The Beast 3: Old Ways, New Days

by Renee George

  Tyrsgard Madds caressed his sac with lover’s hands.

  This is going to get good. She reached into her surveillance bag, never taking her eyes off the blond vampire, and grabbed a large vibrating dildo. She pulled the chain between her nipples up to her mouth, grasping the links in her teeth. She tugged, stretching her brown, taut nubs. With her hands free, she turned on the vibrator and pulled her thong over to one side, exposing the folds of her swollen labia. Nadine waited for Madds to make his next move.

  The Viking’s hand swept the length of his shaft. He bit down on his lower lip and glided the pad of his thumb across the bulbous head. Nadine heard a low moan and realized it came from her. She tugged the chain harder, slid two fingers down to spread the folds of her slick pussy, scraping nails across the sensitive skin, and pressed the vibrator to her clit.

  She watched as he stroked his rigid cock in a sure steady rhythm, driving his fist to meet his balls. Madds dropped to his knees and down on one hand, still moving his other hand deliciously over his cock. Nadine adjusted the camera to watch his firm ass and the reflection of his face in the mirror. She wanted to see all of him as he thrust his hips forward, fucking his own fist.

  He’s a bottom. And that thought made her want to put on a strap-on and fuck him mercilessly. Nadine held the quivering balls of her dildo against her pussy and heaved her hips forward, imagining she was driving the silicone cock into the Viking’s puckered anus. Madds arched his back in a catlike movement -- his eyes rolling upwards under half-closed lids.

  Oh yeah. Take it, baby. She studied every sculpted sinewy strand of muscle in his thighs as they flexed and released. Nadine pictured digging her one-inch fingernails into his quads as she thrust forward in her chair once again, intensifying the vibrations against her clit, while heat, swelling, and pressure building between her legs. Slow down, chica, she heard Gui’s voice in her head, or this is not going to last. Too late. She clenched her eyes and threw her head back, yanking the chain and her nipples upward in exquisite biting pain as her back lurched forward, shuddering, while her pussy spasmed in staccato waves of ecstasy.

  Nadine opened her eyes when the orgasm subsided, her sex still throbbing. The Viking’s pace remained slow and steady, deliberate even, never quickening, but the thing Nadine began to notice the most was the look of longing and need on his face. And something else she recognized, because she’d seen it in herself. Loneliness. Then suddenly, he stopped, leaning back on his heels. Madds simply stared at his reflection.

  Nadine shook her head in disbelief. “He didn’t come.” The Viking personified control. She watched as he crawled into Nathan’s bed, naked and hard, waiting and… sad.

  Chapter 4

  With a ten-car pileup on I-70, a gang-banger shoot out on Troost, and a fire in the apartments on 8th and Oak, the ER had been busy. Nathan barely had time to even think about Guillermo and Tyr during his eight-hour shift. He arrived at his apartment at five-thirty in the morning. Exhausted, he threw his clothes haphazardly on the floor with his only thought being “bed.”

  He flipped the light switch on in the bedroom and nearly screamed when he saw Tyr’s gigantic body sprawled facedown, naked and spread-eagled across his California king, still managing to take up all four corners.

  Tyr lazily turned his head and gazed up at Nathan. “You’re home.”

  “Yes, I am. The operative word there is home. My home. What the hell are you doing here?” Nathan suddenly imagined how the three bears must have felt when they discovered Goldilocks.

  “Don’t you want to know if Nan made it safely to her hotel?” Tyr’s mouth crooked up in a half smile.

  “You didn’t say anything to her, did you?”

  “About what? You being a vampire or the fact that a good Christian like yourself has a beau?”

  “Don’t push it, Viking.”

  A pained expression crossed Tyr’s face. “No worries, Master. I couldn’t have gotten a word in edgewise even if I had wanted to.”

  Nathan smiled. “Yeah, she’s a regular chatty Cathie.” Tyr moved his arm, the action miraculously causing every muscle on his backside to flex, including his ass. “You didn’t answer my first question, Tyr. What are you doing here?”

  Tyr rolled onto his side and his hammer of a cock curved up and toward the left against his cut abdomen. Nathan became acutely aware of his own nakedness as his own cock sprang to attention.

  “Oh, this is so not happening.” He grabbed a blanket and a pillow from the bed with every intention of going to the couch.

