by Skye Jones
Worse, he didn’t believe anything that bitch Sienna said and doubted her story about the vanilla old guy they supposedly wanted Milly to be with now. No, they likely still wanted her to become a fuck-toy for a group of violent, messed up, politicos just so she could get in their heads.
It meant her staying with him became even more important, which in turn meant he had to stop being as impatient with her. He sighed. Time to man up and go give her an apology.
He stormed out of his room and headed down the stairs. After checking each room, he began to experience a moment of mild panic, but instead, he focused on her. Thought of her and tried to connect. Not to get in her brain, she’d go ape shit if he did that again, but to simply feel her presence and where she was.
After about a minute of trying to calm himself down enough to pick up on her energy, he felt an echo of her. She was with Alex.
He pulled away before he could connect with her any further and risk slipping inside her mind again, and headed for the kitchen.
Stalking into the room, he saw Doc at the table eating a massive sandwich, Ben next to him with a plate of cookies and a glass of milk as if he were a kid. Jackson gave them a brief nod but didn’t stop on his way to his destination. He opened the door to the stairs down to Alex’s lair, soon to be theirs if he could bear to live underground. He’d begun to wonder if there would be a way to bring Alex upstairs instead, get those shutters one of the guys had mentioned.
Reaching the door to Alex’s living space he didn’t pause to knock; they often barged in on one another. Hell, they’d spent years together with little privacy.
The sight that greeted him when he entered Alex’s space shocked the shit out of him.
He stood, slack jawed, and watched as Milly, sweet, naïve Milly, rode Alex like a champ. His gaze zeroed in on where her wet pussy slid up and down on Alex’s engorged cock, and he bit back a groan.
Alex’s face looked almost pained, and Jackson knew from the many times they’d shared a female that his friend was about to come.
“Oh, gods,” Alex moaned and came hard as Milly writhed against him, finding her own release if her whimpers were anything to go by.
Jackson’s second groan he couldn’t stop. Alex jerked his head up to lock gazes with him.
“Crap!” Milly whipped her head around, and her cheeks were bright red.
“It’s okay, baby.” He grinned. “I enjoyed the show.”
“Why don’t you come and join us?” Alex drawled, looking completely spent.
Jackson stepped farther into the room and scented the air. “You drank her blood?”
Alex nodded. “A taste, that’s all. You were curious, weren’t you, Milly?”
“Yes,” she said with a small smile.
Jackson couldn’t resist, he needed to touch her. He felt a roar of triumph at her actions; she’d let Alex drink from her. Hell, he’d not thought she would, and then they’d fucked. She might have moments of uncertainty still, but she was slowly and surely becoming theirs in a way she’d never be able to undo.
She was naked, and when he reached her and pulled her into his arms for a kiss, he realized she was warm too. He slid his palms down her silky back, to where her waist dipped before flaring out over her hips and ass. She had the most gorgeous lower back he’d ever seen.
Milly wriggled against him, rubbing her body on him. The little minx was still all het up and hungry from her encounter with Alex. Being fed from made women go crazy. He had at times wanted to find a female vamp, simply to experience what was so hot about it. Not that it would happen now. He didn’t even want to look at another female now that he had Milly.
He’d spent the last couple of weeks tamping down every single domineering instinct he had, but no more. Not right now, not in this room.
Alex had fucked her bare, as had he, and she hadn’t said anything about it. Was that more naivety, or didn’t she care? She knew they didn’t get diseases and that there was something amiss fertility wise, but she didn’t know Doc’s second tests showed the same result as the first. That she most likely couldn’t get pregnant. It still meant there might be a small chance she could though. Without expensive scans nothing was absolutely conclusive. Maybe she didn’t care if she got pregnant? Which meant she found them a lot less freaky than Jackson at times feared.
A pang of guilt nipped at him when he thought about the second test Doc had run, and he swore to himself he’d talk to Milly tomorrow for definite. He hated the idea of hurting her, but Milly needed to know the second test reflected the results of the first.
Right then, all he wanted was to take her.
He pushed Milly to the floor, knowing the carpet Alex had was thick and soft as a sheepskin rug. It wouldn’t hurt her.
Then he pulled himself free of his trousers. He didn’t bother to get undressed, but simply pulled his aching dick out and crawled up Milly’s body, dropping random kisses on her overheated skin as he went.
She smelled of sex, herself, Alex, and soon he’d be added to the mix. The thought nearly had him coming there and then, but he got control of himself.
Reaching the right position, he used his knees to knock her legs wider apart. She let him, all languid and sated but still wanting more. Her pussy was swollen and wet, and he wanted to taste her, but he needed to be inside her more.
This time he didn’t take it easy. This time he slid inside in one smooth thrust, and she welcomed him with a cry of pleasure mixed with pain. It wouldn’t hurt for long, he’d make sure of that.
Lowering one hand to between their legs, he circled her clit with his middle finger as he pulled out and then pushed back in.
“God, yes, Jackson.” Her eyes were closed, but she knew who owned her in this moment. Who took control of her body and her pleasure. Who claimed her. He’d fuck her so good she’d never want to leave them.
