by Sofia Daniel
“I don’t mind.” The words slipped out of my lips.
Raphael sighed, looking too worried to get excited at the prospect of milking me for nectar. “Things might go a little faster if Gates helps.”
The werewolf’s huge body moved behind mine, and his warm hands encircled my waist. Hot breaths puffed out on the back of my neck, sending pleasant shudders down my spine.
“What do you need me to do?” he whispered, his voice making my nerve endings tingle with anticipation.
“Kneel close to the blanket with your legs apart so that Alicia can rest her body against yours.” Raphael pointed at a spot behind Dante and Nero’s heads. “If you can play with her breasts, I’ll stimulate her clit and scoop out the nectar to give to my brothers.”
“Is this what you want?” Gates whispered into my ear, rubbing tiny circles over my belly with his fingertips.
Heat bloomed between my legs, and wetness gathered in my folds. Maybe the knocker enchantment was messing with my mind, or all the stress had turned me into a bundle of need, but I really needed the attention of two guys — both for myself and to save the boys.
“We need to do this,” I whispered.
Gates walked me over to where Raphael had indicated for him to kneel. I followed after him, my folds already sopping with arousal. As soon as he got into position, he pulled me down and settled me on my front. My bare ass rested directly on a thick, denim-covered erection.
Raphael positioned my legs outside Gates’, stretching my legs wide and exposing my sex. I leaned against the werewolf’s back, and he sniffed my neck.
“Have you done this before?” He cupped both breasts and massaged them in his large hands.
“Once or twice,” I whispered.
Raphael positioned himself between my legs. “Oh, good.”
“What?” I asked.
“I thought you’d be scared, but you’re already fully aroused.” With the slowest and most deliberate movements, he ran the tip of his tongue along the underside of my clit. “Stay still. I don’t want to mix any saliva into your nectar.”
Swallowing hard, I closed my eyes and focussed on the sensations. With Gates rolling my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and Raphael teasing my clit with gentle licks, my core muscles clenched and unclenched, eager for more.
“Do you like this?” Gates whispered. “Two blocked at the same time?”
“Mmmm.” I gave him a tiny nod. It had been the three brothers at the same time since the start of last term. I was used to pleasuring multiple guys and, after our truce, being pleasured by them in return.
Raphael circled my slick opening and scooped up my moisture.
I opened my eyes. “Is that enough?”
He prised open Nero’s jaw and stuck his finger in his brother’s mouth. “You’ll have to produce a lot more than that.”
“Maybe you need more stimulation.” Gates pressed his lips on my neck, sending jolts of pleasure down my spine. I gasped, and he gave me a dry chuckle. “Feels good, does it?”
“Yes.” I arched my neck to one side. “More.”
Gates licked and sucked my flesh and tugged mercilessly at my nipples. I rested helplessly against his hard body, whimpering at the onslaught of sensations. It was a mix of pleasure and pain that confused my nerve endings and heightened my arousal.
Raphael returned between my legs and circled my clit with his tongue. It swelled with the attention and became more and more sensitive to his gentle caresses. My core ached with need, making my thighs tremble. I clenched my fists and tried to control myself.
Every instinct screamed at me to demand more, to beg for a thick erection to stretch me open and pound me ruthlessly to an explosive climax.
Biting down hard on my bottom lip, I moaned out my pleasure. This was for Dante and Nero, not for me. The poor vampires lay in a pitiful state. They needed my juices to heal their burns and get them to a level of health where they could absorb the blood they needed to rebuild their strength.
Raphael scooped up more of my fluid and fed it this time to Dante. Neither brother moved.
An unpleasant ripple of apprehension skittered up my spine. “Why isn’t it working?” I asked. “Shouldn’t they be stirring now?”
“Close your eyes,” said Raphael. “Don’t get distracted. Just think about the two men pleasuring you, and try to get as wet as you can.”
“Alright.” I let my eyes flutter closed. Worrying about the boys would only stop me from producing nectar.