  “This is your bed, Master. I’ll move to the living room if it is your wish.”

  Nathan found it hard to take his eyes off Tyr. “Don’t call me master. It’s too weird. Nathan is good.”

  “Would you like me to go sleep on the couch… Nathan?” Tyr caressed his ball sac then stroked a hand up his long, thick shaft.

  Nathan’s mouth went dry. “I… I’m going to take a shower.” A cold one. “You do what you want.”

  The shower came on in the bathroom. You do what you want, Nathan had said. Tyr wanted to join Nathan under the warm running water. It had been too many years since Tyr had been allowed sexual release. Nathan couldn’t possibly understand the significance of their bond. It created such a dependency of servant to master that even something as simple as having an orgasm could not be achieved without Nathan’s presence. He required Nathan for everything. Food, pleasure, and life, basically.

  Unfortunately, a vampire couldn’t arrange his own death. The soul, which inhabited the vampire that made him, would step in to prevent such an occurrence. Tyrsgard Madds wished like hell he would have died with Min. At least this cruel immortality would end.

  Steam rolled out from under the bathroom door. Tyr breathed in deeply, taking in Nathan’s musky scent carried on the minute droplets. His instinct told him to join the young vampire, but his idea of duty kept him firmly in place -- firm being the operative word. He’d had a constant erection since his encounter with Nathan at the club and try as he might, the damn thing wouldn’t go away. Having a hard-on for nearly twelve hours might sound fun in theory, but in fact, all it did was make Tyr’s dick hurt.

  He’d never had this reaction with Min. His punishment had begun the day Guillermo escaped Min. The Egyptian blamed Tyr. Guillermo Perez had become difficult to control even with Min’s power to manipulate other vampires’ minds. Gui’s resistance spoke volumes of his inner strength, something that Tyr could respect. Min had ordered the Viking to take the defiance out of Guillermo. He’d given Tyr specific instructions of his duty. Tyr fulfilled his duty.

  Guillermo took the rapings and the beatings that Min made Tyr carry out while the Egyptian watched. Gui never once begged for mercy or repented. Night after night, he tortured Gui until Min would say it was enough. Gui’s stoicism and bravery during the humiliations sparked courage in Tyr. One morning, after weeks of these sessions, Min had left the torture room, leaving Tyr alone with Gui.

  Tyr closed his eyes and leaned back on the pillow, remembering the first time he’d made himself vulnerable to Guillermo.

  * * *

  Chicago, 1904

  Tyr gazed helplessly at Guillermo’s battered and used body, stretched out on a table like a deer ready to butcher. His hands and feet were bound and pulled to the four corners. Blood welled from his wrists and ankles where the metal shackles cut into his flesh.

  He lay quiet, serene, taking everything that Min threw his way.

  “Enough for now,” Min ordered. “We’ll start again tonight.” The tall Egyptian, nearly as tall as Tyr, left the room with a flourished grace and the unspoken command to clean up Guillermo so he would be fresh for the evening. Usually, unable to bear it, Tyr would call in one of the others to take care of Guillermo, but he’d been forced to be especially cruel to Guillermo during this particular night and he couldn’t stand the thought of another mocking Guillermo while preparing him to be tortured once again.

  “I’m going to take your
shackles off,” Tyr whispered to Guillermo. “I want to check your wounds.”

  Gui made no response. In the weeks since the breaking of Guillermo had begun, he’d been kept in this position, with no relief other than the dead sleep of day. Min had even kept him from feeding. How can he stand the pain?

  He unlatched the shackle on Gui’s left ankle. The metal, corroded with rust, no doubt from being in constant contact with the wet wounds, had eaten away at the flesh. Tyr touched the wound. Guillermo didn’t flinch.

  Busying himself with the other shackles, Tyr tried to put the horrific scene out of his mind, but every glimpse of missing skin, blackened muscle, and exposed yellowing bone made him sick to his stomach. He turned his back on Guillermo to retrieve the water basin from the corner of the stark room, praying to Odin that Min would not come back unexpectedly.

  He returned to Guillermo with the basin and the cloth and wiped down his body, starting with his shoulders and back, working his way from the center out. The wounds from the shackles were last. Carefully he turned Gui over. The front of his body was mottled with stale blood that had pooled below the skin’s surface, like you would see on a dead body that had lain in one position for too long. Only his face remained pale perfection.

