by Lena Moore
The five of them talked some more and came up with not much at all in regards to a plan. Draven noticed everyone was yawning so he suggested they all hit the hay.
Jadis invited both Dany and Dolph to stay. She’d set up the room on the right as a spare room, cross office. Dolph declined her offer. Dany seemed pleased with himself, his pearly whites shining in the dimly lit room.
Draven, Dolph and Aliyah walked the short distance to his home then said their goodnights. He knew Dolph wasn’t acting like himself, but also knew that trying to tackle the issue head on would only aggravate his best friend. So instead, he showed Dolph where he was sleeping and snuggled in close to Aliyah. He would talk when he was ready.
~ Dolph ~
Dolph raked his fingers through his silver tipped black hair, tugging at the ends as his thoughts began to wonder. How is it after all these fucking years that woman is still embedded under my damn skin? Dolph brought his fingertips to his nose and inhaled. Jadis’s scent enveloped his nostrils and his cock hardened in his boxers. He reached inside and palmed his thick heat between his fingers and thumb, drawing the foreskin down then back up, causing a pearl of pre-cum to slide down his shaft. Dolph hissed and relinquished the vice grip hold on his cock. Instead, he continued aggressing with himself over walking out of Jadis’s little space.
It took all of his strength to leave that kid, Dany, with her. Although he sure didn’t fuck like a kid when the three of them were together. He’d never admit it to anyone else, but the kid had moves.
There was something oddly familiar about him, not that Dolph could put his damn finger on it, which irked him even more.
His mind wandered to what the pair would be doing now that everyone had left them to their own devices, to think of Dany’s hands all over Jadis. There was not a sliver of doubt in his mind: he was blue balling jealous. Dolph couldn’t allow himself to fall for Jadis again. Fuck, he was kidding himself with that statement. He’d always loved her. The last time they’d parted ways had almost killed him, well oppressed him emotionally anyway.
Dolph’s mind catapulted to the time when they were an item, when they were madly in love. It had been years since he’d seen her, and her beauty hadn’t dissipated. She was as mesmerizing as he remembered. Part of him was envious that he was unable to relive those years. The other more stubborn and rebellious side was thankful he’d left when he did. It wasn’t his decision to make back then; but now he would hang onto his control and maintain it. Fuck the cost because no one would call the shots for him except for himself.
What made it unbearably worse was that Jadis followed Draven around like a lost puppy after Delilah was killed, even after they’d broken up. She was loyal to him, their friendship built on a foundation of understanding and trust, something Jadis and Dolph clearly didn’t have all those years ago.
He never admitted this to anyone, not even himself, until now, but a part of him placed some culpability on Draven. Was it fair? No. But he had to blame someone to take the anguish and anger away from his fuck up. Especially once he learned that Jadis and Draven found pleasure in each other’s bed. Remarkably, he wasn’t angry at the duo for seeking comfort between the sheets, nor did he feel betrayed by them. Dolph knew it wasn’t about love with Draven and Jadis. It was a way to blow off pent up angry steam. They’d both experienced grief back then, which was something he couldn’t relate to at that time. He understood that loss now, seeing he’d lost someone he loved, too.
Dolph was done traversing down his fucked up memory lane. There was too much agony in his history, too many untold truths.
So instead he focused on the touch of Jadis’s chocolate skin he’d felt mere hours ago. The way her cherry blossom scent assaulted his senses, causing his knees to buckle in their wake. Dolph hated knowing that he still loved her, even after two hundred years.
The beauty of having vampire blood in his veins meant he was immortal, just like Draven. His werewolf linage was much more powerful than the blood sucking crimson that flowed through his veins; which in turn meant he was basically a shapeshifting vampire without the need to feed on human blood.
At times, the temptation arose. More often than not, Dolph avoided any kind of blood, except when he killed. He acknowledged the power he obtained when the blood of others entered his body, even an animal. This was just another thing he suppressed inside, down deeper than the darkest abyss ever found, because he hated losing control. A part of the bloodlust was from being a wolf, a predator, a fighter, but the high was short lived. The guilt and shame always crept back in, and Dolph despised that feeling with a passion.
