Rachel gladly took the cup and drank. It was the worst tasting tea she’d ever had, but it was better than the turmoil that was threatening to crack her sanity. Enon was confirming everything she’d feared. She was evil, and they saw it. Tears streamed down her face, perhaps she could get rid of it though.
“I didn’t see it until I kissed her.” Kieran’s face was drawn and pale and tears ran down his face, as well.
Devon’s face was molten with rage. “Did he—”
“No, Logan arrived before Mortef could move on to that perversion with Rachel. She did witness it though, and Mortef used her abilities as a channel to kill people and feed him their energy. She’s carried this on her own for months. I’m frankly stunned it hasn’t killed her yet. I am serious when I say channels are very sensitive.”
Rachel glanced over at Devon and Kieran. Now that they knew everything, would they see how bad she was? Good people didn’t kill. They both shook with a look of murderous rage on their faces. She hung her head in shame. She didn’t want to be bad, but she had no idea how to fix it.
Yerel stared at her with a thoughtful expression. “Knowing she is a channel now…” He shook his head. “I can’t believe I missed this. It explains why nothing I tried worked very well, and she shut down. The sisters pulled her away from reality for a while.”
When Sam’s face looked slightly less red, he took a breath. “Who are your parents? Did you ever know them?”
Devon cleared his throat. “She’s an orphan and her parents adopted her as a young child.”
“Here in Texas?”
“Yes,” Devon stated. “A firefighter in Ft. Worth found her in a burning house.”
Sam stood straighter. “Let me see what my internet geeks can dig up about her. I’m curious to see who her parents are. They knew she needed protecting enough that they placed a spell over her.”
Rachel straightened. The tea had worked wonders with her, and she felt calm once again. “Do you really think you can find my parents?”
“Maybe. It’s uncertain. Supernaturals, especially witches, do not neglect their children. They’re very protective of them. I don’t have a lot of hope that we’ll find them alive.”
Rachel took a breath. The terrible flashback and the lingering anxiety and fear faded completely, and she didn’t feel like she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown anymore.
“Rachel needs to be seen regularly by a healer that is an expert for channels. The fact that she hasn’t cracked yet is a testament to her strength. This kind of trauma and abuse has killed many channels before her,” Yerel said, emphasizing what his mate had already told them.
“It’s her family.” Devon nodded and Kieran smiled at Rachel. “I have no doubt that her adoptive family saved her. Even when she was with Marcus’s pack, she kept in close contact with them. She came back to them when she was frightened, and I am sure they held her together until we got here.”
Yerel’s eyes were wide. “I am impressed, and relieved. I will make some special medication that is made for channels. It will heal your nerve endings that Mortef burned, and it will take some time, but it will ease those feelings you have now. You will be back to yourself in no time, child.”
She closed her eyes with a smile as the last of her shaking started to calm down. She couldn’t imagine ever feeling right again. The feelings of her own malevolence was overpowering right now. She worried they’d see the truth all too soon, but she nodded with a hopeful smile.
* * * *
It was going on eight in the evening when Devon pulled the pickup truck into the drive of her parents’ ranch. Rachel felt spent and empty by the time they picked her up and carried her into the barn, and tears threatened again as Devon climbed the stairs with her in his arms.
They walked to the back bedroom that had black out drapes and a large bed. Laying her on the bed, Devon sat next to her. “What can I do?”
Rachel turned her gaze to him and knew what she wanted. “I want you to bite me. I’ve only known what it feels like from someone who wanted to torture and kill me. Love me with your bite.”
Devon stroked her cheek. “I can’t bite you without fully claiming you for my own. You’ve had ours, now a complete blood exchange will join our souls together forever. There is no turning back if I bite you now.”
He wanted her, she could see it shining on his face. The longing and lust she saw burning in the depths of his eyes was all for her, and only her. Still, a bit of doubt crept in, feeding her insecurity. He’d just said no because they’d be stuck together forever.