  Guillermo stared up at Tyr, too weak to move anything except for his eyes, dark glittering gems of judgment. “Why?”

  The raspy, parched sound of Guillermo’s voice startled Tyr. “You know why Min is doing this. He wants your complete submission. If you would give over to him, allow him back into your mind, this would stop.”

  “Not Min. You.” Guillermo’s eyes closed briefly.

  “I do as I’m told.” Tyr needed to put distance between his work and his emotions.

  “I… must… feed.”

  Min wanted Guillermo hungry and desperate. The problem for Tyr was that he wanted to strike a vein, right then and there, for Guillermo -- to alleviate some of the suffering he’d caused in the name of his master. If caught, the consequences would be dire.

  “I can’t…”

  Gui’s eyelids fluttered. “Please.”

  There it was. Guillermo had broken, but not for Min, for Tyr. Tyr opened a vein for Gui, feeding the desperate vampire.

  After, with his eyes bright with renewed health, Guillermo asked, “Why do you do this? Aren’t you afraid of Min?”

  “I can’t directly disobey him.” Tyr licked his wrist, sealing the cut. “But he stopped reading my mind a long time ago.”

  Guillermo managed to sit up, the discoloration in his skin already disappearing. “So, he can’t read my thoughts, and he doesn’t read yours. This is an unlikely friendship. How do I know I can trust you?”

  “You don’t.” It was the truth. Because Tyr couldn’t disobey his master. Min didn’t have a reason to delve too deeply into his conscious or subconscious mind, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t. There could be no complete trust between Guillermo and himself. His bond to Min, no matter how vile, was eternal.

  Chapter 5

  Guillermo banged the phone down on the receiver. “Estúpido! Incredíble!” He scratched his head and growled. For someone who was usually unruffled, he felt that lately he’d been getting ruffled a lot. First Nathaniel and Tyrsgard, and now this. The door opened. Nathan walked in.

  “Hey, Gui, I wanted to stop by before I headed out to meet…” He sighed. “I think we should talk.”

  “Talk? Fine, talk. But not now.” Guillermo, agitated, flipped through his Rolodex. Beth usually handled these kinds of messes, but she was dead. “I’m busy, Nathaniel. Can this wait?”

  “I can’t believe you’re still pissed off at me.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous, Nathaniel. Contrary to what you’d like to believe, my emotions do not revolve around you.” Guillermo snapped his fingers. “Do you know any good lawyers?”

  “You planning to divorce me?”

  Guillermo could hear the attempt at humor in Nathan’s voice, but he was in no mood. “There has to be a real commitment before you can divorce someone.” Gui watched Nathan’s body stiffen. “Forgive me, amante. I am feeling a bit, how you say, testy? Nadine is in jail.”

  A muscle in Nathan’s jaw jumped. “What? How? Did she kill someone?”

  “In jail. Unimportant. And no, she didn’t kill anyone.”

  Guillermo was not about to tell Nathan that while Nadine was doing surveillance of him, the landlord had brought a couple to view the vacant apartment shortly before dusk. Upon the discovery of a dead body slumped over a keyboard, the police had been called. When the police arrived and the dead body suddenly woke up, all hell broke loose. They thought she was on drugs. Why else would she smash the computer and its components into tiny little pieces? Guillermo knew she’d destroyed the electronics to prevent the police from finding out why she was really there.

  “Well, shit.” Nathan rubbed his arms. “I’ll call my… you know, and cancel dinner. We’ll figure something out.”

  Concern? For Nadine? “Why do you even care, Nathaniel? You have no love for Nadine.”

  Nathan’s eyes softened around the edges. He cocked his head to the side and briefly bit his lower lip. “You care about her. She is yours. You are mine. So by proxy, that makes her sort of mine.”

  For once, Guillermo was speechless. An overwhelming surge of love washed the irritation from him. “You are full of surprises, amante. Gracias.”

  Nathan closed the distance between them and put his hand on Guillermo’s shoulder. His intense green eyes pierced Guillermo’s heart. The silence between them spoke volumes. Nathan leaned in and kissed Guillermo, tenderly, softly, then his head jerked up.

