Threesomed 2

by New Dawning Books

  Reaching the bar where Demetri waited, she scanned the patrons hoping to get inside. Simply because she was bored, she plucked stray thoughts from their minds. A fluttering breeze caught her black silk jacket and it billowed out, revealing her gauzy blouse. A second, stronger gust had the light material pressed against her curves, and her nipples hardened painfully. She caught the interest of one of the men, and winked at him. The girl next to him saw the exchange and cursed at him.

  Cliantha pulled her jacket back into place, making sure the young man saw her deliberately brush her distended nipples. She laughed when his mind filled with the image of her naked breasts, and his mouth sucking them while he fucked her. A snap of her mind, and he was blinking in confusion at the sudden loss of her mental touch.

  She stopped on the sidewalk, immune to mutters and curses as people stumbled around her. The sign drew her eyes upward. Her mood became wicked, delighted as she read the name: Savage Garden. This place had a reputation for decadence and the people outside certainly gave credence to the image of unbridled lust the club's name was meant to incite. Twisted yearnings and dark desires waiting to be unleashed battered her mind each time she opened her thoughts to the human throng.

  He couldn't have picked a more appropriate place to let loose the thirsting demons inside them. His presence called to her, luring, like a flame illuminating the path that would lead her to salvation. Or, more aptly, eternal damnation.

  A satisfied smile curved her mouth, and she answered the siren-song of her lover's call. She walked past the crowd, ignoring the mutterings of discontent her audacity incited. The young man at the door, selecting the clientele for the night, stared at her. His smile, like so many she'd seen that night, was speculative, calculating and oblivious to the mortal danger his lust for her put him in.

  "What can I do for you, darling?" His faint British accent added a pleasant lilt to his insolent query.

  He was a nice-looking boy, tall, fair, and filled with his own importance.

  "Let me go in."

  "Let me go in and you can have whatever you want, sweetheart." He leaned close and his tongue flicked at her earlobe.

  "Later." She locked her gaze with his, penetrating his mind with little effort. "You're busy at the moment." She nipped the trapped fullness of his bottom lip and laughed when he jerked back, a droplet of blood staining the corner of his mouth. She leaned close again and licked the crimson smear, an electric shock of excitement exploding in her veins when the metallic taste lingered on her tongue.

  She stepped past him as she released her mental hold and his confusion drifted out of her awareness.

  Inside, the bar was murky. Her vision flared with preternatural sharpness, defining shapes and shadows with vivid clarity. The stairwell echoed weirdly, distorting sound with the hammering beat of the music and she almost floated into the dark room.

  At the top of the stairs, she paused again. Her heartbeat quickened with each step she took closer to contact with Demetri. The fiery red fixture hanging from the ceiling sent tendrils of light spiraling outward, crimson streaks glinted off chrome, absorbed by the shadows. A powerful strobe turned the dancers into frantic marionettes as the madness of primal music carried them into their own private darkness.

  A flicker of reddish blond hair caught her eye and her vampiric sight pierced the murky atmosphere, saw him smile at her from across the room. Already her body hummed with the knowledge that his hands would soon be on her skin, inciting a hunger that no one else could feed.

  She brushed past the few who lingered near the top of the stairs, and skirted the metal bars that gave the place such a distinctive look. By the time she reached where he'd been, he'd vanished. Grinding her teeth, she whirled around and studied the crowd. Again, his pale presence drew her. One arched eyebrow rose in amused challenge.

  "Your game is intriguing, love," she whispered. He'd hear her despite the deafening music.

  And which role do you prefer to play? Predator or prey? His answer whispered inside her head, and she grinned.

  What does it matter? It always ends the same and I have never objected.

  "Can I get you a drink?"

  She started, and reluctantly looked away from her lover. The newcomer was tall and thin, dressed in black pants and vest over a starkly white shirt. He had shoulder-length hair that haloed a face that reflected both innocence and sensual knowledge. He was rather exquisite.