“Do you still want me, now that you know what I am?”
Devon groaned as his forehead met hers. “Oh baby, I want you. You have no idea how much I want you. I don’t want to be selfish and rush you though.”
They thought they were rushing her? She nearly laughed as she thought about all the pain that she’d suffered when she thought she lost them. She wanted them more than her next breath, but she’d been too frightened of rejection to ask for what she wanted.
Stroking his cheek, she said, “I love you, both of you. I have wanted this from that first moment we touched. I was just scared.”
Kieran was there next to her and she saw the joy light up Devon’s eyes. “You love me, us? Not just need us due to fate?”
She nodded as tears of joy pooled in her eyes. “Yes. I love you, and I’ve always loved you. The pull fate threw in the mix only hastened the inevitable.”
Devon’s body came down on hers as his lips claimed hers. His tongue claimed her mouth as his arms slid around her in a grip of iron. As his tongue danced with hers, Kieran helped him remove her clothing. The terror of the night made their hands shake in their urgency to replace the day’s memories with happiness instead of suffering.
She groaned when he nipped at her neck. Little jolts of pleasure encompassed her with the promise of the pleasure he could give her. Lips, teeth, tongues and hands all stroked against each other’s skin. Whimpers and moans filled the bedroom as Devon and Kieran kissed and nipped at her and she did her best to give all of herself back.
Kieran fondled her breasts and brought her arousal from a pleasant hum to a roaring fire. Kieran was gentle and Devon was more demanding as they played her body like a cherished instrument until she sang beautiful music of a coming orgasm.
“This is it, Rachel. If you surrender to me tonight, there will be no going back for you. You will be mine forever. You will be the only person I ever bite, and I will be your lover, protector, and Master.”
“Please. You don’t know how much I want that. I want both of you forever.”
Eyes darkening, Devon lifted her slightly. “Straddle me.”
She threw her leg over Devon and he guided his cock to her slick entrance.
“Now, lower yourself onto me.”
She placed her hands on his shoulders and lowered her body onto his cock. Her warm pussy accepted his large, thick shaft as she squeezed his shoulders at the incredible feeling of Devon filling her.
Something cool and wet hit her back entrance before she’d even fully seated herself. Her eyes opened wide as Kieran rimmed her back entrance with a lubed finger. “Relax, darlin’,” Kieran whispered and then worked the tip in.
Devon moved his hands over her back and helped to adjust her so her chest pressed to his. Her head rested on his shoulder and she felt his hot breath on her neck. “Stay just like this.” Devon’s voice came out with a lisp, as if there was something in his mouth.
She kissed his smooth skin and then felt his hands grip her hips. He lifted her up and then pulled her back down. The angle had his cock hitting her G-spot and she struggled to stay in the position he wanted her in. It felt so wonderful she groaned as her pussy ached for the head of his cock to stroke over her sensitive nerves.
Kieran’s hands rested on her shoulder blades and she felt trapped. Her pussy tightened around Devon’s cock as the helplessness of her situation dawned on her. She could try and lift off Devon,
but the Vampires were far too strong. She was powerless to do anything but take what they wished to give her. The powerlessness fed her arousal and she groaned once again.
Finally, Devon moved her hard and fast on his cock until she came with a cry. Small jolts of pleasure flashed across her body as Devon’s movements slowed. She felt his tongue stroke over her neck and swirl. He opened his mouth wide and he growled as he drove his fangs deep into her flesh.
She gasped and arched as she gripped his hair in her fist. “Oh god,” she wailed with a strangled cry. Her hips bucked and her pussy clenched around Devon’s cock as waves of bliss like she had never known before had her mewling. She was imprisoned between them, almost held motionless as Devon fed on her and his cock stroked over her G-spot. Spots appeared in her vision as her voice filled the air, the song of their mating.
She could only lie there and moan as Devon’s hips pumped into her hard and deep. She heard his own moans as he sucked and swallowed.
