Mate With Me

by BJ Wane

  Okay, she had to admit her body did love that cool demanding tone and now her mark on the side of her breast was adding its demand to her mates. “Damien is summoning me,” she told her friends as she rolled off the table feeling as loose as a soggy noodle. “Thank you. That was…wonderful,” she finally admitted.

  “Yeah, we are good,” Kim bragged as they slipped a shear, ankle length sheath over her head and led her out of the room.

  “Damn good,” Susan added as they went downstairs.

  “Remember,” Damien reminded the men who had always looked to him for guidance and leadership, “female rogues, just like male rogues, are savage predators who deserve no mercy. Isabelle turns both men and women, many of them young, but don’t let their youth fool you into hesitating to kill them. If there are any innocent victims unlucky enough to still be alive, the best we can do for them is give them a quick, merciful end.” Their grim looks told him how well that bit of advice sat with them and he could only hope they didn’t let their natural inclination to save the innocent, especially to protect women and children, keep them from doing what was right.

  “Let’s let our mates send us off in style, wouldn’t you say?” As he’d hoped, that suggestion was met with wide grins and enthusiasm as they filed out of the large parlor at the back of the house and eagerly hurried to the great room, Damien more eager than the rest when he got Abby’s answer. Unbelievably, the picture she planted in his mind of the three of them had his cock straining against his zipper already, making him grateful for the looser slacks he preferred over a pair of tight jeans.

  Tonight Abrielle will be his in every way and, with a little luck, will remain his for eons.

  Chapter Twenty

  She was a vision in the white, see through gown, her sable hair a dark contrast swirling around her hips, her bright, vivid blue eyes alight with excitement as she crossed the room toward him. Damien was proud of the way she kept her focus on him, ignoring the crowded room, not showing any outward signs of embarrassment or discomfort at her near nudity. How he had managed to hold out against taking her, making her completely his for so long was beyond him. He had known when she was a child that she was special to him in a way no one else had ever been, but he had no idea how special until recently. Thank God for her tenacity, her utter belief in him and her feelings for him, for without her convictions and determination, he would still be planning on meeting the dawn if they were successful tonight instead of hoping to return to Abby free of his past.

  “Abrielle,” he murmured when she stepped up onto the small raised platform, “You take my breath away.”

  Abby grinned up at him, her body on fire, her mind filled with anticipation. “Considering you spend a good portion of your time not breathing, I’m thinking that’s hardly a compliment.”

  “Brat. I have ways of getting even. Take this off.” Damien lowered the narrow strap on her right shoulder, letting it fall to her elbow, revealing the edge of her red, crescent mark.

  More aware of Damien’s dark eyes on her than she was of the people gathered around the room, Abby slipped both straps down and off her arms, letting the sheath fall to pool at her feet. The warm air on her bare, suddenly exposed body heightened her already skyrocketing arousal, and when Damien looked her over with excruciating, deliberate slowness, his eyes lingering on her newly denuded labia, her clit swelled and ached for immediate release. It was difficult to stand there and wait patiently for him to proceed, difficult to hide how much it excited her to have an audience, all those eyes on her bare body, and damn near impossible not to sink to her knees, release his cock and take him into her mouth. From the hard glitter in his eyes and the hard bulge in his pants, she knew he was just as affected as she was.

  Unable to trust his voice, Damien reigned in his lust and lifted her by the waist, sitting her on the padded bench behind him. It had restraints on the four corners, but he wasn’t into bondage like some of the others were. He preferred to feel Abby’s hips meeting his thrusts, her body undulating under or over his, joining him in the age old dance of sex. He left her legs dangling down as he spread her thighs and stepped between them. “Lie back,” he instructed her as he ran his hands up the inside of her legs, stopping at her pussy.

  The leather was cool against her heated skin but did nothing to lessen the volcanic fire racing through her blood. When Damien used his thumbs to spread her folds, revealing her most private part for all to see, Abby cringed in mortification, knowing that the swollen, damp walls of her vagina gave testament to her arousal. “Damien,” she whispered as she tried to shift her hips away from his hold.

