Jacob (Alexander Shifter Brothers Book 3)

by Selina Coffey

  “That’s it, my darling. Slow, gentle, make her feel how much you love this, make her feel a fraction of what she is giving you.” Sabrina’s hands had slid beneath his pants, popping the buttons that held it closed, to take him out and stroke him as he fed, but now she poured a liquid into her hand, something slick and warm, before going back to him, his legs bare from kicking the pants away.

  The woman, probably in her mid-twenties, continued to move beneath Jacob, her hand guiding his to her breast to stroke a nipple, then lower, to slide her short black skirt up, and he found her bare, waiting for his touch. Jacob’s first initial rush of pleasure had only grown but he became aware now that he wasn’t alone, that Sabrina was touching him most intimately, that he was thrusting into her tiny little hand, and that his own hand was buried in the wet hot folds of his blood volunteer.

  Where he had felt no sexual impulse he now wanted nothing more than to have one of these women riding him, fucking him, until he exploded inside of them. But he held back, too new to make demands, no matter how badly his dick wanted to be in one of them. Especially Sabrina.

  His fingers, stumbling with confusion for a moment, regained their skill as he focused on the women surrounding him, one in front, one behind, one touching him, the other being touched. He stroked his fingers through the woman’s wet, heated folds as his lips sucked at her flesh, stopping for a moment to suck at the nipple she had left exposed.

  With an exploratory dip, he found her depths wet and ready for more, for him. She wanted him, and in that moment he wanted her. His eyes opened for a moment, staring at the blonde woman, before glancing down. He saw tiny, circular scars there and knew, just knew this had to be a favorite of hers.

  She liked pain with her pleasure, he saw, and decided to give it to her. She could obviously play rough, but not too rough. He brushed at the pale pink bud of her nipple with his nose, circling it as his fingers circled her clitoris, drawing her to a higher plane as his teeth pierced the skin of her nipple.

  She started to shake as he drew blood from her, a low guttural sound gasping from her throat as her back arched. Jacob watched her, his own body reacting to her, to the pleasure now making her blood even sweeter. As she came apart the taste of her became headier, filled him more deeply, and Sabrina began to speak again.

  “Do you want to be inside of her, Jacob, filling her as she clenches around you? You can, if you but ask. You’ll have to let loose of her nipple but I can take your place there. Or I can keep stroking you, I quite like doing it, you know? You are so big, after all! I’d heard you Alexanders were well endowed but my, oh my!” Her tongue flashed out, licking the shell of his ear, and Jacob felt his own shiver, awareness of Sabrina now making him harder, more aroused, if that were possible.

  Jacob wasn’t sure how it was possible but he felt it, he felt her hand around his dick, he felt it as she stroked him, felt how impossibly fucking hard he was, and knew that if he fucked either of them it would have to be Sabrina because only she could handle what he had to give. The delicate creature in front of him would break if he tried to fuck her the way he wanted to fuck the demoness behind him.

  But yes, he did want to be inside of her, the small blond with the cute tits, her bare pussy tight and wet in his hand. He slid two of his fingers into her as she breathed a sigh of relief, her sigh turning to surprise, and then excitement. Vampires could fuck all night, after all. Would he fuck her, he wondered. He wanted to watch her get off once more, see how much she could take, before he fucked her.

  His lips sucked at her nipple harder, his eyes scanning her body to see that the green-eyed doll Sabrina had brought him apparently liked to play rough. Thin scars covered her abdomen and Jacob caught glimpses of her memories as he fed from her now, staring at the scars. The woman enjoyed games much darker than he’d ever be willing to play, but he knew he could give her some of what she needed, he just couldn’t abuse a woman in such ways, even if she did ask for it.

  He was all for pleasure, a good time, pushing boundaries, but fucking that left scars like that, scars that weren’t from scratches of intense pleasure, nope, those games weren’t for him. But, he liked Sabrina’s words, the dirty way she spoke to him, the way she was still stroking him, making this a mind-blowing experience rather than the dreaded one she’d described. He’d not been looking forward to this part but now, well now he almost couldn’t wait for the next time and he wasn’t even done with this time yet.

