by Scott, Talyn
“I know what you need. Right now, Sayer’s going to introduce something to your sweet ass. It’s similar to my piercings. You remember the way they roll over your drenched flesh?” He inched back and pushed in to rouse her memories while stroking her clit with his crisp hairs.
Her eyes rolled back and then snapped open when he stopped. What he saw before him was a female werewolf. “Don’t tease,” she hissed.
“You see, Azure Blue.” Sayer whispered against her nape, pinching her red buds and tightening her already tight nipples inside those tiny rings. “You’re in no position to demand anything.” He inserted one bead, then another, and then another, all varying in sizes forming an anal stalk. Her mouth opened, but no sounds came out. “I’m watching you take them in, sweetheart, you cute hole opening and closing around each one.”
“I can feel her contracting on them,” Gage whispered hoarsely, “trying to keep those spheres deep inside.”
“What…is…that?” She panted the question, moaning their names in a desperate plea for relief. Gage didn’t want her dangling so far that he would have to rebuild trust later, so he gave Sayer the signal to hurry it up.
Sayer handed him the tiny vibrator. Gage rounded the first nipple, watching her head go back again, and her mouth nearly licking the ceiling. “Are your nipples burning, Love.” He rubbed the small toy against the second nipple, brushing it over the peak, enjoying the view of her areolas tightening painfully. Sayer was delivering open mouth kisses on her neck, her shoulders. Everywhere he could reach unrestricted by the swing. Gage skipped her clitoris, since, at this point, her screams were deafening. Reluctantly, he sent a small compulsion her way to stall her orgasm, if only for a few moments. The way she was going at it, he was certain she would faint before anyone else finished. He handed the small vibrator back to Sayer. Without any qualms, Sayer attached it to the end of the anal stalk while Gage gave her the ride of her dreams, her darkest fantasies.
Gage pumped her hard, enjoying the grip the release from her delicious ass as she experienced her special toy. “It's time to jump in, Sayer. Come with us. I want us to all come together in the way we always should.”
Sayer met his eyes while whispering in Azure's ear. “Get ready, sweetheart… get ready for this.” He pulled out the stock, slowly but determinedly, and she felt every sphere roll out of her. The varying sizes kept her guessing as pleasure whipped her body to the edge of pain.
In return, her pussy gripped Gage’s sex mercilessly. Sayer delved right in, thrusting in and out without a care as to what Gage was doing. So Gage met him on the upstroke where both were pressed to the hilt in her sweet heaven.
When she screamed their names again, they dragged themselves back down until their hardened tips reached the delicate edges of her openings. Then, they dug back in for a final sweep.
“Azure, Love, it's time for you to come,” he commanded haggardly, lifting his earlier compulsion. On that single command, her eyes widened impossibly, and she gripped, released, gripped, and released with a force Gage had never enjoyed in all his years. And when he and Sayer licked the sky with her, he knew they’d never be the same again. This was as close, as real as it got.
Somehow, Gage knew that he loved her already.
Sayer eased out of her first, kissing her temple as her head rolled on his shoulder. She wasn’t used to this kind of release and the heat was exhausting her half human body. They’d really worked a number on her this time. And even though this was one of Azure’s fantasies and they’d held back their passions, they would have to go easier on her before the full moon set in.
And it was just around the corner.
“Out again,” Sayer groaned. “I don’t know how long I’m supposed to go without drinking from my Bride,” he said while working her out of her restraints in vampire speed.
It was an urge he couldn’t stop if he had to. Gage realized this necessity and Sayer was sick of feeding on him. “Can you eat some food?” He lifted beautiful Azure in his arms. She wore a silly grin on her face as she slept comfortably.
“I suppose so, but I’ve drank all my life.” He shut the lights with his mind and headed to the door. “I want what I want.”
How could Gage argue with that? In some ways, all immortals were petulant. Their rules set in stone. “There’s no way you can scent Tare, is there?” Gage couldn’t believe how close he circled Azure right under his nose. He wanted to flay that bastard and wear his skin as a belt.