  “I think I might know someone who can help.” He brushed past Gui to the phone and dialed. After a brief conversation, he hung up. “Consider Nadine taken care of. My friend assures me that she’ll be out in an hour.”

  “Who’s your friend?”

  “Never mind that.” Nathan moved behind Gui and wrapped his arms around his waist, his erection pushing through his jeans against Gui’s ass. “Where were we?”

  Guillermo turned in Nathan’s arms. “Do you want me, amante?”

  “Always.” Nathan smiled. “I’ve been hard since I walked in your door. You have that effect on me. It’s a curse.”

  “More like a blessing.”

  The static tingle on Nathan’s skin tickled Guillermo’s fingertips as he pushed his hands under the doctor’s t-shirt and slid the soft cotton up over his head. He remembered a time when his touch had repulsed Nathan, but those days were gone. Now, the young vampire welcomed every caress, every stroke. Of course, Nathan hadn’t been the only one to change. Before Nathan, Guillermo hadn’t let anyone penetrate him in a long time. Scars from his past had prevented him from making himself so vulnerable. Mentally, he shook the thoughts from his head. He didn’t like to think about that time in his life.

  “Do you even know how badly I want you?” The soft breathy sound of Nathan’s voice aroused Guillermo, stirring his blood to near heat.

  He wanted Nathan, wanted to feel him inside him, taking him. It sounded ridiculous, even to himself, but Nathan made Guillermo feel like a whole person again. “No.” He teased his lips down Nathan’s throat to his chest. “How badly do you want me?”

  Nathan’s small nipples became excited little beads of hard flesh as Gui’s expert lips nipped and tugged at the taut nubs. All the tension and fear Gui had been feeling over Nadine and Tyr melted away with the low moans of appreciation rolling from Nathan’s throat. Guillermo rubbed his hand over Nathan’s cock, caressing the shaft through the rough denim. He pulled away from Nathan and undressed.

  Needing the declaration from Nathan, an indication of his feeling, Guillermo held his hands out, palms up. “I ask again, how badly do you want me?”

  Nathan couldn’t disguise his hungry desire -- didn’t want to. His greedy gaze stretched the width and height of Guillermo’s lean muscled body. Guillermo’s pale olive skin was perfect and unblemished. But it
was Gui’s dark eyes, pure ebony and intense, that made Nathan weak at the knees. It took everything he had to keep them from buckling out from under him. How badly? He wanted Guillermo urgently, constantly. What can compare to that? Suddenly his mouth went dry. “I want you like the moon chases the sun. A want that is perpetual.”

  Guillermo lowered his eyes, almost coy. He circled Nathan, dragging his hand around Nathan’s stomach and back. “But the moon never catches the sun, amante.”

  A shiver ran through Nathan, starting in his chest and ending at his groin. Even beneath his tight jeans, his cock jerked in response. “Except during eclipses.”

  Gui stopped behind him and leaned to his ear. “I don’t think I can wait that long.” Gui stepped in front of Nathan. His hands hovered over Nathan’s chest while crackles of light passed between his palm and Nathan’s skin.

  The tingling was maddening and Nathan ached to be touched. “I want you… need you. Now.”

  Guillermo inclined his head slightly so that his jaw brushed Nathan’s cheek. “It is all I can ask of you, mi amante.”

  Nathan looked into Guillermo’s eyes. Sadness? He was a man drowning in sorrow, and Nathan meant to save him. Reaching out, Nathan took Gui’s face in his hands and pulled him into a tender kiss. He slid his tongue into Guillermo’s mouth, pressing his lips to Gui’s with steady pressure. He’d been so rough the night before with the Beast in control and now he wanted to take his time.

  Guillermo’s fingers worked the buttons on his jeans, sliding them down his hips to mid-thigh, letting Nathan finish the work by wriggling out the rest of the way. Guillermo’s thick pulsing shaft slid against Nathan’s rigid cock. Nathan’s body quickened to the feel of his lover. He dropped to his knees.

  “I want you, Guillermo. Not just to fuck you, or to be fucked.” Nathan licked the skin where Gui’s testicles met his thigh. “I want you.”

  Guillermo ran his fingers through Nathan’s hair, his eyes brightened with heat. “You don’t know how much…”