  She nodded and allowed him to guide her to the bar. She accepted a glass of red wine and strolled toward the central row of tables. As expected, the boy followed her, but she stopped at the half-wall bordering the dance floor instead of moving into the shadows where tables afforded more privacy. She leaned on the wide ledge that acted as a counter, and peered at the gyrating dancers who turned the area into a roiling sea of color.

  "You're very beautiful," the young man whispered.

  "Thank you," she replied into his ear. "What is your name?"

  "Felix. You are?"

  "Cliantha." She searched the room for Demetri. The tingle within her began to fan outward, heat and longing growing more intense with each moment that he denied her. She looked up at Felix, her fingers trailing lightly over his arm. She leaned into him, creating a small circle of intimacy around them as she angled her body toward him.

  Cliantha?

  She closed her eyes and shuddered, her body aching with arousal. Demetri's voice inside her head was a caress, a promise of passion and madness to be indulged at their whim. His displeasure at her companion's attention amused her, but she wasn't foolish enough to disregard his annoyance. She smiled at the boy. Before she could utter a sound, Demetri appeared at her back.

  "My love," she murmured as he pushed aside the collar of her silk jacket and lowered his lips to the bared curve of her neck. A flush crawled up her spine and quivered in her stomach as she arched into him.

  "Go." The boy fled at Demetri's quiet command.

  Cliantha writhed when he pulled her hips snug to his.

  "Why did you want to come here, Demetri?" Her voice became breathless as their bodies moved in subtle rhythm with the blaring music. She tried to turn, but he refused her movement.

  Demetri's hands shifted, slid under her jacket, and covered her breasts. His fingers teased rigid nipples, tugging the sensitive tips as he pressed more tightly to her. She guided his left hand to her thigh, making him murmur his approval. She raised her foot to the footrest then leaned away from him, invitation blatant.

  He hesitated, so she moved his hand between her legs, shaking in anticipation of what he'd do when he encountered bare skin. Demetri's right hand splayed across her stomach, held her immobile as he penetrated her moist depths, fingers burrowing into her flesh as she tried not to cry out her pleasure. She quaked in his arms, thrilled to his touch, her body caught in the crossfire of bloodlust and the desperate need to have him inside her.

  "Fuck me, Demetri." She cared nothing of their surroundings.

  "In front of all these mortals?" His words were soft with amusement, reminding her of furtive glances being cast in their direction. Demetri's expert fingers teased, gliding over hyper-sensitive flesh as he kissed the side of her neck and his tongue caressed the throbbing vein at the base.

  "Tell me what you want, slut." His voice was a commanding rasp next to her ear. His fingers pushed deeper into her pussy, sliding in and out in a rapid rhythm, while his thumb toyed with her clit.

  "I have," she gasped. "As talented as your fingers are, I want your cock. Fuck me until I can't stand up!"

  He bit into her neck, just enough to draw a drop or two of blood. His growl made her breath catch, and she moaned, her cunt clenching his stroking fingers. "Please... Demetri..."

  Demetri's fangs buried deeper into her neck, and he held her through the spasm of euphoria that shook her as he drank. Timing the sucking of his feeding to the easy rhythm of his fingers, he denied her the release she'd begged for, kept her on the edge of ecstasy.

  The low
, guttural rumble of Cliantha's frustration added to the sweetness of her blood. When she attempted to break his hold, he gripped his captive tighter.

  Demetri drew away from her neck, and his fingers slid free of her pussy. He turned her to face him and brought sticky fingers to his lips. He wiped the droplet of blood that clung to his mouth, and offered the bloodied finger to her. She sucked his finger into her mouth and her eyes closed. He pulled her deeper into the shadows. Her breaths were hoarse, and he held her close, sharing every tremor that passed through her.

  "Come." He sat at a table cloistered in darkness. She stood before him, tense, dazed, wanton desire in every rigid detail of her stance. Leaning back, he basked in her need for his possession.

  Chapter Three

  Prey

  "What do you want, Cliantha?"

  "You."

  "You have me."