  Damien smacked the side of her thigh, snapping, “Be still.” Low murmurs and laughs came from their friends, but he was barely aware of the others in the room. His entire focus was on his mate and her lush body spread out before him for his pleasure. “You’re as pretty here,” he told her, dipping one thumb inside her pussy, “as you are everywhere else.” Leaning over her, he left the treasure of her pussy to smooth his palms up her waist to her breasts. Filling his hands with those soft mounds, he took her mouth in a deep, tongue probing kiss.

  Her low moan filled his mouth as she arched her torso into his hands. Kneading her breasts, his kiss became more demanding, his tongue more insistent before he sucked her plump lower lip between his teeth and bit lightly. Her full body shudder encouraged him just as her hard, turgid nipples drew him. Nibbling his way over her chin, nipping lightly at the enticing throb of her pulse, he continued down until he captured her right nipple with his lips and pulled it into his mouth.

  Abby’s thigh still burned from his slap, making her pussy burn hotter, wetter for his possession. Cupping his head, she pushed her breast into his marauding mouth, sucking in her breath as he suckled her with strong pulls of his lips and mouth, tugs she could feel all the way down in her throbbing pussy. Lifting against him, she was frustrated to feel cloth covering his cock, the material soft against her newly bared skin but not what she wanted to feel.

  “Fuck me, Damien. Please.”

  Her whispered plea in his ear was almost enough to make him rush this, but he figured if he could hold back a little longer, so could she. Releasing her nipple with a plop, he looked down into her flushed face, stating calmly, “Not yet,” before he lowered his head to her other breast and treated that nipple to the pleasure of his mouth, lips and teeth. Her hands fisting in his hair, tugging lightly, only encouraged him to draw harder on that stiff peak. Moving his way down, he ran his lips over the soft, smooth skin of her abdomen, dipped his tongue into her belly button as his hands coasted around her hips, under her ass, cupping her buttocks. Moving even lower, he lifted her hips to his mouth and dove in to taste the sweetest pussy he had ever plundered.

  Abby cried out with the first swipe of his tongue, the soft sounds coming from other couples indulging themselves playing like the strands of an erotic ballad around her. Wrapping her legs around his shoulders, she grabbed the side of the bench in a tight fisted hold to anchor herself against the onslaught of Damien’s mouth. He knew exactly what he was doing, where to stroke, where to nibble to have her shaking on the verge of climax within seconds, his hard hands squeezing her cheeks adding to the pleasurable torment. Had she known how sensitive her hidden flesh was, she would have gotten rid of her pubic hair a long time ago. The feel of his lips and tongue on her bare skin was enough to drive her insane with the endless rush of pleasure. When his thumb stroked over her anus at the same moment his teeth latched on to her clit, she screamed with the abrupt release of orgasmic pleasure shaking her from head to toe. He didn’t let up on her clit, worrying that small, overly sensitive piece of flesh with lips and teeth until he had wrung every ounce of ecstasy from her.

  Or so she thought. But when he rose above her, his eyes glowing red with his own lust as he released his savagely aroused cock, lifted her ass again and sank into her still spasming pussy with one deep thrust, she was instantly thrown back into the raging storm of another orgasm.
“Damien!” She cried out in shock at the intensity and quickness of her release, the look of pure, unadulterated lust and overwhelming need reflected on Damien’s chiseled features nearly her undoing.

  “You’re mine, Abby,” Damien growled down at her, her breasts jiggling with each body jarring thrust as he rammed into her over and over, her contractions rippling around his cock, driving him closer and closer to joining her in toppling over that precipice. “Now,” he added while coming down on top of her, his cock never letting up on its driving plunges, “and always.” Pulling his lips back, he let her see his elongated incisors, let her know what was coming, what she could no longer stop if she wasn’t sure.

