Gods, my cock fucking jumps at the sight of them.
I quietly walk over, my eyes rooted on Violet’s pussy. While Ronan fucks her with his tongue and Violet’s soft moans gather momentum, I trail my eyes over her naked body, taking everything in—her gorgeous curves bathed in candlelight, her lush tits, her arching spine, and the droplets of sweat trickling down her front the more Ronan devours her. When I find her gaze, her eyes are already locked on me, and she’s grinning.
I smile at her and begin to drop to one knee, but she shakes her head.
“Strip.”
One word from her and I nearly cum in my fucking pants. I need to contain myself or this shit will be over far too soon. I want to savor every second of my bonding with the queen. I’ve got to steady myself.
I give a firm nod and take a step back. Pulling my shirt over my ripped torso, I throw the material onto the sofa before reaching for my leather belt. I watch Ronan spread Violet’s legs wider, fuck her hole with two of his fingers, and then shove the digits into her hungry little mouth.
“Mmmm.” She sucks the fingers all the way to his knuckle, her eyes never once leaving me. “Keep going,” she orders, when I become too fixated on watching them and forget what I’m doing. “I want you completely naked, Kaleo.”
I kick my shoes off and rush to remove my pants. Her eyes land on my bobbing cock. Her gaze laps me up like a prized cut of meat, and fuck if that doesn’t turn me the hell on. She runs her hands through Ronan’s honey blonde hair and with a gentle tug, pushes him to the side. Her amethyst eyes gleam like a ravenous beast about to pounce on unsuspecting prey.
I stay perfectly still, watching her rise from the cushions. She prowls over to me on her hands and knees, her blonde hair draped over her shoulders. I reach out and cup her face when she stops in front of me. She leans into my touch and dips her eyes. I don’t know what type of shifter she is because of her vampire side masking her scent, but I have a feeling she’s a werecat. A faint rumble builds in the back of her throat as she nuzzles into me. I run a thumb over her bowed lips, and the little minx takes the digit into her mouth. Her fangs graze the tip of my thumb, and I gasp as Violet sucks the blood onto her swirling tongue. A naughty smile lights up her face as she does so. A flush paints her freckled cheeks, and her eyes glow like amethyst jewels burning in a furnace.
And then her mouth is on my stomach, and she’s trailing kisses down my body.
My stomach, my thighs, my balls all answer the call of her searing touch.
She flicks her tongue over the tip of my cock and swallows the precum. My eyes close involuntarily, and when she takes my cock straight into her sweet mouth, I’m nearly fucking undone.
“Ohhh, shiiiit,” I groan, tangling my big hands into her silky hair. Violet’s approving moan vibrates down my shaft. “Fuck yes.” I wrap her hair around my large hand and pull. Violet takes my cock down to the hilt, pauses, gags, and fuck me, I just want to ram into her.
My queen’s lips on my body, even her presence, sets my body on fire. She dizzies my mind, wrenches my heart from my beating chest, and holds the organ with her bare hands. My body, my soul, my everything belongs to this creature on her knees before me, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe. I have a purpose now. A reason to live. And like fucking hell will I ever surrender that again.
“Do you like when I do this to you?” Violet asks, her breath hot against my cock. She flicks her tongue over my sensitive slit, her ruthless teasing bordering on torture.
“Yes, my queen. Shit!”
She devours me again, and I thrust deeper into her mouth, my legs and hands twitching. She rolls my balls in her palm, keeping her touch light. A sudden brush of ice running down my back has me craning my neck. Ronan’s hands are on me, firm, cold, and he’s trailing a finger down my spine.
Violet releases my throbbing cock and Ronan’s palm slides down my waist. He massages my ass with his large hands, and on instinct, my body clenches. It’s been a while since I’ve been touched by another man. Hell, probably over a decade, and by a vampire no less? This is fucking new.
“What a fine specimen you are,” Ronan whispers by my ear, his icy touch sending cold jolts down my spine. “Reach back here, Kaleo, and show me your pretty little hole.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Why is this so fucking hot? Even when I did fuck dudes, I usually topped. I only took their cocks when I lost to them in the cages, which was rare. But with a vampire… this is all new to me, and my body fucking loves it.
