by Kaia Bennett
I gave and took, fluttering the tip of my tongue against her clit, but only giving her the lightest of touches.
“Don’t tease me. Not now. God, not now, when I—”
I kissed her thigh. “When you what?”
On the monitor, Sundara replaced her whips on one of the beams and revealed a straight razor like a magic trick. The wolf’s erection flagged, judging by his heavy breathing. The camera closed in lovingly on the sweat dripping from his brow, and the droplets Sundara licked between his bulging pectoral muscles.
“I need your mouth on me, Jesse,” she whispered. Unshed tears glittered like jewels. She bared her teeth at Vaughn’s shouts, his exclamation as he rocked into the queen’s mouth and roared, “Take it all, you filthy. Fucking. Whore. You need that come, don’t you, baby? You wanna taste it?”
He spoke to the queen.
He stared at Evie.
Evie clutched me and I grinned at Vaughn. Still resting my lips at the soft spot where thigh met mound. My racing mind hurled me into a motel room, racing like a speeding train, four bodies tied together, filling every hole of the sweetest witch we’d ever tasted. She wrung us dry, left us hollowed out husks, still desperate for one more orgasm.
Evie humped my face and stared at Vaughn, eyes hooded before she tore her gaze away from my brother and the past. I claimed her then, hauled her to my mouth, put her legs over my shoulders and doused the need inside her with my tongue.
She arched her spine at the rapid-fire licks against her clit. When her whines hit the air just right, I rewarded her by sucking the engorged pearl. Her pussy vibrated against my taste buds, thighs squeezing my head until the rush of blood filled my ears.
Her spine arched, and with a lusty howl, she gave me her sweet cream, shuddering and rocketing over my head, only to collapse a second later.
I lifted my head and glanced at Vaughn, who crested seconds after Evie with a riotous shout that echoed hers. The queen suckled on, driving Vaughn to the brink and beyond, and still she sucked, until Vaughn doubled over and winced from the pain of being so thoroughly emptied. He liked pain, though. Giving and receiving. He pulled out of the grinning queen’s mouth. She laid a kiss on the bruised head of my brother’s cock, the blood vessels red and shrieking against his pale flesh while she licked salty pearls from her lips.
I wanted Evie to feel like Vaughn felt, spent but needing more, bruised past her nerve endings and down to her soul, with pleasure. I wanted her crying out like Stark, who now had one snowflake carved into the flesh of his inner thigh while Sundara sucked his cock with lazy strokes, root to tip, root to tip.
She’d always been a multi-tasker, that true born vixen. And, so had I. I slid three fingers, fast and hard, into Evie’s fluttering core, curved my fingertips in a quest for her pleasure spot. My mind whispered, beg me.
“No, no, no.”
Evie clawed the leather above her head, fucking herself onto my fingers, trying not to say the words I’d only heard as pleas for release from captivity. Please.
Don’t.
Stop.
I wanted those words together in a whole new way now.
Beg me.
When I feared she was on the brink of coming, I pulled my fingers out and bit into her thigh to taste her sweet blood instead.
On the monitor, Sundara released Stark’s cock, switched the razor to her left hand, and began carving his unblemished thigh.
“Jesse…”
I pulled away to make her wait. Evie’s thighs quaked, but I ignored her suffering to pull off my suit jacket, dropping the fabric in a forgotten heap. On the other side of us the queen lifted her skirts and straddled Vaughn’s grinning mouth, saying in the crisp haughtiness of queens everywhere, “Serve me.”
The slave crawled between Vaughn’s legs where they dangled over the bed, and went to work teasing his cock to life with sucks, licks, and gentle rolls of his balls in her palm. His large hands caressed the soft mounds and dark peaks of the queen’s breasts, her small, pale hands covering his larger ones as she rode his face to ecstasy.
Evie’s whimper stole my attention, her eyes pleading for me to finish what I’d started.
How had I ever thought I could toss this aside? This smooth skin, these curves, this blood? How had I thought I could snuff out that sigh, or close those fluttering eyelids forever?
I couldn’t. From the moment I tasted you. From the moment I saw you, I was lost. I just didn’t know it until now.