  “Yes,” she answered him with unequivocal sureness. Wrapping her legs and arms around him, she held onto him tightly as she turned her head in acceptance. His teeth scraped erotically over her pulse several times before his nip turned to an erotic bite. Razor sharp pain followed swiftly with exquisite pleasure, a pleasure so consuming, Abby lost herself in the white hot heat of its explosion.

  Her taste, so long denied, flowed down Damien’s throat with the smoothness of the finest wine, her very essence filling him with unbelievable power and strength and satisfaction. Pounding into her clutching vagina over and over, he drew her blood into his body, taking from her everything she offered and then some. When his balls drew up, his impending orgasm starting to push its way up through his cock, he released her neck, licked over the wound he had made then let go, his orgasm erupting from his cockhead in jetted spurts of never ending pleasure.

  Jacob smiled as Damien’s shout mingled with Abby’s cries, the rest of the brethren and their mates all grinning at the couple’s bond. “Now,” he said turning to Grace who sat next to him with her blouse spread open, her bare breasts a temptation he could no longer resist, “it’s your turn.”

  “My turn for what?” Grace asked warily with a glance toward the raised dais where Damien was lifting a shaky, red-faced Abby off the bench.

  “For me to fuck those lovely breasts, of course.” Smiling at the blush that spread across her face, he rose and stood before her, releasing his cock. “Don’t you remember what I told you about what a perfect bed your breasts would make?”

  “Yes, of course.” She did remember, and remembered her reaction to the image his comment had conjured. Now, reaching up to wrap her hand around the engorged, velvet softness of his iron hard cock, she felt her pussy gush with the prospect of making his suggestion a reality.

  “As good as that feels, baby, you’re going to need both hands to push your breasts together for me.” Jacob groaned when she released him then groaned again when she pushed her abundant flesh together, her nipples tight beads pointing straight at him. “That’s it, Grace,” he praised her as he braced his hands on the seat behind her shoulders, leaning over her and pushing slowly through her cleavage until he had his cock nestled between all that soft flesh. Closing his eyes, he savored the soft cushion she had created just for him before giving in to the need to move.

  Grace looked down, watched the deep purple head of his cock emerge from her breasts to tantalize her with its seeping slit. Unable to resist, she stroked her tongue over that smooth crown, lapping up his moisture before he disappeared again. Waiting breathlessly, she was ready for him when he made another appearance, her tongue ready to take another taste, tease him a little longer, before he retreated again. Over and over he pumped through the small space she made for him, cocooned between her breasts, coming out only long enough for her to lick over him again and again, clearing his oozing slit.

  She glanced up at him when he remained poised at her mouth, letting her suck his entire head past her lips, giving her time to lave his crown as well as stroke under the ridge, a sensitive area that had him jerking uncontrollably. His green eyes held a hint of desperation and worry and she knew he was wondering if this was going to be their last time together. The thought of never seeing him again threatened her composure, but she quickly rallied against it, refusing to send him off with anything less than her full confident support in his ability to return to her.

  Her look of confidence, in both him and her, was Jacob’s undoing and he allowed himself to let go, pulling out of the warm, wet cavern of her mouth to spew his seed on her breasts, using his right hand to wring every ounce of the pleasure she had wrought from him. As soon as his head cleared enough from the sensual haze of his release, he reached beneath her skirt and ripped her panties off her, his fingers sinking unerringly into her welcoming pussy.

  “Come for me, Grace,” he demanded hoarsely, the sight of her cum soaked breasts bouncing free of her hands making him hard all over again.

  Grace didn’t know if it was the threat he was going to face tonight or the exhibitionism or the hard, lustful, determined look on Jacob’s face that had her responding without hesitation or buildup to his order. Maybe it was all three, because she splintered apart on command, his fingers knowing exactly where to touch, how deep to go, where to pinch to have her soaring in pleasure only he could give her. Reaching up to pull his head down to hers, she kissed him before making a demand of her own. “Come back to me, Jacob.”

  Jacob nodded then sank his fangs into the soft fullness of her breast, sating a hunger only she could appease, his body responding with the renewed strength and power only she could give him.