“I’m sorry I got mad at you,” he whispered in her ear, a marked contrast as he savagely fucked her, and she replied by kissing his cheek. Somehow the gesture inflamed him even more.
He set up a punishing rhythm, and the sounds of them coupling filled the room. Milly wrapped her legs around his waist and ass, her arms around his shoulders, and urged him on.
Christ, it wouldn’t take him long.
“Oh, oh, oh,” Milly moaned and pushed her mound against his belly as she came, grinding against his finger and his cock.
He grunted and found his own release, filling her up.
After, when he held her as her breathing calmed, Jackson found Alex’s gaze and they exchanged a momentary understanding. The other man might be acting calm and rational, but he was as in this as Jackson, and Alex had no intention of letting her go either.
Chapter Nine
Milly: When everything is a lie
I spent the day after my interlude with Jackson and Alex walking on air. In Alex, I had found not only a lover, but someone I thought could become a friend. Jackson wasn’t my friend. He was my protector, my scary guardian angel, and the man who made my heart beat quicker each time I saw him.
Alex turned me on too, but he also made me feel like I could talk to him about anything. For that reason, I found myself at his door when the evening fell, knocking hesitantly, wondering if he were already awake.
He answered the door dressed only in silk boxer shorts, and I swallowed as my gaze ran the length of his delicious body. He had a grace to him that the bigger guys didn’t possess. I could imagine him as a male ballet dancer, if he’d been born human.
“Milly, what a pleasant surprise.” He stood back and swept his arm into the room. “Do come in.”
I walked over the threshold to the place where only yesterday I had let myself be ravaged by two men after letting one of them drink my blood. Mum would not be happy if she knew the depravities I had sunk to.
The thought made me smile a little, but it fell from my face when I remembered what I was there to discuss.
“To what do I owe this pleasure?” Alex smiled at me. “
More tea?”
“No, I mean, tea is nice if you’re making it, but I’m not here for tea.”
“Oh?”
I realized how it might sound and quickly pushed on. “I want to talk to you, about something a bit… delicate.”
“Okay, of course.”
He gestured for me to sit down. “Give me a moment to put something on.”
After disappearing into the bedroom for a moment, he came back wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. They were different to the ones that Jackson and Ben wore, though, not thick cotton. The pants were soft wool, and the top looked like a Henley, but in a fine knit. They were expensive; I could tell simply by looking at them.
“So you want to talk to me?” Alex gave me a smile and leaned back in that relaxed but elegant way of his.
“Yeah. Erm, when Doc did my bloods there was an anomaly that might mean I can’t have children. I want to know if that’s how I was born, or something that was done to me when I was in the hospital. Will you come with me to talk to Doc and Jackson about it? I want Doc to do more tests than simply repeat bloods, which he might have already done. They took more blood, but I don’t think they sent it off because they haven’t mentioned it. I want to know if there’s a chance at all of having kids, and if not, if it’s simply a twist of fate, or if it was done to me. It might mean breaking into a hospital or other facility?” I felt childish in one way asking him to come with me, but Alex had started to feel like a friend to me. I wanted someone there to have my back if I got all wobbly during the conversation.
He nodded, his face serious. “Of course. I will come with you. They won’t say no, though. It might simply take time for them to get the information or find a place for these tests, but of course I will come with you. I can’t have children, unless I find a pure blood female vampire. Neither can Ben. Doc we’re not sure about. The only one we know can for sure is Jackson because they made him that way.”
Anger rose sharp and acrid in my belly. “They played God in more ways than one, didn’t they? They decided who could and couldn’t have kids?”
Alex gave a small sigh. “They did, and it is part of their population control antics, I believe. They did it with us vampires. Only a true blood vampire can create a new vampire life in that way. They can do so with a human, or other vamps, making them very powerful, but they were banned from doing so. The rest of us, if we want to create new vampires we have to turn humans, and again we’re forbidden from doing so. There are, maybe, ten pure blood vampires left out there in the world that we know of. Possibly, a handful more who are unaccounted for. It means my species is for all intents and purposes extinct.”
I saw the loss in his face, and I ached for him.
“You’re not a pure blood vampire?” I was surprised. I didn’t know there was any other kind.
“I’m old and very powerful, but no, not a true blooded vampire. The few who are, they’re like our royalty.” He sighed. “They did the same to us as they did to the Altereds they experimented on. I know Ben can’t procreate. They made it so he couldn’t on purpose when they experimented on him, which with how he changes is probably a good thing. We think they did to Doc too, but we can’t get his records, and the tests aren’t conclusive. Jackson, they made able to procreate as they were going to use him as a breeding machine at one point.”
Shit, so nearly all of us couldn’t procreate, me included if my results were bad again, but Jackson could. Maybe one day, the basic urge to do just that would override his loyalty to me and these men.
Alex took my hand. “I know what you’re thinking. It won’t happen, trust me.”
I nodded, but my fears didn’t go away.
“Come. We’ll find Doc and Jack and talk to them about seeing if they can do more tests on you. Okay?”
I bit my lip but nodded. “Okay.”