No secrets. I forgot too late that we had no secrets. I hated that none of my truths could stay mine alone. I wanted to hate her the way she said she hated me. I felt weakness in my blood, infiltrating me by degrees, in direct proportion to my want for her.
“I do hate you,” she whispered, but her voice cracked on the word ‘hate’. “I hate you,” and then, “I need to come. I need—”
I need you, her mind whispered she covered her face in her hands, unable to hide any more than I could.
I captured her hands and pulled them down, but she turned her face from me, staring up at the monitors.
“You almost came without permission! Such a bad boy,” Sundara cooed, nibbling at the red and swollen glans of Stark’s cock. The wolf gave a pitiful, bestial howl, his frustration and agony echoing on the track. His hips bucked, and then strained in midair, trying and failing to penetrate his tormentor’s retreating mouth, to finish. I had to admire him. He’d lasted longer than many had, men who’d hated Sundara, who’d challenged her, who thought they could thwart and claim her body on the rack instead.
The music sighed over the beat: Such a bad boy, beg me.
I wanted to beg Evie to suck my cock, to make her jaws ache.
I wanted her to beg me to fuck her, to hurt her.
I wanted inside every sweet orifice on her body, to brand her with my come and cover my face in her blood. I wanted to paint her with my blood, swirl my insides like red ink all over her and make her part of me in ways no witch rite could tear apart.
I said none of this. I didn’t have to, and she didn’t want me to know that she wanted all those things, too.
She refused to look at me, but I wasn’t done any more than Sundara. We were both close, and I’d have my mate beg me before the night ended.
19
I stood between Evie’s widespread thighs, her heaving chest drawing my gaze as I ripped off my tie. I wound a length of silk in around my left hand, tight as the wrap under a boxing glove, and motioned for her to sit up by crooking two fingers.
She swiped her tongue over her bottom lip, her eyes defiant, but yearning.
There’s no getting away now, Evie. Just like your wolf guardian, you’re trapped. You’re mine.
She cast a forlorn glance at the monitors, where her kindred spirit did battle with my kindred spirit. A straight razor tickled the underside of Stark’s cock with a swirling motion. As Sundara moved the blade toward the tip, she whispered into Stark’s ear. The audience wasn’t privy to this exchange, which made the wolf’s deep swallow and teary eyes all the more intriguing. He stared heavenward and his jaw worked as the blade bit.
Evie sat up and placed her fingers over the pulse between her legs. I gripped my cock to ease the throb and undid my belt. Hastily, I unzipped and pulled my cock through the opening, desperate to feel her mouth on me. Evie stared at the glistening head. A shudder of anticipation whispered through me when her fangs descended.
I want to hurt you, her mind hissed. Every day, every minute. I want to break you the way you broke me.
She knew how to hurt me, the way Sundara hurt Stark, with shallow love scratches from her gorgeous razor along his fragile red glans.
Evie’s whimper of pleasure as she slid her fingers into her cunt wafted against the head of my shaft. The heat, and then the chill of the air as she retreated, rocked me. Her tongue dipped into the tip and then retreated.
“Don’t play coy, baby. You and I both know you can choke on cock like a pro.”
I smirked. Sad
ness shimmered in her gaze and she abandoned teasing my cock. All the shafts she’d had shoved in her mouth, all the come I’d forced her to swallow, slithered over her mind like a tongue. I reached behind her and grabbed the dangling length of my tie, until I bracketed her diamond-adorned head with silk. I tugged her face into my groin and rubbed the veined length of me against her cheek.
Suck it. Bite it. Put your pretty mouth on me, Evie. You can’t break me, but we can have fun while you try.
Her shocked stare merged with my hunger. Blood swelled in my veins at the thought of her bite. I humped her cheek and silently begged for the sweet trap of her mouth.
She abandoned her own pleasure, and shoved my shirt high, to claw my stomach and hips. Her feverish fingers caught in the ends of my hair, caught in the silk of my shirt. Evie licked me like hard candy, inhaled deep my musk. I hissed when her nails dug trails of fire down my back, to the base of my spine and down the curve of my ass. She swallowed me halfway. I wrenched her down the remaining length with the tie, crying out as her fangs sliced twin trails down my flesh. I didn’t stop until I’d buried her nose in the dark curls at the base and she gargled in protest.