He’d accepted who he was a long time ago. That didn’t mean he had to like it. Dolph had done a lot of despicable things in his life, and for that he would have to live with it until the end of his days.
~ Draven ~
Draven stretched, feeling a warm body sprawled out beside him. He inhaled, smelling the now familiar scent of Aliyah. He turned and propped himself up on his elbow to watch her as she slept.
Aliyah’s long dark hair formed a halo around her head, which Draven felt was fitting given she was part angel. He watched closely as her nostrils flared slightly whilst her naked chest rose and fell which each breath. Those pretty pink nipples were pulled tight almost like she was aroused, sending an SOS straight to his cock. Draven sunk his teeth into his lower lip, suppressing a moan while wishing that damn sinful mouth of hers was wrapped around his junk.
His eyes wondered down the rest of Aliyah’s long, lean body. The sheet was in an annoying position blocking his view of her hot little mound, but he didn’t mind, not yet anyway. He drank her in, allowing himself to get lost in everything that was unsullied, beautiful and raw. Draven wasn’t an idiot. He knew that Aliyah had been with other men. That’s not what he meant when he thought of her as being unblemished; her heart was pure and her conscience clean. A part of him hungered to feel like that once again.
Draven noticed her lips were slightly ajar, compelling him, beckoning him to press his own to hers and burrow himself deep within her body, and boy did he want to. His length hung heavy and hot between his thighs, imploring, urging him to ram his fat cock into her snug little hole.
The growl tumbled up in his throat. He repressed it the same as the moan and lay on his back gripping his marble hard rod in his hands. Slowly he slid his palm up and down his velvety skin, tugging slightly on the silver metal in his cock. It felt good, but Mrs. Palmer and her five daughters was no match for Aliyah’s slick heat.
Draven watched her sleep under heavy lids. His jaw clenched so tight that his teeth began to ache. More than anything he wanted to slide into her. Draven knew she would be sore and tired from yesterday’s activities.
His movements increased in speed and he couldn’t stop the hiss from escaping his mouth. Aliyah’s seductive violet hues fluttered open, taking in the scene. Her arousal immediately slammed into his face causing his fangs to elongate.
Draven’s motion slowed as something passed between them: a silent understanding, provocation, lust, need.
He was about to pounce on her; instead, he stopped himself. Draven knew with how ravenous he was feeling in this moment he would hurt her if he took her the way that he wanted. The fucked up, sick part of him wanted that more than anything in the world. He wanted to mark her as his own, have her body laying wanton, spent and at his every mercy. Now was not the time. Soon enough he would own every single piece of her mind, body and soul.
His eyes locked with Aliyah’s pair, observing her sliding the covers off her body to reveal her fit slender form. One of her hands glided down to her engorged clit, the other tweaked her perfect pink berried, pierced nipple. Draven salivated at the mere sight. Aliyah was pleasuring herself, coaxing him to do the same. Who was he to deny her.
There was something severely erotic about what they were doing. No words were spoken, yet an undeniable electricity still crackled around them, knowing and edging them on.
Draven held he
r eyes the entire time. It was difficult not to combust immediately by watching one of his biggest turn-ons unfold in front his eyes. He loved when women pleasured themselves, but he hungered for it more because it was Aliyah.
Her eyes were pleading as she drew her lip into her mouth then released it, panting, her body slightly shuddering while her fingers circled quicker around her swollen nub. Draven knew she was close, and fuck so was he.
Reaching over with his free hand, he pinched her nipple, causing her to gasp then moan. He worried the piercing between his fingers, his movement turning erratic as he stroked himself to the cusp of orgasm. Draven wasn’t going to cum until she did.
“Cum for me, Snowflake.” His voice came out hoarse and not sounding at all like his own.
It looked like she breathed a sigh of relief as he watched her eyes roll into the back of her head and her body shake while she screamed out his name. It was an image that would be imprinted in his mind until the end of time. The sensual pleasure of watching the woman you love climaxing at her own hand, knowing she’s wishing it was you fucking her brains out.