We found them in the library. Doc gave me a big kiss on the lips, shocking me with the intimacy. He wasn’t normally so demonstrative. Then again, we hadn’t settled into anything that felt normal. It wasn’t as if I kissed all the guys goodbye in the morning as they set off for work, and then had dinner on the table for them all when they came home. The whole thing was strange. I’d had sexual encounters with all of them, but with the exception of Jackson, who treated me as if I was his… well, just his, the others didn’t tend to touch me or kiss me at will.
“This is weird,” I said, voicing my thoughts.
“What is?” Jackson was pouring over a sheaf of papers, reading something or other. He’d been in a serious mood for days now. Distracted, a little bad tempered.
“This whole thing. We keep getting into these moments where we make love, one or two of us, or even three, but then we go back to acting more like friends. I don’t know where I stand.”
“The only reason we aren’t pawing at you day and night is because we aren’t sure you’d like it, and we know you are worried what your parents think,” Doc said. “If we kiss you and hug you at will, and they see, we know you might be embarrassed or upset. Trust me, we’d be touching you all the time if we felt you wanted it.”
His words made me feel a whole lot better. As if on cue, the library door opened and my mum sauntered in. I stared at her in shock. She had red hair, deep red hair, it curled down her back, and she wore makeup, along with a beautiful dress that flattered her slim curves. I felt dowdy in comparison.
“Where did you get the clothes?” I asked.
She walked by, right up to Jackson and put her hand on his arm. “Jackson here got them for me, and hair dye and makeup too. You didn’t tell me quite how enterprising these men of yours were.”
Her fingers stroked Jackson’s upper arm, and he shrugged her off. I bit my cheek to stop myself from saying something awful. This woman! She was meant to be my mother, the person who cared most for me in the world, but something told me if Jackson looked her way, she’d be all over him.
Maybe he would look her way, after all she presented a stunning figure in her new clothes and new hair. A fertile, stunning figure.
As if he read my mind, although he didn’t because I didn’t get the itching, Jackson closed the papers he’d been reading and came to stand by my side. He put his arm around me, pulled me into him, and dropped a kiss on my head. Mum smiled but it was brittle. Oh God, did she really want the man who had claimed me?
Poor Dad. Was he nothing more than a means to an end for her these days?
“What are you reading?” I asked Jackson as he moved back to the table to roll up his papers.
“Nothing.” He shrugged, but I could hear the lie in his voice, see it in the way his eyes slid from me to look anywhere else.
I thought about how tired he’d been, how something was going on, but he didn’t want to share.
Then it happened. The same way it had with Doc. I didn’t try; one moment I was watching Jackson, trying to figure him out, the next the room jolted, and I was in his mind.
I tried to get out of there because I was sure he’d be able to feel me the same way I did him, but then I saw something that made me stop trying to escape. In fact, it made me want to look more.
So I did.
Carefully, casually almost, I began to examine the thoughts running through Jackson’s brain. He was thinking about me. Specifically, about what his superiors were going to do with me.
There were men in a room, lots of them, and they were watching… me. They were watching me, and, oh God, I was tied to a cross, one that made an X. I was covered in marks, some were red and looked fresh, others were old, bruised. The men had been whipping me, one still held a crop in his hands.
Then the image changed, thankfully because I had started to tremble where I stood. Now Jackson was seeing a woman, a beautiful one, and she and him were… they were making love. Fucking. It was raw and passionate, and it hurt my heart to see it.
“When you get our little blonde princess from the compound, don’t forget you’ll need to train her.” The brunette smiled as she spoke.
> “I know.” He kissed her full lips and smirked. “In more ways than one.”
Jackson’s mind flitted again to something mundane, wondering about what to prepare for our evening meal; the traitor.
My blood turned to icy sludge in my veins, running cold and making me quake. I’d trusted them. Fallen for them. I’d been wrong. So wrong. And worse, I’d brought my parents and Tils here. How could I be so stupid?
I had to do something.
Still in Jackson’s mind, I tried to get out of there before he felt me. At that moment, his thoughts changed once more. He was thinking about medical results. My results. It was most likely that I couldn’t bear children because Doc had run the secondary bloods and they said the same as the first lot, and Jackson knew. But he hadn’t told me.
It was the final proof I needed that these men were playing a game. Playing me, and I’d fallen for it, hook, line, and sinker.
I didn’t hang around to see anymore. My heart shattered. Right there in the beautiful room with the wondrous selection of books, my mother, and three deadly, handsome men, I broke.
“Excuse me, nature calls.” I gave the only excuse I could think of, saying I needed a pee, and rushed out of the room tearing myself out of Jackson’s murky thoughts as I did.
I ran straight to my bedroom, tears pouring from my eyes, and went inside, where thankfully Tils lay on the bed, snoozing. I needed her friendly face and the familiar smell of her as I buried my face in her fur and sobbed my heart out.
This was all a trick.
A lie.
Jackson was fucking his superior and he’d planned to train me all along, not only it seemed in reading minds, but in much darker arts. When had he been planning on doing this?
Or had he decided he couldn’t and did find himself having real feelings for me?
Not that it made it any less of a betrayal. He’d been going to hand me over to sick men who would hurt me repeatedly. He’d brought me here to this mansion of theirs knowing as much.