Vampire's Embrace: A Vampire Queen Series Novel

by Joey W. Hill

  Nina complied. She tensed as Tane wrapped something around her thighs above the knee. A slight shift revealed that there was now a bar between them, keeping her spread. Her breath shortened and her fingers curled into the comforter.

  Alistair…

  Give yourself to me and this moment, Nina.

  “Count my strikes, pretty InhServ,” Anahera said. “Understand that you don’t jerk back from another servant when a Master or Mistress has ordered you to play together. Tane.”

  Nina yelped as something snapped over her buttock, stinging like three bees at once. “You make a noise like that again,” Anahera said conversationally, her grip on Nina’s nape tightening, “And I will gag you. Tane, again. And keep going.”

  Nina tightened up, wanting to tuck under, but the vampire female reached beneath her, stroking over her belly and down between her legs to capture her clit in fingers as clever as her servant’s tongue. She stroked Nina, pressed her thumb between her labia, teasing her channel so Nina’s hips lifted.

  Crack. Crack, crack, crack!

  Nina bit back on the cries, but nearly strangled herself doing so. Anahera continued to play between her legs as Alistair bent down and kissed her cheek, her mouth, put his fingers there so she could suck and bite on them in a frenzy of pain and arousal. All while Tane struck her with some kind of whip that turned her flesh to fire.

  Tears were running down her face. The pain was too much. She had to cry out. She simply had to. Then, after the latest pop where she was terrified she was going to shriek and earn that gag, the whip stopped. Tane’s mouth was cruising over the abused area, then he parted her buttocks and his mouth was on her rim.

  The same crazy response she’d felt when Alistair played in that area exploded like a deck of cards fluttering in all directions. She’d been able to hold back cries about the whip, but now moans strangled past her lips. She bit into Alistair’s palm and his hot breath on her ear preceded his lips on her neck. Anahera’s hand shifted from her nape to rest between her shoulder blades. Nina wailed with an overload of sensation as he bit, sinking his fangs in to hold her there and drink at once.

  “That’s a pretty girl,” Anahera crooned. “Now my Tane is going to fuck you, just as he was going to do before. And you will take it, beautiful InhServ. Every magnificent inch of his big cock. Ask for it and thank me.”

  Your Master wants to hear your pretty pleading, Nina. I want to see him take you. Know you do it to please me. I want to watch him take you to mindless release, knowing I will do the same to you afterward. Hold onto me and do it. Don’t think. Just feel. All of this serves me. Serves my desire for you.

  Tane’s tongue thrust into her, and his thick fingers took the place of his Mistress’s, pushing, flicking, twisting her clit lightly to send spears of near-orgasmic sensation through her.

  Nina floated in the desire-filled mists of Alistair’s mind and discovered she was everything there. He was immersed in all she was feeling…feeding on it, the way he fed on her blood.

  He’d intended it to work like a fantasy. Help her immerse herself in a world that would work for this if she didn’t allow reality to intrude. If the only reality she held onto was him. But her, her willingness to trust him and let go, was the magic carpet that took them both up beyond everything else, so there was nothing but a deep, endless pleasure. Because she was serving him. Caring for him. Keeping him sane and driving him mad at once, taking him away from anything dark and ugly. She was his shelter.

  It was a revelation, and one she wasn’t sure if he’d meant for her to see, for her to drift that deeply into him. Regardless, the words trembled from her. Uncertain, but still…she said them. “Yes…please. Please, Lady Anahera.”

  Anahera tsked. “Such a shameless girl, Alistair. Begging for another male’s cock. You’ll need to punish her for that.”

  “I will,” Alistair said with dark satisfaction. “I’ll remind her who she belongs to.”

  You think that whip was a challenge? I will bind you to the frame of my canopy bed and take a cane to you. Then have you over and over until dawn, until you can barely stand on your own. You’ll finish on your knees, with the comfort of my cock in your mouth, knowing you have served me well. And I will never let you go.

  You will stay with me, Nina.