Liam shuffled through my brain, memories of taking what I wanted swapped with the present moment, of being taken. I heard him say, Fuck yeah, hurt me, baby. I heard my mind echo the same words, as vulnerable as a baby vamp, pinned in Evie’s jaws. Hadn’t I wanted to be the one to make her beg for pain? How did she always end up on top even when I thought I had her pinned beneath me?
I roared with pain and the pleasure of suction when she bit down. Gasps and the scent of sex filled the air, leather and incense and the off-kilter music of sweaty skin catching on red upholstery. To my left, Vaughn fucked the queen from behind, her gauzy skirts pooling around her hips while the slave tore open the flesh of my brother’s back with teeth and nails. From shoulders to ass she bled him, licking all the way down his spine and redrawing her progress as he healed.
On screen, Sundara laughed and slapped Stark so hard across the face the entire room boomed with the sound. A flash of brilliant blood red light bathed the room like a police LED in slow motion. Stark’s roar transformed his face and filtered into the music. Bloody teeth ripped through his gums, revealed behind his curled lips. His eyes glowed blue in the dark. Every muscle strained, trying to get free of his bindings and grab Sundara. I didn’t know if he wanted to come or kill her. Probably both.
Sundara swayed as the circular motion of the stage picked up speed. The base they stood on lifted from the floor and tilted. She strode with ease behind Stark, tore his head back by the sweaty blond hair and drove her teeth, needle slow, into the artery in his neck.
Needle slow. Like Evie removing and sinking her fangs into my cock, all the way up to the tip in bloody piercings. She bore down again, holding my jerking body steady, whimpering at my taste. Empathic bindings wrapped around my senses and I tasted my own sweetness in a sensory language I didn’t speak. She tasted human foods I couldn’t know, ripe plums, honey, creamy syrup, the glaze of life giving nectar over meat. True born blood.
The blood of my mate. So sweet. So perfect. I hate you for having such addictive blood as much as I hate myself for craving the taste.
I held fast and made her choke on me just so I could taste with a witch’s tongue, so I could tear flesh and swallow and feel life flood my belly. I came before I processed the climax, feeling over and over that strange heat, that anger and betrayal that possessed Evie whenever she felt pleasure she didn’t want to feel.
Come, flowing blood, and spit dribbled down her chin, down her chest and between her breasts covered in a crystalline sheath. When she tore her mouth from me she flayed off skin and my knees buckled at the agony even as I healed. She wrung shudders from me when she jerked my shaft as she sucked the bursting tip.
I abandoned my hold on the tie and yanked her mouth off my cock by her hair. Lifting her, I drove my tongue into her mouth and completed the loop of sensation. I tasted all the flavors of me and she tasted herself, her own power over me. We tasted pain and madness. We tasted willingness to give in.
Hurt me. Ruin me.
The words flew between our minds, a shared refrain I couldn’t pinpoint the source of. She ripped open my shirt, tore at my pants until they dangled useless down my hips. Hard again, always hard for her.
I shoved her into the edge of our panorama glass window, tearing that priceless dress up to her perfect pussy. Crystals skittered across the floor to join my buttons. Crystals embedded our skin like the glass shards in my dream.
“No escape now, huh?” I growled against her mouth, rubbing her nose in her own hunger. “You need me. You want this.”
I canted her hips and buried myself to the hilt in her pussy, lifting her in the air with the force of my thrust. Her heels scraped down my legs as she tried to climb the length of the glass to get away from her impalement. I held her in place by the throat and slammed the back of her head into the glass, choking the life out of her, as I fucked her sopping cunt.
Unconsciously, my rhythm matched itself to Vaughn’s. Evie slapped her palms to the sheet of glass behind her, fingertips streaking the two-way mirror as I fucked her with the full force of my strength and speed. No holding back now. I could hurt her and she’d heal. I could break her and watch the pieces mend the way I never could’ve when she’d been my pet.
