by BJ Wane
When she saw his face as well as his intention, Caitlin had no hesitations in turning her head, giving him easier access to her neck. Closing her eyes, she braced for pain, but instead got another fiery dose of pleasure as his bite set off another orgasm that rivaled the first. She was still shuddering from the effects, still lost in the throes of pleasure rippling through her when he pulled away and Jon transferred her into Luc’s arms.
Leaning over her back, Jon kissed her neck where Luc’s bite was visible as Luc handed him the tube of lube they had made sure was handy. “My turn, Cat. Now you’ll have the ultimate pleasure of knowing what it means to belong to both of us.” Liberally greasing two fingers, he slid them between her buttocks and slowly, inexorably, penetrated her ass until both were embedded fully, the small, lingering contractions in her pussy easily felt through the thin membrane separating them.
Draped over Luc’s arm, his hold bracing and secure, Caitlin relaxed, confident this new experience will be as good as everything else they had done to her. The slow, deep plunges of Jon’s fingers in her ass prepared her for the deeper penetration of his cock, the soft stroking of those heretofore unknown nerve endings reigniting her need, had her pussy once again creaming with it, her nipples throbbing in tune with the heated throbbing of the mark on the inside of her thigh. By the time Jon withdrew his fingers and was slowly breaching her anus with the smooth head of his cock, she was writhing against Luc’s arm, her legs shifting with the need to come again.
“More, Jon, please.” She didn’t mind the pleading, desperate note in her voice; she only minded the delay in reaching yet another awesome climax. “Take me, now.”
Jon chuckled at her demand, leaning over her again as he sank fully into her dark channel. “Someday, you’re going to regret your impatience, but not today.” Grabbing her hips, he used his thumbs to spread her cheeks so he could watch his cock taking her ass, then gave her what she wanted.
Caitlin cried out as Jon moved with steady, sure strokes in and out of her ass, the pleasure nearly overwhelming, shocking her with the quick way her body accepted and responded to this new experience. These addictive never-ending orgasms were a good reason to stay and she wanted to wallow in the utter, mindless sensations they were so good at evoking. When Luc slid his free hand under her, his fingers slipping into her sheath and unerringly rooting out her clit, she exploded in yet more, blistering heated pleasure, pleasure that was enhanced when Jon bit into her shoulder, drawing her blood as erotically as he had drawn out another orgasm.
A few minutes later, Caitlin found another excellent reason to stay with them. Lying on the bed, Luc tenderly washed her with a warm cloth while Jon expertly started massaging her feet, slowly moving up her legs as Luc tossed the cloth aside and started working on her arms. Closing her eyes, she basked in their undivided attention, her body growing mellow under their tender ministrations, her mind floating until she drifted into exhausted sleep.
Damien slowed his pace from a fast jog to a slower lope, his cats by his side as he headed back toward the manor. He hadn’t been on a run since bringing Abby home, preferring exercising with her to running, not that he needed to exercise. Just one of the perks of being dead, he mused as he made another lap around the pond. Besides being able to transport anywhere within minutes, extra strength and the ability to communicate telepathically, he never gained or lost weight just as he never aged. He simply stayed the same as he was the day Isabelle had killed him then brought him back. Thinking of Isabelle reminded him of why he had been so tense the past few days and felt in the need of the extra stress relieving exertion a good, hard run afforded him.
Slowing down to a fast walk, he took in the sight of his huge, antebellum home with nostalgic pride. He had been nine years old in 1789 when his parents fled France and had never regretted their decision to settle in this area. The city founded by Frenchman Jean-Baptiste Le Moyne de Bienville made them feel close to home, the central square, then called the Vieux Carre because of its French Creole elegance and now labeled the French Quarter, was an exact replica of Paris’s central district. By the time the War of 1812 had broken out, his parents had died and he no longer considered himself a Frenchman, but a proud New Orleanian. He died three years later, but, because of Isabelle, he lived again to bear witness to his city suffering through plagues, wars, imperial regime changes and devastating floods, always to bounce back with a smile on its face. He always thought that was due to the inhabitants easy going demeanor, their way of moving at a relaxed pace.