  She let out a guttural cry as Tane drove into her, deep and wet. Her pussy contracted on him, her fists opening and closing against the bedding as she tried to hold back the orgasm. Not for him. Only for her Master. Only at his behest.

  Fucking right. You would have earned three times the punishment if you’d forgotten that. His blue eyes were fierce upon her face. Another male was inside her, taking her body, but he was right here, filling her vision, tangling images in her head of him inside her, pressing her to this bed, holding her against Anahera’s lap as he took his fill of her, relished the way she clawed at the bedding, her cries of pleasure.

  “Alistair,” Anahera said. Her voice was a throaty purr. “That matter of gratitude? I think I want it now.”

  A significant pause occurred between the two vampires, and then the tableau began to change. Tane shifted, removing himself from Nina with a tantalizing friction of his substantial cock against her channel and labia. As she was shuddering through that, his hands moved to her knees, and he unstrapped the spreader bar, took it away.

  “Come then, beauty,” he murmured, leaning over her.

  Alistair caressed her face, then took his hand away. As Tane drew her off his Mistress’s lap, Nina had to remember to unclench the bedding. The big male turned her in his arms and lifted her. Being face-to face with him like this brought some of her nervousness and panic back, but he spoke in a firm, not unkind voice. It was a voice that matched the man, deep and rolling thunder. “Legs around my hips.”

  With an impressive flex of his body and adjustment, he slid back into her before she could tense against it in this new, far more unsettlingly intimate pose. His Mistress no longer held her nape, but Tane did, cradling her skull. She kept her eyes down, not wanting to be pulled out of her head or away from Alistair by looking into another man’s eyes.

  But some of it did translate to her body. She realized Tane was holding her head because she had her palms against his chest, her biceps locked. If he hadn’t been supporting her, it would have put an uncomfortable strain on her head and neck.

  Then Alistair was at her back, his arm sliding around her waist between her and Tane, tightening, a reminder. Her elbows bent, her upper body melting back into her Master. He stepped close enough to Tane her breasts were against Tane’s chest, her shoulder blades against Alistair’s.

  And Alistair was naked.

  His firm abdomen pressed into her back, his erect cock nudging her buttock. He must have moved with vampire speed to divest himself of his clothing, and that was not the only preparation he’d made.

  He slid slick fingers into her rim, stretching her, stimulating her, reminding her of Tane’s mouth there moments before. I told you that each orifice you have belongs to me, first and last, did I not?

  Not in those words, but certainly in a variety of ways. A groan slipped from her lips and she caught the flash of arousal in Tane’s eyes. He pushed more deeply into her, a growl rumbling through his chest. He released his hold on her skull, and her head dropped back onto Alistair’s shoulder, so she was looking up at him. The tension in her body became something else as he re-captured her in his gaze, in his mind.

  “She’s a beautiful morsel,” Anahera purred, outside of Nina’s vision. “I think she’s rousing the beast in my servant.”

  Alistair didn’t reply. His focus remained upon her, and now his cock nudged against her opening. I am slick with oil, sweet nurse. Push out against me and relax. Accept me inside you, and you will not regret the journey, though the beginning might be bumpy.

  That could be said for a lot of things beyond this moment. If she thought of the whole of what was happening, she might come unraveled again. But she couldn’t de
ny the responses of her body. Or the demand of her Master.

  It wasn’t just training. She was beginning to think of him that way.

  The flare of heat in his mind, in his eyes, was volcanic.

  Alistair crushed his mouth down upon hers, parting her lips, his grip along her throat and jaw, taking possession once again. As his weight pressed her more firmly against Tane, his own body flush against the back of hers, he slowly eased his cock inside her. There was a burning feel, but he eased back and forward, back and forward, as Tane stroked.

  Now Anahera’s hands came around Alistair and captured Nina’s breasts, stroking, teasing the nipples, while Tane’s motion rubbed against her inside and out, making her body undulate and soften, relax and strain for more. Alistair pushed through the rings of muscle and he was all the way inside. It burned, but it felt good, too. She let out a long, low plea against his mouth, and he spoke against her lips.

