Taken: The Vampire's Concubine: Part Two

by Desiree Broussard

  Overall, the vampires of Legionnaire seemed happy, and their happiness seemed to be contagious. Maybe not for her, but she couldn't help but remember the expressions on the other concubine's faces as they'd revealed their mate choices. Instead of fear, they'd looked happy, as if they were anticipating their futures as residents of this foreign world.

  Could she ever find that happiness, too? In Zander's embrace, she'd experienced a pleasure beyond anything she'd ever dreamed off. And before he'd shattered her wishful musings, she'd been high off of her extreme attraction to him. Would her attraction have been strong enough to last a lifetime, though? Keely regretted that she'd never get the opportunity to find out.

  In the past, she'd spent a lot of time daydreaming about the man she would one day marry. Naturally, Keely had expected him to be tall and handsome. In the beginning, she'd imagined him to be romantic, but as times got harder, her fantasy had changed to include wealth, as well. Somehow they would have met and fell in love. After that, he would have swept her and her parents away, to a place where they would have had enough money for food and medical care. Her dream man would have proposed to her as romantically as possible, and they would have married before spending the rest of their lives blissfully happy.

  Passion had played a starring role in her fantasies, too. Although she had been a virgin, that hadn't meant she was a stranger to sensuality. Night after night she'd burned, her body craving a man's touch. Sometimes she'd dreamed of a faceless stranger, his hands and body bringing her the ultimate satisfaction. Keely would wake up, her breasts full and heavy, her folds slick in need. During those times, she'd bring herself to orgasm, her nimble fingers working her clit until she came. Generally, it hadn't taken long.

  But her fantasies had never prepared her for desiring two men. She'd never understood why some people could hop from one partner to another, but that was before the vampires. Her heart might not be involved, but her body couldn't have cared less. It took every bit of her self-control to avoid succumbing to Kosmas' charms, and she'd already lost the battle to Zander. Lust was a powerful motivator. The heat within her didn't require things like love or commitment, all it craved was satisfaction. It was even harder to disregard when the objects of her desire were only too happy to satiate her.

  A feminine giggle broke the silence of the night, immediately followed by a throaty moan of desire. Keely frowned as she looked around, wondering if she'd inadvertently interrupted a lover's tryst. She remained seated until she heard it again. Coming to her feet, she decided to quietly investigate. The last thing she wanted was to remain where she was and find herself in an embarrassing situation.

  It was easy to keep silent in her soft-soled slippers. Sticking to the shadows of the trees, Keely crept along. As large as the courtyard was, there were several nooks for two lovers to sneak off to. Lucky for her, though, all she had to do was follow the sounds.

  A brick walkway cut through a small grove of trees and flowers. Keely followed it, her nose picking up the scent of water. Following the curve of the path, her jaw slackened when she spotted the pool area in front of her.

  Stopping at the edge of the tree line, she remained far enough back to observe without being spotted. The pool was enormous, with several interconnecting levels. Large concrete statues were linked to the water source, with a constant stream of water pouring back into the depths of the steamy pools. Some sections of the pools were visible, while others were blocked off into cozy areas by the same plants and trees in the courtyard.

  A masculine voice muttered from somewhere beyond a particularly thick area of vegetation, his voice deep and encouraging. It was immediately followed by a female's groan of pleasure. Keely wondered what Kosmas would think if he arrived at the courtyard to find her gone, and she couldn't help but smile in satisfaction at the thought. Anything to give him a shitty day is a great idea in my book, she thought to herself. As smug as he was, maybe it would bring him down a peg or two. Her grin widened as she imagined the expression on his face when he realized he'd finally encountered a female that wasn't eager to do his bidding.

  Quietly, she followed the sounds of pleasure. Sticking to the shadows, Keely carefully peeked around a large bushy tree. Her jaw tightened immediately, her fingers locking around the branch she was holding. It would seem that she'd found Kosmas, but he wasn't alone.

  Torches lit the pool area up enough for Keely to see it all clearly, but he wasn't in the water. Instead, Kosmas stood underneath a large canopied area, with two giggling women in front of him.

  One of them, a well-formed blonde, was on her hands and knees on the large ottoman, the rounded globes of her ass spread wide as Kosmas fucked her from behind. He took her nice and easy, his motions unhurried. From the sounds of pleasure coming from the blonde's throat, Keely could see she wasn't complaining. With each thrust of his hips, her large breasts bounced. The blonde slid her hand to one of her nipples, twisting and tugging at it as her hips worked back on his massively-thickened shaft.

  “It's so hot, watching you fuck Pammie,” a black-haired beauty said, from her knees. She, too, was naked, her face buried close to his crotch, with her red-tipped fingers wrapped around his thighs. Keely's lip curled up in disgust. The three of them had missed their callings, they should have been in a circus. Only acrobats could have managed the carefully orchestrated positions they were in.

  She flicked her tongue out at the base of his hairless sack before slowly licking and suckling her way up to his shaft. “Mmm,” she groaned out, her nipples brushing against his legs. “I'm getting jealous, master. I want to feel your cock inside of me, too.”

  Her full red lips twisted into a pout. “As big as you are, surely there's enough for me, too?”