  "Let's leave here, Demetri," She managed to keep the plea from her voice. Not that it mattered; he knew her thoughts. "I want to go home."

  "I thought you would enjoy this place, my darling." He raised one eyebrow, taunting mockery in his tone. "You disappoint me."

  "It is not you who has been disappointed!"

  "Have I disappointed you, dearest?" His smirk pissed her off. Before she could hiss at him, he grabbed her hand and yanked. She stumbled forward, and he lifted her onto his lap. She straddled his thighs, and he tugged at her heavy skirt, letting it trail over his right hip. His hands rested on her thighs, hidden by the luxurious velvet of the skirt.

  Cliantha laughed and ran slender fingers over the fine, spiked length of his strawberry-blond hair. The longest strands in the front framed his angular face, brushed his shoulders, then shaped to a point near the centre of his back. Tonight he had tinted the sculpted top with glittering silver.

  She cradled his head between her hands and gazed into eyes of endless, shifting shades; his right eye, brown, held all the colors of earth, while in the blue of his other eye, lived the hues of a forbidden summer sky. Her thumbs brushed over arched eyebrows, drifted downward to skim the slope of his nose, and came to rest on either side of his smile.

  "I want to make love with you, Demetri." Her eyes locked again with his. "I want you to possess me. To own me as no one else can. I want you to consume me so that I live within you."

  "We came here to hunt, darling." He shrugged.

  "I came here to meet my master."

  Demetri smiled, the expression far more gentle than many would have thought him capable, and he pulled her into a lingering, sensual kiss. He slipped several buttons free, lifted one soft, full breast to his mouth. His tongue circled her responsive nipple, flicking with light strokes before he closed his lips and sucked. Cliantha's moaned softly and he eased away. He looked up at her, eyes glowing with liquid fire in the darkness, and his fangs gleamed white and deadly when he smiled.

  Cliantha glanced down, laughing at the sight of her opened blouse and the twin globes of her breasts half hidden by the gauzy fabric. Her jacket acted like a cape around her shoulders—only he witnessed her exposed body. She reached lower, caught at the snap of his dark jeans and tugged it. When he made no objection, she slid the zipper down and eased the heavy fabric aside. Her chest heaved, and her breaths were shallow and quick as she freed his erection and caressed his rigid length.

  "We are in a room filled with people, Cliantha." His mouth quirked upward at one corner, his tone mocking.

  "I don't care, I want you, Demetri," she paused, "and I will have you. Now."

  He shook his head and grabbed her hair, yanking until she winced. "You will have what I give you. When I am ready to allow you!"

  Shouted conversations and deafening music murmured like static in the background. Cliantha's awareness didn't extend past him and her insatiable desire for his touch. She gripped the silken locks that framed his face, twisting the strands around her fingers as she rose and lifted her skirt. She positioned herself, biting her bottom lip as she lowered herself onto him. He filled her, made her smile as she continued to stare into his coldly amused gaze.

  "You have what you need, Clia." His hands locked on her hips, fingers digging into her flesh as he lifted her and slammed her down hard. "Fuck me well, bitch, or I will make you crawl before you touch me again."

  Demetri wrapped his arms around her waist as she shuddered in his embrace.

  She met his eyes, her mouth curving into a smile.

  "Before this night is over, Demetri, it may be you who crawls."

  She braced her feet on the floor and her body found the rhythms of the club. Music permeated her, seemed to emanate from within her, and the multitude of mortal heartbeats became a single primal pulse that she matched with her hips as she rocked against him.

  Demetri loosened his hold on her, moved his hands to her thrusting hips and imposed a faster rhythm to her motion. Her scream reverberated inside her mind and his an instant before he pulled her mouth to his neck. Her fangs descended into his throat, silencing the cry of her orgasm. The savagery of her bite caused him a fleeting moment of pain.

  He held her in a vise-like grip as she drank. Had he given her freedom, she'd have tumbled them to the floor with the force of her hunger. Waves of maddened euphoria passed over him. He lifted her, then pulled her down so he was fully sheathed in her clutching wet heat.