Draven removed his hand from her nipple and knelt on the bed between her legs, still stroking his cock, placed it around her throat. Aliyah’s eyes searched his mismatched pair in question.
Draven’s voice came out like gravel, given what little control he had left, “Remember your safe word, Snowflake?”
“Ruby,” she replied automatically.
“Good, use it if you need it. Now play with that pretty little pussy and cum for me again,” he ground out.
“Ok.”
That’s all he needed to hear as his hand clasped around her graceful neck, squeezing, but not enough to close off her airway.
Draven edged himself to the point of agony, not wanting to cum until she shattered beneath him again. Aliyah’s breath came in haggard drawls. He could smell how ripe she was and how ready she was to undulate. Taking that as his cue, he picked up the pace. Wanking his rock hard cock fast, he applied a little more pressure to her neck and she detonated beneath him. Draven screamed out his release, his vison blurring as he emptied out thick white ribbons of cum all over her pussy and belly.
Releasing his hold on her neck and his cock, he leaned down and placed a loving kiss to her lips.
“Thank you,” she breathed.
He growled his approval. She was a natural. There was no doubt in his mind that Aliyah had submissive tendencies, with a dash of a brat, though. Draven couldn’t wait to showcase more of his fuckery to her. He didn’t live the life, but he sure enjoyed the kink side of it.
“No, thank you, baby.”
She worried at her lip with her teeth. “That was beyond amazing, but, I was just wondering why you didn’t you know—fuck me?”
Draven chuckled, “Are you sore?”
“Well, yes.”
“That’s why.”
“I could have handled it,” she exclaimed defiantly.
He placed his finger under her chin and lifted. His dreadlocks formed a curtain around them as if to hide them from the world when he leaned in close.
“I know you could. I simply don’t want to wreck that pretty little thing straight away.”
“You’re so dirty.” She shoved at him and he fell back laughing.
“Touché.”
Draven didn’t want to break the carefree moment they were experiencing. Unfortunately, he knew he had to. Her parents had been kidnapped by some deranged Otherworlders and he wouldn’t risk their lives any longer than necessary. He knew what it would do to Aliyah if they didn’t get to them in time, and that’s wasn’t something he was willing to even entertain.
His tone turned sombre. “Come on, Snowflake, we need to get our shit together because we have an escape mission to plan.”
Chapter Twenty
~ Aliyah ~
It was like a knife to the gut hearing those words leave Draven’s mouth. He was right. They needed to stay on task. Deep seated guilt occupied her body for enjoying intimate moments while her parents were left to endure whatever unspeakable things might be going on while in captivity. How was she even thinking of sex at a time like this? But she was. Every damn second of every damn minute since she’d met Draven. It was like he’d awoken her libido from hibernation. Just ruminating over it sent her insides burning.
She cleared her throat, attempting to distract her own thoughts from the libidinous whirlwind that was wreaking havoc in her mind. She had to pull herself together.
Sometime later, Aliyah walked out of Draven’s room after a long hot shower and was met with Dolph’s opaque eyes boring into her, a smirk on his rugged handsome face. A shadow of growth wrapped around his strong jawline revealing his full lips that had now curled up into a knowing smile. What was he thinking, she wondered. And then she felt her face heat up because he had probably heard everything that happened earlier.
Aliyah brushed by Dolph and waltzed into the kitchen to escape her embarrassment. Walking over to the kettle, she started fixing herself a green tea. Lord knew she needed it with how fatigued she currently felt. She busied herself around the kitchen looking for anything to make a smoothie. Aliyah was anxious as fuck, rummaging through the refrigerator. The air crepitated and the hairs on the back of her neck stood to attention. She knew before she’d even smelled him that Draven had just entered the room.
“Would you calm the fuck down, sugar? You’re going to rip the door off the damn fridge if you yank it open any harder.” He walked over and moved her out of the way. “Here, what are you looking for? Maybe I can help find it.”