Blood poured down my neck where her nails tore the flesh. My reflection in the glass revealed my cheeks wept crimson where she scratched my face. We each fought for breath now, her power washing over me, her pain becoming my pain. I fought to maintain my hold while I starved for oxygen through my link to her. She came like a wild cat, spasming against the glass, clawing at her own breasts to try and escape the inferno under her skin. I lapped up the nectar pooling around her self-inflicted wounds, tasting witch and vampire, and still, I wasn’t sated.
I released her throat, and we both gasped the same breath, as if breaking the surface of water. She yanked my head by her hold on my hair and drove her fangs into my throat, rolling her hips like a cyclone over mine to chase the next orgasm. I laughed, flashing back to the motel, the way she’d topped me in my mind—and on that bed—just like this, moving her hips to this same rhythm. She’d milked my soul dry through the head of my cock, like a succubus in some old legend.
She remembered the same moment, and the memory felt like a douse of cold water on the blaze we’d lit inside each other. Anger and passion now mixed with vengeance. She wanted that moment of power again, ached to once more feel my Adam’s apple bouncing in panic under her palm. She wanted me powerless, not just in pain.
Evie pulled out of my throat and shoved me so she could untangle her body from mine. She wanted to be on top now. She wanted me on my back looking up at her, crying out for mercy.
I’d been topped enough for one lifetime. I wanted something else. I wanted something I could only define as submission after weeks of drowning in the dominance of a witch’s power.
I pulled out of her pussy, set her on her feet, and spun her. She cried out when I pressed her temple against the glass, a startled breath fogging the cool surface. Her reflection held my gaze. I dragged her dress up her hips.
Diamonds in her hair glittered and clung to the healing wounds on my cheek when I leaned close to whisper in her ear.
“Beg me.”
Ask me.
Tell me you want me.
“You don’t get to ask me to do that.” She shoved at the glass, trying and failing to free herself from the press of my body. “You don’t have the fucking right!”
Tell me you want this, Evie. Tell me you need me.
“No!”
Tell me I didn’t just bring you back to life, witch.
Tell me I make you feel alive. Tell me I’m still in your blood. Tell me I set you on fire. Tell me—
“You disgust me!” Her voice shook. I watched the corner of her eye glisten with unshed tears. “I can’t wait to be free of
you. I just want to be free of you!”
She clawed the glass, scraping and gritting her teeth as if I’d stabbed through her the heart instead of bared my own inside our bond. Tears streaked the glass. As if an echo of my silent scream, Stark hollered. Sundara, still facing her prey, lifted a leg and slowly drove a spiked heel into the side of his ass. She rubbed her cunt against the wolf’s bruised and bleeding cock as she dug her heel in. I could almost hear Stark’s thoughts and I’d have bet everything I owned, they echoed my own as I humped Evie’s ass and caressed the length of her squirming body.
Fucking bitch. Goddamn whore, sucking me dry of every drop of strength my blood provides me.
Evie quivered at my snarl of rage. The heady cocktail of fear and arousal I’d come to crave spiked the air again. I abandoned my hold on her dress to lick the length of my palm, to spit in the center, and reach between us. I coated my bloody, come-slick cock with spit, then lifted her dress again. Her breath hitched, her back arched, even as she shut her eyes tight and braced herself.
Her wail as I shoved the head of my cock against the puckered star that was my goal could’ve shattered glass. Spittle escaped her clenched teeth and sprayed the window. And, on the other side of our painful union, a stage spun, a wolf strained against his physical bonds the way I strained against my mental ones, the way Evie strained against my body invading hers, as I breached the tight ring of muscle.
God, it hurts!
And yet, her thighs were slick to the touch with her juices when I reached around her hip to grip her pussy. The lips of her cunt glazed my fingers with fresh arousal, dewy and petal soft, and the silent plea of a hole screaming to be filled.
“Maybe you want a cock here, too, just like the last time?”
Fuck you!
“You did fuck me,” I groaned, arching my hips. “Over and over and over. Like a good little whore.”
She gnashed her teeth and cried at the relentless drive of my cock into her ass. I stretched her open, hiked her onto her toes and shoved all the times I’d made her beg into her mind. All the times my brothers and I filled her greedy holes with come and made her scream for more even as she begged us to stop.