  Keely lifted her eyes to study his face. Despite the passionate expressions on the women, his remained impassive. She would have expected his features to be tight with lust and desire, but Kosmas was in full control. For as little interest as he was revealing, he could have been reading the paper. Scumbag. Sex probably was routine, since he could have any woman he wanted.

  Without missing a beat, he gestured for the dark-haired beauty to stand up. “Get next to Pammie,” he ordered her, in a gravely voice. “Same position. I want you side by side.”

  Pammie made a small noise of protest but Kosmas just ignored her. His pace picked up a bit, his large and loose sack slapping against her split nether lips. As well-endowed as he was, it was amazing how easily Pammie accepted him... But then again, she'd probably had him inside of her a hundred times before. Keely wondered if Kosmas could even still feel her walls, then quickly admonished herself for being so catty. After all, it wasn't as if she cared who he took into his bed. Right?

  If his intentions were to push Pammie to orgasm, he succeeded royally. As the other woman joined her on the ottoman, Pammie threw her head back and screamed out her pleasure, her hips bouncing off of his thighs. Kosmas immediately pulled out of her, his shaft pulsating hard. Pammie might have found her satisfaction, but clearly Kosmas hadn't. Keely all but smirked. She was glutton for punishment, but she couldn't find the strength to turn away. For some reason, she was fascinated by this side of Kosmas. It didn't make sense.

  On their hands and knees, it was easy for Keely to see the tattoos across their backs. Now that the shock was passing, she wondered why each woman had one. They were similar in design, spreading from shoulder to hips, although she couldn't see any on their fronts. It was odd, the fact that both women were similarly marked, but she quickly dismissed it. Maybe the vampires were into body art. With the rich colors and symbols, their tattoos couldn't be considered anything but. Someone had obviously put a lot of time into creating them.

  “Give it to me hard, master,” the dark-haired woman told him sexily, her voice rich and throaty with lust. She arched her back, pressing her nether lips out in offering as she watched him over her shoulder. “I've been a bad, bad girl.”

  Keely swallowed back the nausea, certain she'd just vomite
d a bit in her mouth. Was this the game they played, then? With her full, ripe breasts and hips, there wasn't anything girlish about the beauty in front of him.

  “Have you now?” Kosmas spoke in a cool, but seductive, voice. He was an experienced male in the prime of his life, fully confidant and aware of his sexual allure. Even from a distance, Keely wasn't unaffected. And to her dismay, Keely realized she was jealous of the two women in front him as they experienced the pleasure of his beautiful, plump cock.

  “Then I won't delay your punishment,” he informed her sternly, stepping away from Pammie to align his cock with her clenching passage. He rubbed his cock head against the thick white creaminess oozing out of her cunt, wetting himself with her juices, the recipient of his attentions groaning in pleasure at his actions.

  Kosmas pressed his bare shaft into the folds of her body, the woman taking him eagerly. He wrapped his hands around her wide hips, his forceful thrusts pushing him in deeply. The blonde leaned over to grasp his balls, lifting them up as if she were weighing them. Pammie licked her lips suggestively, her eyes moving up to his as she gave him an inquiring look.

  Keely had seen enough. Easing back as quietly as possible, she moved away from the tree before returning to the main courtyard. To her surprise, she was drenched in sweat. Never in her life had she watched two people engaged in sexual activities, much less three of them. She needed time to process it before facing Kosmas, the entire experience throwing her off-guard.

  She wasn't to get it. Kosmas grabbed her around the arm, spinning her around to face him. He was still completely nude, his expression dark but controlled. “Did you enjoy the show?” he asked her calmly, pressing his body up against hers.

  Keely sputtered in outrage. “Did you set that up on purpose?” she asked, pushing her palms against his chest to shove away from him. One side of his mouth curled up in amusement, his heated eyes locked on her face. He didn't respond. It was answer enough for her.

  “I was disgusted,” she spat out, completely furious. “I've never seen anything so nauseating in my life. You better hurry back to them,” she snarled, turning her back on him. “I'd hate for you to leave your sluts unsatisfied.”

  “Concubines,” he corrected her, his voice pleased. “They are concubines, just like you are, unless you've reconsidered my offer?”

  Kosmas walked closer to her, resting his hands on the tops of her shoulders. His hardened shaft brushed against her waist. Keely attempted to pull away from it, but he held her in place. “They're your sisters now,” he murmured against her ear. “My concubines are united in the goal that they exist for... Which is to pleasure me.”

  “They will never be my sisters,” Keely hissed out, struggling to get free. “You make me sick.”

  “No, Keely,” he countered. “I arouse you, even if you don't want to admit it. The response of your body is honest, even if your words are not, and I can smell the lust oozing out of your pores. You want me, and by God, you're going to have me.”

  Keely elbowed him hard. Kosmas released her, although she doubted it was because of her actions. Spinning back around, she turned to face him. “I'll never willingly have you,” she replied, her voice filled with anger. “You make me sick, standing there speaking of claiming me, your cock coated with another woman's juices. Not just one of them but two,” she quickly corrected herself. “I would sooner be dead than ever accept you into my body.”

