“If you are good, I will give you what you want.”
She jerked against her restraints. “I don’t want this.”
He pulled cream from her cunt and lifted it to her lips, wiping it across them slowly. “This says otherwise, my light.”
He bent and licked the cream from her lips, taking time to kiss her while he was there. Their tongues mated as their bodies soon would. For as defiant as Hannah was, she returned his kiss with passion. He rubbed his cock against her thigh and dry-fucked her leg. She bucked against him, her breathing growing rapid. He wanted to come all over her body and see her glistening with his seed, but he held back.
Her tits bounced, her nipples scraping his chest. The temptation to toy with them was too great to resist. She shook her head as he began kneading her breasts and showering kisses over them. He nipped playfully at her creamy skin, careful not to draw blood for fear of bonding completely with her.
Dragging his hands down her sides, he fought to keep from coming as her body responded to his touch. She whimpered as his face came to just above her pussy. He locked gazes with her. “Submit to me. Tell me that you want me to take you. Show me you’ll accept who I truly am, my light.”
Shocked by his use of the pet name again and the fact he seemed to be seeking her approval on being born a vampire, Keane moved back onto his knees.
Hannah stared down the length of herself at him and for the first time since he’d tied her down, she smiled. “You don’t get it. I want you, but not like this. Not the way you’ve taken other—” She closed her eyes. “—women.”
*
Keane stared around the room and realized he was doing just that. He was trying to objectify her to stay removed from what was happening. He had played this scenario out with human women before, tying them down, fucking and sucking from them. Yes, they enjoyed it, but they rarely lived to tell the tale, and Hannah knew as much. He’d been foolish enough to partially bond with her, allowing her access to his memories.
Parting her legs, he stared down at the sight of her pussy spread out before him. A tiny thatch of hair ran in a strip over her mound. Her clit was swollen and it was easy to see she was excited. He took a deep breath, hoping to regain his focus and do what he did best, use a woman and be done with her.
Her sweet scent filled his head and left his mouth watering with the urge to bite her. His eyes snapped open and he saw how tiny she looked on the oversized bed, how vulnerable she was. It had seemed erotic before, knowing the power he had over the women he bedded. In many ways, it still was, but the difference was he cared how Hannah viewed him.
He glanced at the floor to The Devil coin and knew then it had been a warning to him that this change would occur. Never had he hated himself more. The darkness he carried within wasn’t something he could ever rid himself of, nor was Hannah. There would be no disposing of her. No sharing her with his brother.
Tipping his head back, he roared with defeat. She screamed, jerking against her restraints. He sensed her pain as they dug into her tender flesh.
He scrambled forward, leaned over her and touched her bound wrists. He undid them. Lifting Hannah from a bed he and his brothers used often to fuck and suck human women, he drew upon his power, mystically moving himself and Hannah to his personal bedchamber, where no woman had ever been before.
Except for now.
She gasped and he held her closer. “Shhh, you are safe, my light.”
Hannah moved her hands down and rubbed her wrists. The red marks on them bothered Keane. He laid her out on his bed and he lifted her wrist, kissing it lightly. “Hannah, I...”
“No,” she said, pressing her finger to his lips as she stared around his room. Tears came to her eyes and Keane opened his mouth to speak. She silenced him again and licked her lower lip. “I’m happy, Keane. They’re good tears.”
He arched a brow. “You are happy I was going to force myself on you?”
“I’m happy you regained control of yourself and didn’t force yourself on me.” She lifted her head and cupped his face, pulling him towards her. “Kiss me.”
His cock bobbed, its head pressing to her soaked cunt as he gave in, kissing her. Confused, he tried to rationalize what was happening and where the sudden change in demeanor had come from. He had no answers. The only things he did have were her willing kisses and seemingly eager body.
Hannah tugged at the back of his neck, pulling him even more on top of her. He smiled, his lips pressed to hers. “Mmm, my light?”
