by Sofia Daniel
Fear rippled through my belly. One drop of his blood had caused me to kill someone at his command. More of the wretched liquid coursing through my veins would probably make me want to offer my life for another taste of him.
I shook my head. Whatever happened, I couldn’t drink their blood. And I couldn’t let them drink mine.
“What’s wrong?” Nero crooned.
“There has to be another way.”
“There isn’t.”
Raphael appeared at my side and lowered me onto the chaise, reminding me of the time he had brought me here after I’d discovered the gas leak that had killed my family.
He sat next to me and held my hand. “You’re in a lot of trouble. If Lady Mantis discovers you killed Micalla, she’ll want you executed.”
“Only after she’s made you suffer for decades,” added Dante.
“He’s right,” said Raphael. “Micalla told me about some of the cruel things her mother did to make her obedient.”
Closing my eyes, I focused on the meditation exercise the onion woman had taught me and hoped I had released enough magic to hide my lies. I pictured Raphael being burned from the inside out from ingesting my blood and told myself that anyone who drank my blood would suffer the same.
“I-I want to,” I said. “But my blood is toxic right now.”
Nero’s nostrils flared, and Dante leaned toward me as though trying to detect the falsehood on my scent.
“There’s another way to form the bond. It’s not as effective as blood and requires regular top-ups.” Nero’s eyes slid to Dante’s, who smirked.
“W-what is it?” I asked.
“You’re about to find out.” Dante hooked his thumbs behind the waistband of his pants. The tips of his fingers pointed toward his erection.
Next to him, Nero unbuckled his belt. He nudged Raphael, urging him to do the same.
The fine hairs on the back of my head stood on end. Surely, they didn’t want me to give them all blow jobs?
Chapter 5
I sat on the edge of the chaise, my pulse pounding against my windpipe. My breaths were quick and shallow, and a mix of nerves and arousal thrummed through my insides. The three brothers stood between me and the low table, each staring down at me with different expressions.
Raphael’s face mirrored how I felt. His pupils remained round but so wide, I could barely see the green of his irises. His parted lips quivered with anticipation, and his chest rose and fell with rapid breaths.
From this angle, the curtain of Nero’s loose dreadlocks created shadows that hardened his features. His eyes burned so darkly, I couldn’t tell the shape of his pupils. He grinned down at me like a predator about to savor his long-awaited prey.
Anger flared through my insides at the reminder that my predicament was his fault.
On the far side, Dante smirked. Cold triumph shone in his blue eyes. Up until now, he’d never gotten me to kneel before him—he still hadn’t. I suppose he thought this was his victory over me.
It wasn’t.
“I signed the concubine contract in blood. That should be enough to secure my position.”
The clink of Nero’s belt buckle caught my attention, and my gaze slid down the contours of his chest and abs to his crotch. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers, and pulled down his pants and underwear, letting his erection spring free.
My throat dried. His dick was even longer and thicker than it had appeared when constricted in his pants. It was darker than the rest of his skin, with thick veins running along its underside and a bulbous tip the reddish-brown of burnt sienna.
The pearl of precum glistening on its slit reminded me of the time I’d sucked blood off the tip of his finger. I licked my lips, wondering how he would taste.
“Have you done this before?” Nero asked, voice quickening with excitement.
“N-no.” The only oral sex I’d ever had was with Raphael, and he hadn’t asked me to return the favor.
Dante chuckled. “Raph already got her pussy, you get her mouth, and I’ll get her ass.”
“Fine with me,” said Nero.
My gaze snapped to the blond vampire. “What do you—”
Nero pressed the tip of his penis between my lips, and I reared back, outrage burning my cheeks. I raised my hand to slap at the offending organ, but he grabbed my wrist.
“If you won’t take our blood, then you’ll take our cum, and you’ll swallow every last drop until it’s coming out of your ears.” The growl in Nero’s voice made my nipples tingle and sent a shiver of anticipation between my legs. “Now, be a good whore and suck my cock.”