I let go of Violet’s hair. I look at her for permission, not sure if I should obey Ronan or not. Violet squirms back onto the cushions and nods, her hands gliding down her body toward her pussy.
My cock jumps as I reach back and spread my ass cheeks. Ronan drops to his knees and runs a wet finger over my hole, gently probing and tickling the puckered skin. I watch Violet play with her clit, her legs wide, showing me everything, as Ronan’s tongue connects with my flesh. He licks his way up my muscular thighs, his hands massaging my clenching ass, and then fuck—his tongue breaches, and I push back against him.
“God, this is so fucking hot,” Violet breathes, circling her nipple with one finger and fucking her pussy with another two. “I’ve missed this, Ronan. Have you?”
The vampire wiggles his tongue inside me by way of response. Sparks of pleasure build in my loins, leading me close to orgasm, and I close my eyes. But I want—need—to see my queen cum, so I force them back open. Once I do, I find Violet no longer fucking herself. Instead, she’s on all fours, crawling over to me, an unspoken lust in her eyes that no doubt mirrors my own. She returns her warm lips to my cock, such a stark contrast to Ronan’s cold but dexterous tongue.
“I… I never…” Holy shit, why the fuck am I so breathless? “…thought Bonding meant this.”
Ronan yanks his tongue from my ass just as he began to flick my prostate. How fucking long is the vampire’s tongue?
“But are you enjoying it?” he asks in that abrupt, English accent of his, the alpha within him rising to the surface.
I keep my ass spread for him, the muscles in my arms flexing with the effort. “Fuck yes,” I reply, thrusting my dick into Violet’s mouth. “I—shit, it’s fucking amazing.”
Ronan chuckles behind me. I prepare for his tongue again but a whole new organ pushes into my clenching ass. I relax my muscles and let go of my cheeks, enjoying the sensation of Ronan’s cock filling me while Violet sucks me off. The stinging friction in my ass soon abates as my body recalls what it’s like to be taken by another man.
Violet’s lips are soft and her pace slow. She’s helping me hold back. I hope it’s because I’ll get to fill her once Ronan dominates me. Taking a cock up the ass for my queen is hardly a sacrifice. At any rate, I hadn’t despised letting the occasional cage fighter fuck me in the past. Watching Violet as I take her alpha’s full length, though, that is a pleasure beyond any other. I’ll take a thousand cocks for my queen.
I close my eyes again as my pleasure intensifies. Ronan wraps an arm around my throat and keeps his spare hand on my hip. All the while, Violet sucks me painfully slow, and it takes everything within me not to start pounding into her sweet mouth.
I grab her hair again and hold her still on my pulsing cock. Her gagging is the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard, and Ronan’s cold breathing against my ear sends more chills down my body.
Jesus fuck!
His cock stretches me, filling me right to the hilt. When I peel my gaze from Violet and try to peer over my shoulder, Ronan’s eyes are fixed on our queen. He turns my head around, forcing my gaze to meet Violet again, and he pounds into my ass. I groan and further relax my muscles, taking him in deeper. His breathing hardens in my ear, his heart pounds through my mind, and the pain makes way for more pleasure.
Violet’s lips tighten around my cock, milking me of everything, and then Ronan’s grip strains on my throat and he stills. His cum explodes into my ass, and my head turns dizzy with
lack of oxygen. But fucking hell, the pleasure is something else. I would fall to the floor if not for Ronan holding me against him, and my queen sucking my cock. My orgasm slowly drains from my body as Violet lets go of me.
Her eyes burn with an intensity I’ve never seen in a woman before. The lilac glow within them has shifted into a dark pool of blood just like Ronan’s. Grinning, she snakes a hand between my thighs and grabs onto my twitching ass. Ronan’s cum sticks to her skin when she pulls her arm back. Before I can register what she’s doing, she leaps to her feet and thrusts her finger into my mouth, forcing me to swallow her alpha’s cum.
“Are you ready to take your queen now, Protector?” she breathes, scraping my ear with her teeth.
I growl and yank her fingers to the side. “I’ve been waiting on this moment my entire life, Your Majesty.”