Gates captured my lips in a hot kiss. Pushing aside my guilt, I moaned and let him slip his tongue in my mouth. This was for Dante and Nero, and I needed to do anything to get myself wetter. Gates’ tongue caressed mine in strong strokes that made me feel like he wanted to taste me everywhere—not just my mouth.
His large, rough hands continued to massage my breasts, and I lost myself in his passionate kiss. Raphael stuck two fingers inside me, stretching me open and gathering all the wetness to feed his brothers.
As we broke away for air, Gates said, “You have the prettiest tits, you know that, Stephens? They’re just the right size, firm as fuck, with nice, big nipples.”
“Alicia,” I said. “Call me Alicia.”
“And your pussy smells so good,” he growled. “I want to stick my cock in it and ram you hard.”
A ripple of desire made me cry out, and I clamped hard around Raphael’s fingers, soaking them with my arousal.
“Good work, Gates!” Raphael pulled his fingers out of my core, leaving me feeling empty.
One of Gate’s hands slid down to my clit, and he rubbed it in an up and down movement that made my toes curl. I jerked and trembled against his chest, but his heavy arm kept me in place.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he snarled. “I’ll bet if we asked, you’d let us both fuck you hard.”
A moan slid from my lips. Right now, I could take on all three brothers. And Gates. Every nerve ending sang out with the need for the pleasure building within me to snap, to release the orgasm that had caused me to ache, but I was still under the influence of the oath I’d made with boys.
Only Raphael could make me climax, and he would probably keep me like this until I’d produced enough nectar to revive his brothers.
Raphael’s fingers slid back into me, and he scooped up more of my juices. After disappearing for a few moments, he returned for more. Over and over, Gates riled me with his kisses and caresses and his dirty talk, making my head spin and my core overheat. Sweat poured down my brow, and tiny shudders seized my body.
If I didn’t climax this minute, I would implode with frustration. Or die.
I rubbed my ass against the erection pressing into me and imagined myself on my hands and knees, being pounded by Gates, doggy-style, while Raphael slid in and out of my mouth. Gates continued rubbing my clit, building me up to even greater heights of arousal.
His thick fingers gave my nipple an extra-hard tweak. “Keep wriggling around like that, and I’ll cum in my pants.”
“Oh!” I cried.
Right now, I yearned for that orgasm. This was the longest any of the boys had kept me suspended in sexual arousal, and my entire nervous system was on full alert. Every caress, every harsh tweak, every feel of large fingers sliding in and out of my core drove me to the point of insanity.
“I’ll bet you want those vampires to feed at the source, don’t you?” said Gates. “Get them kneeling between your legs and lapping at your cream like a pair of hungry lions.”
I rocked back and forth, my mouth gaping open with all the panting, and my eyes rolling to the back of my head. This was torture. The sweetest, most pleasurable torture I’d ever experienced, and it wouldn’t end.
Raphael pumped his fingers in and out of my core, scooping up every ounce of fluid, only for me to produce more with the manipulation of Gates’ skillful fingers.
“Are you a squirter?” Gates rasped. “The way you’re moaning tells me you could gush all over Raphael’s hands.
I’ll bet with the right manipulation, I’d have you spraying everywhere.”
“Do it,” said Raphael.
A sob ripped from my throat, and shudders tore down my body. If it meant getting to release all this pent-up pleasure, I would squirt as much as the boys wanted.
Gates hooked his hands under my thighs and hoisted me further up his body. “I’ll take care of her pussy, Raph, you suck her tits and keep gathering her nectar.”
I swallowed hard, half of me dreading what he would do next, and the other half of me shaking with anticipation for a loud and messy release.
Raphael engulfed my nipple into his hot mouth and swirled his tongue around my sensitive flesh. I hyperventilated, and spots appeared before my eyes. Gates stuck a thick thumb inside me and swiped it from left to right against the area behind my clit.