She broke the kiss momentarily and reached between them, taking hold of his prick and guiding it to her heated core.
He shook his head. “Not like this. Not with the taint of what I tried to do to you still on me.”
“Shhh,” she whispered, pulling on him more.
The lure of her depths was too great. He eased in, her pussy so tight it nearly made him spill his seed. The swollen lips of her cunt held firm to him as he seated himself fully in her. A more divine paradise he’d never known. “Hannah,” he said, her name falling softly from his lips.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and touched his cheek before kissing him. He moved in and out of her, kissing her while his balls tightened, threatening to explode. She was perfection, pure and simple. He pumped himself, savoring every moment he was permitted to be within her lush body. He lost himself in it all, unsure how long they were there, holding one another, kissing one another, sharing one another. All he knew was that while he was in her, he felt free of the heavy burden and darkness that seemed forever to shroud him. He felt...alive.
He pumped his cock into her, gathering her moans with his mouth, kissing them away. She bit at his lower lip and he smiled. She did as well, their gazes locking. Feelings he couldn’t explain tried to surface. He continued thrusting into her receptive body. Normally, he was a man whose prowess was legendary. He could go for an entire night, controlling when or if he reached orgasm. With Hannah, he fought for every second of control he held. His body wanted to explode and he knew he’d be powerless to stop it. Keane had never suffered from ejaculating so quickly before and clenched his jaw in hopes of keeping his orgasm at bay long enough to see to Hannah’s needs.
The moment she began to rock beneath him, countering his moves, he lost control, slamming into her, his body suddenly ablaze and his willpower gone. She cried out, digging her nails into the flesh of his backside as her pussy fluttered around his cock. The nip of pain only added to the overwhelming need to bathe her in his cum. Instead of withdrawing from her body, Keane rammed into her, settling there, deep within her, jetting his seed.
He remained buried in her silken folds and put his forehead to hers. Their kiss was tender and he found his cock hardening again at an alarming rate. Hannah sucked on his lower lip and smiled. “Mmm, I think he wants to play more.”
“I believe you are correct,” Keane said, propping his upper body up so he could stare down at her.
Her upper body was flushed from their actions. She looked like a thoroughly satisfied woman.
“Are you sore?” he inquired, worried after her wellbeing.
She ran her smooth fingers over his jaw. “A little, but I don’t want you to stop.”
“Good.” He memorized her eyes, getting lost in them as he stared down at her. “You are so incredibly beautiful, my light.”
The pink on her cheeks, neck and upper body deepened and he knew she was embarrassed by his remark. She shouldn’t be. It was true.
“I have no wish to leave your body,” he confessed.
She skimmed her hands over his back and then his hips. “Mmm, then don’t. Stay right here and make love to me again, Keane.”
Make love to her?
The words left him cold and his cock limp. He moved off her quickly and stalked towards the door. Distance was in order. There could be no more talk of love.
Hannah whimpered, but he refused to look at her as he slammed the door behind him and came face-to-face with his brother who was pale
, shaking and pacing the hall.
“Janco?”
“Brother, do not react in anger when I tell you this.”
Keane guessed he would if Janco felt the need to say such a thing. “Go on.”
Janco looked to the closed door that Hannah lay just beyond. “Your woman—who I am guessing you have realized is your mate.”
Keane’s gut tightened. He nodded.
“The pull to her is strong.” Janco cleared his throat. “My pull to her is strong.”
Keane gasped. He nearly reacted violently, the way Janco had predicted he would. Somehow he held back. He calmed himself, noting his brother’s condition.
Chapter Nine
Hannah stood at the door, peeking through its crack, listening as Keane spoke to the man she now understood was his brother. Janco looked sickly, as if something was very, very wrong. As hurt as she was that Keane had bolted from the room, and as much as she wanted answers as to why, her gut told her something was dreadfully wrong with Janco.
Keane worried his brow and tipped his head. “You have bonded in some fashion to my mate?”
