Keeping Cambria

by Kitty DuCane

  Cambria fought to keep her eyes focused on the mirror, to see her body in the throes of an orgasm, but when she shattered, she lost sight of herself as she writhed against the twins. Then teeth sank into the side of her breast and the inside of her thigh. Fire blazed, white and hot through her, and she erupted again, this time harder, almost jackknifing off the table.

  “You okay?”

  Cambria’s eyes fluttered open. For some reason, she felt dazed, disoriented, her breath too shallow. Venom smiled at her with smug satisfaction.

  “I don’t know. What happened?”

  “La petite mort.”

  Little death, something she’d always thought of as foolish nonsense. But there was no doubt about it—she’d been transported to an exotic sensual plane, enough to render her unconscious.

  * * * * *

  “My turn,” said Venom. He took Viper’s place between her legs. His cock slipped easily inside her warm, wet channel. Her pussy rippled with the invasion, caused his own member to jerk with need. He watched his erection slide in, framed by the delicate folds that were a soft pink and damp with her desire.

  Pleasuring her had consequences, eroding his thin control, but he’d be damned if he’d rush this. He wanted to savor every slow slide and retreat.

  Because his wolf had an unpleasant feeling, something he couldn’t shake. He glanced at his twin, who fisted his own cock. He wanted to ask Viper if he felt it too, but didn’t want any confirmation of the dread that wrenched his gut. He shook his head to clear it and prayed he was mistaken.

  And he wanted just to gaze at her, watch her face register every little nuance. He slid in to the hilt, his balls snug against her ass, felt her breath hitch as his crown nudged her womb. He released her arms and maneuvered them to her soft belly. When he freed her legs, she wrapped them around him.

  His wolf shuddered at the claiming he felt from that little move. Her legs were smooth, hugging him tight to her, urging him to make her come all over again. His bite on her breast was red, swollen, an intentional brand, something she couldn’t understand. To the wolf, it was everything.

  His wolf tracked Cambria’s hand as it drifted lower, bypassed her clit. She placed the V of her fingers on his cock, and he growled and purposely pinned it to her mound. Her touch had the ability to destroy his restraint. Just the light touch of her fingers caused his balls to draw up even more. She fisted his shaft when he pulled out, pressed her hand tightly around him, and when he eased down, she squeezed him until she ran out of room. They repeated the process several times until her other fingers found her clit.

  Cambria’s eyes drifted closed when she gripped the nub between her slender fingers and tugged it up and down in time with his movements. Something warmed in his chest, the knowledge that she met him stroke for slow stroke.

  His thigh muscles quivered as he restrained from pounding into her to pursue his own release. The wolf was painfully aware of the need to move slowly and savor. Cambria’s face was now flushed, the scent of her arousal tantalizing his nose.

  Her eyes drifted open, and she mouthed “Sorry” before she increased the swirl and pressure on her clit. She tugged him to her with her long legs. His wolf recognized the invitation, and the driving need to satisfy his lover.

  Venom amplified his speed, slammed into her with such force her breasts jiggled. The friction built, the pleasure mounting. Based on the slight ripples in her sheath, she was close. He grabbed one of her legs, caught it under his arm, and opened her up. Tingles ran from his balls and down the back of his thighs. The wolf compelled him forward, to lean over her and feel the pinpricks of her nipples against his skin.

  Cambria’s shout of his name grabbed his balls. His white-hot cum shot into her pussy as her inner muscles clamped down on his cock. The wolf took over and sank his canines into the soft muscle of her neck as he rode out his orgasm.

  Mine! Echoed in his head.

  “Mine,” he whispered into her hair.

  “Yours” she replied.

  * * * * *

  Viper watched his twin and his mate climax together. It was a beautiful picture, and he felt no jealously. Cambria was more than capable of handling both of them, together and separately.

  But he didn’t do slow. No, he was a hard and fast guy. When Venom pulled out of her, Viper forced himself to remain rooted in his spot, not approaching her until she was ready for him. Her eyes were closed, and he watched her breasts rise and fall, counted the breaths, waited for her breathing to return to normal.

