A Taste of Oblivion

by Aubrey Ross

  Pivoting to face each other, they paused for a long, lingering stare. Kylie skimmed her hands up Olav’s chest and Dalton admired the swell of her breasts. Olav cupped her cheek and slowly licked his lips. She smiled, rubbing her face against the palm of his hand. They were telling secrets again, no doubt, speaking mind to mind.

  …he doesn’t need to know every --

  You can’t expect Dalton to share his body with us if you won’t open your mind. There will be no secrets between us.

  You’re sending this to him, aren’t you?

  She smiled triumphantly. Olav claimed her mouth in a deep, plundering kiss. Their thoughts flowed unhindered by his tongue moving in her mouth. There were advantages to telepathic communication.

  I can’t remember a time when I didn’t want you.

  I wouldn’t allow myself to think of you as a lover until the Awakening ceremony. I found your touch so distracting, so wonderfully tender.

  You still think too much.

  He guided her hand to his thrusting cock and eased his fingers between her thighs. They were perfectly matched, shimmering green and midnight black, sleek lines and sculpted curves. Dalton clenched his teeth, focusing on Olav’s fingers. Dalton knew the silken heat of her pussy, how quickly she got wet.

  Olav rocked his hips, drawing Dalton’s attention. Kylie’s slim, pale fingers created a snug circle around him, but Olav moved, sliding his shaft down, then pulling back. Dalton had avoided looking directly at Olav before. Now he couldn’t look away. The head of Olav’s cock was dark green, the shaft lighter. Was it just the unusual color that kept his gaze riveted? Dalton had seen his share of adult movies and he had never been interested in the cocks!

  Kylie knelt in front of Olav and he gathered her hair to one side, making sure Dalton could see exactly what she was doing. He knew! That bastard knew Dalton was getting turned on in a way he had never been turned on before.

  Wetting her lips, Kylie pressed a kiss to the head of Olav’s cock. Green on green. Dalton had to look away. Did I ever tell you green is my favorite color? His own words returned to mock him. Averting his gaze didn’t help. He could still see her, mouth sucking, head bobbing, hands clasping Olav’s narrow hips.

  “He is distracting me, fluretta. Let the human lick your pussy so I can enjoy your sweet mouth.” The emphasis Olav put on the word this time was playful, not mocking.

  Dalton looked back at the couple in front of him. Just how empathic was Olav? “Can you read my mind?”

  “I don’t need to. You are terrified by the possibility that you might find me desirable. You avoided looking at my body as if I were diseased while we were seeing to Kylie’s needs. Now you are staring at my cock as if you wish to devour me.”

  “Well, don’t get your hopes up. I’d much rather devour her.”

  “Which was what I suggested.”

  “The concept of sexual orientation is hard for us to understand,” Kylie said softly. “We form bonds with people who attract us. Gender is never a consideration.”

  “You have had both female and male lovers?”

  She laughed. “Frequently at the same time. This dimension has very prudish ideas of pleasure.”

  “I’ve never thought of myself as a prude.” Dalton felt challenged by their nonchalance. “Let’s see if I can prove you wrong.” Taking a deep breath, he came up out of the chair.

  Olav laughed. “I don’t think so, Dalton. I’m not going to bend over and take it so you can prove something to yourself. She’s our focus tonight. We’ve got the rest of our lives to explore the possibilities.”

  Chapter Eight

  Kylie spread her legs and positioned herself over Dalton’s face. Olav sat in the chair Dalton had just vacated, steadily fucking her mouth. She clasped Olav’s hips as he slapped her ass. The first rousing slap had made Dalton go still beneath her. He really was a charming prude. She smiled around Olav’s cock. Wait until Olav started using his fingers. During their three day adventure, she couldn’t remember Dalton so much as brushing his fingertips over her anus. If Olav was half the lover he was reputed to be, he would leave no orifice unexplored.

  Dalton held her open with his fingers while his tongue moved from her clit to her core and back again. Olav squeezed her ass cheeks, accenting the heat his palms had created.