  The spasms of her orgasm pulled on his cock, triggered his own climax. His fangs sank into the soft mound of her left breast, near her heart, and her fingers brushed over his hair as she whispered words of love.

  Endless minutes later, Demetri drew back and smiled up into her dazed eyes. He loved to see her this way, radiant with the sheer delirium of his possession. He owned Cliantha as he had few others, and he never tired of her devotion. That she exulted in belonging to him only added to his satisfaction.

  "Are we going to leave now?" She straightened and rose, shivering when their bodies separated. She remained motionless as Demetri zipped his jeans, then closed her blouse for her. She stepped back and sat across from him, her fingers entwined with his on the smooth surface of the table.

  "Is there nothing here that appeals to your appetite? Perhaps your young companion, what was his name? Felix?"

  "I had thought you sent him to me." She smiled.

  "He desires you even now. He's been watching you."

  "And has he seen all he wanted to see?" Her eyes were alive with dark amusement.

  "I think not, but he does know I have just had what he covets tonight."

  "The boy's a fool."

  "He wants you."

  "So he's a fool with exquisite taste." She grinned. "That makes him no less a fool."

  "And am I a fool as well, dearest?"

  "No," she whispered. "Never."

  Demetri smiled, expression indulgent, and he cast a glance in the boy's direction.

  "Let's take him with us, he might be rather entertaining." Demetri idly raised his hand and beckoned.

  Felix stepped forward and joined them. The master vampire indicated the chair next to Cliantha and her eyebrow rose when Felix dropped into the seat and brushed a hand over hers. The gesture amused her and her lover. They recognized it as the boy's attempt at subtle seductiveness.

  "Is this whom you were waiting for?" Felix locked his eyes on Cliantha's features.

  "This is Demetri," she said. "He is an old friend. It was his suggestion that brought me to here tonight, Felix."

  "Then I'm glad he recommended the Garden." Felix laughed, and continued to ignore Demetri. He was drunk, and it made him both foolhardy and arrogant.

  Demetri smirked at the impudence, then rose. He bent to kiss her cheek, and sent the thought directly into her mind, I'll be close by when you're ready to leave.

  She shivered, shifted in her chair and nodded. Seconds later, a chilly void marked his absence. He'd left the club.

  "Would you like another drink?" Felix ordered another beer from the waitress who had stopped at their table.

  "No." She shook he
r head. "I haven't finished the first one you bought."

  He smiled and slid his chair closer to hers.

  "Do you always fuck your lovers in crowded nightclubs?" Felix asked with a polite smile.

  Cliantha stared at him for a moment, measured the intent of his bluntness "Only Demetri. He is an addiction I have suffered a very long time."

  Felix raised a hand to smooth it over the flowing mane of her hair, then his hand slid beneath her long jacket and sought the soft curve of her breast.

  Cliantha caught his wrist before his hand closed over her flesh. She permitted herself the pleasure of causing him a small amount of pain for his audacity. "I am not a whore to be groped and fondled by strangers, Felix!"

  "I think you are." The young man smiled and jerked his wrist free of her grasp. "I think it's exactly what you came here for."

  Anger brought the first swift and searing pang of thirst. She cooled her ire and leaned forward, then smiled again when his attention dropped to the revealing scoop of her neckline.

  "And you think you can give me what I want, young Felix?" Her appreciative gaze moved over him, cataloging the silken length of rich chestnut hair that fell around his shoulders, and the dark brows that arched over intense eyes. He was a handsome boy, almost beautiful. Totally unlike Demetri, who was beauty incarnate to the woman who adored him.

  "Perhaps you're right."

  Felix finished the last of his beer and grinned as he moved to sit in Demetri's vacant seat. He held his hands out to her, palms upward.

  Cliantha shook her head, dark mirth filling her. She took one of his proffered hands and tugged him to his feet.

  "I think not, young one. You are not Demetri, nor do I wish you to be."

  Felix pulled her close to him, and bent his head to hers. She returned his eager kiss without real interest, and prodded him toward the exit.