  When her lovely green eyes opened, she turned to him, and he could wait no longer. He scooped her up, deposited her on her feet and facing the wall. He spread her legs, forced her to lean forward to tilt her hips and used magic to keep her there.

  “You have a terrific ass.”

  She smiled. “So do you.”

  He used his vampire skill and made the tile wall a mirror. These mirrors were the best idea he and his brother ever had, and would be a prerequisite any time they took her. “I have to see your lovely face and beautiful tits.” Have was too weak a word. Cambria’s were perfect spheres with rosy, hard buds. Her ass was perfect, too. And her long hair, long legs—just everything.

  Viper reached around and palmed the globes, pinched her nipples perhaps too hard for her, but she didn’t protest, just kept her gaze locked with his. The little minx wiggled her ass against his swollen cock.

  “You’re playing with fire, little girl.”

  She laughed. He loved her laugh. It was deep, throaty, and sizzled straight to his hard member. “I know,” she said.

  He caught his brother’s gaze in the mirror. “I think she’s being naughty,” Viper said to his twin.

  “Yep, and you know how to handle naughty little girls.”

  His wolf grinned. “I sure do.”

  Slap.

  His nose told him her little “oh” was more from surprise than pain. He rubbed the ache away. “Just like I thought. Pretty n’ pink.”

  Viper just had to know, so he dipped low, angled his cock, and pushed deep inside. Her sheath was snug despite the wetness from both her and his brother’s orgasm.

  Then he popped her other cheek. She closed her eyes as a little ripple rolled through her pussy, caressed his erection. It was sweet heaven.

  “Again,” she breathed. She captured her lower lip with her teeth, whimpered when he tapped her ass again.

  He repeated the process several times and each time her pussy contracted around him like a silken glove. Unable to delay his pleasure, he settled his hands on her hips, amazed that both could almost span her width. He ground into her. She moaned and pushed back against him. His wolf took over, set up a fast and furious pace. The sound of his thighs slapping her delicate ass echoed in shower. His balls drew up tight, ached to the point of pain.

  Cambria arched and threw her head back when her climax erupted around his cock. She screamed his name as her inner muscles rippled and gripped him. He covered her back, and sank his fangs into her other shoulder as his seed blasted from his cock. He pumped hard, bucked against her soft body, needing to crawl inside her. He rode her to completion.

  When he was spent, he released her flesh, grabbed her to keep her from collapsing. “You’re mine,” he whispered in her hair.

  “Yes,” she said.

  He pulled out, turned her around, and hugged her close. Her arousal melded with her perfume of wild rain, a scent he’d never get enough of.

  Finally, she lifted her head, a twinkle in her eye. “Can I finish my shower now?”

  He grinned. “Yes. You want breakfast or lunch?”

  “Neither.”

  Chapter Seven

  Cambria’s stomach growled as she braided her wet hair and flipped the thick rope over her shoulder. Now if her luck would hold and her belly would behave, maybe she could escape the twins without too much confrontation. Revelations were running rampant in her mind this morning, not all of them comforting.

  Surprisingly, she wanted
to see her twins again. Really, what woman didn’t want to be the jelly in a man-sandwich? And more than a date. She felt something for them because they were warm and hot, concerned and playful, caring and passionate. Oh, hell, she sounded like a form on a damn dating site.

  Crossing the room, she peered into the mirror. Her two bites were pale pink against her white skin, lightly throbbing with each beat of her heart. The bites on her inner thigh and breast did the same thing.

  A brand they said.

  Hot as hell she thought.

  And if Steven wasn’t missing, she’d consider climbing back in the bed and calling them in here.

  But she had to find Steven. If they wanted to help, she’d welcome it, because they could help her cover more ground.

  Some clothes were laid out, but they weren’t hers. They were the right size and clean, but there was no doubt who had selected them—black thong, well-worn, tight-ass jeans, skimpy black top and no bra.