“No,” Sayer hissed in the way vampires do, trudging through the small hallway that led to the master bedroom. “But I get a sense of the vampire that fed me.”
“In order for your escape?” Gage placed Azure on the bed, misted into the bathroom for wetted cloths, and back out to clean her.
“The culprit has been swirling about. And, today, when we were at her mother’s old digs” - Sayer started the shower with his mind, misting in to soap himself up in vampire speed - “I’m thinking we were stalked, hunted in the way of my Species blood. Jude contacted your friend named Kash, updated him when you were in a meeting. One of the Vampyr Vojaks is supposed to circle the house tonight, see if he can get a feel for Tare’s blood.” He scrubbed his black hair and rinsed, before reaching for a towel. “Can’t hurt, that’s for sure.”
“I’ve called for bigger backup than Kash. Never thought I’d see the day I would need it. But I have a mate to consider. If only she weren’t in danger because of me. If only it weren’t my doing. Then, the repercussions wouldn’t trickle to Azure. I had to kill Tare’s Bride, Sayer.” Gage misted into the bathroom, sagging against the vanity while watching Sayer load up his toothbrush. “Not only was it a direct order from Ciaran that I couldn’t deny, the vampires would have kept on ravaging our kind without a true death warning.” He thrust his fingers through his hair. “Mates for mates.”
“I know,” Sayer agreed reluctantly, talking around his toothbrush. “And now, fair or not, death has come full circle.”
Chapter Eighteen
Azure tossed on the bed, smacking into one hard-toned back and then the other. She was too hot, sweating all over the place. Sayer flipped over, his mouth sliding down her neck before he sucked her like a vacuum cleaner. “Geez,” she grumbled, “hickey, much?” But it felt good, so she held him closer to her throat.
“Sayer,” Gage’s voice was sleepy rough. “Knock it off.”
“Okay,” he managed with a derisive snort, reluctantly pulling away with a soft kiss.
Azure climbed over him, needing a drink in the worst way. When she took the hall that led to the staircase, Gage called out for her.
“Love, there’s a wet bar in the hall, remember?” She heard a rustling. “No need to go to the kitchen now.”
“I want some more of that grapefruit juice from the fridge,” she tossed over her shoulder, taking the right stairs two at a time. “Sorry I woke you guys.” When she reached the darkened bottom landing, her bare feet smacked the marble, and she nearly knocked over an impressive arrangement of deep purple Dendrobium Orchids. She’s mentioned them in passing yesterday, how beautiful she thought those particular orchards were. And here they sat on a high table in an absurd crystal vase reaching half the length of her body. She shook her head at their extravagance. Between them spoiling her with their bodies and avid attention, she sure didn’t need them to pamper her in such a way. Just living with Gage and Sayer as a family was enough. It meant everything.
Then, three things happened at once. A literal bonfire suddenly exploded on the pool deck. Azure made a mad dash for the phone to call for help. The creatures from her darkest nightmares jumped right off the upper landing and crashed onto the foyer below.
The one from the Everglades dream stood right in front of Azure, roaring and hissing while shielding her from a fireball rolling through the corridor that centered the double staircase. The other bolted at a dead run, barreling through the hurricane glass and shattering the windows in a spray of crystal bullets.
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p; Her mouth opened and closed a few times like a landed fish. She slid around in the orchids’ water, embedding glass into her bare feet before managing to scream. “S-Sayer!”
The creature’s body whipped around, gripping her in the crook of its arm. And when it stared down at her with an expression of unadulterated love. She gasped at what she saw. “Sayer,” she repeated softly. He stood nearly a foot larger than normal, thickly muscled, glowing skin, glowing eyes and fangs. Big fucking fangs punching over his bottom lip.
He abruptly swooped back down and pulled her into his arms, careful of his claws. And ran for the main elevator shaft by the kitchen pantry, steering clear of the private one they normally used in the foyer, waving his free arm at the doors to open them without touching the button. He growled, aiming straight for the open car, his load roars shaking her body.
No matter the sounds coming from behind them, his gaze didn’t shift as he sat her inside. “W-what do we do?”
