Blood Red (22 page)

Bastien gripped the demon’s through his blue silk robe. Bastien’s cock looked almost red, reflecting the firelight and the crimson silk on the walls. She gulped as Zayan jerked his hand down to Bastien’s balls. He toyed with them roughly and she’d always believed they were delicate and must be treated with care. But men must know more about pleasuring each other than she did. They obviously knew secrets she did not.

Mesmerized, she watched Zayan play with Bastien. Pressure varied, and speed, and the lengths of the strokes.

Finally, Bastien’s head dropped forward, hair spilling over his agonized face like a golden curtain. “God…God…God…” Bastien groaned. “Don’t make me come. Not yet. Not until I’ve pounded my cock into your arse until you scream for mercy.”

Into his—! And he was so crude about it.
Men—

Yes, sweet?
Yannick bent close to her neck. He pushed aside the damp weight of her hair.

What have you discovered about men?

What hadn’t she discovered about men? A great deal, she feared. How could she be falling in love with such dangerous, unfathomable creatures as vampire males? As Yannick?

As Bastien?

She licked her dry lips.
With each other they are much more…more crude than when they
are with women.

It is how they show their affection.

Affection? It hardly seemed to be affection as Zayan shoved Bastien back on the bed and pressed his fangs against Bastien’s chest. The ancient vampire gripped Bastien’s rounded balls in one large, powerful hand and squeezed them. But instead of yelling or fighting, Bastien tipped his head back. “Yes,” he moaned.

Men, then, definitely enjoyed rough contact.

But she could understand why. She couldn’t deny the thrill she felt just watching. The strange arousal and fear in her that made her feel tight and wound up and ready to burst.

Yannick licked her neck at the exact instant Zayan bent his head to Bastien’s neck. She had to bite down into her lip to strangle her cry. Suddenly she was almost living the scene on the bed and Yannick’s hot tongue mimicked the caresses that Bastien received.

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and his long, gleaming raven hair, and the fierce agony on Bastien’s face.

“Who is Zayan?” she whispered. “What is he?”

But Yannick was tugging up her damp skirt from behind. She saw her calves revealed, scandalously bare, as she hadn’t bothered with stockings.

“What is Zayan?” she repeated, but again she received no answer. Instead Yannick bent between her now-naked legs and dragged the furs over them both.

Tell me what you see
, he directed.

Describe it for him?
But—

Her protest stopped abruptly as Yannick buried his face between her thighs. She parted her thighs but he drew them back in and shifted so her legs lay over his back. The back of her bare legs rested on his strong shoulders and her feet, in half-boots, were on either side of his slim waist. His chin rasped against her sticky inner thighs. His hands gripped her bottom.

At the first flick of his tongue, she feared she’d cry out.
You mustn’t. Won’t a scream give
us away?

No, sweeting. You are free to scream. But if you want to stay quiet, I know you are a
woman of admirable willpower.

Flattering, but Althea was beginning to understand his technique. He professed his respect for her stellar qualities to seduce her into giving him exactly what he wanted.

His fingers opened her nether lips wide and she moaned, as quietly as she could, at the gentle tug.

While I what, angel?

The wretch. He wouldn’t rest until he made her say scandalous things.

While you suck my quim.
Even though she only said the words in her head, she blushed.

And why do you wish to hear what is happening on the bed? Do you wish to be there?

Another cock is interesting, but I much prefer your wet, delicious pussy. I do crave hearing
what you are watching, in your own enticing words. You do know, sweeting, that you have the
power to make me come with just your words.

Althea gazed down at his wide, muscled back, at his powerful arms bent around her thighs.

He was playfully nibbling her nether lips. Teasing and toying with her and determined not to drive her to ecstasy, she realized, until she played his game.

You have incredible power over me, Althea
, he promised.

She drank in the scent of the candles and looked toward the bed where two male bodies tangled in an erotic dance that stole her very breath.

Tonight, she wanted explore her power.

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“Zayan,” she whispered, “is ripping off his robe.”