Now there was the distinct possibility his long life with its many ups and downs was nearing an end, because he knew in his gut, that if there was any one of the brethren Isabelle regretted turning, it was him. The woman had been obsessed with him from the moment she sank her fangs into his neck and drained him dry, and he had let her obsession lead him to commit an unforgivable sin. He may have been out of his mind from blood and sex deprivation, but he had no one to blame for allowing himself to become that far gone, that desperate but himself. He knew she’d never forgive him for leaving her, then besting her by saving the members of the brethren from becoming one of her pets, and, most grievously, for coming close to ending her existence. No, when they went up against her, as they were planning to do tonight, it would be him she set her sights on first and foremost. He was positive they could defeat however many rogues she has accumulated, as well as her, but he wasn’t positive they could achieve that goal before she took him out. Considering that very real possibility was the main factor in his decision to mate fully with Abby tonight. He couldn’t bear to deprive either one of them of that ultimate bonding, couldn’t stand for her to mourn his death, if it should come to that, thinking he didn’t love her enough to make that final commitment to her, couldn’t fathom leaving this world after so long without experiencing the ultimate pleasure of making her his in every way. He could take this final step with her in private, like Jacob and Jon and Luc had with Grace and Caitlin, but he felt the urge to claim her publicly, let there be no doubt among the brethren that he was fully committed to her.
It had taken Abby’s dogged persistence and utter faith in him to make him see she would never come to harm directly from him and he no longer had a fear on that score. What he feared most now was that she, and the brethren, discovered what he had done all those decades ago, what he was capable of if pushed too far. He didn’t think he could bear to see the condemnation, the disappointment and the horror on their faces if he survived the upcoming battle only to lose their respect and friendship. And he knew he’d never survive losing Abrielle’s love.
Damien gave both tigers a belly rub before sending them back to the bayou. Stepping inside, the sound of the three women laughing drew him towards the kitchen. His mansion had always been a showcase of its history and held many fond memories as well as many sad ones. It was a place he was proud of, comfortable in and loved, but it had never felt like a home until recently. Their mates human influence had brought laughter back to the quiet halls, the preparation of real food gave his kitchen a purpose again, the mouth-watering aromas stirring hungers long forgotten and their personal items strewn about gave the place a much needed lived-in look. All things he hadn’t realized he missed until now. Now, he didn’t want to do without them again.
Shoving aside his melancholy, he imagined Abby’s reaction when he took her tonight in front of everyone. He knew she would get off on the exhibitionism, but he was betting it will be his bite that really pleases her. Stepping into the kitchen, he winked at Grace and Caitlin as he walked right over to Abby where she stood in front of the stove. Ignoring Grace and Caitlin’s smirks, he wrapped his arm around her, turned her head, and took her mouth in a deep, tongue probing, wet kiss, his hard cock pressed intimately against her ass, leaving her in no doubt about how much he wanted her.
“Get a room,” Caitlin said, nudging Damien as she passed him taking dishes to the table.
“Those two rarely use a room,” Grace giggled, wishing her
own mate would get down here soon.
Damien released Abby, smiled down at the glazed look in her eyes then turned to the other two. “We’re working our way through every room. Our guests should be arriving soon, so I’ll let you get to your dinner and see you in the great room after our meeting.” Kissing Abby again, he whispered against her moist lips, “Go with Susan and Kim when they get here and do what they say.”
Before Abby could question him, he was striding out of the kitchen, leaving her to wonder what he meant. The past few days had been fraught with tension, and the three of them knew the guys were worried about what Isabelle had planned next, and that they weren’t going to wait any longer to find out. On one hand, she was anxious for them to put an end to that bitch’s existence and the threats against them, but on the other she was terrified for their safety. Damien had been broodingly intense lately, hovering over her as if she could disappear at any moment. A few times she had caught him looking at her with the saddest expression, as if he wasn’t ever going to see her again, and that worried her more than anything.