Violet chuckles and steps back. She lays back on the cushions and opens her legs, inviting me to claim her pussy. Her wavy hair is disheveled over her shoulders, covering her pink nipples. Ronan releases my neck and pulls out from me, his movements impossibly swift. An even stronger desire consumes my body as I bend down and crawl toward my queen, ignoring the slight pain in my ass.
I start with my queen’s ankle. I take her smooth leg into my hands and kiss my way up her radiant skin. Violet lies back and bares everything to me. I brush the hair from her tits and seize a hardened nipple between my teeth. I nibble and suck on the bud while pushing my hands between her legs. When she played with herself before, I noticed how she wasn’t so much about circling as she was flicking. So I circle her clit, my fingers slick with her wetness, and I flick the button while teasing her hardened nipples.
“So good, Kaleo… so good,” she moans, arching her body on the blankets.
I move my finger into her warm entrance. I fuck her tight hole with the voracious hunger I’ve been containing since I walked in here. Violet’s moans vibrate through my mind, spreading goosebumps all over my sweating body. I nuzzle into her tits and trail my tongue over her nipples as I position myself between her legs. My cock brushes against her folds, and I growl.
Violet gasps at the feel of my cock breaching her pussy. She clenches around me, taking me surprisingly well considering my size, and her darkened eyes burn into my own, never leaving me. I try to maintain a rhythm to begin with, but Violet’s fingers dig into my ass cheeks and force me to increase my pace.
Fucking gladly, Your Highness.
I ram my cock into her like there’s no tomorrow. I run my fangs over her throat, desperate for a taste of her blood, and then Ronan seizes Violet’s wrist while I fuck her tight hole. He slices his fangs into her ivory skin, drawing blood from her veins, and holds her bleeding flesh up to my lips. As I receive my first taste of my queen’s mouth-watering blood, I thrust into her again, burying my cock as deeply as possible. My legs twitch as I jackhammer into her, pleasure and need clouding my body and mind. She pushes her wrist harder against my mouth, and I lap every single droplet my greedy tongue can get.
The second her blood enters my veins, my insides explode into a million little stars. My cum rushes out of me, spurting into her pussy, stream after stream after goddamn stream. I pin my arms beside her head and hold myself upright, my chest heaving and breaths coming out rapidly. That was the best sex I’ve ever fucking had.
Violet wraps her legs around my waist and grins. “Welcome home, Kaleo.”
She smears her bleeding wrist down my chest, marking me, claiming me with her blood, and Jesus fuck, I never want to let my queen go. I’ll protect her to my final breath. It’s not just my duty as her Protector—it’s my purpose. No harm will ever come to my queen.
The next day, we decide to fly to London. It’s a little odd being out in public while knowing my life is under threat. I’ve spent my entire existence in hiding, caged within my mother’s manor in Central London, kept safe and protected by her magic. I often wandered the eerie halls in search for something that make my life feel like I belonged somewhere, something that gave my life purpose. Surely there’s more to life than being trapped in a cage forever? I never did find an answer, though.
Until now.
As I board the private jet with Ronan and Kaleo at my side, I begin to feel a sense of belonging. It’s a contentment I’ve never truly known. My heart squeezes whenever I look at them. Not in a love-struck kind of way, it’s more like I feel safe with them and complete. My Protectors. I can conquer anything so long as I’m with them. I wish my mother had told me everything before she died, but I can understand why she didn’t; she, too, was protecting me in her own way. In return, I will find who killed her. It’s the least I can do after everything she sacrificed for me.
Kaleo’s suggestion of making my presence known to the royals is the only feasible solution. Now that I have Protectors, I’m able to do that. My first port of call is flying back to England. I’ve seen the vibrant red doors of Club Mystique in London many times before, but I’ve never stepped inside. I feel almost giddy as I find a seat on the jet and turn to Ronan. He’s whispering instructions to the sour-faced pilot. Kaleo stands by the bar, and he shoots me a wink as he pours alcohol into a mixer, his muscles flexing underneath his tight black shirt.
Ronan leaves the pilot and comes to sit across from me. “We should land in a couple of hours.”
“Have either of you ever been inside this club?” I ask, crossing my legs under my dress.
