Fully undressed I straddled Aldrich again, his hot skin pressing against mine, and his hard, thick cock pressed against me as I tried to shift closer. Just as I was about to drive myself crazy, Aldrich gripped my hips and thrust his own upward, entering me in one long delicious fucking move, making me cry out.
Adrien reached around me again, finding my clit, and he rubbed it and flicked it, heightening my pleasure even more as I rode Aldrich to the hilt, taking him deep inside me.
Teasing me, Adrien lightly pinched and flicked his fingers across my sensitive clit again, making me ready to explode. I put my hands on Aldrich’s chest, riding harder and faster, feeling my climax build as he played with my tits, his movements mirroring what Adrien’s.
Just as I thought I was going to go over the edge Aldrich slowed down and Adrien removed his hand. “Feed Lena,” Adrien whispered into my ear. The look on Aldrich’s face said it all, so I bent over, angling myself against his throat, and penetrated his flesh with my fangs.
This was unlike anything I had ever tasted before in my life, and so much better than my first experience. Pleasure shot straight to my pussy, from his blood or from his hips driving into me I didn’t know, I didn’t fucking care.
His pulse drummed heavy and strong beneath my lips as I let his blood flow over my tongue, and fill me with its thick, rich taste. Aldrich moaned against me, running his hands up my back then returning to grip my waist as he pounded himself inside me. Surprising me, Aldrich took my wrist and licking it slowly, asked me for permission.
Unable to speak I moaned against him, fuck yes I wanted this. He bit down on my wrist, his fangs smoothly penetrating my soft skin. Ecstasy shot through me, making me suck on his neck deeper and harder, my pussy aching for release. He was quivering now and I knew we were both about to lose it as pleasure racked our bodies.
His tongue at my wrist mimicked his thrusts inside me and I lost it, my orgasm shattering through me at the same time his did. Retracting my fangs as he mirrored me, I lay against him for a moment, spent, before remembering that I needed to lick the punctures closed. Slowly and languidly I licked his neck, making him quiver again.
“Oh no, this fucker had his turn,” Damien stated next to the bed. “Don’t go getting started again.”
I rolled my eyes at Aldrich, making him laugh before he drew me in for another thorough kiss. I rolled off of him and landed on the soft bed.
Lazily I lay there as Aldrich moved off the bed and went to the adjoining bathroom. I watched the other two as they looked at me. It was clear I was not done yet as they joined me on the bed, already naked and ready, their fangs still descended, hungry for sex and blood.
Damien grabbed my waist and pulled me to him, lifting me to my knees. He kissed me hard and rough, his beard rubbing its stubble against my skin, making my lips tingle. I had never thought I would be so wanton, but already I wanted Damien to take me and fuck me into oblivion.
He seemed more than willing to oblige as he turned me around effortlessly to face away from him, putting me on my knees, my back pressed against his chest. Reaching around he gripped my breasts, pinching my nipples hard and making me arch against him in pleasure. “I guess it’s time to show you what happens when you sass me, little spitfire,” he said against my neck before nipping it, making me moan.
“Damien, fuck!” I cried out. He already had me throbbing and yearning just from his words. My fangs had already descended again, wanting more, already anticipating him fucking me.
Gently but firmly he pushed between my shoulder blades, making it very clear he wanted me on all fours as he positioned himself behind me. On my elbows, with my ass in the air, he reached behind me and slid two fingers into my already slick pussy.
“Adrien, get in front of her,” he ordered, still driving those fingers relentlessly inside me and building pleasure. I had barely registered what he said as the mattress depressed next to my arm. Adrien stood next to the bed, with one knee on the bed and his other foot planted on the floor, positioning his glorious cock right in front of my mouth. I licked my lips and tried to pull it forward to close my mouth around him.
“Oh no, not yet,” Damien said, yanking my ass back against him, while thrusting his fingers inside me one more time and making me cry out. “Tell me what you want Lena,” he insisted, teasing my entrance with his cock. I rocked back, shifting closer so he would enter me. But instead he pulled away, slapping my ass for my efforts, and sending little thrills of excitement racing across my skin.
“Lena, tell me what you want,” he demanded again.
“Damien please,” I moaned. This was such fucking torture, watching Adrien slowly stroke himself next to me, a tiny bead forming on the tip of his dick. I wanted to lick it off, to taste him. Damien was no better, barely rubbing against my entrance, making me tremble with anticipation.
“Please what?” he asked, running his hands down my sides, and pausing at my ass to give it another slap, making me suck in a breath as my gut clenched with desire.
“Please Damien, just fuck me, and let me have Adrien in my mouth,” I begged. I didn’t care at this point, I was aching and could all but taste Adrien already.
Damien grabbed my hips and in one move, sheathed himself deep inside me, making me grip the pillows in front of me as the pleasure took over. My muscles clenched around his dick, tight and pleading with him to move faster.
“Open your mouth Lena,” Damien instructed, still thrusting his hips and driving me closer and closer to another orgasm. I retracted my fangs and shifted to lean on one elbow, before I reached for Adrien’s hard length with my free hand.