Aliyah scratched her head. “Fuck, anything to make a smoothie with, please.”
Draven didn’t answer her. He bent over and sifted through the contents of the fruit draw that Aliyah had somehow failed to go through. She couldn’t help ogling his long lean legs and hard backside in those damn tight denim jeans. She knew she’d never tire of that view. Abruptly, he turned and smirked at her, holding some fruit and veggies in his hands before placing them on the granite counter. The wanker caught her gawking at his ass again, fuck. She averted her eyes and saw bananas, oranges, pineapple, spinach and finely cut kale laid out in front of her. Did this vampire actually eat this shit? she mused. After taking one look at his body, she knew he would eat just as well as he worked out.
Aliyah didn’t talk over breakfast. Instead, she just listened to Dolph and Draven rehash old memories. She was a little envious of their long history. These men had lived for centuries. They pissed all over her mere eighteen years on this plane. Feeling a little insignificant, she excused herself and went to find Dany.
Jadis ushered her in with a welcoming embrace and kiss to each side of her cheek.
“You look refreshed, girl. Slept well, hmmm?” She winked and Aliyah felt herself blush.
“Something like that,” she replied and avoided meeting Jadis’s eyes. “Where’s Dany?”
“He’s in the shower. I’m sure he will be out soon.”
Aliyah nodded, not saying anything. She secretly prayed that Dany wouldn’t get hurt in the process of whatever was happening with him and Jadis. The man was a hopeless romantic when his heart was in it. Otherwise, he was basically a walking cock unable to differentiate between which head outranked the other. She scoffed to herself and rolled her eyes internally at the many women she’d seen him bed.
Dany took that moment to emerge from the shower with his long wet tendrils of dark hair still dripping and a towel wrapped around his waist.
He smiled that million dollar smile. “Liah, how you doing bitchface?”
“You call your best friend bitchface?” Jadis interjected.
“Pffts, you should hear the shit she calls me, love.”
Love? Aliyah quirked an eyebrow at him. He was already falling for the woman, and by the way she witnessed Dany stealing glances at her, it was a statement rather than a pet name. Shit.
“It’s true. It’s just how we roll, Jadis. It’s the only way we kno
w how to converse,” Aliyah giggled.
Jadis shook her head, a smile planted on her face. She moved over to the table, pulled out one of the chairs, sat then dealt some cards out on the table. After taking a closer look, she realised they were Tarot cards.
Aliyah wanted to ask Jadis some questions as she’d always been intrigued by them, but decided she really needed to focus on finding her parents first.
“Go get some fucking clothes on,” Dolph growled upon entering the room.
Jadis’s head whipped up from the cards. Aliyah swore she saw sadness flicker through those forest greens. It appeared she loved him as well. Damn, this was not going to bode well between these two alphas.
Draven entered the room then leaned nonchalantly against the wall, surveying what was unfolding before him almost as if he knew this was inevitable. Aliyah raised her eyebrows at him, which earned her a noncommittal shrug of his broad shoulders.
She huffed and turned to face the men. “Dany, go put some clothes on. Dolph, stop with the macho alpha bullshit. The stench wafting off you is intense.”
Aliyah noticed Dolph flinch at her words but the scowl remained in place. She was about to apologise when Draven interrupted her.
“Can we have a word, Aliyah?” Draven pushed off from the wall then grabbed her wrist. He gave her no choice by pulling her into the spare room.
She tried to shimmy out of his hold; his brute strength stamped out her attempts.
“Let me go, Shrek.”
He relinquished his hold and turned toward her, his face unreadable. “You can’t say shit like that, especially without knowing the story behind it. It’s not fair, and it’s disrespectful.”
Aliyah felt like a misbehaving child the way he chastised her. She sighed, “You’re right, I shouldn’t have lashed out like that. I’m fucking high-strung, Draven. I don’t have time for these high school pissing matches between Dolph and Dany. Jadis is still in love with Dolph. I can tell. What I don’t understand is why she is dragging my best friend through the mud if she wants to be with him?” she challenged.