Die By the Drop: Shivers and Sins Volume 1

by Kaia Bennett

  Every hole, every fucking scream, they belong to me, Evie.

  I’m lost. My soul is lost. Hell’s too good for me now. Vaughn’s laugh—was it only in my mind?

  My defenses were permeable and Vaughn had seeped through them to fuck with my mind. I had to find a way to hold him at bay. But, impaled on his shaft—impossible. He drank deep, swallowing—stirring—my endless orgasm like a vengeful Poseidon. His laugh tolled in my head while the undertow dragged me deep.

  By God, if I drown, I’m taking you with me, Vaughn.

  Vaughn’s voice echoed in my head, as did his swift slaps against the shuddering globes of my ass. His spankings stung like a whip on my skin. My eyes watered with the pain, but I didn’t shrink away. Instead I arched my back and rocked back and forth to meet his thrusts. When Liam’s cock popped out of my mouth, I understood why we were shifting again, why Liam slid off the bed.

  Jesse entered the room. The leader hung back to observe how his friends devoured their treat.

  “Where do you want her?” Vaughn’s voice strained with tension. He pulled all the way out and shoved back into me. We may have been looking at the leader, but everyone knew who’d just made me scream. I crumpled into the mattress with a sob, shivering and melting over Vaughn’s relentless dick. I beat my fist against the unyielding mass and growled with frustration.

  I wanted my body back, but I felt like an abandoned shell. The beast cared only for power and survival. The girl had gone silent, her shame no match for Vaughn’s assault or the vampire blood crackling with life and need in every vein. That left only me, a series of holes, an untamed gift flaring and sputtering while I struggled to gain control.

  I’d let them all too far into my head, too deep into my veins.

  No, they forced themselves in. I didn’t give them anything. They took everything form me and now it’s time for me to focus.

  If I want to take something back, I can’t quit. I have to fight. I have to.

  The only way out is through.

  I refused to quit. They could steal pleasure from me, but they would pay. They would all pay.

  I promise.

  With trembling arms, I pushed myself up until I rested on my hands. Already, Vaughn’s deep thrusts were shaking my resolve. I clenched the sheets and tried to make myself stone like the walls of the caves. Powerful, unbreakable.

  Jesse unzipped his pants and slid them off, then tugged off his long sleeved shirt.

  “Pussy first. You can loosen up her ass.”

  Oh, God.

  “You’re the boss.”

  Vaughn pulled out and shoved the head of his cock against the tense star of my ass. I screamed and shuffled away, only for Vaughn to dig painful fingers into my hips.

  He thrust and a glob of spit joined the juices remaining on his cock from my pussy to ease his passage.

  Vaughn’s exuberant laughter at my pain drowned out the ringing in my ears. Jesse kneeled on the bed. As he lifted my head, he slid his thumb into my mouth like a tongue.

  My mind flashed to a dream. A chair. A throne. A crown on my head and my hands chained down as Jesse slid his thumb into my mouth.

  I mimicked the dream now, licked the thick pad of his thumb, closed my eyes, and moaned even as I vibrated with rage.

  His black eyes widened with shock as I pulled him to me by the back of his head, kissing him like I needed his breath to live. He swallowed my grunts of pain at Vaughn’s intrusion and we shared one mind.

  Flashes of red caves, darkened forests, blood dripping from my mouth into his. Jesse deep inside me with the curve of my neck taunting him. Jesse on his knees in front of me, his lips red with blood. Jesse underneath me as I rode him and mastered him.

  He wants a partner, not a victim.

  In a way I hadn’t since he’d kidnapped me, I fell into Jesse’s desires. His plans for me.

  I shuddered, seeing endless roads sprawl, dust and snow, sun and gray winds. Time stretched before me like state line after state line until he grew bored and drained me dry.

  How long before he grew tired of me? How many ways could he twist my gift for sick pleasure until I had nothing left to give?

  Vaughn made a vicious thrust into me. I cried out against Jesse’s mouth, ripped out of the dream world and into the present. My skin screamed for more contact when Vaughn wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me away from Jesse. Vaughn tumbled onto the spread and took me with him, my back pressed to his chest and my legs spread wide.