Adrien moved closer so I could reach him comfortably. I circled him with my fingers, rubbing up and down his shaft, squeezing the tip just a little, and making him shudder out a breath. “Lena,” he growled, fisting a hand in my hair and gently guiding me toward him. Taking the tip of his cock in my mouth, I circled him with my tongue and stroked him with my hand.
I pulled back a little, relaxing the back of my throat, letting him thrust back into my waiting mouth. He groaned above me as my throat closed around him, my tongue stroking his cock as it pumped in and out between my lips.
Behind me Damien didn’t slow, he continued with his hard, deep thrusts, my tits bouncing in front of me as he fucked me from behind, his motions only amplifying the pleasure I was getting from sucking on Adrien’s dick.
The pleasure was sharp and fast as they drove into me, not giving me a moment to recover from one wave to the next. I felt Adrien jerk against my lips and try to pull out, but I held him there, swallowing his pleasure and refusing to let him move away.
Damien increased his pace behind me, fucking me with a force that sent me spiraling. I slammed my ass back against his hips, taking him deeper and harder than even he was expecting, making him reach his climax too. The warmth spreading through me as he emptied himself inside me.
Slowly and carefully, Damien let my hips go and I lay flat against the mattress, this time very much spent and unable to move. Damien shifted on the bed next to me to lay down, I tried to open my eyes to see where Adrien and Aldrich were but I couldn’t seem to open them. They were so heavy and I was so sleepy.
I drifted off to sleep, completely content in Damien’s arms and glad I had found my way back, however odd the circumstances were.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Selena
I lay in bed with my eyes closed, reveling in the fact that I was brave enough to take what I wanted last night. Holy fuck was I glad I did. My body ached in places used so thoroughly from their attention that I would be walking on clouds all day. I rolled over expecting to find one of them next to me, but the sheets were cold.
My eyes flew open, did it really not mean as much to them as it had to me? I looked around the room, and noticed ancient stone walls surrounding me and I lay in the middle of the four-poster bed once more. Light spilled in through the stained glass window, splashing its rainbow across the room. What the literal fuck w
as going on right now?
I sat up and swung my feet over the edge of the bed, still naked from the night before. So whatever or whoever thought it was necessary to bring me back here didn’t think it was necessary to give me my fucking clothes? That was just fucking peachy.
I scanned the room for something that would work to cover myself up with. A large armoire sat against the opposite wall and I could only hope that there was something in there that I could throw on for the time being. I was getting to the bottom of this naked or not, clothes would just make it easier.
Opening the armoire, I was surprised to find it full of clothes that all appeared to be my size, and even my style. My customary jeans and tanks sat folded neatly inside, along with undergarments and shoes. Snatching whatever was on top, I decided I was going to at least shower before I confronted Calledora about her bullshit.
I showered quickly and threw on my clothes. Rushing from the room I let the door shut behind me with a gentle thud, not caring since I was on a mission to find Calledora. Someone was going to answer for this whether they liked it or not. I couldn’t imagine how angry the guys were going to be when they woke up to find that I was gone yet again. Sure, last time I had chosen to go behind their backs and bleed on the amulet without telling them. I had thought that they were going to try to stop me and I couldn’t risk that.
After I saw how worried they had been when I disappeared and they had no clue where I was, there was no way I could do that to them again. What would make them believe that this time was any different though? I had given them no reason to believe otherwise.
Last night had been incredible for me, and it solidified how I felt for all of them. If I didn’t have strong feelings for them, I would have never let it go that far. They had no way of knowing that though. They would wake up, like I had this morning, to an empty bed and I’m sure automatically assume the worst.
I worked my way down the winding stairs, trying to remember the way I had come last night. Everything had seemed so different though, either because it had been dimmed with artificial light at night or because I had been so amped up from feeding for the first time.
Finally reaching the bottom floor, I turned toward what I hoped would be the kitchen or even the entryway. I didn’t recognize the long hall, but it had to reach somewhere eventually, right? I started my way down the hallway but paused when I heard low, whispered voices through a cracked door. I knew I shouldn’t listen, but really, how else was I supposed to get actual answers around here?
I backed up a few steps and tried to peer in the door, but couldn’t see anything, so I stood still against the wall and strained to hear what little I could.
“She needs to know…” An unfamiliar voice trailed off, a scratchy insistent whisper that I could no longer make out.
“Eventually yes, now is not the time.” I could swear it was Calledora, but I couldn’t be sure, she was whispering quickly and quietly, arguing with the other person in the room.
“A great darkness—” the woman stopped suddenly, making me lean closer thinking I just couldn’t hear her. “The girl is at the door,” she stated, this time no longer in a whisper, but her voice was still scratchy and sure. My eyes widened, how the fuck did she know that? I backed away from the door not wanting to be caught, but it was too late.
The door flung open, Calledora stood on the other side of the threshold looking at me. I thought she would be angry that I had been eavesdropping, but instead she looked mildly amused, cocking her head to the side with a slight smirk. “Ah, I see you’re awake Selena,” she commented.
If she could pretend nothing was wrong, then so could I. “Yeah, I just came down stairs. I was looking for directions to the kitchen and I heard voices so I was going to knock.” Sounded believable enough, right?