I raised my head and sent Raphael a look of pleading, hoping he would shove his brother aside and whisk me away, but Raphael just gave me a smile and an encouraging nod.
A bolt of fury shot through my heart, and a hot, angry breath surged from my nostrils. He was just as bad as his asshole brothers.
Clenching my jaw, I surveyed my situation. I was trapped in a room with three horny, erect vampires, each sporting erections the size of zucchinis. They were faster than me, stronger, and a thousand times more devious, and my only magical power consisted of peeling layers off imaginary cloves of garlic.
My throat thickened, and I swallowed several times in quick succession. There were two ways I could escape my predicament. The first would be to accept their blood, but knowing that vampire blood could make a monster like Dracula appear like an irresistible stud, I wasn’t prepared to go down that road.
Nero waved the second option in front of my face like it was a cat treat.
I rolled my eyes. The worst part about this shitty situation was that I really wanted to give his dick a taste.
Fuck it.
I wrapped my fingers around the base of his erection, and the organ swelled and pulsed against my palm.
“It recognizes you as its property,” Nero said with a smirk.
Dante snickered. “You’ve kept him waiting so long, the precum is forming a stream. Go on, whore. Lick it.”
I shot Dante a dirty look. “Don’t act like you’re not waiting your turn.”
He stared down his nose at me. “From the smell of your arousal, you’re aching to slip it between your plump lips.”
Nero nudged his brother. “Stop giving her reasons not to suck me off.”
“My apologies.” Dante grinned, cruel amusement glinting in his eyes.
Closing my fingers around Nero’s dick, I yanked him forward. With a grunt, he moved closer, and I licked along his slit, gathering his precum on the tip of my tongue.
Nero shuddered and hissed through his teeth.
I flicked my tongue back down his slit, eliciting another shiver, then I slipped the tip of his erection between my lips and sucked.
Nero’s heavy, rasping breaths made the muscles of my core clench, and wetness gathered between my folds. A smile curved my lips as I ran the flat of my tongue over, around, and under the ridge of that gorgeous, thick cock-head. Strong, devious Nero, who had defeated a werewolf and tricked me into killing Micalla was now completely under my power.
My head bobbed up and down his length as he gently rocked his hips back and forth against my movements. We built up a steady rhythm, and I closed my eyes, narrowing my world down to myself and that glorious prick.
“Fuck,” Nero groaned. “Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”
One hand pumped up and down his length, and the other slid to his balls. I massaged them between my fingers, marveling at the weight of the fleshy organs on my hand. Nero was magnificent, and I couldn’t wait for us to do more.
“That’s enough.” Dante’s sharp, arrogant voice cut through my happy little world and brought me back to the humiliating reality.
“One more minute,” said Nero.
“If there’s a huge time lapse between ingesting our essence, she’s going to be most loyal to the one she swallowed first.”
Nero continued sliding his length in and out of my mouth. “Th
at only works with blood.”
“Are you prepared to bet our lives on that?” asked Raphael.
“No.” Nero pulled out of my mouth, leaving me empty.
I stared at his glistening, brown dick and frowned. What on earth were they talking about? The only power I held over them was the knowledge of their involvements in Pigtails’ and Micalla’s deaths, which only made us even. Nothing about my relationship with them was a matter of life and death.
Nero cupped my cheek. “Don’t worry, whore. You’ll get all the cum you’re craving soon.”
Heat rose to my cheeks. “I’m not—”
“Enough procrastination,” snapped Dante. He placed his hands on his hips. “My turn.”
I glanced down at his crotch. A thick erection tented his pants, but the asshole hadn’t unbuckled his belt or even attempted to free it from its confines.
He probably wanted me to undress him to prove that I was eager for his dick. I was curious about how he measured up against his brother, but that was about it.
“Go on,” said Dante. “You know you want it.”
Humiliation burned through every capillary on my face as I reached out and pulled the tip of Dante’s belt out of its loop. I didn’t dare look into his smirking face, as his quickened breaths were indication enough of his excitement.