  A sound at the door made the trio shift as Adrian came in. The other vampire looked at the trio and began to undress.

  “Are you done with her, Jacob? Collette is a most tasty morsel and I haven’t seen her in a while, if you don’t mind?” The handsome man gestured to the chaise lounge and the woman, Collette, went to him, jumping up to wrap her legs around Adrian’s waist. Adrian had spoken in a precise manner, a controlled way that Jacob hadn’t heard from him before. Apparently Adrian was a chameleon, changing with the environment.

  “No, I don’t mind at all.” Jacob fell back to the bed, his fangs tucked away but his dick still hard in Sabrina’s hand. He turned to her, her blue eyes still amused but aware, her nostrils flared with desire, and he thrust into her hand once more as he wrapped his own hand around hers. “I would prefer fucking Sabrina anyway. She seems to like my dick well enough.”

  He dared her, challenged her, but he wasn’t sure why. Something about her drove him to a kind of madness, a place where he acted out of character and did things he wouldn’t normally do. Like fucking the woman that had destroyed him, the woman who’d given him everything. His black eyes, shiny in the darkened room, stalked her as she moved towards him, her hand coming out to stroke the hair that had grown down to his shoulders sometime during his ordeal.

  “You hate me now, Jacob, I understand, it’s only reasonable. I didn’t ask you after all, I just took you. But I didn’t do it for selfish reasons, or to hurt you personally. Please forgive the unforgivable.” Her eyes, so blue, pleaded with him and Jacob felt the rage inside dim a bit more, the flame of his hatred waning just a bit.

  “I can only do what I can, Sabrina, no more.” His words were strangled, forced out of a throat gone tight with emotion. He wasn’t used to feeling this much, to wanting and hating someone so intensely at the same time. His conflicting emotions were wearing him out and finally, he decided to do what he always did, do what was necessary for the good of his family, for his brothers, but also for himself.

  Because if he didn’t soon get his dick in her he’d be over there throwing Adrian off of Collette to fuck her instead. Somehow, Jacob knew the other woman wouldn’t satisfy him, not the way Sabrina could. With a sigh of resignation, Jacob fell back against the bed once more, his pants disappearing as he pushed them away. He wanted her, there was no denying that, and now, after the ordeal of a lifetime, he was going to have her. He had no plans of forming a bond with her, of falling in love, or being her consort, he was an Alexander, but for tonight he was going to fuck her, and let her think as she pleased. Fuck what was right and wrong, he decided, at least as far as his own feelings went, he’d fuck her and keep her happy, and see where this took him. It might save his brothers, after all.

  Jacob could hear Collette and Adrian across the room and looked over to the see the tiny vampire groupie, no taller than five feet, was astride Adrian, her back arched as she found a pace she liked. Jacob looked back over at Sabrina and raised an eyebrow.

  “Sometimes it’s fun to not be alone, you know? Adrian and I have been together for a long time now, it’s not so shocking for us. You’ve been through an experience that’s shattered many before you. We can find privacy if you’d like but I have a feeling you may need her again before the night is over. We don’t take much at a time, but in our new stages we must feed frequently. Collette will be fine if you don’t get too greedy. Besides, I love hearing her as she comes, it makes me feel so, hmmm, delicious.”

  “She is rather lovely, but she is not as beautiful as you.” Jacob ven
tured a compliment, one he meant, and saw it pleased her.

  “I suppose I am, but it’s how you use it, is it not? If you use it for your own gain you never really get far, but when you use it to please others…” Her words trailed off as she moved over Jacob, settling between his legs as she came up to kiss him. Her captivating eyes held him spellbound as her black eyebrows arched, their softness too enticing not to touch.

  “How can even your eyebrows be beautiful?” He wondered aloud as he stroked the silky hair, their arch just right to make her appeal intense.

  “Good genes, lots of practice? The vampire blood? Very few of us are unappealing but I think that’s because we only make those we desire.” Her words, spoken into his ear, let Jacob know her choice had not been made solely for practicalities’ sake. She had desired him.

