by Ally Miller
I stood up and came over to him, immediately disrobing. I knew that he would see that my bruises and scratches, even the bite marks were gone. But maybe he was blood drunk enough to overlook it just long enough for me to get the opening I needed.
He began snaking his hands all over my body like always before lazily looking over to Maurice. "You are too weak to pleasure her tonight," he barked, looking over Maurice like he was a bug he wanted to squash. I tried to ignore it and comply, but I felt anger well up in me like nothing I felt when I was a human. Emotions were so heightened, and I didn’t know how long I could wait before I struck. But I needed to have the right moment in order to make sure I succeeded. There was no room for errors here.
Lawrence leaned down with his fangs out, ready to take more blood from me. I began kissing his collar bone and gripping his member, stroking it until I knew he would succumb to me more easily. I silently let my fangs extend, getting the feel for them before I spread my mouth wide and grabbed onto his head, forcing him still as I bit into his neck. I pulled flesh with my teeth, ripping him apart piece by piece. I didn’t want to leave any of him to heal. I ravaged his body until there was nothing left but splatter and his head. I closed my eyes and savored the flavor of his blood. It was the best thing that had ever assailed my tongue.
I went straight to Maurice and began kissing him, giving him the blood that drenched my mouth and then letting him take some from my wrist. I needed him to make it for just a little while longer.
I picked him up and bore some of his weight on me as we left the room. I had him lead me to where I would find the rest of the clan. We came out into a common room of sorts where dozens of vampires were feeding and joking around. But the moment I walked in there with their leader's head, the room went dead silent.
"I have killed your leader," I seethed, holding his head high so they could all see the truth. "You will all either pledge your blood to me and the husband I will take, or you need to leave now."
Chapter 10
***Rhea***
I looked over at the man I was about to join with my blood forever and felt a warmth of gratefulness come over me. We had gone all out, buying me a black lace wedding dress and him a tux with a red vest to match his hair. He had tied it back away from his beautiful face, and here we were, standing before the clan that had stayed behind to pledge their allegiance to me, ready to say our vows.
Getting married as a vampire was different in one aspect from getting married as a human. There was no ‘til death do us part. All we had stretched in front of us was forever.
The crowd cheered as we were pronounced husband and wife, and instead of a kiss, we each partook of each other’s life blood. When we drank from one another, it felt like we were sharing each other’s souls; something I was certain we still had even as the undead.
"I love you," I told him with a smile, my fangs still bared.
"I love you even more, until the ends of the Earth and back," he whispered into my ear, kissing just below the lobe. I felt my body respond with a burning desire. I still had not gotten to have him all to myself, and I couldn’t wait to retire to our room and make love until we got bored of it, which I was certain would be never.
Maurice led me through the crowd and into our chambers, and I called for two of my clan members to bolt and guard the doors. Everyone had their orders and assignments, and one of those was to leave us be until we were through with each other. I didn’t know when that would be, but I knew I would have fun finding out.
I approached Maurice with a sinister grin, turning around and moving my hair out of the way so that he could reach the zipper at my back. He grasped the zipper with perfect precision and began sliding it down as slowly as possible. I knew it had to be painful to be so controlled with his movements. He could easily get this whole thing off of me in less than a second if he wanted to. But he was doing this on purpose.
His fingernails tickled at my skin all the way down, and I giggled happily until I was finally able to hop out of the confining dress.
Underneath I had worn a blood red corset just for him, and he made me turn in circles so he could admire it, licking his lips at my delicious appearance.
"Finally," he growled, closing the small gap between up by pulling me into his arms by the small of my back. "I get to have you all to myself." His authority was enough to make me melt into him, and he trailed his fingertips delectably down my throat, paying special attention to my hardened veins where he would be able to tap in and suck out the succulent blood that kept my body going even in death.
"Yes," I told him as his hand settled on my groin. "I am all yours."
"Say it again," he told me with a stronger tone.
"I’m all yours. I am your queen, your lover, your wife," I told him. He snarled at me, and I found myself aching for him, wanting him to explore every inch of my new body with his.
Maurice tore away at the corset, popping each hook with his solid fingers. I found myself completely bare in front of him, and I hissed at him playfully before running him into the wall, leaving a circular dent where his head hit. I began to remove his clothing piece by piece, savoring this moment where we would come together as husband and wife for the first time. There would be no drunken influence and no third person to get in our way.
Finally, I got to look at his bare body with new eyes. There was no way I could keep my hands off of him now. But as I went in for a kiss, he disappeared out from under my grasp, landing on the bed with his swiftness. He wanted to play games.
I grinned mischievously at him before chasing him, landing in a crouch on the bed. But he already flew to the window, wrapping himself up in the black curtains.
I growled angrily at him, letting him know I was none too happy about this wild goose chase. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I was a greedy queen, and I needed him to fulfill my desires.
Then, before I could go for him, he came at me, crashing us both down onto the bed. I could feel the springs collapsing below me, but I didn’t have a care in the world at that moment. The two of us wrestled, each of us wanting the dominant position on top before he pinned me down and plunged his hard shaft deep inside my wanting center. I gasped in ecstasy, getting all of the best sensations and none of the pain. My body was made for these moments now; ideal for sinful pleasures behind closed doors with my new forever husband.