  She grabbed her jacket and found a sword. She picked the blade up and knew this wasn’t hers. This was the sword of Tristam, or one like it, however that shit worked. It had elaborate scrollwork near the hilt, certainly aged by time. She took a swing. It was light enough for her and perfectly balanced. If she were lucky, she’d get to use it tonight to force Steven’s whereabouts out of some rabid vamp.

  Luck. That’s what she needed. After taking a deep breath, she opened the bedroom door and made her way down the hallway. She heard several cavernous voices she didn’t recognize. Sounded like a frat party. She rounded the corner and came to a halt. The living room was filled with—the brothers. She immediately recognized the brother from the club as he lounged like a lazy cat at the end of the couch, his big-ass boots plopped on the coffee table. She forced back a hiss as her eyes flitted across the room to the man who had to be Judge’s twin.

  Two more dark-haired twins lounged on the couch, one of which was within the alley with her…the twins. They were all dressed in dark shirts, and well-worn jeans, some with holes in the knees. The three sets looked different, but one couldn’t miss the family genes running through them, and she wondered why she hadn’t recognized it at the club—other than the fact that she’d been petrified.

  Venom stood, rounded the sofa, took her things, and tossed them on a nearby chair. Then he pulled her back against his chest into a protective embrace and a bra mysteriously appeared under the skimpy black top. “Honey, meet our brothers.” He went around the room. “The one on the left is Beast, the other is Bear. You met Bear the other night. That’s Jury, and you’ve met Judge.” She hissed. It just escaped.

  Viper laughed. “I don’t think she forgives you, bro.”

  All but Judge chuckled, the rich sounds filling the living space and vibrating against her skin.

  “I don’t.”

  Judge didn’t say anything, his face an unreadable mask, but he stared at her, almost dared her to glance away.

  “Judge has a wonderful idea.”

  She snapped her gaze to Viper’s. Oh, this I gotta hear. She arched a brow.

  “You’re looking for this guy named Steven. If you’ll give Venom and me a picture in our mind, we’ll show it to them. That way, when they are asking around, they can…”

  “Plunder their brains,” added Judge.

  Viper glared at his twin.

  “You have to admit,” Venom said behind her, “it’s a good plan.”

  It was, even though the butthole had come up with it. And somehow, that galled her ass.

  “And how do I do it without them getting in my head?” Because she’d never let their brothers in.

  The one called Bear grinned. “She doesn’t trust us. That’s good. We swear not to wander around in there.”

  She noted all but Judge agreed.

  “And we’ll know if they get in, but if you just reach for ours and not theirs, you’ll be safe.”

  There was no way it could be that simple. “Okay, as long as they don’t get in and you don’t—poke around.”

  Venom hugged her, planted a soft kiss on her cheek. “We promise.”

  This wasn’t a plan she was comfortable with, but for Steven’s sake, it was the best one she’d had since he disappeared.

  So she unbolted her mind, just reached for her mates. She smiled as warmth flooded her. That was Venom. Then hot sex scenes were next. That was Viper.

  She showed them her favorite memory. Steven, with his tall, lanky self, blond hair kissed by the sun, fishing with her on the bank of a pond in rural North Carolina. God, he loved to fish. She still didn’t know what possessed him to leave their sleepy hometown and travel to Atlanta. He’d just said he had to go, and he’d be in touch. There had been something off in his voice, a weary tone that had her asking all kinds of questions which he sidestepped.

  After three weeks had passed and she couldn’t catch up with him, she took a weekend to go home. She’d found papers in his bedroom where he’d written vampire and Atlanta and club in the curly, expressive script of his. Why hadn’t she insisted he visit her in New Orleans instead?

  Don’t be sad, said Venom. We’ll find him.

  She rammed the door closed to her mind, and battled tears. God, how she missed Steven. Fighting for composure, she sank back onto Venom, her steady ship in a storm. She glanced at Viper and grinned. He was her storm.

  And she looked forward to seeing them tonight after hunting.