It took Zayan only a moment to do so and he tore the beautiful silk in his haste. The ancient vampire lifted from Bastien’s chest to discard the robe, and Althea gazed at the whole of the demon she’d come to destroy. Lying on the bed, he had appeared impossibly long. He must be far above six feet in height. Closer to seven feet. In the Carpathians, she had seen such giants.

And like those magnificent men, Zayan possessed the build of a bull. Big shoulders that flexed as he bent down to Bastien’s—

“Oh!”

A cry of surprise?
Yannick asked, buried between her thighs.
For what, sweet?

He’s kissed—kissing the tip of Bastien’s—
She struggled to say the words—
Bastien’s cock.

His mouth is open, his fangs on either side of the shaft. He…he’s running his tongue around it.

Just as I—

As you did to me?

He’s put it into his mouth!

Is Bastien enjoying it?

He’s taken hold of Zayan’s hair—I think he means to pull Zayan away.

Yannick chuckled. A sudden surge of wetness filled her quim. Yannick’s tongue, sliding in and out. She watched…watched the suckling of Bastien’s cock while Yannick thrust…

She was hopelessly sinful.

She might as well toss away that controlling collar. She was hardly an innocent anymore.

And what Zayan did shocked her.
He’s taken Bastien’s cock all the way into his mouth. How
could he do that? Wouldn’t the cock have to go down his throat? Wouldn’t he choke?

It’s tricky, sweet, but it can be done.

Breathless Althea watched Bastien’s hands caress Zayan’s head. Zayan lavished such loving delight to Bastien’s cock, she was astonished. Zayan licked it all over, swirling his tongue about the head and stroking the shaft. Bastien’s cock seemed to swell bigger and bigger.

His hips began to rock upward. Suddenly—so quickly she gasped—Zayan plunged his mouth down, swallowing the member whole and began to bob up and down. His cheeks sucked in as he drew back, revealing the broad, veined shaft inch by inch. Then he plunged down again.

Bastien panted and gripped the vampire’s head. Zayan sucked harder, faster, and he seemed to be moaning around Bastien’s cock.

What’s happening, angel?

I think—I think Bastien is going to reach his release.
She shut her eyes and turned away.

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This is wrong. It’s private. I can’t watch. I want to, I’m ashamed to admit I truly do, but I
shouldn’t.

Yannick’s tongue reached deep within her, as deep as she believed it could go, then slid back, teasing the walls of her passage. The pleasure weakened her.
Bastien has always
performed for an audience.

But this is intimate.
The room reeked of sensual lust—the candles’ aroma only seemed to heighten the smell of male sweat, male juices. This was more than mere sex, she sensed. The slaps and rough grabs between the men spoke of anger and violence—no, of power.

She couldn’t quite understand why Bastien would allow Zayan to even touch him unless it was the price of his life. But Bastien had not seemed unwilling. And Zayan appeared determined to give his former lover pleasure.

Yannick’s tongue slid upward and curled around her clit. “Ooh!”

“I’m coming!” Bastien cried out and, heaven help her, she looked.

To see Zayan’s long throat moving as he swallowed. Bastien’s head was arched forward, his shoulders lifted off the bed. Climaxing still. Her quim snapped tight around Yannick’s lazily thrusting tongue as she watched Bastien come. His muscles thrashed with his orgasm, his legs jerked and his hips surged up, hard against Zayan’s mouth.

Her hips moved to, rocking wildly against Yannick’s mouth. He gripped her thighs to control her.

Bastien was yelling. Cursing even as wave after wave of pleasure swept over him. His lush, firm lips were parted. Half-hidden by his lids, shrouded by thick amber lashes, his eyes glowed like embers.

And Yannick was suckling her clit. Suckling harder and harder. Shifting to change his angle, to rasp her—

Ooh—

She was panting—or Bastien was—she couldn’t be sure. Hoarse, ragged pants. Hers, scratchy and ragged in her throat.

Yes, yes.