  “Is she dripping into your mouth?” Olav’s voice was hushed and passion-roughened. She looked up at him, their gazes locking as his cock bumped the back of her throat. She needed to get her head back, give him a better angle. “Her skin is so hot.” He pulled her cheeks apart and she closed her eyes. Waiting, trembling with anticipation. “Do you want my fingers, fluretta? I can’t reach you very well like this.” His fingers teased her slick folds, passing over her opening without so much as dipping inside. She whimpered and sucked frantically on his cock.

  The glorious pressure of fingers slid into her aching cunt. Her thighs clenched and her inner muscles rippled.

  “Not yet,” Olav snapped, pulling his cock out of her mouth. “She comes much harder if you make her wait.”

  “She came just fine without your help!” Dalton scuttled out from under her and Kylie wanted to weep. They’d both stopped and she was still aching.

  Pushing to her feet, she shoved her hair out of her eyes and tried to sound assertive, not desperate. “Ground rules. You take turns being alpha male. Whoever starts the… round calls the shots until we’re all finished. No one pressures anyone into doing anything they’re not comfortable doing.” She looked at Dalton. “But you have got to stop looking shocked every time we do something that’s not in the missionary handbook. I like to be spanked. I like to be held down. I like anal sex. And at some point I would very much like to fuck both of you at the same time.”

  “I’ve walked into an episode of Outpost Terra Ferma,” Dalton whispered.

  She smiled at the hushed anticipation in his tone. He didn’t seem scandalized by her list. Maybe that’s where they’d gone wrong. Knowledge was power and they’d left him powerless -- if a streetwise cop could ever be termed powerless.

  “Then is this my round?”

  The smoldering look in Olav’s gaze sent a fresh wave of heat through Kylie. Her nipples tingled and her core fluttered. She’d seen that look before, possessive and dominant. Whatever he had planned was definitely not in the missionary handbook.

  “It’s your turn on the chair, only you’re going to bend over it with your ass in the air.”

  She braced her forearms against the seat and spread her legs wide. Both men stood behind her, Olav a bit closer than Dalton. She kept her arms apart, so they could see her breasts. Her nipples brushed the fabric, without pressing against the cushion. Would he spank her again? Slap her pussy this time?

  “You’re creaming again, fluretta. What are you thinking about?”

  “All the different things you could do to me.”

  “Which ones excite you most?”

  “I gave you my wish list. Can we get started on those?”

  Olav chucked and a current of air wafted against her heat. She didn’t need to look over her shoulder to know he was right behind her now. He traced her slit with the head of his cock and she whimpered.

  “You want this inside you?”

  “You know I do.”

  “Where?”

  “I don’t care.”

  “Little liar. Say it.”

  “In my ass. Please fuck my ass.” He pushed into her pussy and she groaned. Was he just being obstinate? She really did want him in her tight back channel, stretching her until she screamed.

  “Come here, human. Help me.” Olav didn’t need any help, so he must have some other reason for asking for Dalton’s assistance. “Take some of this and put it on your fingers.” She pressed her face against the back of the chair and smiled. Dalton had to overcome his anal aversion and Olav had found a way. “Slip your finger in and turn it. Here, I’ll show you.”

  Fingers slipped in and out of her ass, rotating, pushing deep
er. She blocked out their conversation and focused on the sensations triggered by their “lesson.” A second finger joined the first. Were they fucking her together now? She shivered, her pussy fluttering at the thought.

  “She’s squeezing me like crazy,” Olav said. “Not too fast or she’ll come and I’m not ready to let her come yet.”

  Dalton thrust his fingers steadily while Olav pinched her nipples. His cock was a constant reminder that he was just playing with her. She bucked her hips, driving both of them deeper into her aching body. Olav grasped the back of her neck and squeezed.

  “Be satisfied with the pleasure we give you until we’re ready to give you more.” She dug her nails into the chair’s upholstery, fighting back a scream of frustration. Stars, she needed to come.

  “Now, drag your fingers out slowly. Let her feel every inch.” The sweet outstroke went on and on. One tiny tweak and she’d shatter. “Watch how she stretches to take my cock.” She hadn’t even realized Olav had pulled out of her pussy at the same time Dalton pulled out of her ass until he pressed against her other hole. He held her wide open so Dalton could see what he was doing.