“Hannah has pull over me,” Janco replied. “I did not mean for it to be so, brother. Please know that.”
Hannah held firm to the gasp wanting to come. Mate? She was a true mate to a vampire? No. That couldn’t be. Natural-born slayers weren’t mate material for the undead club.
Were they?
The more she thought on it, the more right it felt. A sinking feeling came over her. How was she going to explain her mate to her slayer friends? And how was she going to convince them to keep their stakes put away?
It was a worry for another day. Now she had more pressing things to be concerned about, like Janco’s health. She continued to watch through the cracked-open door.
Janco bent, gripping his stomach as if in pain. “You’ve started the bonding with her, haven’t you?”
Keane sighed. “I have. I did not wish to.”
Hannah knew she should be hurt by his words, but she understood his fears even without being told them. It was all too much for her as well. And the very sight of his brother in so much pain moved her. She wanted to run to them both and swear it would be all right. That they could somehow fix everything, when in actuality she wasn’t even sure what was broken.
Janco wiped sweat from his brow. “I felt it when you took her. I felt you fighting the urge to feed from her—to fully claim her. I felt the hunger as if it were my own. I had planned to be here when she woke but, Keane, my demon, it wants free, it wishes to lay claim to her as well. I am not safe to be around.”
“To deny such a thing would be...” Keane paused, surveying his brother. “Torturous.”
Janco nodded, bending further, holding his stomach more. “My demon dances near the surface, brother. Chain me away for everyone’s sake.”
“I will not,” Keane responded.
“If you do not, I could harm your mate,” Janco pleaded.
Keane sighed. “You would not harm her. You would fuck her. There is a difference.”
Hannah gasped, unable to hold it in anymore. The men looked in her direction and she opened the door, stepping out and into the hallway, wearing only the sheet she’d grabbed from the bed.
“Is he all right?” she asked, motioning to Janco but speaking to Keane.
Keane shook his head. “No.”
“My brother is within his rights to kill me,” Janco said, still clutching his stomach. “I did not mean to be drawn to you. I swear it.”
Hannah moved forward quickly, touching his shoulder. As she made contact with him, his gaze locked onto her. A strange buzzing sensation passed between them. She understood that in the supernatural community that meant something, she just wasn’t sure what exactly. “No one is killing anyone.”
Janco narrowed his gaze on her. “You are very calm, yet I am aware that you have knowledge of what we are.”
She kept a hand on him but looked to Keane. “Apparently you both think I’m Keane’s mate.”
“You are,” Janco said flatly.
Keane nodded as if it were the hardest thing he’d ever had to admit.
She swallowed hard and decided there was no better time than the present to spill her secret. “I’m a natural-born slayer.”
Silence greeted her.
She expected anger, fangs flashing, death, even. When Janco tossed his head back and laughed, she blinked several times. Keane’s laughter followed. Janco nudged his brother. “I thought the worst news was I’d somehow bonded to her as well.”
Keane snickered. “Telling the others I am wed to a slayer will be far more entertaining. Though, on a positive note, a natural-born slayer is immortal so she will not age.”
“Ah, but you are not wed to her,” Janco interjected. “You did not complete the claiming. So, you will have a very young looking girlfriend for eternity.”
Keane reached for Hannah and she went to him, easing the sheet partially around him to cover his nudity, even though he didn’t seem the least bit concerned with it. “I cannot claim her fully. To do so might be your death, brother. As much as I want her, I will not cause you more pain.”
Hannah touched Keane’s chest and went to her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “It’s okay. Explaining you to my friends and family wouldn’t go over well, either.”
His brow furrowed. “You think because I cannot claim you fully that I will allow you to walk out of my life?”
She nodded.
“My light, I cannot live without you. I feel...” He paused, seeming at a loss for the right words. “Great affection for you.”
Janco snorted. “You are in love with her, brother.”