He spun around when another fanged creature vaulted after him, leaping head over heels with a long silver dagger in its hand. Another explosion jostled the elevator when Sayer waved his hand, closing the doors. In an effort not to leave him, she reached out to pry the metal doors apart. But all she managed to do was catch a horrified glimpse of that dagger jammed into the center of Sayer’s chest.
“Oh, my God,” she gasped, pressing her fingers to her trembling lips. Monsters. Dying monsters. Sayer stabbed while saving her. “The other one must have been Gage,” she choked out, her throat burning from either screaming or that strange, blue fire.
The elevator dipped and then stopped with its doors opening between floors. She didn’t know what to do. Adrenalin punched through her, but she didn’t feel brave, not at all. She was totally freaked. If she stayed inside, the elevator might drop. If she tried to climb out, it might lurch and crush her.
“Who’s in there?”
“W-will?” She’d barely moved.
“Az, honey? Is that you in there?”
“Please.” Realizing that hauling out of there was her only option. “I have to get out.”
His hands came in, followed by those strong arms. Shaking ensued after something snapped overhead. “Hurry, Azure!” He was risking his life to save hers, and she wasn’t going to make him wait. She grabbed onto Will, swinging her legs high so he could pull her up. With his aid, Azure pushed through the narrow opening and landed face down on the carpeted corridor.
Though tears burned her eyes, she had no time cry before he had her over his wide shoulder, sweeping through the open door of his apartment. He kicked it shut with his foot and sat her down gingerly. “I’m so glad you’re here.” He hugged her fiercely, running his large hands up and down her back. “I told you that I had something of yours.”
“Will? We have to get out of this building. Now! There’s a fire right above in the penthouse.” She skirted him, reaching for the door.
“It’s your mother’s rosary,” he continued. “I want to apologize. I knew I had it, but I was wrong for not giving it back sooner.”
“Get Elise if she’s here. Hurry! Let’s get to the stairs before we’re unable.”
“And I knew you would want it back, especially after she passed away.”
“Will? Forget the rosary. Focus on what I’m saying. Did you hit your head, by chance?”
“I wanted you back,” he admitted. “I made so many mistakes, Az. So many.”
“Oh, God.” Could this night get any better? “You’re drunk, Will. I don’t want to leave you here, please, please take the stairs. Come on!” Strangely, she didn’t feel the building shaking or hear any other explosions. But she knew better than to hang around and wait for more. His arms slid around her body, pulling her back when she reached for the door again.
“I’m not drunk. I truly want to apologize, Azure. Elise is gone, now. For good. It’s just you and me.”
She reached back and patted his shoulder. “I’m sorry she left you, or that you dumped her. Right now, you have to get out of the building. I sure as hell am.” She hit the door, and his arms pulled her back more forcefully.
“See,” he whispered against her face, his breath putrid. “I can’t let you do that.”
“Why are you so cold, Will?”
“He’s coming for you.”
“Who?” She twisted around in his arms, only because he allowed it. The halogen blared down from the foyer light, illuminating his face, and she screamed on first sight.
He dropped her, cupping his ears as he bellowed for her to stop. “My ears are more sensitive now!”
Will looked dangerous, pale and gaunt. Large incisors stretched over Will’s chin, dripping with saliva and fresh blood. In fact, blood was everywhere, splattered on his chest, clothes, and face. Bits of flesh matted his dark hair.
“Who did this to you?” She sputtered, staring on in shocked fascination at the man she’d known for more than a decade. The one she’d truly loved not so long ago. Her knees were buckling, but she shook them out, eyeing the front door discreetly. “Oh, Will,” she sobbed brokenly, “h-how can I help you?”
Blindingly fast, he reached down and pulled her through the foyer. Then, he slowed his pace while wandering from side to side in the main hall. His hands were manacles around her, an iron grip she couldn’t escape. They passed his living room, dining room, and then his kitchen. Not a single fixture was on save the flickering refrigerator bulb. Its door stood wide open with light spilling out in a small radius, spotlighting a dark pool of blood centered by pale, feminine legs. Elise! He’d killed Elise!
