement as Jaymes grabbed her elbow and led her to stand beneath a metal hook bolted into the solid rock cell’s ceiling. One peg of many, which were rampant in all the slave cells. The Queen had a long history of torturing her slaves and Satin hadn’t been immune.

  Her breath halted as Tristan handed a long red ribbon to Luca.

  “You know better than to tease us, female,” Tristan muttered.

  The instant his hand clasped her wrist, sparks whipped through her. He held her tight, ensuring his dominance and guaranteeing her no escape. Not that she wanted to run, but it would be intriguing to have them chase her down, to be tied to her bed and for them to fuck her until she begged them to stop.

  “I…love teasing you…you know that.” She could barely catch her breath as Luca began to tie a silky bond around her wrist.

  “Then you’ll love what we have planned for you,” Jaymes hissed as he grabbed her other arm, tugging it forward in front of her so Luca could wrap the silky ribbon around that wrist as well.

  “Hmm, perhaps I will, perhaps I won’t,” she countered.

  Her words had the desired effect. Their incisors grew longer and Jaymes’ and Luca’s eyes glowed red with arousal. Tristan’s gaze darkened to black heat.

  She trembled as Luca tied another ribbon between the ones that bound her wrists together. The scrape of a chair shot through the air as Jaymes yanked it behind her. It creaked beneath his big weight as he stepped on it.

  “Oh, you will love whatever we do to you,” Tristan warned. His fangs popped further and further past his lips.

  Roughly, he grabbed her upper arms. He lifted them and held them out in front of her so Jaymes could loop a ribbon between her wrists. He pulled the restraint tight and tied it on the ceiling hook. Tristan let go and the strong ribbons held her arms up. She trembled. She was bound for them. She was theirs.

  Luca stepped in front of her. He didn’t touch her with his body, but leaned his head toward hers. He grinned, satisfaction and pure arousal on his face. He kissed her roughly. His hot mouth fused with hers, searing and possessive. The bristles on his chin and cheeks rubbed against her tender flesh, sparking sensitive nerve endings. He slid his hands over her breasts, massaging her, tweaking her nipples, forcing her senses to burst quickly to life.

  “Tie her ankles,” Tristan ordered. “I don’t want her to be able to move an inch.”

  The legs of the chair scraped across the floor as Jaymes tossed it back toward the table. A moment later, his hot breath whispered against her ass. His callused hands slid between her inner thighs and he forced her to widen her legs.

  Oh sweet vampires!

  Her world tilted as the silky rope ribbons curled around her left ankle. Jaymes tied the other end of the ribbon to a bolt in the floor. A moment later, her other ankle was bound, the ribbon held tight as it too became secured to a floor bolt on the other side of her. Living for so long in this cell, she’d memorized the location of all the hooks, bolts, chains and metal loops on each and every wall.

  Luca broke the kiss, which was so breathtaking she couldn’t open her eyes if her life depended on it. He smoothed his hot palms over her belly. His hand was quickly replaced by a ribbon of rope that slid seductively beneath her breasts, up the outsides and down between her valley. Then the ribbon of rope was looped around her swollen breasts several times before the rope was thrust behind her back and forward and again, until it formed a harness. It wasn’t tight, but just enough pressure to thrust her breasts forward.

  Behind her, the slurp of lubrication echoed through the cell and a few moments later the hard length of Tristan’s cock pressed against her thigh as he leaned in to whisper in her ear.

  “We’ve been away for too long, sweet slave. You’ll enjoy us no matter how rough we are with you, won’t you?”

  She creamed at the raspy dominance in his voice. His scent of anger and arousal hung thickly in the air.

  “Why not give me a little prelude and then I’ll give you my judgment?” she teased.

  Tristan cursed. She yelped and opened her eyes, yanking at her restraints as he scratched an incisor painfully against the left side of her neck and then pierced her skin. Warmth dribbled and she smelled her sweet blood. Tristan lapped at it and moaned with appreciation.

  Jaymes and Luca growled as they sniffed her blood scent.

  Tristan’s strong hands threaded through her hair and Satin moaned with excitement. He held tight to her strands and her scalp pricked with pleasure pain and searing heat. He pressed his thick, lubed cock against her sphincter, pushed past the tight knot of protesting muscles and slid into her ass. The fullness of his penetration had her panting.

  “Are you enjoying yourself yet, our little slave?” he quipped.

  She wanted to give him a teasing answer but Luca caught her quickening breaths with his mouth. He kissed her with fierce possession, his warm fingers tweaking her nipples. Jaymes settled himself on the ground amid the two males and beneath her restrained spread thighs. She shuddered and bucked as Jaymes’ hands slid possessively up and down her inner thighs.

  “This is just the way we want you, Satin. Trapped between us and at our mercy,” Jaymes murmured. He buried his face into her pussy and furiously lapped at her tender, swollen clit. Satin gasped as sharp shivers rippled through her.

  As Tristan plunged his cock in and out of her ass, Luca made love to her nipples with his hands while Jaymes sucked on her pussy. She creamed and closed her eyes. Her breathing grew rapid and labored. Her thighs trembled.