  “Yes, sweet one. We’re all deep inside you now, but you’re the one holding us captive. Your wide eyes and soft lips, your frantic breaths. Hold still for me, and just feel.”

  She couldn’t. She just couldn’t. But she did, for the two men held her fast. Her body shuddered in their grasp, impaled, and Alistair’s face remained just above hers, mere inches between their eyes. She reached up with trembling fingers to touch his mouth. Something was unraveling, something raw and emotional, the origin point oddly enough where he was sunk deep inside her backside. Feelings unfolded like a field of butterflies with knife-edged wings, taking flight to leave cuts on her heart and soul.

  She wanted to plead with him for something nameless. To take her on journeys like this, moments far beyond the pain, that proved there was something more than uncertainty, fear and loneliness. That there would be some fixed point in the universe she could count upon, again and again, no matter what happened in this world she hadn’t chosen.

  But maybe no one chose this world. They each only made what choices in it they could. People asked so much of life, when so much was already given. If only they noticed.

  He kissed her fingers, let her play them upon his lips. You are my blessing, Nina. The one I didn’t expect.

  He kept saying she was his and his alone. In this moment, with those words in his mind, in his eyes…in his heart, they could have been in the middle of the most elaborate orgy the vampire world could devise, and all of it would just be amusement park rides they were enjoying together, just the two of them.

  But nothing was ever quite that easy, was it? Anahera was behind Alistair, bringing her body up as close to him as Alistair was to Nina. As the female vampire did that, her arms were lowered, shoulders moving as if adjusting something. Nina didn’t understand her intent until Alistair’s lips tightened, his body following suit. When he pressed into Nina in a reactionary move, his grunt, the shift of his body, the light in Anahera’s eyes, told Nina what was happening.

  Anahera had thrust into his arse, much like Nina had done into Stanley. From the tension in Alistair’s face, however, Nina suspected Anahera had not spent nearly as much time lubricating the shaft or easing into him.

  Anahera had donned a strap-on. She was…taking Alistair. “Gratitude.” The meaning of that word, what Alistair had offered, now made sense. Had he taken the brunt of it for her, this debasement by an equal Region Master? There was a victorious light in Anahera’s eyes that spoke of triumph over an adversary. A satisfaction that made Nina uneasy.

  Master…

  Anahera put her mouth to his shoulder, her fangs grazing over it. Nina felt Alistair tense in a different way now, and he shot a glittering gaze at the female vampire. Anahera smiled around her fangs, playful, and didn’t bite. She was just enjoying the threat of it.

  The etiquette of the vampire world might be beyond Nina’s comprehension to understand. But Alistair kept breaking it down for her, bringing it back to one simple basic. The Mistress had taught it to her from the very beginning. Nina had treated it like learning multiplication tables or taking medicine one didn’t want to take. But now she knew that most important lesson was as much a gift to the servant as to the vampire.

  What will please your Master…

  She couldn’t do as he could, gain pleasure from watching another woman take him, because it was a power play, something intended to teach him a lesson. She didn’t know how to help. But Alistair watched her with avid, obvious satisfaction as her climax built from Tane and his stroking, from the movement of their hands upon her, the whole lust-saturated situation. Anahera looked at her, too. At Tane, at Alistair, enjoying all of them, her lovely face getting more concentrated as she pushed into Alistair, the impact on her own body building.

  Alistair cupped the side of Nina’s face, thumb tilting her chin up then pressing against her parted lips. She drew in breath, his scent. Those blue, blue eyes.

  Do not be distressed on my behalf, Nina. I know what I am doing.

  She didn’t doubt that. She was starting to believe the man never had an uncalculated moment. Except perhaps…with her. She stroked her fingers over his lips again.

  You can use my mind as a haven too, if it makes things easier to bear. I don’t mind being your shelter.

  When she spoke the words in his mind, it was as if she’d flipped a switch. Every shield dropped out of his mind, revealing a violent tornado of raw emotion. She’d seen hints of it before, but it was impossible not to see this for what it was, an open wound that had not been treated, that was hemorrhaging. Then it was gone, and she felt only his tender appreciation for her kindness. It was such a civilized contrast, she knew it was a façade covering that storm of feelings.