We continued our struggle of sorts, sometimes with me working my hips on top of his and others with him holding me down against the failing mattress. We exchanged blood over and over, mixing our essences just as we had our lives.
My orgasms and my screams shook the whole room as I quivered to completion all night and then all morning long. I didn’t know how long we had gone without rest, but I didn’t think I needed it. I didn’t want to close my eyes and find that it had all been one amazing dream or delusion.
But Maurice coaxed me after the millionth time into the sweetness and complete darkness of a vampire's sleep; much like being dead. But I found that I often dreamed; dreamed of his touch and his lips, until we awoke the next night to discover each other all over again.
THE END
Bonus 15 of 30
Ménages des Freres (Threesome of Brothers)
Description
In public life, Richard and Aaron share a billion-dollar enterprise in Manhattan. They have been stepbrothers and best friends for nearly twenty years now and have shared plenty of women who can't resist their big bucks and great looks. They have become accustomed to having the same women in their private life as doms. But when Aria, a childhood friend of theirs, shows back up in town, this is one woman neither wants to share. She is a firecracker and has been featured in both men's wet dreams from a young age. The problem is, she likes both of them too. Her appearance soon sets the two up against each other until they are forced to come together to save her from an ex she came home to escape.
Chapter 1
***Richard***
I ran my fingers through my di
rty blonde hair as I knocked back a lite beer. My eyes kept drifting to the double French doors that led out to the large backyard where I, my family and my friends were gathered for Sunday football. It was always a tradition if the Giants were still in the running for us all to gather at the home I grew up in.
But this time was going to be a little different, at least I thought so. I had gotten a phone call out of the blue, a couple of weeks before, from a girl that my stepbrother and I used to hang out with when we were kids. Her name was Aria, and if my memory served me right, she was the most stunningly beautiful person in the entire world. That’s at least how I felt when I was thirteen.
She was supposed to be back in town. So, I had invited her to come to the party, hoping to finally spark something up between us. But deep down, I knew Aaron, my stepbrother, was going to be out to get her for himself as well.
"What has you on edge?" Aaron asked, slapping me playfully on the back. Aaron had always been the athletic one, the hot one, the outgoing one, with his ripped, tan body and dark hair. I had always been seen as the smart one and the nice one, though I had grown into my looks a bit as I got older.
In adulthood, our brotherly dynamic worked well for us. We had been able to start up a multibillion dollar company together. Aaron handled the schmoozing while I took care of the finances and the great ideas. It was perfect. Aaron had been a built-in business partner and best friend, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t be a little competitive with him.
"Nothing at all," I responded, not wanting to give away anything. "I think I just need another beer. How’s our team doing?" I asked ,reaching down to pull another can out of the cooler. Billionaire or not, nothing beat the refreshing taste and manliness of a can of cheap beer.
"They're barely hanging onto their lead. It's nearly the end of the first quarter. I'm holding out for them though," Aaron said, boxing the air with enthusiasm. He was always moving and laughing; a playful guy that couldn’t help but get you in the mood for a party.
But when Aaron stopped, his eyes glued in the direction of the door, I knew just what it must mean. I forgot all about the just opened beer in my hand and the game, when I turned to face her.
She had just come out into the yard, and she was greeting our parents in the distance with her bright smile. She was even more perfect than I had expected.
Her hair was still long and wavy and the color of the deepest, darkest night. It had a great contrast to her pale skin which looked as delicate as porcelain like the sun had never touched it. A red sun dress hugged her curvy body tightly, and she walked with the air of royalty, slow and purposeful, as she greeted everyone at the party as if she had never left town after junior college.
I hoped my jaw wasn’t on the floor as she came toward me, her amber eyes glowing with anticipation.
She came right up to me and wrapped her arms around me in a warm embrace. I quickly set my beer down and recovered from the shock of her touch and returned the hug. I wonder how smooth I looked to my brother now. I was the first one she came to see.
"Thank you for inviting me," she whispered in my ear with her bell of a voice, having to get up on her tip toes to reach me. I smiled at her as she pulled away, and I knew at that moment more than ever that I had to make her mine.
Chapter 2
***Aaron***
I watched in annoyance as my little brother put his hands on the woman I had been obsessed with since I was eight years old and couldn’t believe he hadn’t mentioned that she would be coming to the party. I hadn't seen her in more than five years now, and until this moment, when I saw her walk into my parents' backyard, I thought I had lost her forever.
"Aaron?" she asked, pulling away from my brother and turning her amber eyes on me. She was one of those women who sounded and looked sultry without trying. In fact, she was the hottest damn thing around, but she had no idea. She had always been oblivious to her own beauty.
"Aria, it's been too long," I told her with my bright white smile. I made sure to flex as I reached for a hug from her as well, but I couldn’t help but notice she didn’t hug me as tightly or for long as my brother. He would pay for that later. Ten years ago, he would have been no competition for me, but his ownership in half our multibillion dollar company and his blonde hair and blue eyes which he finally grew into with a little muscle had landed him as many women as me in adulthood. It hadn’t bothered me until now, though, as the woman who I needed to be my future somehow was standing between us.