“The rosary is over here.” He was using a normal, everyday voice as if they were chatting. “I must get it for you.”
A misplaced rosary was the least of their problems, but he wasn’t thinking clearly because he wasn’t Will any longer. He was other. And the other she thought him to be just would not register in her mind. Vampire? Vampires exist? Right alongside monsters, she realized.
But she had no time to dwell on what was real and what wasn’t. A slow clap intruded her thoughts, like mocking applause. The man she remembered from the gala who had introduced himself as Tare stood in Will’s media room.
“The perfect setting,” Tare said, bringing his hands together slowly. “Lost loves reunited. A happy ending I never got.” His eyes flashed, the irises soaking up the whites. “But I’m feeling like a generous vampire tonight, Azure Malloy. Ask me what it will take to save your man, and this young one will go free.”
A noise on the balcony caught her attention. She looked up without a pause, seeing Sayer and another vampire standing on a half wall that separated the balcony from death’s fall. The long silver still plunged straight through Sayer’s chest, his face grimly grave. He was still alive but for how long?
“I’ll do anything for him,” she whispered nearly inaudibly, but he’d heard.
“Excellent. All it takes is your sacrifice. You see, Azure. Gage MacGelton fucked and killed my Bride almost two-hundred years ago. As you may notice, I’m a patient vampire, very patient.” He glided next to her, sniffing her throat, eliciting a hideous growl from Sayer. “Finding you was all I cared about. Finding you was the only reason for living. Finding you was the only way to exact vengeance of the most painful kind.” He trailed the backs of his claws down her jawline. “I sure know what that painful kind is because your mate left me to walk a hell on earth. A lonely existence I don’t wish on anyone, apart from him.” He brushed her hair from her face tenderly, rubbing the strands between his thumb and finger. “When I have your lover on his knees, bathing in your blood, only then can I be freed to join her.”
Azure was beyond afraid, so only a few things clicked into place. The principal one being that this vampire was dying tonight because of a centuries-old vendetta, and he didn’t have anything to lose before he went out. That made him the most dangerous thing in the room. Meaning things were going to get bad, really bad.
Somehow, she had to put everything out of h
er mind and focus on helping Sayer. So many times, she’d watched death consume. Felt hands holding hers and then go limp after days, hours, and minutes of suffering. Nevertheless, the thought of that happening to Sayer and Gage gouged her soul. It couldn’t happen. Her eyes stayed pinned to Sayer. “What’s the sacrifice?” Her voice grew, sounding braver than she was. Watching her man on that ledge was spurring an unfamiliar but wholly welcome ire, she wanted to fight and fight hard.
But Tare wasn’t listening to her. “Collin?” He tilted his head questioningly, distracted. “So soon?” The vampire holding Sayer didn’t respond so he obviously wasn’t Collin.
The room grew instantly cold, even with the warm sea breeze wafting through, an inhuman power falling from the sky. She started to sense it before she saw it. An ominous mist formed behind Tare, dark and rolling, whipping in a menacing vortex so potent, Azure dared a step back, even with Tare’s claws still poised near her throat.
Blue eyes flashed, staring straight at her, before a gravelly murmur almost too low to catch said, “There you are Mine.” The floor shook, and the monster that was Gage formed right behind Tare. His oversized body covered in some strange, white liquid, rolling down his bulging flesh in thick rivulets.
In Azure’s next breath, she watched claws pierce Tare’s back, lengthening through his chest, and she knew they were piercing and grasping for his…
“Your heart is in my hands, Tare,” Gage rasped behind him. “I bathed in your brother’s blood just now.” Azure shuddered, now realizing what was dripping from Gage. She hoped he only did it to hide his scent, but somehow she knew that Gage thoroughly enjoyed it. “Now, I will bathe in yours.” Gurgling while going to his knees, Gage yanked Tare back up to face Azure. “Centuries I’ve waited for her.” The most animalistic growl Azure had ever heard left his throat, the war cry of a killer. “You think to take her?”
Tare’s mouth opened, white oozing out, “Only after I do everything…you did to my Clarice…while you watch. Fuck and kill,” he sputtered, “a mate for a mate.”