“I see,” she murmured skeptically. We both knew damn well I had been listening. “Keep following this hall, pass through the large sanctum, and straight to the door on the other side. It will bring you right to the kitchen, someone should be around to help you find breakfast. I will be joining you in just a little while.” Without waiting for my response she backed into the room and closed the door.
I let out sound of disgust, who the fuck did she think she was shutting the door in my face like that? Good grief, she didn’t have to be so rude about it. My stomach started to rumble, reminding me that I was hungry, so I continued down the hall to find the kitchen.
Halfway down I realized I just let her dismiss me and never demanded answers for why she pulled me back here in the first fucking place. I started to turn around but thought better of it. I had already made an ass of myself eavesdropping, this could wait until she came to the kitchen, and then I would give her a piece of my mind.
Her directions were easy enough and I crossed into the sanctuary, the creepy ass altar still on the raised platform in the front. I had no clue what they would need for something like that, but just as before it freaked me out, and I really wanted nothing to do with it. I passed through and entered the hall into the kitchen.
It was surprisingly full of people. I guess I hadn’t considered that they would actually eat food around here. One of the women greeted me, and I recognized her from the fight the day before. They certainly seemed chipper for people who had tried their damnedest to hurt me.
Really, it wasn’t their fault though, they were only doing what they had been instructed to do, and it helped me in the long run. All things considered I couldn’t be mad at them for that. I waved at a few of them as I made my way to the refrigerator to find something to eat. There had to be something in here that was worth eating.
On the first shelf sat a bag from my favorite bakery, and without opening it, I already knew what would be inside. How the fuck? I hesitantly picked it up and moved back to the island, pausing to grab a cup of coffee on my way. This just added to the list of questions that I had for Calledora.
The night before she had my favorite sandwich and nothing had been wrong with it, so I trusted that there was nothing wrong with this either. I bit into the bagel, the familiar taste settling some of my anger and reminding me of Sam. At the same time, it made me feel guilty for only concerning myself with the guys last night and forgetting to check on her. When I got back next time, I was going to make sure that it was the first thing I did. She would have made sure that it was the first thing she had done if the tables were turned, and I felt terrible for being such a bad friend. Hell, I hadn’t even asked about her last night, I was too busy having my fucking lady bits serviced.
The coffee was every bit as good as I remembered as I washed down my bagel. Whatever this place was, it knew my preferences and my tastes, and I wasn’t sure I was exactly comfortable with that. Until I had my answers though, I would take advantage of what was in front of me. I would be stupid to do otherwise since I didn’t know what fuckery would come next.
Movement out of the corner of my eye made me glance over just as Calledora slid onto the stool next to me. “Nice of you to finally join me,” I muttered.
“How did you sleep?” she inquired, ignoring my comment.
“Are you fucking serious right now?” My jaw dropped as I stared at her. There was no fucking way she was going to pretend to be oblivious with me right now. Not after sending me home for one night and then forcing me back here.
“It was just a question Selena,” she replied evenly.
“What kind of game are you playing at here Calledora?” I demanded to know. “Do you get your rocks off toying with people?”
She looked at me, perplexed “There is no game here, I assure you.” This woman must be a really good actor or she really had no clue what I was talking about. The look on her face was one of genuine confusion.
“So you’re trying to tell me that you didn’t send me home last night after I fell asleep? Just to play with my fucking emotions and pull me back here this morning before I could even tell anyone where I had went? Yet again?” I added, exasperated.
“Se
lena, I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about,” she stated firmly. “After you went to your room last night I retired to mine, and did not see you until this morning in the hall.” She met my gaze calmly and evenly, and I knew she was telling the truth. I also saw the concern behind her eyes, she had no clue what had happened either, but was now as worried as I was about the turn of events.
“If you didn’t do it, who the hell did?” I asked.
“Why don’t you start by telling me what happened, and we can go from there?” Calledora reasoned.
That seemed like as good a place as any to start, and if she was going to help me find answers, then she needed to know what happened. Sans the sexy times part,—don’t really think Grandma needed to know all the dirty details.
I took a deep breath as I tried to figure out where to start. “I fell asleep after I had gotten to the room and the next thing I knew, I was waking up in the hall of the club. There were voices down the hall so I followed it and found the guys. They had been arguing about how to find me, that people can’t just disappear, that kind of shit.
“I tried to explain to them I had been here training with you but they didn’t believe me, telling me I had not been gone that long. Realizing I had to prove to them that I had actually been here, I showed them my new trick and well…” I trailed off, feeling my cheeks heat a little. I cleared my throat and continued, “Well, anyways, they believed me, can’t really deny the fangs right?” I laughed lamely. “Fast forward and I fell asleep again. Then I was waking up back here, in the bed I originally fell asleep in.”
Calledora had remained silent and motionless as I filled her in. Her face gave away nothing as she listened intently. “And you have no idea who may have done this?” she finally questioned.
“I thought it was you,” I admitted, motioning to her.
“This was definitely not me. I don’t have the power to pull you through worlds like that.” Calledora sat quietly for a moment, thinking. “Could you have possibly bled on the amulet as you went to bed?”
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