Damien was a strong man, had strong convictions and an iron will that was sometimes intimidating and nearly unbendable. That she had managed to break through his reservations about fucking her, then taking her without someone sitting nearby as if on guard duty, still surprised her, especially since she still had no idea why he had been so reluctant to do so given she was his chosen mate and his strong feelings for her. That curt order he just gave her made her think, again, that he was planning something special for this evening, and hearing from Ava and the other mates what went on when they all got together, she was hoping he was going to give her the ultimate pleasure, and honor, of blood bonding with her.
“Get your head out of the clouds and bring that gumbo over here,” Caitlin told Abby when she just stood there staring after Damien with a bemused look on her face. “That is if you want to be ready for what he has planned.”
“I’m already more than ready,” she responded as she carried the small pot over to the table and sat down. “But I am worried about what they have planned afterward.”
“Yeah, me too.” All Jacob would tell Grace was that they were going to end the threats against them tonight, one way or another.
“You don’t think they can defeat this psycho bitch?” Caitlin couldn’t imagine anyone being able to escape unscathed from these guys, and if they were worried about them, that meant this Isabelle was one scary blood sucker.
“I think they can, especially now that all of them have mated and will face her and her minions with the full capacity of their strength and powers. But that doesn’t mean they’re infallible or can’t be hurt or even killed.”
“You can’t think like that, Abby,” Ava said as she, Emma, Susan, Kim and several other women entered the kitchen. “They need us to send them off with positive encouragement, and nothing less.”
Ava had her ‘I’m the boss’ look on her face, the one Abby remembered when she was a child getting lectured about something she had done. “Yes ma’am.” Abby jumped up and threw her arms around her. “I’m so happy to see you again. Here, come meet Jacob and Jon and Luc’s mates. Grace, Caitlin, this is Ava, Gideon’s mate. Emma and Beau are still newlyweds.” She stopped after introducing Susan and Kim, the other seven women now all crowded into the kitchen strangers to her.
“It’s wonderful to meet you and hear the last of the brethren have fallen. Let’s hope our guys are successful tonight and you get the chance to have as many years with your mates as we’ve had.” Ava turned back to Abby with a twinkle in her eyes and a small, secretive grin. “Abby, you need to go upstairs with Susan and Kim so they can prepare you per Damien’s instructions. The rest of us will go to that gorgeous ballroom and make ourselves comfortable while we wait for the guys to finish their meeting.”
No one argued with Ava, not even Caitlin who followed her with a frown and a questioning look toward Abby, which she answered with a shrug. Abby knew Caitlin balked at being told what to do, but she didn’t know much more at this point than she did.
“Come on, Abby.” Kim grabbed her hand and practically danced up the wide staircase with Susan following them. “Damien said he set the table up in your room.”
“Table, what table and what exactly do you mean, prepare me?” Abby was sure she was going to like whatever Damien planned to do to her tonight, but she wasn’t sure she was going to like what came first.
“Relax,” Susan told her with a wide grin as shut the bedroom door behind them. “This’ll be fun. We promise. Now, we don’t have much time, so strip and lie on the table.”
Abby looked at the padded massage table as if it was a torture device instead of a device used to give pleasure. Since Kim and Susan had disappeared into the bathroom, she couldn’t stall by asking questions, so she did as instructed and stripped out of her clothes and laid down, the cool leather a balm against her heated skin. She didn’t mind being naked in front of the other women, and she already knew what it was like to be felt up by Kim and she had found that experience very enjoyable. But the not knowing what they had planned made her nervous, and if she didn’t like what they were going to do then Damien will be dealing with her wrath tonight instead of Isabelle’s.
Warily, she watched Kim and Susan approach her, their arms laden with an assortment of products that didn’t look too suspicious. “A razor?” she squeaked when Susan set a bowl of hot water and a disposable razor on a small table.