  Jaymes’ tongue slurped around her clit and then plunged into her vagina. Luca’s palms massaged her breasts and Tristan’s hands gripped her hips as he nuzzled her neck with his chin. She trembled as Luca’s fang nipped at her lower lip. She tasted blood.

  Luca growled. Her fangs throbbed and unleashed with lightning speed. Their fangs clashed as they kissed again. Raw arousal scents whispered through the air, making her heady.

  “We missed you way too much, Satin,” Tristan growled into her ear. His voice was drenched with caring and lust. Delirious happiness spiraled through her.

  Tristan rocked into her, bucking his hips. His heavy cock sank deeper into her ass with every thrust while Jaymes’ tongue withdrew from her pussy and swirled around her ultra-sensitive clit, driving her closer to orgasm.

  Oh. Oh. She was just about there. Just about ready to…

  Jaymes stopped licking her clit. Frustration ripped into her and she moaned her protest. But then Luca’s thick shaft slipped into her wet vagina and she gasped her appreciation. His cock was thick and ultra-long, sparking nerve endings deep within. Her pussy clenched around his shaft like a vise.

  Oh yes!

  Luca slid out and Tristan pistoned in. Sharp, hot tremors jolted her. The two males quickly
settled into a rhythm. Their erections impaled her, and their cocks throbbed inside her.

  Luca groaned against her mouth as he broke their kiss. But she didn’t want it to end, so she brought her head forward and fused her lips over his again, loving the clash of their fangs and the dueling of their tongues.

  Behind her, Tristan’s body tightened. He moaned. She knew he was careening toward his own pleasure. She nudged her ass back against his pelvis and he moaned again. His cock thickened and pulsed deep inside her.

  Oh! She loved these males fiercely. They were the only light in her dark life. Although their relationship was based mostly on sex, her gut told her they loved her. And she loved them too, to the point of desperation and to a point where sometimes it hurt so bad.

  She became lost in the pleasure inside herself when they were fucking her. Her defenses dropped and nothing else mattered. She simply vanished. Sucked into the vortex of love and lust and caring they provided.

  Luca’s body tightened as he plunged his shaft inside her again. He groaned into her mouth. Both males pistoned faster and faster. Their thrusts were fast and furious, as if they wanted to possess her. Their energetic impalements pushed her rapidly toward ecstasy.

  She whimpered as she rippled with pleasure and then exploded on a guttural cry. Sensual spasms swelled through her like a storm, crashing into her body and shattering her senses with incredible speed. The males thrust harder and harder. They stroked their cocks in and out, causing every sensitive nerve ending to shatter. She writhed between them, gasped and bucked in a mindless frenzy. Arousal tore through her in thick, wicked waves. Her legs weakened and she strained to remain standing. The bonds bit into her wrists and she dangled from her bonds in a dance of lust as the pleasure forked through her, convulsing her entire being.

  The males were gasping, groaning and moaning. Tristan came inside her ass and at the last second Luca withdrew from her, spurting his release against her belly and ensuring that she didn’t become with child.

  But she knew their mating wasn’t over. Jaymes still needed her. Within seconds, the bonds were gone from her wrists and ankles and Jaymes grabbed her by her waist. His hot hands seared her flesh and he lifted her easily, tossing her onto her bed. The males took turns in being the last with her. This was Jaymes’ time.

  “Such a beautiful, inviting slave,” Jaymes whispered as he climbed over her.

  She trembled with arousal as his fangs glistened and his eyes glowed as red as the Crimson Moon. Eager to accept him, she reached out and her palms slid over his strong back. She dug her fingers into him, urging him to hurry. He lowered himself on top of her, his muscular flesh, heavy and hot as he pressed his body against her. She cried out as the crest of his cock head speared past her pussy lips. She whimpered as he penetrated her in one quick thrust.

  “You’re my little slave, Satin,” he whispered with possession against her mouth. “Don’t ever forget that. Mine.”

  She moaned in answer. Yes, she was his. And Tristan’s and Luca’s.

  His mouth fused over hers and her brain short-circuited, making her forget how to think. All she could do was feel his hard body pressing into hers. His mouth claiming hers. The wicked-hot gazes of the other two males as they watched.

  Jaymes pulled out of her and then he thrust back in. Her vaginal muscles struggled to accompany his thick girth as he plunged deeper with every pistoning stroke. He grunted and groaned, his body tightening against her. He was nearing his climax. She shivered and whimpered against his hot mouth as the white-hot arcs of pleasure zipped out of nowhere and jolted into her.

  His thrusts quickened and her entire being exploded. Shudders rocked through her. He kept pistoning harder and fiercer and rode the pleasure waves, galloping with them until she became nothing more than a mindless vessel of lust.

  “Don’t ever leave me, Satin. Ever,” he mumbled against her lips.

  She wanted to nod. Wished to reassure him. But she couldn’t tell him that they were her only weakness and that she didn’t plan on hanging around here to end her life as a slave.

  She wouldn’t tell them a thing, because she knew if she did, her three males would only talk her out of it.