  “You’re not hurting her?”

  “I don’t think so.” Deeper, deeper, he invaded her body with firm, steady pressure. His balls pressed against her folds and he stopped. “Am I hurting you?” He knew good and well he wasn’t hurting her. This was all for Dalton’s benefit.

  “Move, damn you, move!”

  Olav chuckled. “Doesn’t sound like pain to me.” He pulled almost out, then drove in hard enough to rock his balls against her clit. She gasped as all the places he wasn’t touching throbbed at once. When had her body become so greedy? “Give me your arms.”

  She pushed off and reached back. He caught her wrists before she rocked forward again and drew her arms behind her. The position arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward and making his cock feel enormous inside her.

  “Have a seat, human. We’re not finished with you.”

  Dalton slid into position, his face deeply flushed, pupils all but eclipsing the rest of his eyes. “You’re calling the shots, alpha dog.”

  “Bite her nipples and pull on her clit. Not hard enough to cause real pain, just harder than you’d consider with a human female.”

  He did Olav one better. Firmly tugging her clit with one hand, Dalton pinched her nipple with the other. He bent to her other breast and used his teeth until Kylie shook uncontrollably.

  “Almost there, sweet fluretta?” He stepped back, dragging her with him. Dalton didn’t have time to protest. Olav bent her forward and pushed her face toward Dalton’s straining cock.

  Oh, yes! This was perfect. Olav held her arms crossed at the small of her back. He moved fast and deep in her ass, while she adored Dalton with her lips and her tongue. Still Olav controlled her movements. Each of his thrusts rocked her onto Dalton’s cock and drew her off as he pulled back. Understanding his role, Dalton clasped the seat of the chair and rode out the pleasure with them.

  Olav’s fangs sank into her shoulder and Dalton’s cock thrust into her throat, muffling her scream. Sensation rushed from pleasure to pain and back to pleasure as energy swirled around them and flowed through them.

  Rippling spasms contracted her pussy, then burst into a powerful orgasm. Olav shuddered against her back, his seed jetting deep inside her. Dalton groaned and trembled as release claimed him as well. She swallowed and swallowed again, reveling in the pleasure and the power.

  * * *

  Fitting all three of them in the steam shower had sounded like a better idea than it turned out to be. Every time Olav brushed against him, Dalton got as far away from the other man as physically possible. Which wasn’t far given the confines of the glass enclosure.

  “Would you just relax?” At least Olav hadn’t called him human. “I won’t touch you unless you ask me to. I didn’t say unless you want me to because you already want me to. You’re just too stubborn to admit it to yourself.”

  Dalton let the provocation slide. It was hard to argue when his cock branded him a liar every time he looked at either of them, or better yet both of them. Watching Olav command Kylie had been the single most erotic experience of his life, so far.

  “Tell me about Faelon,” Kylie prompted, an obvious attempt to change the subject.

  “I know him more by reputation than anything. He lives in Italy most of the time, but vampires have a way of dropping in unannounced.”

  Olav handed her a tiny bottle of shampoo and she went to work on her hair. “How will Rafe investigate this woman without making Faelon suspicious?”

  “He’ll probably talk to Antonelli.”

  “Who’s Antonelli?” Olav asked.

  “Faelon’s human mate.”

  “How can a vampire have a human mate?”

  “He takes blood from her, but she doesn’t take blood from him,” Dalton explained.

  “How odd.”

  Kylie paused while she rinsed the shampoo out of her hair. The men conspired while her eyes were closed. Olav had a miniature bar of soap and a mischievous grin on his face. He attacked from one side while Dalton caught her wrists and held her arms out away from her body. She laughed and wiggled as Olav rubbed her with his soapy hands, lingering on the places that made her giggle the most.

  They stepped out of the shower a few minutes later and Kylie patted herself dry. “Where can I find this Antonelli?”