  “Who is this man to you?” asked either Beast or Bear. She’d caught the absurd names, hadn’t been nimble-minded enough to pin the name to the vampire.

  “Which one are you?”

  “I’m Beast.”

  “You know, all of you should hang signs around your necks so people can tell you apart.”

  She blinked, and Beast, Bear, Viper, and Jury all had signs with their names. Judge’s said ‘asshole,’ and she hid a smile. “Much better.”

  “We aim to please,” replied Bear.

  “You did that?”

  He nodded.

  “Okay, back to Beast’s question. Steven is my older brother.” She relayed the story about how he disappeared, what she found in his room, how she combed clubs asking around, and how she’d discovered that vampires were killing people. “Present company excluded,” she added.

  “We kill when we have to,” replied Viper. “We can’t let a werewolf or vampire hunt the human race, because these degenerates have too much strength, and humans can’t possibly win.”

  Unfortunately, all that made sense to her—there was good and evil in all species, apparently, even the freaky ones.

  “I’ve seen your brother,” said Beast.

  She tried to pull free of Venom, but he held her tight with his arms around her middle. The room was quiet, the air appeared to harbor some energy she couldn’t see, but could feel it as it flicked across her skin.

  “So tell me.”

  The one called Beast cleared his throat, “I met your brother in an old farmhouse outside of Atlanta in the little town of Adairsville. There was a party in a dilapidated barn. Three women were strung up with ropes from the rafters. They had bite marks all over their bodies.”

  Cambria’s skin crawled with dread, a sinking feeling in her belly. Her chest tightened, and she swallowed hard to keep the bile down. Blood sizzled in her ears, muffling and distorting everything.

  “I found a master vampire and two newly-turned vamps taking turns with whatever they wanted from the girls. The females had been raped, tortured, almost sucked dry.”

  The lights dimmed, and suddenly she watched the scene in the barn through Beast’s eyes as it played out on the wall. Her brother was shirtless, standing in front of one of the women, her head lolled over to one side, his head at her neck. When he saw the intruder, he released her flesh. Fangs flashed. Then the screen in her brain went black.

  It wasn’t possible. Steven would never let himself intentionally be used by a filthy bastard of a vampire. “That can’t be true. You made it up!”

  He s
hook his head, and a kind of sadness filled his eyes. “While I was checking his mind, I discovered how he became a vampire.”

  Cambria stood rooted in her spot, watching as her brother sat in a bar conversing with what she knew was a vampire. The vamp offered Steven immortality and all the sex and drugs he could handle. And her weakling brother had eagerly agreed.

  “We always check the werewolves’ or vampires’ minds to see if they are salvageable, to determine if they’re just under a vampire’s influence or have a diseased mind that’s too far gone.”

  Nooooo, please don’t say it!

  “Your brother was…his mind was black with bloodlust. He couldn’t be saved.”

  Her legs buckled as agony threatened to rip her soul from her body. She forced herself to hold his gaze, waited for the cry of ‘April fool’s’ or the just-fucking-with-you sign.

  “I killed him.”

  Several fucks and damn’s echoed from a distance. Blackness threatened to consume her. The anguish in her chest was so constricting, it was as if a fist grabbed her heart and squeezed like a vise. Some part of her wanted the hand to finish the job.

  “I’m sorry.”

  Sorry?

  Cambria’s vision returned, crisp and sharp like a finely-honed blade. Her muscles tensed as fight or flight slammed into her full force. She smashed her head into Venom, catching him in the nose. When one hand went to his face, she raked her boot down his shin. She yelled, tugged as hard as she could, and broke free because she knew he’d let her go.

  Mates are so stupid and gullible.

  She snatched the sword from the chair, ran as fast as possible, brought the weapon over her head for a killing blow, and launched herself off the coffee table.

  Then she was suspended in midair—again—the blade pressed against Beast’s neck, a thin ribbon of blood running down his skin and along the edge of the sword.

  Her breaths came in gasps, her chest heaving as pure rage raced unbridled through her system. The man before her didn’t even blink.

  “Let me go, you motherfucker.”