I watch Ronan’s lustful eyes trail up my exposed skin and land between my thighs. I uncross my legs and extend a leg toward him.
He swallows and gently removes my stiletto. “Once, when your mother visited, there was an attack in Central London. Your mother asked me to assist in capturing the culprit. I had worked with him in the past before he turned… unstable.”
“Wait. Wasn’t that the superintendent?” Kaleo asks, handing us both a cocktail. “If I remember correctly, he went berserk after his wife died, and started draining his employees one by one. I pity the fuckers who were working for him that day. His mess took our London unit months to clean up.”
“Do attacks like this happen often?” I take a small sip of my espresso martini. “I never knew of them.”
Kaleo grunts. “Yeah, that’s because the Unit does a good job of hiding them.”
I nod at Kaleo in understanding, then I moan as Ronan begins to press his thumbs into the sole of my foot, massaging. Kaleo’s eyes are glued to my legs. His gaze roams up my navy dress and lands on my lips. His cheeks heat a little when he realizes I caught him staring. I grin at him and nod to my other foot. Kaleo smirks and drops into the seat beside Ronan. His hands are larger than Ronan’s and his technique firmer as he removes my shoe, trailing his fingers along my foot. I chuckle and kick my leg a little, the sensation tickling, then I lean back in the chair and close my eyes. I’m deliberately not wearing any panties.
I struggle not to laugh. I’m sitting here like the queen of fucking Sheba while two gorgeous men massage my feet. Why don’t I feel the least bit embarrassed about that?
I peek through my long lashes at them. Ronan’s eyes are on my face, but Kaleo’s remain fixed on my legs; he’s neglected my foot to run his fingers up my calf. Low grumbles echo in the back of their throats, and their cocks tent their pants. I know exactly why I’m not embarrassed: it’s because I now understand how much they want this—how much I want them to be at my side, touching me and fucking me and drinking from me.
When I came of age, Ronan quite literally became my shadow. I never did comprehend why he was so desperate to be at my side all the time, but now I understand. It’s like a crushing need inside me, just like Ronan described, and now I have another man alongside him, a shifter for whom I feel equal passion. Their warmth shoots into my veins like bolts of electricity. It’s such a pleasurable sensation.
Overwhelming.
Catastrophic.
And so utterly right.
I train my eyes on Kaleo. “You can taste me if you want.”
His fingers pause on my leg. “Your—Your Majesty?”
I roll my eyes at him and place my ankle on his shoulder. Both their eyes land on my pussy.
“Drink from me, Kaleo. I know you want to.”
And I need him to.
It drives me fucking wild.
Ronan continues massaging my foot, and all the while, my gaze follows Kaleo. He runs a dark finger up my leg, circles my knee, and then trails down to the other side. He presses his mouth into my ankle and extends his fangs. I take another sip of my drink and keep my eyes fixed on him, heart pounding with exhilaration. I wonder what I’ll feel when he bites into me. When one’s attached to another, feeding can be just as pleasurable as fucking. Kaleo could fuck me right now with only fangs, and gods, I hope he does.
He leaves a trail of kisses on my ankle. I relax my foot and watch him hungrily. His fangs drift over the flesh where he left those kisses, and then they slice into me like a ripe pear. I arch my spine against the seat, overcome by pure ecstasy. My pussy spasms, and my insides tense as orgasm after orgasm ripples through me, curling my toes.
“Mm, I just knew you’d be fucking good,” I breathe, my pulse soaring, body clenching. “And by fuck, that was amazing.”
A thin rivulet of blood trickles down my leg. Kaleo straightens from his seat, still holding onto my leg, and runs his tongue over the trail of blood. He then reattaches his fangs to my ankle and sucks. Hard. His tongue laps at my blood, his grip firm, possessive. Pleasure builds within me. I glance at Ronan and look down at my pussy suggestively and bite my cherry red lips. He grins and sets my foot on his seat. He then drags his fingers up my leg and gives my thigh a firm squeeze. I watch him drop to his knees, roll up his navy shirt sleeves, and pry my legs apart with his fingers. He licks the seam of his lips as he takes in his view.
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