  Chapter One

  New York City, Present Day

  Billionaire Lisbeth Crowe stared wide-eyed at the full-length mirror. She couldn’t believe how different she appeared in the blood-red, knee-length satin dress with sheer sleeves and bow straps. Fifty years acting like a human had made her used to wearing prim and proper business suits for the occasional mandatory business meeting. The rest of the time she slipped into comfortable loungewear and worked from one her several homes.

  She never put on sexy dresses like this Zeena creation. She’d only wear something so alluring to seduce a vamp or three into her bed.

  Lisbeth scolded herself for even thinking about males and doubly chastised herself for being so stupid in agreeing to be a model for her young friend Princess Zeena Bloodrayne’s autumn vampire line launch.

  For the past fifty years, Lisbeth had effectively kept a low profile in the human world. She managed to avoid any kind of publicity, yet here she was stuck smack-dab in the middle of a New York fashion show, about to walk down the runway in the wiggliest high heels she’d ever worn.

  Vampires alive! She was going to faint from the fear of being in this social situation.

  “Oh my gosh. You’re so gorgeous, Lis. So beautiful,” Zeena gushed as she raced into the small changing room with a beautiful red rose clasped in her right hand.

  Lisbeth stiffened as she stared at the flower. Blood-red roses always brought back a rush of memories and fevered heat snapped through her like a live wire. Several males’ grunts and groans echoed from the past and she found herself thrust back in the dark dungeon cell she’d once called home, her body tied and positioned with red silky ropes as her males thrust into her captive body and brought her to spectacular orgasms.

  Lisbeth swayed at the impact of her body tightening in remembrance as her thoughts raced back to reality.

  Zeena laughed as she studied Lisbeth in the mirror. “Don’t be so nervous, Lis. No one is going to recognize you. You had plastic surgery, remember? But you’re going to be the talk of the show. You’re the hottest model I’ve got. You are so elegant and sophisticated. You really make the dress, and not the other way around.”

  Lisbeth tried to breathe but couldn’t. The fabric embraced her breasts so tightly she could barely draw a breath. Oh yeah, she was going to pass out. She might have fainted had Zeena’s arms not curled around Lisbeth’s waist. Her friend hugged her so tight that guilt whipped through her for even thinking of not going through with walking down the aisle.

  “You’re so sweet to be doing this for me,” Zeena whispered against Lisbeth’s ear as they both gazed into the mirror.

  Her young friend was beautiful. Her cheeks were powdered with a pink blush and a fake mole dotted the left tip of her lip. She wore her bangs short, just above her perfect arched eyebrows. She’d dyed her normally straight black shoulder-length hair a pleasing golden-brown color and streaked it with dark-blue highlights to match the blue of her contact lenses. Smart look.

  Pride flooded Lisbeth. Her friend was a vampire living in the human world. She was Zeena Bloodrayne, up-and-coming New York fashion designer and princess vampire of the Crystal Clan. Her eyes sparkled with happiness as she stared at Lisbeth. She smiled so happily that Lisbeth’s guilt vanished as she remembered why she was doing this—thanks to a couple of models who’d decided not to show up for the show. Zeena had been freaking out all over the place until her twin sister Christina had suggested Lisbeth step in.

  “When they see how gorgeous you are, they’ll know I am serious about being a fashion designer.”

  Lisbeth once again gazed at herself. Christina had given her a sweeping updo, bringing her mid-back-length brunette-dyed hair up at the back and off her long neck and pinning it with a gorgeous diamond-studded comb. Several ringlets were draped aro
und her heart-shaped face to soften her features. They’d given her long eyelashes a thick application of black mascara and her lips a dash of blood-red lipstick that matched the dress. With her naturally white vampire skin, she did look like a vampire, minus the fangs.

  “Come on, ladies!” Christina Bloodrayne’s sharp voice shot through the dressing room like a bullet. She rushed in, clapping her hands as she tossed out instructions. “You’re up next, Lisbeth. And Zeena, you’re to come in right after Lisbeth returns from the runway walk. And Zeena, don’t forget to take your bows.”

  Zeena let Lisbeth go and raced over to a nearby shelf where she frantically rustled through some items. “I almost forgot the fake fangs. Oh my vampires! Where are they?”

  “No time, Zeena. She’s got to go out there now!” Christina hissed as she rushed to her sister and took the red rose, thrusting it at Lisbeth.

  “Go, now. You’re up.” Christina motioned to Lisbeth to follow her out.

  “But the fangs—I can’t find them. It won’t be the same without fangs.” Zeena’s plea gripped Lisbeth.

  “I’ll use my own,” she called back. In a second, Lisbeth unleashed her own fangs, allowing them to spear past and over her lips.

  “Woah,” Christina laughed. “Don’t make it so real.”

  Lisbeth grinned. She tried to take another deep breath, failed and willed her feet not to wobble as she stepped out onto the too long runway.

  The instant she appeared from behind the blood-red curtains the crowd exploded with loud cheers, making her tense with nervousness. How in the world did the humans handle these high heels and why did they make so much noise when they liked something? Lisbeth forced herself to continue walking, hoping she wouldn’t fall and make a fool of herself. Keeping her gaze straight ahead as she’d been instructed to do earlier, she prayed for all this to be over as quickly as possible.