Throwing my head back, I squeezed my eyes shut and relaxed into the sensations. This was easier and far gentler than the finger on my clit. I could drift away, lost in pleasure, but Gates hit a spot that caused sparks of sensation to explode across my insides and white stars to burst behind my eyes.
“What’s that?” I cried out.
“Your g-spot.” He rubbed slow circles around a patch nearly as responsive as my clit.
Unlike that sensitive bundle of nerves, which often shot out harsh sparks of pleasure, the sensations he elicited from my g-spot were warm and gentle. Ecstasy whirled up around that spot, building in intensity until every muscle in my body convulsed with the need to orgasm.
“She’s ready,” Gates growled.
“It’s alright, Alicia,” said Raphael. “You can climax now.”
Gates slid his thumb out of my core and cupped his hand beneath my sex. For a heartbeat, nothing happened, then my core muscles slowly clenched, reminding me of the buildup to a tsunami. Everything went still as my core tightened, the thumping of my heart the only movement in my body.
Then something snapped, my muscles loosened, unleashing a wave of ecstasy that tore through my insides. A stream of fluid shot out from me, causing me to widen my eyes and gasp.
“Wow,” cried Raphael. “It’s coming out.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to process the torrent of pleasure rushing through my system.
Gates’ fingers closed around my sex. “I knew you’d be a gusher.”
Raphael rushed over to Dante and drizzled the liquid between his parted lips. The older vampire stirred, and the blackening of his flesh faded to a livid red. I glanced down at Nero, who twitched and shuddered with pain.
As I gasped out my last climax, Raphael stuck his fingers inside me and scooped out more of my fluids, and fed it to Nero, who coughed.
“Fucking hell!” Gates held my sweaty body. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a girl squirt so much.”
Sending Gates a silent apology for not being able to return the favor, I slumped against his chest and passed out. At this rate, it would take an eternity before I managed to heal the boys. This time, when I dozed, I dreamed about the five of us sitting around the cashmere blanket and having a picnic in the sun.
Later, a gentle hand shook my shoulder. “Wake up,” said Raphael. “It’s nearly three o’clock.”
“Huh?” I straightened out in the dog bed and yawned.
“Don’t you have classes at three-thirty?”
My eyes snapped open. “Oh, no!”
Raphael stroked my arm. “I’ll carry you to the dungeons, and direct you to our suite. Learn what you can about these hunters. It might make a difference to our survival.”
Chapter 5
Returning to the boys’ suite was painful. Even if it was to get showered and changed for lessons. Without the crackling fire, the marble reception room was cold, and without the boys, it was desolate. I walked to Raphael’s room, pulled out a fresh uniform, and headed for the bathroom.
No steam rose from the huge pool, which I supposed the knockers no longer kept warm because of the boys’ imprisonment. I walked to the end of the chamber, staring at my reflection in the water and wondering how everything had gone so horribly wrong.
At the end of the pool were the teak benches which lay beneath the sunflower showerheads. I closed my eyes, shutting off the memories of the fun times we’d had with the boys surrounding me, their erections pointing at my face, and the last time when we had tried to form a mating bond.
I yanked off my knocker dress and threw the rotten garment toward the wall. It was a symbol of everything that was wrong with this secret society. The lack of consent, the way one group would prey on the other and not leave each other alone to live in peace.
After toeing off my shoes and socks, I stood by the sunflower showerheads and stuck my hand underneath the spray, waiting for the pipes to deliver warm water. After several moments, it reached the correct temperature, and I stepped into the stream and scrubbed at my skin.
“There she is,” said an annoying voice.
I spun around to find Radu standing at the other side of the pool, flanked by Justine, René, and Zarah. A bolt of panic struck my heart. I scrambled to the bench and grabbed a towel.
Radu stepped over the threshold and grinned. “Apologies, my dear girl. Apologies!”
Justine shook her head and smiled, but the expression looked monstrous on a woman with a third of her head missing. “We’ve come to ask a few questions.”
I wrapped my towel around my body and lowered myself onto the bench. “Yes?”