  Caitlin sat on a sofa between Luc and Jon looking around the large converted ballroom at all of her mate’s brethren and their women. There was an air of desperation laced anxiety among the vampires, their looks of lust accompanied by erotic possessiveness as they touched their mates, the only difference in this entire scene that set it apart from anything she’d see in a porn flick. Her gaze moved from the glaze of satisfaction on Abby’s flushed face to see Jacob leaning over Grace, his cock fucking her breasts, his tight ass clenching with each push through her cleavage. When he bites her breast, she murmurs, “And dinner is served,” drawing chuckles from her mates.

  “You’re overdressed for this party,” Jon told her as he turned and whipped her shirt over her head.

  “Way overdressed.” Luc undid her jeans and Caitlin lifted willingly for him to tug them off.

  She had been the only one dressed in pants, the only one who didn’t have a sheer top or easily discarded skirt and she had felt inconspicuous and out of place among these people who took touching their mates in front of the others with a casualness that spoke of long time experience. She didn’t balk at being exposed publicly, her need for Jon and Luc having built to an all-time high watching the coupling going on around her. Her worry for the men she had come to care so strongly for was uppermost in her mind despite having confidence that they could slay any demons dumb enough to cross their paths.

  When Jon lifted her, lay her back on the sofa and draped her over him, she shoved aside every thought but pleasing and being pleased by her men. Jon’s cock, erect and ready, poked her stomach as Luc knelt behind them, his freed cock nestling between her buttocks suggestively.

  “You know what we want,” Luc whispered in her ear as his lubed fingers slid easily past the tight resistance of her dark channel.

  “Yes,” she answered him, her look encompassing both of them. “I want it too.” They had been building to double fucking her all week, taking turns with her pussy and ass, one cock in one orifice while the other used fingers or a phallus in her other orifice, preparing her for this ultimate possession and pleasure. She buried her face in Jon’s neck as their fingers worked her pussy and ass, lubing her, stretching her, arousing her until she was writhing uncontrollably between them.

  “Now, damn it,” she moaned when she couldn’t take it anymore, their fingers constantly shying away from giving her the final stroke she needed to get off, knowing they were keeping her on the edge on purpose.

  Jon pulled his fingers from the silken haven of her pussy and replaced them with his cock, her juices soaking him immediately, easing his deep penetration. “You feel so good, Cat,” he
told her, marveling that he never tired of taking her. Her slender body fit his perfectly, fit between them perfectly, and he couldn’t wait for Luc to join them.

  Luc didn’t keep either of them waiting, the sight of her greased anus flowering open as he pushed slowly into her nearly making him lose his wad right then. She was tighter with Jon filling her pussy, so he went slowly despite the urgent need to embed himself fully. “You doing okay, darlin’?” He paused a moment, waiting for her answer, her soft buttocks against his groin making him sweat.

  “Yes, I’m good. Just do it.” Caitlin held her breath as he filled her ass completely, then gasped when Jon pushed her up by her shoulders and she had to brace her hands on his shoulders to steady herself, their dual penetration making her shake with the need to move. “Jon?”

  “Relax. We’ll do all the work,” he told her soothingly, then pulled back slowly, making sure his dick dragged over her clit before returning to her snug heat as Luc pulled out of her ass. Their experience came in handy in giving Caitlin the ultimate pleasure of being fucked by both of them, and they worked with synchronized thrusts until she was throwing her head back and crying out with her first climax.

  The pleasure was indescribable, the feel of their cocks moving in tandem, constantly stroking over every single highly sensitized nerve ending until she didn’t know anything but them, didn’t feel anything but their cocks moving inside her, couldn’t see anything through the bright explosion of her orgasm, didn’t hear anything except her cries of delight at experiencing the ultimate in pleasure.

  Moments after she felt them coming inside her, filling both orifices with their release, the sharp, fleeting pain of their bite tossed her right back into the throes of another climax. As soon as she regained her senses, she told them in no uncertain terms, “You damn well better return to me tonight, because there’s no way I’m living without this now.”