Kieran backed away, and Devon pulled his mouth away from her neck. He licked her wound several times and then he flipped her over. The movement was so fast, the room blurred for a moment.
Devon’s fangs here elongated and his lips were deep red. He lifted her hips and fucked her with a ferocious expression fit for an apex predator. He lifted his wrist up to his mouth and bit into it. “Drink.” He pressed his bleeding wrist up to her mouth and his spicy sweet blood filled her mouth.
He arched his back and cried out as his cock pulsed deep within her pussy. They both lay entwined with each other as aftershocks pulsed within her core. “Mine.” Devon kissed Rachel’s nose. “Mine, all mine.” The look in his eyes was far more than simple possession. She had no doubt that he loved and cherished her.
“All yours,” she agreed as she heard Kieran in the bathroom running the sink and heard the sound of hands rubbing together as he scrubbed his hands.
When Devon finally lifted off her and went to clean himself up, Kieran was there with hot wash clothes and a basin of warm water. His gaze was full of love as he cleaned the sweat and evidence of their lovemaking.
“Let me lick your wound a bit more.”
She couldn’t reply if she wanted to as he licked her bite wound, making Rachel shiver at the tickle of his breath. Finally, her body came down off the sexual high and she said, “It doesn’t hurt.”
“No, it’s almost healed. Vampire saliva heals our bite wounds quickly. It’s how we stayed undetected before we paid donors. Do you still want me forever? If it was too much, and you don’t want two mates, I won’t force you, darlin’,” Kieran asked and Rachel nearly wept at the vulnerability she saw in his eyes. He was such a charmer, but she could destroy him with one word right now. She’d never dream of saying such a lie though. She couldn’t deny him any more than a mom could deny one child over another.
The deep love she felt for both of them burned bright and steady. The feelings she had for him nearly overwhelmed her. Tears filled her eyes at the emotion. “I love you, Kieran. Come and make me yours.”
Kieran groaned as he moved her to her back and thrust into her. “Mine.” His mouth opened and his appearance turned slightly bestial, but she also saw the gentleness in his eyes. His teeth came down on her shoulder. She opened her eyes and white-hot pleasure engulfed her like a rampaging wildfire sweeps over the plains in late August.
Kieran’s cries were muffled against her body as Rachel screamed out her rapturous ecstasy. Kieran let go of her neck and licked her wound, healing it. He rolled them over and she felt cold lube on her backside again.
“Ours.” Devon snarled and then pushed the head of his cock slowly into her. Just as it started to burn, Devon lowered to her shoulder and bit down once again.
Her lungs burned as she felt wave after wave of heavenly bliss from the orgasms that overlapped. She moved, impaling herself fully on Devon’s cock and Kieran’s in her pussy. The sting of the quick stretching of the ring of muscle was a delicious distraction to the powerful climaxes exploding within her channel. And she could only shudder as the tremendous pleasure swamped her. The pain from her forcing Devon inside her back entrance only intensified the orgasmic heat that flooded her senses.
Devon’s hands caressed her soft, rounded buttocks as he kept his fangs embedded in her skin.
“Don’t move, baby. Just feel.” Kieran caressed her skin as she let out convulsive gasps for air. She could feel her pussy pulsating as tidal waves of orgasmic delight rippled through her.
When she thought she would surely die from the overwhelming pleasure, Devon released her and licked the wound. “Ours,” Kieran growled in a barely human tone.
Devon leaned back, pulling her up with him and then lifted her before shoving her down onto their rigid shafts. She couldn’t move her own body as Kieran and Devon both held her in their grasp.
They pounded into her, their cocks branding her as theirs as she raised her face to the ceiling and wailed, pain and pleasure morphed to the point she couldn’t tell the difference.
Her body tightened until she felt like a coiled spring that waited for the trigger that would make her fly once again. Kieran shifted his hips and hit that magical spot within her core and her vision went black. She heard a roaring like a hungry lion that found a plump animal to feast on.