  She didn’t want him to close that door against her. She wasn’t a child. She might have trouble with the rest of it, true, but she could handle whatever was inside him.

  A child’s desire to help is a selfless act of caring, a rare treasure in a moment like this. Don’t discount it. And don’t bite off more than you can chew, sweet nurse.

  He closed his eyes as Nina moved her fingers up to his brow, back to his lips, and then settled them on the base of his throat, fingers digging in as he pushed deeper into her at the same moment Tane did.

  “She’s at a lovely angle to attend to her breasts again, Tane.”

  “Yes, my lord. You read my mind.” Tane’s eyes glittered and he dipped his head, using one hand to grip Nina’s breast and tilt it to his mouth, the squeezing pressure adding to the sensation as he closed his lips over her nipple.

  “Oh…” Nina’s thoughts fled again as her body spasmed in reaction, arching up into the firm hold of both men’s hands.

  “Reading his mind is my job,” Anahera chuckled, and thrust into Alistair hard enough to earn another grunt from him. As well as Nina, when the movement shoved both men further into her. “Gods, you have such a nice, tight arse, Alistair. As good as my Tane’s.” Her long-nailed hands ran down his biceps, stroked. “I tie him up when I take his.”

  “Good luck doing that to me.” Alistair kept his gaze on Nina. His face was tighter now, his voice rough.

  How did he think through all this? Tane’s mouth played over one nipple, then the other, his hands squeezing and tugging. Whereas Alistair started moving in and out more freely in Nina’s arse, making that crazy friction feeling grow. Oh…it felt so… Oh God.

  Alistair’s eyes lit with pleasure, easing that tense expression. “Look at her, Anahera,” he murmured. “She didn’t realize it would feel like this, to have someone in her arse. She’s about to go wild.”

  He clasped her throat again, put his fangs there and teased, nipped. His tongue and fangs were another erotic stimulation that drove her up into places she didn’t expect. Anahera’s hand slid under Alistair’s arm, over his chest, playing over his nipple before moving to clasp Nina’s biceps, hold her pinned back against her Master. Every time the Mistress thrust, she pulled back on Nina, a thumping, strong rhythm that Tane matched and Alistair countered, the friction sending Nina screaming toward a destination
she wasn’t sure how to manage.

  There is no managing. You let go for me. Right now.

  She wanted to see him let go. Wanted him to lose control with her, take her over, she realized. Feel his strength, his command, his desire to take everything from her. It made no sense, her wanting to hold onto everything of herself she could, while an equally strong part wanted to simply open and give it all into his keeping. She was torn between the two, and a fearful, dark part of her wanted him to take the choice. What was wrong with her?

  Nothing at all. They’re all you, Nina. Blessed, fucking treasure. Now. Your Master is commanding you. Let go.

  He did just as that odd part of her wanted. He took the choice, forced the issue, pushing her off the edge into the swirling abyss of heat and pleasure. He changed his angle, and gripped her breast beneath Tane’s jaw. Alistair pulled upward on the curve to both take it deeper into Tane’s mouth and to add strain, a little discomfort but a lot of demand to the gesture.

  It was the final straw. She came, gushing around Tane’s cock, her arse and cunt tightening on both men. Alistair let out a guttural groan as Anahera pushed him toward that pinnacle as well, with driving strokes, the sweep of her hands over Alistair’s body that often included Nina in the caresses, the scrapes of her nails.

  Nina was screaming, lost, bucking against all of them, but they moved with her, a turbulent sea. She had no control over the arc of the climax, how long it stayed flying through the clouds. A rushing descent toward ground and a loop, and she was flying again. Screaming, her throat hoarse, her body shuddering and quivering.

  She was aware that the others came directly after her, part of what kept driving her up and onward. Tane’s release bathed her cervix, and then Alistair jetted into her arse, teasing all those sensitive nerve endings. Anahera came last, crying out her orgasm like a bird cry, pressing against Alistair so that he penetrated Nina more deeply.