“Damien wants you completely bare tonight and that means this,” Susan tugged on a pubic curl, “has to go. Believe me; once you go bald you’ll never want to let it grow back.”
Abby wasn’t so sure of that, but was careful not to move as she lathered a cloth and proceeded to soap her up, then held her breath when Susan traded the cloth for the razor. The smooth glide made her shudder, the slight tug of hair coming off made her nervous and Kim’s oily palms covering her breasts made her jump in excited startlement. “Oh God,” she moaned as the other woman leaned over her with a knowing smile and started kneading her soft mounds, spreading the oil from her neck down to her waist, making sure she covered every single inch of flesh.
“See, we told you you’d like it,” Kim said with a smirk as she rotated her palms over Abby’s nipples. The soft buds quickly hardened under her hands, Abby’s eyes going glassy with her arousal. “I knew you’d be easy. Look at your tits, and we’ve just started.”
Abby looked down and Susan looked up, all eyes on her nipples that were pointing straight up in all their aroused, slick glory. “Now, that’s a pretty sight. Wish I could suckle you again, but I was told to save that for Damien.”
Thank God, was all Abby could think. She wasn’t sure she wouldn’t embarrass herself if Kim used her mouth on her. By the time she had worked the oil down her arms and moved down to start at her feet, Susan was rinsing her off, the warm cloth on her newly exposed skin the most erotic thing she had ever felt.
Damn it, Abby cursed silently as she felt moisture seep from her newly bared labia. She was only human, and there were hands touching her in very sensitive places, places that didn’t care whose hands they were. Her arousal was merely a drop compared to the flood she experienced when with Damien, but it was embarrassing nonetheless, as was the knowing looks on Susan and Kim’s faces when they stared unabashedly at her crotch.
“I’d like to see you two remain unaffected under these circumstances,” she snapped in defense, then felt herself blush even more when they laughed at her consternation.
“Relax, sweetie,” Susan tried to comfort her. “Most of us have already been through this and know exactly how effective preparation can be. That’s why the guys like us to do it. By the time you go downstairs, you’ll be so primed, all Damien will have to do is touch you and you’ll go off like a firecracker.”
“As long as he takes my blood, I won’t care what he does or how fast I get off,” she admitted to them, eager now to get downstairs.
“Oh,
I think that’s a given tonight, and you’ll love it.” Susan oiled her hands and laid her palm over Abby’s pussy, taking her time rubbing it in to the soft flesh, checking for any nubs or hairs she might have missed as she delved between her splayed legs.
Abby closed her eyes against the barrage of new sensations tormenting her. Had she known how much pleasure she was missing out on by keeping her folds covered, she would have denuded herself a long time ago. Susan’s soft fingers explored her labia and every inch between her legs, including between her buttocks, with intimate thoroughness, her light touch on newly exposed nerve endings just enough to keep her teetering on the edge of a climax. Their four hands kneaded and massaged her legs, thankfully moving away from the swollen folds of her pussy. Lulled into complacency from the massage and the soft hum of arousal singing through her veins, she drifted on a sensual haze for a few minutes before she was abruptly brought back to earth when they instructed her to flip over.
Putting her head face down in the head piece, she relaxed as they resumed massaging her legs, slowly moving up to her ass then never hesitating when each took a fleshy globe and kneaded it to oily perfection. She stiffened when one of them ran her fingers down her crack, lightly over her anus a few times then relaxed as her arousal spiked another notch even though she had already moved away from yet another highly sensitive area, once again leaving her on the brink of frustration.
Abby, are you ready to join me?
Damien’s voice in her head jerked her out of her stupor and made her even more eager to see him. Feeling mischievous, she answered, What do I need you for when I have Susan and Kim?
His deep growl reverberating in her mind set her body aflame, igniting the smoldering embers Susan and Kim had been stoking. Get down here. Now.