  “You Alexanders are a gorgeous lot, but you, Jacob, always in the shadows when you should be in the light. You tempted me.” Her fingers trailed down his face, over his lips, down to the flat plane of his stomach. She flattened her hand out there, pushing her fingers down to his hardness, to grasp him in her small palm.

  Jacob stood over six feet tall, most people were tiny to him, and Sabrina, born in an age when nutrition wasn’t mapped out by the government, was still lucky enough to be taller than average. She must have seemed a veritable giant in her time, but coming from a wealthy family her diet would have been better. At over five-and-a-half-feet tall she was average for the women of today but still shorter, smaller, far more delicate looking than him.

  “Kiss me, Sabrina.” He’d never asked a woman to do that before but there was a streak of the romantic in Sabrina, something about her that made him want to return it.

  Her lips pressed into his, her blue eyes closing as her face neared his, and he inhaled her taste, sweet juicy peaches. He loved it.

  She opened to him with a moan, her tongue coming out to tempt his to play. He followed her lead, twisting his own tongue with hers as her hand began to stroke his cock, softly, with ease, until he moaned into her mouth, his head falling back as pleasure took him once more. He wanted to bury himself in her, to watch her as she rode him, her breasts swaying with her motions. Opening his eyes, he saw Collette and Adrian had moved. Collette was on her hands and knees facing Sabrina, her full breasts bouncing as Adrian slid into her.

  “Are you sure you don’t want her, Jacob? I can call her back.” Sabrina brought his face back to her and he shook his head.

  “No, just you. All I need is you.” He wouldn’t have admitted it but his brain and voice went to work without his consent.

  “Then you shall have me.” She shifted, straddling his hips with a swiftness he had never seen in a human woman, and her thighs embraced his hips.

  Jacob stopped breathing altogether for a moment as he waited, watching the woman who could have filled his dreams lower herself to his cock. He wanted to see it all, his cock disappearing inside of her, the way her face changed as she felt him opening her slit, the way she arched her back as she grew used to his size, a size most women found daunting. His eyes moved from place to place, his body reacting to her, to her touch. When she slid down onto him, his skin tightened, delighting in the wet way she enclosed him in her heat.

  When he slid into her slowly but easily, without a struggle, he knew he had a woman that could handle what he had to offer, and thrust up into her, making her back arch even more. Jacob felt his balls pull up close to his body and told himself to relax, to let her have her way with him. He wanted nothing more than to flip her over and pound her until he lost himself in her but he held himself back.

  Each thrust became harder to control as she slid up and down his length, her hands clenching at his thighs behind her. Her face was a mask of concentration as she found just the right rhythm with his thrusts, and began a pace no human could keep up with.

  Collette must have been watching them or she was getting off again because Jacob heard her cries join Sabrina’s. Sabrina looked down at Jacob and smiled.

  “She is so hot for it, always is. Maybe later we will play with her again.”

  “Bit of a bad girl, are you?” Jacob asked with cool amusement.

  “Not really, I’ve just lived too long not to explore the pleasures life has to offer. She is one of them, as are you.” With that she flipped them, the instant change shocking Jacob for a moment.

  “You’ll have to teach me that later,” he said, pulling up her left leg to flex into her, his dick pounding into her, stretching her until she was gasping his name, her control gone. Jacob felt a deep satisfaction when her walls clamped down around him and she began to keen out his name.

  With a sensual serpentine motion, he stroked into Sabrina, his body aching for release but wanting her to finish. He wanted her pleasure, he needed it because it fed his own, and made him even fucking harder.

  Jacob felt her teeth biting into his shoulder as he plunged into her, and realized he’d pulled them up so that she now sat in his lap, his dick deep inside her as she continued to explode around him. He felt the moment of pain and enjoyed it, letting her take his newly replenished blood. As she drew on his skin he felt his control slip until he was plunging into something unlike anything he’d felt in his life.