“Don’t you wish you’d kissed my feet at the beginning of last term?” he said with a happy sigh. “Now, you’re sitting before us, our eager, little blood whore.”
“You’ll never get my blood,” I muttered.
I unbuckled his belt, slid the button of his pants free, and pulled them down. Dante’s erection bulged out of his black, silk boxers. Without sparing a moment, I pulled his prick free from the smooth fabric.
It was warm and thick and heavy in my hand. The skin encasing his dick was a little paler than the rest of him, and it stood as straight as a column with a purple tip as thick as Nero’s.
I stifled a groan and licked my lips. Dante’s dick was much like his personality, angry and rigid. My hand slid up the thick shaft, and Dante drew in a soft gasp as I squeezed him firmly around the top. A bead of clear fluid oozed out from his slit, and I lapped it up. He was a lot sweeter than his brother, and I wondered if his awful exterior was just a facade.
“Good whore,” Dante rasped as my tongue delved into his slit.
I raised my head and glowered into his slitted eyes. “Keep calling me that, and I’ll stop.”
“You belong to us,” Dante said. “Be grateful we’re treating you so well.”
Pushing aside my irritation, I ran my tongue up the length of his dick, inwardly griping at how such an unpleasant person could possess such a beautiful body. Dante’s breaths deepened, and I lapped at the skin that joined his shaft to the head of his penis.
Nero grabbed my hand and guided it to his exposed dick. It was still damp with my saliva and from precum that had gathered on his slit and dribbled down his length. I wrapped my fingers around his pulsing thickness, and he rocked his hips back and forth against my palm.
I glanced up at Raphael, who stared down at me with wide, lust-filled eyes. His nostrils flared when our gazes met, and I looked away to focus on my task. It was hard to decide which one I disliked the most. Raphael for pretending to like me, or Nero for trapping me into becoming the brothers’ blood whore. At least Dante had always been consistently nasty.
Since Dante also seemed the type who would slam his dick down my throat and laugh at me when I gagged, I gripped him hard at the base before engulfing him into my mouth.
“You’re so hot and wet,” he said between clenched teeth. “You’ll be on your knees soon, begging for my cock and fangs.”
The pulse between my legs pounded so hard, the sound probably rang through their ears like an alarm bell. I slid my head down his shaft, letting his tip hit the back of my throat before I backed away.
“Pull back,” said Dante. “I want to see your lips stretch around my cock.”
I narrowed my eyes and did as he said. The quicker I could get them all to climax, the quicker they’d leave me alone to search for the onion woman. She had to be somewhere in the castle. Who else would have left all that garlic out for me to peel?
Dante’s fingers laced through my hair, holding me in place. He pistonned his hips back and forth. I tightened my grip on his length and loosened my jaw to let him fuck my mouth.
I glowered up at Dante, whose blue irises now filled his eyes and contrasted with his black, slitted pupils. His fangs lengthened, and the incisors next to them sharpened into points. Fear exploded across my chest, and adrenaline surged through my veins.
My eyes bulged, and ragged breaths filled my lungs. Was Dante doing this on purpose, or had the exercises I’d done open up my third eye. I glanced at Nero, whose eyes were black. Then I turned my gaze to Raphael, whose entire sclera had turned green.
“Ease up.” Nero placed a hand on Dante’s shoulder.
With a grin that looked like it could shred the skin off my neck, Dante withdrew his penis. “I can’t wait to claim that tight, little ass of yours.”
The words washed over me. I couldn’t stop looking between his terrible, snake-like eyes and those unfeasibly sharp teeth.
“What’s wrong?” Dante asked. “Have you finally learned to be seen and not heard, whore?”
I shook my head and turned to the erection straining through Raphael’s pants. He cradled my hands in his.
“You don’t have to do this,” he murmured.