Aria squeezed my muscles playfully and I played it up. "I see someone still works out," she commented flirtatiously. "Oh, how I’ve missed the both of you," she added with a sigh, looking back and forth between us.
If this was any other woman, I knew how my brother and I would settle the debate. The two of us had a not so well kept secret among the nighttime community of Manhattan; we were prolific doms who often shared our sub women, doubling their pleasure. If it was anyone but Aria, we would take her back to our lair and both have our way with her and see whose name she called out first, but I couldn’t let that happen. Aria was different. She was the star in every wet dream I'd had since I discovered masturbation and the female body. I couldn’t bare to share her; not unless she got down on her knees and begged me to. I was deathly afraid that one day, she just might.
"So, what have the two of you been up to, other than breakings ladies’ hearts with your wads of cash?" she teased, digging in the cooler for her own drink. Instead of a beer, she pulled out a strawberry wine cooler; the first drink she ever tried when we were teenagers. In fact, I believe I was the one who gave that to her the first time I kissed her. That also turned out to be the only time. I was ready to change that.
"We've been really focused on the company," Richard replied, always having the smart and right thing to say. "It's been going great. We've been here in Manhattan like always, though. I think we're more interested to know what you've been up to," Richard added with a smile. I guess being raised by a woman in PR had its advantages. Richard’s life had been spent alone with his mother until she married my father when we were eight. I already knew Aria by then, but Richard pulled the rug out from under me with his courteousness and nerdiness. I had always figured she felt sorry for the guy. There was nothing to feel sorry for now, though. The true test was yet to come.
"Oh, this and that," she said mysteriously, though I noticed a twinge of discomfort at the question. “I’ve been overseas most of the time, in Italy. There is some good wine and beautiful countryside, but it’s not all it’s cracked up to be, to be honest.” Aria looked incredibly uncomfortable talking about it for so reason. So, I decided to be her savior and change the subject.
"Who's up for a game of football!" I called out, getting cheers of approval from my father and some of my cousins. Richard looked at me, and I saw that competitive edge in his baby blue eyes. The game was on.
Chapter 3
***Aria***
I planted a pretty smile on my face the same way I had been doing for years now. Ever since I left Manhattan, things had gone downhill for me more than anyone realized. I had kept my issues a secret and isolated myself for so long, but watching those two boys...no...men, wrestle over the football in a display equal to marking their territory of me, made me regret my six-year absence.
I laughed as Richard and Aaron made asses of themselves, trying to impress me in a game of football in their backyard, the Giants game running in the background. Seeing the two of them at their parents' house brought back a flood of memories that I had suppressed for a long time while I pursued a man I wished I had never met. Now, I felt free to let my heart remember how I felt for these two again, and it was just as fulfilling and heartbreaking as before. I had learned nothing in my years of growing up and growing older. I still had a crush on the both of them, unable to decide on just one.
However, it seemed to be even harder now, as the two were more evenly matched. Richard had always been my best friend and confidant, and he had even been my
first kiss. But he had never been popular or sexy before. He was just a sweet little boy wanting acceptance as much as I did. But now that I saw how he had changed, I could see he had grown into his looks, rivaling Aaron's obvious manly profile with his own perfected and soft one with a thin but defined chest and well coifed blonde hair. He could easily be a male model.
Aaron looked the same as he always had, not even aging a day. His killer football body was still there, and he was just as cheeky as I remembered. How had I wasted all my time away across the ocean with a monster, instead of being right here at home to grow up with these two? I was thrilled to finally be back, and I hoped the winds were going to change for me now.
"What if I want to play?" I called out as Aaron did his own version of the end zone dance after making a touchdown. It didn’t matter that I was wearing a dress, I wasn't the type of girl to sit on the sidelines. I think that was why I got along so well with them. I wasn't afraid to have fun or get dirty.
"Are you sure you can handle us?" Aaron asked with the raise of an eyebrow. I was certain there was an innuendo in there as I walked up to him and took the ball. I wasn't a little girl anymore, and I wasn't afraid of what either of them had to offer, even if I had been through hell and back.
"I can certainly handle all you've got for me," I answered, looking at them both. I met Richard’s blue eyes with my amber ones, and I could see he was reading behind the lines. He had always been the smart one.
"Alright, then we aren’t going to go easy on you," Richard quipped.
"I don’t expect you to," I told them, getting ready to run with the ball.
I took off toward the fence, pulling in my side as the boys tried to grab me. I felt ten years younger as they chased me down the yard in my flip flops, still able to outrun them. That was, until Aaron caught up with me just before I crossed the imaginary line that would give me a touchdown. He grabbed my arm and pulled me down into the grass, and Richard joined in the tackle. It was like any scene from when we were kids, other than the effect it had on me. I couldn’t escape the image of the three of us like that, entangled together in a bed somewhere, me not having to choose which one could touch my body. I wanted to know them both even more intimately than I already did.