  His balls shot out their cream, filling her, but it went on much longer than normal. It was harder, more powerful, almost painful, but the good kind of pain. As he gave her his load he felt his brain go to a new place, a place where nothing existed but exquisite pleasure and the peach scent of Sabrina. He lost himself in that place for what felt like hours, until reality intruded once more, taking the peace away.

  She was slumped in his arms, her arms around his waist, her long hair tangled between them. He gulped in air, trying to settle his frantically beating heart. Where had she sent him to? What had she done to him? He knew the part about being a vampire but something had shifted inside his soul and suddenly she was bound to him in a way far different than before.

  He pulled back a little to look down at her, and saw her looking up at him with wide eyes. Her ruby lips were parted in a slight “O” and he knew she’d felt something different as well. He felt something spasm through him again and her eyes went even wider.

  “Your eyes just went wider.” Her words were quiet, softly spoken and awestruck.

  “Did they go red?” They did that sometimes when he shifted and came back to his human form.

  “Kind of. More orange than red. Is that your shifter side?” She sounded puzzled.

  “Yep, you might have just done more than you think, Sabrina. You might have just created two shifter-vampire hybrids, not just one.” He didn’t tell her the part about the soul-mating. He had to keep that to himself for now, until he was sure. Until he knew it wouldn’t be used against him.

  He brought Sabrina down on the bed, the other pair quiet now as well, and pulled the covers over them. Forced into being a vampire and soul-mated in the same damned week. What the fuck else was this week going to bring him?

  Tired, confused and wanting nothing more than for the world to make sense again, Jacob closed his eyes, dreading seeing his brother later. Cade was definitely going to lose his shit.

  Chapter 8

  Jadrian

  Jadrian, exhausted and discouraged, walked back to his room pondering whether to use the rest of the vampire blood he had or try and get a few hours of sleep to quench the soul-draining exhaustion making his feet drag. He’d watched from his phone as the clan members left at their home in Kansas tore apart the houses and grounds of the many homes they owned there, no sign of Jacob being found. When technology failed to uncover his brother’s whereabouts he’d gone back to searching around New Orleans, driving the straight streets, dodging tourists that wandered out into the streets as though it were part of the sidewalk.

  He’d given several a good view of his middle finger when they’d shouted at him for using the street as it was meant to be used. He didn’t have the time or the patience for dealing with idiots. Th
rowing open his door with a growl, he went to the cabinet where he’d hidden the remaining vials, something telling him that the blood was going to be vital. They were in battle mode with the Mungons. Not one person had said the words out loud, but Jadrian couldn’t help but think them now: Jacob had been taken by the Mungons.

  It was the only explanation that made sense. Punctual, always cooperative, sensible, and far too concerned with his brothers, Jacob wouldn’t have just taken off without an explanation of some kind. Something had happened to him and that something had to involve those bastards trying to ruin it for everybody. Selfish pricks only cared about themselves, Jadrian thought, as he tossed back the somehow still warm liquid.

  Swallowing without tasting, he put the vial in the trash and stretched out on his bed, knowing the effects would start almost immediately, but still tired. He felt the scratches on his back, tiny little things that shouldn’t bother him a bit, begin to itch as he settled into the pillows, his fingers going to scratch the small tears in his skin. An infection from scurrying around the dirty confines of the monastery was the last thing he needed.

  They reminded him of Allana, and the reason he was itching now. His overactive imagination played an image of her on her knees, his cock sliding between those pouty lips of hers, her eyes wide. Jadrian’s stomach tightened and his hands clenched the bedcovers. Shit, she was so fucking hot! If there were any gods they should let him find out what it really felt like to have her, in every way.

  “Jadrian! Open up! Hurry!” An urgent voice and a fist pounding on his door startled him from his reverie and Jadrian pulled his hand from his hip where it had been snaking down.

  With the swiftness only vampire blood could give him, Jadrian flew at the door, pulling it nearly from its hinges as his powerful arms flung the barrier open. Something was wrong, Cade sounded panicked.

  “Is it Jacob?” Jadrian’s face showed his terror as he looked up at his brother’s face, the moment freezing his heart in his chest.