Right. And if I stood and walked to the door, he wouldn’t do a damned thing when his brothers held me down and forced me to suck all three of them off until I swallowed all their cum.
Now that I’d experienced the worst of the boys’ betrayal, I could see Raphael for the coward and two-faced wretch he hid behind a sweet exterior.
“Oh, no.” Sarcasm dripped from my every word. “I want to give you all blowjobs. If I refuse, you’ll hand me over to Lady Mantis.”
“That’s right,” said Nero.
“It’s reassuring to know that you fully understand your predicament,” added Dante with a smirk.
I glared up at Raphael, daring him to act like he was the kinder of the three brothers, the one the other two had dragged into this terrible situation.
His reptilian eyes softened, and he stroked my cheek with the pads of his fingers. “It’s for the best, Alicia. Accept our essence, and our status as the sons of Lord Stryx will give you the protection you need from Lady Mantis and from anyone else.”
My nostrils flared. “You can’t offer me that protection without turning me into some kind of slave?”
His copper brows drew together. “Don’t make things difficult. I can smell your arousal. We’ll make you feel terrific.” He turned to his brothers. “Won’t we?”
Dante barked out a laugh. “Speak for yourself.”
Nero grinned. “I’m going to use our blood whore as roughly as her body will allow.”
Ignoring their taunts, I turned back to Raphael. “What if I refuse?”
“Do you need another refresher of the video I shot of you last term?” asked Nero.
I gritted my teeth. “It’s already entrenched in my mind.”
“Then wrap your lips around Raph’s cock and get him nice and ready for the big finale.”
Shoving down my resentment, I reached for Raphael’s belt, but in the blink of an eye, he unbuckled and unzipped himself and stood before me in a pair of green boxer briefs. A huge, wet patch spread through the cotton fabric from where he’d become aroused at the sight of me sucking on his brothers’ dicks.
He rocked his hips forward, waiting for me to pull out his erection.
Annoyance tightened my lips and fizzled across my skin. Did Raphael think his half-assed attempt to undress made him any better than Dante? At least the blond vampire didn’t pretend to be the nice guy. I yanked down Raphael’s boxer briefs, letting the elastic snag on his prick.
He didn’t even flin
ch. Instead, his pale length jutted proudly against his flat stomach. Light-blue veins bulged underneath his alabaster skin, and precum oozed from a rosy, mushroom-shaped tip.
My mouth watered, and a vindictive part of me wondered what would happen if I used my teeth against him.
“Alicia,” said Raphael, his voice breathy. “If you don’t want—”
I grabbed him around the middle of his length, causing him to gasp. Before he could say anything else, I slipped his dick between my lips and gave him a hard suck.
Raphael cried out and grabbed onto his brothers’ arms for support.
Dante chuckled. “She’s learning.”
“Think how skilled she’ll become after a week of sucking us off,” added Nero.
With a growl, I squeezed Raphael even tighter and pumped my hand back and forth over his length while bobbing my head up and down. His breathy gasps sent pleasant tingles up and down my spine, and his moans caused my core muscles to pulse.
Residual feelings of how he had fucked me at the end of last term tormented my mind, making me writhe on the leather chaise. My body cried out to be filled and stretched and pounded until I shattered into a million pieces, but I tamped down those desires and continued with my task.
Both Dante and Nero wrapped my hands around their lengths, leaving Raphael free to slide his prick down my tongue and into the back of my throat. Raphael glided down to the hilt until his silken pubes tickled my nose and filled my nostrils with his woody scent.
“That’s it, whore.” Nero pushed his hardness through my clenched fists with a snap of his hips. “Pump us dry.”
A bitter cocktail of anger and humiliation swirled within my gut, and hot tears streamed down my cheeks. If I ever got the chance to skewer them with stakes, I would do it without hesitation.
Raphael placed gentle hands on my head to keep me steady then fucked my throat with ruthless abandon, while the other two continued thrusting into my hands. Their harsh, ragged breaths and moans filled my ears until they muffled all thoughts of vengeance.