  Vaughn’s hands cupped my breasts, squeezing blood from my healing wound. Jesse dragged his tongue along the crimson trail, moving to hover above me. Two cocks at once and Liam approached my mouth with a third. My thighs shook and I tried to close them but Jesse spread them wider still. The wet lips of my pussy fluttered in anticipation against the bobbing head of his cock.

  Vaughn wrenched my neck by his hold on my hair, turning me into his kiss. We stared into each other’s eyes, waiting to see who would be the first to yield to the brutal pleasure of the kiss. This time, I gave in, because Jesse licked a trail down my body, following the flow of blood from my breast to my aching slit.

  I panted, pressing Jesse’s face as far into my pussy as I could. He tunneled his tongue into my core while Vaughn shoved deeper into my ass. Vaughn released my mouth to bite deep into my neck. Liam jerked himself to readiness and suckled the reopened wound at my breast.

  Please stop!

  Please, don’t!

  Don’t! Stop!

  Please….

  Vaughn roared with ecstasy as he pulled away from my neck, thrusting his hips. He strained, pumped in frantic spurts, and spent, deep in my ass. Vaughn’s hands roved over my body in the blank spaces between Liam’s hands and Jesse’s mouth, looking for new ways to press me closer to him. Jesse used this moment to come to his knees, leaving me on the precipice of orgasm. I stared up at him bewildered, his cock poised at my eager pussy.

  He licked his bloodstained lips and swallowed my juices.

  The girl within me screamed, turning away from her nightmare.

  I paid her no heed.

  Jesse slid his cock into my pussy with one steady lunge, stretching me to shivering completion. Vaughn pumped his hips, still rock-solid and setting the pace. I marveled at the gasp-inducing fullness. The membrane separating my ass from my cunt stretched thin. I could feel Jesse and Vaughn’s shafts stroking each other in a thrilling rhythm—had they practiced this?. Sparks flew within me. Every inch of flesh pebbled to life. My clit and nipples competed for stiffest peak of arousal and I thought I’d faint. Jesse’s hard torso pressed against mine, shoving my back against Vaughn’s lean chest. My head fell back as I writhed in ecstasy.

  Hands on every part of me. Pale, bronzed, tan. Skin, sticky with sweat, clung to mine. Vaughn’s lips, Jesse’s, then Liam’s, all bruised my flesh. When my hips pumped of their own accord, Vaughn’s laugh tickled my ear. Jesse increased his pace, grinning in triumph.

  Harder and faster became the name of the game. Who would reach the peak first, who would make me scream loudest. Vaughn gripped my throat, pressing, not my windpipe, but the sides, shutting off the blood flow. Jesse pinched my clit. Liam nipped my bottom lip, breaking the skin before his tongue filled my mouth. For a moment I could taste my own blood bursting like fireworks on his tongue, bloodlust thundering through my body as I climbed another peak.

  When Liam pulled his lips away from mine and came to his knees by my face, I opened my eyes and watched the world sway as each vampire fucked me. The world lost focus. I became a vessel of want, surrounded by need, by grunts and groans, by shuddering breaths, and straining muscle. Liam palmed my breasts, slid his dick into my waiting mouth, and fucked my face. All at once, my vision became consumed by him. Liam’s advancing and retreating flesh, the tufts of curly brown hair at the base of his cock, his abs flexing, then relaxing. We four became one engine, turning over and over, racing toward the same destination, my body the hot, sticky asphalt, my gift the fuel.
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br />   Then Jesse pulled out, the squelching sounds of my arousal ceasing, until Liam hopped between my legs and took Jesse’s place. I watched Jesse move away but then became consumed by Liam’s jackhammer pace. He hit the bundle of nerves inside me over and over until I screamed and clutched him to me.

  I’d become Anna underneath him, only this time she didn’t cry and fade into lifelessness. She lived, she clutched him, she said, “Liam, Liam, please!” and her words—my words—were a desperate moan instead of cry for help. This time she kissed his neck, then bit into the flesh there, tasting his blood with relish. The candied tang of Liam’s blood didn’t have the richness of Jesse’s. Neither did Vaughn’s sharp, whiskey fire taste. Still, I flew higher. My body and mind vibrated at another frequency, a fine-tuned guitar singing under the strum of murderous fingers.