La petite mort
. How she understood now. She must have looked like Bastien the very first time she’d come for Yannick. Only last night! And Yannick’s eyes had burned like silver stars, like comets, watching her. She’d loved watching Yannick tumble into the maelstrom, and she loved watching Bastien come too. He climaxed just like Yannick, with a grimace of agony as shudders racked him. She loved how vulnerable he appeared as he bucked with his climax.

Loved watching him explode.

Yannick’s finger invaded, plunging deep into her quim. One finger for several wonderful thrusts. She arched with each one, reveling in the wet sound as he withdrew it. She wanted to make Yannick come too. Come for her…

Sweet Althea.

“Do you…do you want to know…” She struggled to speak, to find words to describe Bastien finding his pleasure….

Two long fingers slid inside her, stretching her wide. She gasped at pressure against the entrance to her bottom. His finger, delving in enough to make her muscles clench. He circled her anus until she moaned incoherently, half-mad, “Yes, yes. Oh please. Yes, in there.”

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She shut her eyes tight as his wet finger slid into her bottom.

She opened her eyes wide as he penetrated her rear with one more finger, as he worked until he had all his fingers in her drenched pussy.

On the bed, Bastien slumped back, eyes shut, as though he was utterly spent and exhausted.

She choked on a moan. Was it over? Zayan climbed back over Bastien’s slack body. Would he bite now that Bastien was sated and weakened?

Instead the ancient vampire claimed a kiss from Bastien. Zayan’s cock protruded, as large as a stallion’s and rigid, as he showered Bastien’s body with kisses and love-nips and licks from his long, pointed tongue. The affection and the love she saw on Zayan’s handsome face stole her breath.

Zayan urged Bastien over onto his stomach and Bastien obeyed, stretched naked the length of the bed.

Yannick thrust faster and her eyelids flickered down over her eyes as the pleasure built. She glimpsed the long line of Bastien’s pale shoulders. Let her gaze trace the beautiful curve of his back to the taut round muscles of his derrière.

Zayan’s large hand settled on the bunched muscles of his rear.

What was he doing?

But she realized as Zayan pressed his erection between Bastien’s solid cheeks. The head disappeared between.

He’s going inside his rear!

She watched, stunned, as Zayan thrust his hips forward. The long length sank in. Withdrew and sank in again.

Braced over Bastien’s broad, muscular back, Zayan pumped himself inside.

Yannick’s fingers slid in and out of her quim and her bottom.

Zayan’s long muscles bunched as he pumped harder and harder. As he pumped deeper, until he invaded Bastien to the hilt, until his groin slapped Bastien’s tight cheeks. And Bastien lifted his ass to meet each hard, deep thrust. Sweat gleamed on Bastien’s back, reflecting the firelight, and he appeared to be forged of gold. Zayan’s hair flailed wildly, and sweat drenched his broad back.

Both men moaned, their deep, gravelly voices blending. Zayan bent forward and Bastien, willingly, arched back. Fangs grazed Bastien’s neck. Toes linked. Hands gripped, fingers entwined.

Being a voyeur to this scene, charged with desire but also with love, was unbearably erotic.

Althea gripped Yannick’s head through his hair, urging to meet the rhythm of Zayan’s thrusts. Urging him to go faster. His fingers pounded her. His tongue lashed her. Lashed like the flick of a whip—

She shattered.

Lights exploded before her eyes—bolts of blue and red and white.

Zayan’s howl echoed in the room.

Surrounded by fur, by the rich aroma of Althea’s pleasure and the cloying candles, Yannick fell back and dragged Althea on top of him. Fire and need shot through him as her wet lips puckered sweetly and touched his. Her heart pounded against his.

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Blast this wet, appalling dress! He’d love to tear it off her and drape her naked curves in these sumptuous furs.

If he were going to live beyond the next full moon, he would burn every one of Althea’s drab dresses and purchase her dozens of beautiful gowns.

But did Bastien intend to destroy Zayan—the demon he was fucking?

Althea wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her womanly warmth against him to kiss him deeply. Yannick cursed inwardly. He must link quickly with Bastien.