Zarah rushed ahead, a manic grin stretching her bland features, while Radu and Justine stalked around the left side of the pool. Renée took the right.
Radu was the first to speak. “Young Zarah tells me that the Stryx brothers made you their concubine but did not take your blood. Is that correct?”
I glowered at Zarah, who stared at me, her pale eyes pleading at me to go along with her story. “That’s not true.”
“But they helped me escape,” she said.
“Because you blackmailed me,” I snapped. “By the way, thanks for leaving all that incriminating information. Lady Mantis got hold of it and imprisoned the brothers. She was about to do something worse than turn me into a knocker last night.”
Radu chuckled. “Then I am glad we came to the rescue. Forget about your grievances and relax.”
I clamped my lips together and held my silence. To an ancient warrior like Radu, everything I’d experienced was nothing compared to centuries of battles.
Justine’s missing slice of head was an example of not leaving a fight unscathed, but it still pissed me off that Zarah couldn’t stop telling tales about me.
Radu sat on my bench, his huge body taking up the entire left of the space. My insides cringed, and I longed to edge away from the peculiar man, but I forced myself to remain still.
“Where are the Stryx brothers?” he asked in a voice as soft as a silk garrote.
Tightening the towel around my middle, I edged away from the man. “I was a knocker when Lady Mantis jailed them, and by the time I woke up, I didn’t have the chance to ask.”
“In other words,” Justine drawled, “She doesn’t know.”
“Is that true?” asked Radu.
I nodded, and it wasn’t even a lie. Raphael had carried me through the tunnels, and right now, I wouldn’t be able to make my way back to the jail or his underground lair.
“Did you ask the vampires?” I asked.
“Captain Tanar directed me to an empty cell.”
“The boys escaped?” I tried to inject a mixture of hope and shock into my voice.
“Or someone killed them.” Justine leaned down and examined me with her single eye.
My gaze went straight to the patch of skin that stretched over her missing head. It was about as thin as an eyelid and covered in a network of blue veins. Something purple beneath her skin pulsed, and the muscles of my stomach spasmed. I snatched my eyes away and stared into my lap.
“Did you love them?” asked Radu.
“They protected me from cruel girl
s and didn’t treat me too badly,” I murmured.
Justine chuckled. “She misses the sex.”
Radu placed his massive fingers under my chin and tilted my head up, so our gazes met. I stared into the brightest aquamarine eyes, ringed by thick, blonde lashes. They would be disturbingly beautiful… on a girl.
“Intercourse?” he said in a voice that slid across my senses like a constrictor. “If that’s what you crave, I can oblige.”
My stomach dropped, along with every ounce of blood in my face. Terror kept me rooted to the bench, and I didn’t dare jerk away from his hold.
Radu blinked, his feminine brows arched in question, but my tongue had fallen to the back of my throat, and I couldn’t speak, let alone breathe.
“Joking!” He pulled his fingers away and turned to Renée, who gave him a long-suffering but indulgent smile. Was she his daughter? I suppose all frumosi were his children, several times removed.
A relieved breath whooshed out from my lungs, and the muscles around my neck and shoulders relaxed. What kind of great-great-great-whatever grandparent made such an inappropriate joke? Radu cel Frumos, the beautiful brother of Vlad the Impaler, that’s who.
Radu bared large teeth as bright as a soul-star chakra. “If you see the Stryx brothers, let me know.”
I clapped a hand to my chest. “Do you think they’re alive?”
“Someone broke through the magic to get at them.” The look on his face said he thought that person was me. It was also the kind of look that said he would be patient and let me play my games until he was ready to crush my neck.
Making sure to draw my brows together, I said, “Or someone could have killed them?”
“You don’t look too upset,” said Justine.
“Because I’m overwhelmed.”
“Let’s go,” said Renée. “We have a whole lesson to prepare.”
Radu patted me on the head with his massive paw. “I am expecting great things from you. Great things!”
A shudder ran down my back, but I smiled at him and murmured my thanks.