  “Don’t even think about it.” Dalton took her by the shoulders and waited until she looked into his eyes. “There’s no one Faelon loves more than Antonelli. He won’t bother with a mental compulsion if you mess with his mate. He’ll kill you.”

  “What were you told about your subject?” Olav wrapped his towel around his hips and smoothed his hair back from his brow. Dalton ignored the predictable tightening in his groin. So, the guy was easy on the eyes. This doesn’t mean I’m gay. “Why does the council want her found?” Olav asked.

  “I don’t know. I think Arabel sent me here because she couldn’t spare anyone important.” She tucked the tail of her towel between her breasts and headed out of the bathroom.

  Dalton caught her arm and swung her back around. “Why do you do that? Any mention of your sister is followed by a put down of yourself. The only one comparing you to Arabel is you.”

  “Maybe in this dimension.”

  “So, don’t go back.”

  “She has to go back,” Olav objected.

  “Why?” Dalton shot him an annoyed look. “There are lots of bad guys in this dimension.”

  “Our world is at war,” Kylie said, her gaze filled with regret. “Our enemy is more terrible than you can imagine. I have to go back.”

  Lost in her gaze, desperate to protect her, Dalton heard himself say, “Then I’ll go with you.”

  * * *

  Olav could feel dawn approaching. Kylie lay curled on the bed between him and the human, already succumbed to the solar trance. Her head rested on his shoulder, but she had drawn Dalton’s arm over her body and tucked his hand between her breasts.

  “You’re touching me,” he mocked, knowing Dalton couldn’t see his smile.

  “You wish.” Dalton sighed. “You obviously don’t know as much about this dimension as you think you do.”

  “I understand the challenges faced by anyone who is different from the norm. Your frustration at Kylie’s attitude speaks well of you.”

  A long pause followed. “Was that two different subjects?”

  Olav chuckled. He liked the human more than he cared to admit. “Kylie always tries so hard to please Arabel that something of Kylie gets lost. It’s very perceptive of you to see that so quickly.”

  “Kylie’s an extraordinary woman. Maybe together we can help her realize her full potential.”

  “A noble goal indeed.”

  “I know you’ll be more or less unconscious for several hours. Is there anything I need to do to protect you? Does sunlight burn your skin, that sort of thing?” />
  “We aren’t vampires, Dalton.” He smiled up at the ceiling. “At least not any more.”

  * * *

  Dalton paced the outer room, too anxious to sleep, too tired to relax. Maybe Kylie was right. How could they expect Rafe to go against his sire, especially if Faelon convinced him that his actions were justified? Jessie wouldn’t cross Rafe. Dalton wouldn’t put her in that position. She could, however, tell him whether or not Rafe had made any effort on their behalf.

  She sounded groggy when she answered the phone. “It’s the middle of the afternoon, for god’s sake. Don’t you know vampires sleep all day?”

  “You’re not a vampire.”

  “I might as well be.”

  Dalton switched the phone to his other ear and sat down on the sofa. “Is he there?”

  “Lying right beside me, but he can’t hear you. How’s your guest?”

  “Feeling much better thanks to a friend who flashed in from her dimension.” He sighed, wishing he were in the same room with Jessie. She was easy to read if you knew her well. “I’ve kept up my end of the bargain. Kylie hasn’t left the hotel room. Has Rafe made any progress? His time is more than half gone.”

  “Antonelli won’t answer her phone which means Faelon hid it from her again. He refuses to have a land line. She’ll eventually check her email, but I suspect Faelon is on to us or at least damn suspicious.”

  “What’s plan B?”

  “I have a call in to the head of security out on Chimera Island. They’ve dealt with some pretty interesting situations down through the years.”

  “I’ll bet.” Chimera Island was like Club Carousel on a much grander scale. All species were welcome as long as they behaved appropriately.

  “As soon as Garret gets back with me, I’ll contact you.”

  Dalton snapped his phone closed and crossed to the entertainment center. As he was hoping, the hotel had on screen access to the internet. His laptop would have made everything a lot more cost-effective, but there was no way he was leaving Olav and Kylie while they were helpless. He swiped his credit card and took the wireless keyboard back to the couch.