  She'd finally managed to anger him. Lightning quick, he grabbed her at her elbows, his long fingers digging into her skin. “But you had Zander, didn't you? Don't bother to lie about it,” he growled, when Keely opened her mouth. “You'd take a guard into that precious little body of yours, but you think to deny me, a leader?”

  His fingers snaked up into her carefully arranged hair before locking cruelly in her curly depths. Kosmas yanked her head back until her face was tilted up to his. His shaft pulsated against her stomach, he was obviously excited by their heated exchange. And with that, Kosmas furiously claimed her lips.

  Despite her anger, Keely immediately responded, but Kosmas broke it off. “You're no better than the others,” he growled out, his massive chest heaving. “You think that you're above them, but you're wrong. You crave the very things they do, the only difference between you and them is that they are honest enough to admit it. And you're jealous because you aren't woman enough to take what you need, what I so richly offer.”

  His large hands gripped the back of her dress before ripping it clear down the middle. He carried her over to a mirrored display before setting her down in front of it. “You're mine, Keely. You even wear my mark. This is your life now. You can choose to spend it as my concubine or my mate, but either way, you'll always be mine. Now look in the mirror and accept the truth. You'll never belong to Zander, not while I'm still alive and breathing.”

  Keely froze in horrified disbelief. Her eyes slowly moved up to his as she thought back to the prior evening... And the odd-tasting tea. “You wouldn't have,” she gasped, the significance of it weighing her down. “You wouldn't have marked me for your own sadistic purposes.”

  He didn't immediately answer her. Instead, he stood in front of her with his arms crossed, his face an impenetrable mask. “Look. In. The. Mirror,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

  As if in slow motion, Keely forced her head to turn, until she could see what he was talking about. Her fears were confirmed. Across her back she'd been tattooed, in a style similar to the other two concubines.

  “You bastard,” she yelled, her fists lifting to pummel him in the chest. “How dare you?”

  “Oh, I dare very easily,” he bit out, easily grabbing her hands. “My patience with you is over. I expect to find myself in your bed as soon as possible... Be you concubine or mate.”

  “Never,” Keely shrieked, angered beyond belief.

  He released her before smiling at her coldly. It sent a chill through her body. Kosmas was ruthless, there wasn't any lengths he wouldn't go to in an attempt to get what he wanted. “I guess you haven't heard the latest news. Zander's missing. He's disappeared, without a trace.”

  Her heart skipped a beat at his words, her hands falling to her sides in dismay. Cold shock washed over her. Immediately, she knew Kosmas was behind Zander's disappearance.... He was too confident to not have played a hand in it.

  “Is he still alive?” Keely asked woodenly, horrified beyond belief. “Or is he already dead?” She wouldn't put anything past Kosmas.

  “I'd imagine he's still alive,” Kosmas informed her, his tone unconcerned. “Though one can only wonder how long he'll remain that way, without our guards actively searching for him.”

  His cruelness overwhelmed her. Looking back in hindsight, Keely realized she'd never stood a chance. He'd orchestrated her entire life from the moment he'd decided he wanted her, and now, he'd just played his trump card.

  “So if I agree to your terms, you'll rescue Zander?” Keely asked, in a monotone voice.

  “If we can,” Kosmas agreed, his dark eyes alight with satisfaction. “I'll send out my most elite. Their only job will be to find him. Of course, I can't guarantee anything. Who knows what his captors have done, and what condition he'll be in, if we do find him. I do promise that we will do all we can, though, to ensure his survival.”

  “Fine, I'll bed you.”

  Kosmas laughed. “There was never any doubt,” he told her silkily, “but that's not all I want from you. To fully possess a woman of your fire, I'll need to own your heart, too. I won't settle for anything less.”

  “I can't give that to you,” Keely replied, staring anywhere but at him. “I can't force myself to love someone, it has to be earned.”

  “And it will,” Kosmas vowed sensually, pulling her close. “In exchange for searching for Zander, I want you to be receptive to my seduction. If you'll drop the walls you've erected between us, I'll be victorious.” His voice hardened, his body filling with tension. “If you won't drop them, though, I'll stor
m them... And drop the search for Zander, in the process.”

  Keely turned away from him, struggling to hold on to her control. It had been stretched thin. “So be it,” she muttered, her voice low and resigned. “But know this. I won't have another woman in my bed. If you ever try to put me in the situation you did with those other two, all bets are off.”

  “Never,” Kosmas vowed vehemently. “I will never share you with another woman... Or another man. And should you try to bed another, you will damn them because I will kill them... With my bare hands.”

  Keely sighed. She was mentally exhausted, more so than she'd ever been in her life. Would everyday on Legionnaire only bring more fear and worry? Kosmas made no mention of fidelity to her, but had she really expected it? A man of his power would never give up their pleasures, it was just unfortunate that he'd turned his wandering eyes in her direction.

  He'd defeated her. Keely stood in the darkness with her dress ripped and his mark upon her back, and she knew she'd been well and truly had. “I-I need some time alone,” she told Kosmas over her shoulder, refusing to look at his face. “Go back to what you were doing. I just want to be alone.”