Rachel’s body shuddered as blasts of light cascaded over her and her muscles locked around their iron shafts.
Finally, they collapsed into a mass of sweaty, spent limbs. Aftershocks of her orgasms rippled through her body as she concentrated on breathing. “Wow,” she whispered after long minutes.
Kieran kissed her forehead. “Ours forever.”
Devon kissed her as her vision started to fade. “Fated mates joined at last.”
Chapter Thirteen
Hours later, around midnight if Rachel’s estimate of the time was correct, she sat in the hunting blind with Kieran while Devon patrolled around the land. Ever since they’d had that magical, almost otherworldly sex where they’d claimed her as their mate, neither one of them could keep their hands off her. If Devon wasn’t touching her, then Kieran was. She felt a connection to them that was deeper than anything she had experienced in her life. She could feel each of them in some way she could never put into words. The love they held for her was staggering. Had they felt this way before when she’d run from them? If so, the pain they felt must have been awful. Tears pricked her eyes as she thought of her own heartbreak.
To distract herself from the past she couldn’t change, she stared up at the stars for a moment. I’m not human. That thought was simply too hard to even comprehend. She certainly felt human, but how could she know for sure when she’d always been a magical being. Yerel said she was more sensitive to others, and her mom had always said she was a sensitive soul and very intuitive about other people. She could always read people like an open book, and no one else seemed to understand how she could tell so much about someone by just standing near them. Now it all made perfect sense.
Kieran’s fingers caressed her skin almost absently as she rested against his warm chest. Between the crickets’ chirping song and Kieran’s reassuring touch, that felt much like a cooling aloe on parched skin, she had the same floaty feeling that she experienced after a scene. It tingled slightly as if it couldn’t soak in enough of his cooling balm.
Rachel’s eyes closed and she drifted to sleep. The images hit her as soon as she entered REM sleep. The same bad dream hit until she heard Kieran’s voice pulling her from the nightmare.
“It’s okay, love. I have you. You’re safe.” Kieran’s touch and voice soothed her and eventually her fear subsided and she was able to slow her breathing down. “Once the medicine starts working, you won’t have such vivid dreams anymore.”
She couldn’t wait. They were happening less frequently now, but still, when she had them, they made her feel panicked and off all day. She struggled to find something else to fill her thoughts with, and she turned slightly. “How can you and Devon go out in
the sunlight?”
Kieran smiled at her. “A witch cast a spell on us. It protects our skin from the UV rays.”
That made sense to her. She’d still heard about Vampires who only roamed at night and hid in basements during the day. Some of Mortef’s Vampires came in looking horribly sun burnt after being in the sun. She wished they had burned in front of her as a little justice for the torment they put so many through.
“Do you really compel people?”
Kieran’s gaze moved to the stars for a moment before he answered. “A lot of us can, yes. I am stronger at reading emotions than compelling. Actually, the Alpha, Sam, is far better at it than both of us.”
Her questions faded as she watched him. She couldn’t take her eyes off his alluring lips. She knew personally how soft they were against hers. The thoughts of the ways his lips pleasured her had her core clenching and demanding another go round.
No, she told her demanding little pussy. They had to look out for demons. She thought of some of the questions she’d had but never seemed to find the right time to ask. “I saw you eating supper. How can you eat regular food?”
“Well, it’s like some things for you that are edible, but hold no nutritional content. They won’t kill you, but it does nothing for you either. Our bodies process the food and expel it. If we eat too much, we feel weak and sluggish and need to feed on our real nourishment more often.”
“Oh.” Rachel’s eyebrows rose. “How often do you need to feed?”
“Every week. Sometimes we can go a few weeks or so. We get weak though without blood. So, to maintain our strength, we feed once every week, and socially sip on blood when humans expect us to share their food.”
Kieran angled his head and his mouth claimed hers, silencing her other questions. His satin tongue surged into her mouth, and their tongues danced, eliciting a moan from her. When she was breathless with need, he released her to nibble on her lips.
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