Keane’s brows lifted and his lips pursed. “Yes. Love. We will find a way around the claiming. A way to make what we have official without harming Janco—at least until we can find out why he shares in this bond.”
She caressed his chest and snuggled against him, wanting to say she felt love and affection for him too, but she held back. “Maybe he needs a little light in his life too.”
Keane smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Perhaps.”
“Hey, I could totally have a brother sandwich,” she joked, nudging Keane slightly, wanting the somber mood to lighten.
He grabbed her and held her tight to him. He snarled. “Never suggest lying with another man. Ever.”
Janco touched Keane’s arm. “Brother, she said it only in jest. She holds no love or attraction for me. She radiates it for you, as a mate should.”
The pain Janco was clearly in moved Hannah. She closed her eyes a moment and steeled her nerves. When she looked at Keane, she squared her shoulders. “Deep down, I feel like we already know how to fix this.”
Janco sighed. “Hannah, no.”
“What? He didn’t want to hang out in there and make love to me,” she said, venom dripping from her words. “That is it, isn’t it, Keane? I said love and you freaked and ran. So why not share me with your brother? You’re not ready for anything real with me. Let me help your brother.”
Keane’s jaw set.
Janco moved between them. “Brother, be calm.”
“She believes I do not wish for something real with her.”
“Do you?” Janco asked.
Keane narrowed his gaze on his brother. “I do.”
“I noticed your issue was with her thinking you don’t want her, not with her offering to help me.” Janco swayed slightly.
Keane stared at her for the longest time and then bent his head, kissing her gently. “You would do this willingly for my brother?”
“I would.”
“See, you are the flip side of the coin,” he responded, kissing her again.
Chapter Ten
Hannah sat in the bed, her gaze going to the brothers. Keane seemed more at ease with what they were about to do. It was Janco who actually appeared somewhat nervous. Hannah ran her hands over her sheet-covered thighs, unease trickling through her. She’d come to Keane’s b
ed a virgin, and already she was about to have a threesome. Preyca would never believe her if she told her of this. First she’d have to break the news she was the mate of a vampire—not just any vamp either, a super-powerful one, and then that she’d banged his brother too.
She will call her aunt to exorcise my “demons” for sure.
Hannah took a long, deep breath and raked her gaze over the men. Keane was first to approach her and her body tensed with need for him. She knew the feel of him inside her and wanted to feel it again.
From the corner of her eye she noticed Janco easing his shirt off. His skin was as pale as Keane’s. His body as chiseled. Her mouth practically watered with want. Damn them for being so sexy. Janco’s dark hair flopped partially over one of his obsidian eyes. He stared at her while Keane bent and pushed the sheet from her breasts, exposing them to the men.
Hannah gasped, her face reddening. The only thing that kept her going was the obvious amount of pain Janco was in. She didn’t understand what was happening. How could she? All she knew was Janco hurt and Keane cared greatly for him. Therefore, deep down, she did too.
That much she did get. And there was no denying the strange connection she felt to Janco.
Keane’s lips found hers, chasing away some of the nervous energy. As his tongue eased into her mouth, she moaned, lying back, the sheet pulling down more. She stopped caring. His body moved over hers, his kisses coming faster, heating her body more and more. His hands caressed her body and then suddenly more hands where there, accompanying them. She panted, trying to catch her breath between kisses. It was all so overwhelming. So exhilarating.
Janco crawled onto the bed, his clothing gone, his cock bobbing near her head. Keane broke their kiss and turned her head. “Taste him.”
She opened her mouth and Janco eased closer, his cock bumping her cheek to start with and then finding its way to her open, waiting mouth. She sucked on him and Keane lined up with her cunt, driving in, filling her fully. She moaned around Janco’s cock and he gasped, his hands going to her hair. He pumped in and out of her mouth, controlling the movements as she was pinned on her back, his brother deep in her pussy. Keane took one of her nipples into his mouth and the pleasure rushed through her stomach, centering on her womb. She felt so good, so wanted, so wanton and free.
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