  The world spun again. We broke apart, leaving me hollow, though not for long. They didn’t miss a beat, Liam and Vaughn. Liam dragged me until I straddled him, while Vaughn gripped my shoulders in an iron vice of need and lunged into my ass. They didn’t miss a beat, pummeling my holes with vigor, while I tried not to burst into flames. I scored Liam’s chest with my nails, overcome with the desire to slurp his blood from the wounds. His throat worked and he arched his back in bliss when I came up for air.

  I gripped the headboard for purchase, for sanity, and screamed, my body tensing with the hardest orgasm yet.

  A keening wail built up within me and Liam cried out, “Fuck yes!” while Vaughn squeezed and slapped my ass. “You’re a good little whore! This just what you need, witch, huh? You need. Every. Fucking. Hole. Full?”

  Vaughn gripped my throat with one hand, shutting off the flow of blood so it funneled back into my sex, the other reaching around to strum my clit so he could wring me dry of orgasms. Liam twisted my nipples just beyond the pain I could take. I reached behind me to press Vaughn’s ass closer to mine, to spur him on as the world faded from lack of oxygen. My nails left divots in the headboard, in Liam’s chest, and Vaughn’s thighs. I fucked them back with all I had, the sound of our sweaty bodies smacking against each other driving me higher.

  My screams shook me to my core, so hard I felt like the world should have shaken with me. When Vaughn released my throat, I collapsed onto Liam’s blood and sweat-slick chest, their hips still slapping against mine. When I could focus again, Jesse stood, watching my face. His head tilted in curiosity and arousal, his hand wringing his cock.

  Waiting.

  I gasped when Liam growled in my ear as he came, then bit down hard on the muscle in my shoulder, drawing blood from yet another wound.

  Vaughn followed mere seconds after, shooting deep into my ass, while Liam’s cock slipped from my flooded pussy.

  Vaughn pulled out of me and collapsed somewhere near the foot of the mattress. Gotta love these sturdy vampire motel beds. No knocking headboards here, no sir.

  I felt a wrench of pain at my shoulder, the flow of blood and Liam’s tightening grip.

  “That’s enough, Liam.”

  I couldn’t even flinch when Jesse pulled me off of Liam and into his arms.

  He tossed me like a used dishrag onto my stomach on the other bed and mounted me without delay, just when I thought I couldn’t take another cock. Tears spilled from my eyes and I opened my mouth to croak my plea for mercy. Jesse heard my silent call. He bit into his wrist and pressed his offering to my bruised lips.

  He took from me and I took from him, and soon, I groaned into the sheets, licking Jesse’s healing wrist and pumping my hips against his as he used me.

  He sat up, robbing my back of his sweat slick chest, but making up for the loss with long strokes of his cock. I clawed at the bed, my pussy throbbing, my body suffused with heat and sweat, my stomach dipping and diving as he set a murderous pace.

  “Oh God. Oh God. Oh—”

  I came again, trembling, back arched like a bridge from my old life into this new one. And Jesse came with me. I felt his heat radiating behind me, felt the twist of his fingers in the sheets beside mine when he couldn’t hold his torso upright. I felt my body pulsating around his cock as if I were fucking myself. I felt my own resistance, my own acquiescence. I felt vibrations in my body—as myself and as him—my fear and anguish like a spice Jesse had never tasted before now. Sure he’d seen terror. But never before had he been able to feel a terror all his own while inflicting the emotion. I became the conduit for every emotion he’d been unable to experience. We collapsed, both dizzy at my inadvertent spell.

  I clasped Jesse’s wrist as he lay flat against my back, his weight trapping me between him and the sheets. My tears mingled with remnants of his blood. I tasted his sweet flavor and my salty one. I tasted semen and regret. The rawness of my throat revealed how much they’d made me scream. They’d made me beg for something other than death or life. Drained of every distraction, of the quest for survival, shame rose to the surface like a dead body, like Nora’s, all those years ago in my visions of her.

  Frantic sobs mingled with laughter, and I realized much too late that the sounds were emanating from my throat. High again, on vampire blood and come, even the aches in my body felt like prized aftershocks. I cried and laughed and managed somehow to do both at once. But deep inside where I used to live, I felt hollowed out. Everything I’d once imagined myself to be had been stolen from me.

  I wasn’t kind.

  I wasn’t noble.

  I wasn’t strong.

  I’d become a plaything. Something to fuck and bleed. Something that would claw over top of the dead and the dying if my cowardice said so. The girl in the woods who’d placed a mental leash around a vampire to save her own life seemed far from powerful now.

  “Shh,” Jesse crooned. He leaned over rubbing the remnants of his blood into my lips. “Shh. That’s a good little witch. That’s a good girl.”

  No more, please!

  My hips pumped while I wept and the highest of highs spiked through me. Jesse turned onto his side, taking me with him. His hair clung to me, and the silky texture mingled his sweat with mine. Through tear-soaked eyes I watched Vaughn roll over and watch me. He had the same covetous stare I saw in his fantasy, where murder and possession were two sides of the same coin. Spent as he was after fucking me, he still wanted more. He wanted what Jesse had. Liam wanted more blood, and to shove himself deep into my ass. They were waiting for another turn. Jesse held me in a silent taunt to Vaughn and his large hand cupped my face. He turned me into his kiss.

  “You’re mine, witch.”

  I stared at him, wincing as a deep stroke rattled my senses.

  “Say it.”

  “I’m yours.”

  I sighed deep and moaned on the exhale.

  “No one fucks you better.” Jesse’s growl reverberated through me.

  “No one,” I whispered. Tears spiked my lashes. “You’re the best.”

  “You’re not done yet, are you, baby? We’re gonna fuck you all night, over and over.” Jesse vowed. “We’re gonna fill every hole with come and you’re gonna beg for more.”

  “Yes.”

  When I stared deep into Jesse’s eyes I could swear I saw my own blooming completely black and soulless. Our hunger tethered us together like a blood-soaked thread.

  On the other side of the room, Vaughn and Liam waited for another chance to pounce. They’d caught their second wind.

  The night had just begun.

  14

  A hard shove woke me from my dreamless sleep. My eyelids felt fused together, but I managed to peer through my lashes. Jesse’s naked body shone, smooth and bronze. The shadows cast by his sleep-tousled hair, drawing my lingering stare. The room reeked of sex and Jesse still wore my blood on his skin. Fitting, since I felt wrung dry of every drop.

  “Get up so we can shower. We’ve gotta make a trip into town.”

  Liam stirred. “Where we going? Thought you said we had another day?” Liam inhaled deep, as if he could smell the time, then yawned. He turned a quizzical st
are toward Jesse.

  Vaughn sat up, groggy and rubbing sleep from his eyes.

  “Not you two. Just her.”

  Vaughn flopped onto the bed again. For a moment, I imagined him as a boy, begging his mom for five more minutes of sleep before school.

  I tried to sit up. My arms shook like jelly, my skin felt sticky with dried sweat, blood, and come. Residual pleasure still flowed through me. The fatigue began to dissipate, but my sensitive body hummed like an exposed nerve. Jesse didn’t wait for me to find my bearings. He lifted me, limp and dangling against him, as he strode naked into the bathroom.

  We brushed our teeth, side by side, a mockery of a couple. My eyes lingered on his sharp lines and the curving slopes, beautiful as stained glass. He caught me staring at his hand wrapped around his hair. Random strands escaped as he bent to spit.

  “Evie.”

  The sound of my name snapped me out of my trance. I met Jesse’s deep stare.

  “You didn’t get enough last night?” Jesse’s smugness made me realize what my issue had to be. I’d had more than enough blood, enough sex to last a lifetime, and yet my body still shook. I needed something else entirely.

  “I’m hungry.”

  “No more blood till I feed again.” He turned on the water in the tub.

  I shook my head and stared down at my shaking fingers. “Not blood. Food. Meat. I haven’t had real food in days. Not since before….”

  Before you kidnapped and raped me.

  Shower spray hissed and hot steam filling the bathroom in moments. He turned to stare, assessing me like a prized pet.

  My involuntary shivers didn’t match the heat coursing through me when he touched my face. The touch wasn’t gentle, not from his massive murderer’s hands. Involuntarily, I tilted my face to feel more of his palm against my skin.

  “You’ll get some food on the way.” He picked me up and placed me in the wet cocoon of the shower, then stepped in behind me.