Marked for Pleasure [Blood Bond] (9 page)

“There’re no gods here. Just us.” Christian opened a clip and carefully placed it on her swollen nipple. She squealed, tugging more frantically on her binds. He applied the second as Francis attempted to hold her torso still.

“They hurt!”

“Exactly,” said Christian. “Be a brave girl for us.” He tugged off his T-shirt and unbuckled his trousers. Francis reached low and rubbed slow circles over her clit to take off the edge. “She’s delicate as a butterfly, Francis. You’ve lost your touch in choosing our bedmates.”

“She’ll learn.”

As Christian began to release himself from his boxers, he asked, “Heidi, have you ever seen a man’s penis before?” Francis hoped the answer was no, but it wouldn’t change anything. Her expectations would be high after being with vampires, much better endowed than human males and able to stay hard and endure for however long was necessary.

She swallowed hard, her cheeks heating to a pretty pink despite having her legs spread and nipples clamped. “No?”

The girl was truly ashamed of her innocence when she should be proud. Francis nodded to her other side, and she turned, Christian’s cock bobbing near her head.

“Lick the head,” said Christian. “Let me see your tongue on my dick.”

Her heart rate became deafening. All Francis could think about was taking her blood, so rich, undefiled, and sweet. His fangs began to prick his gums, testing his control. It was one thing for Heidi to accept this kinky arrangement and another to be exposed to beings she had no clue existed. Half the interracial vamp marriages were based on lies, the truth withheld from the human mates in fear of losing them. He used all his resolve to rein in his beast.

It surprised him when she complied. She opened her mouth wide and accepted several inches into her mouth when prodded. The sight was uniquely erotic. He never thought he’d be able to watch another man, blood relation or not, share a woman he coveted. However, he’d never really cared about one female more than another until Heidi. They had all been blood whores, readily spreading their legs and begging for punishment. It got old fast, but his needs had to be sated until he mated.

Francis descended between her legs, supported by one knee and an arm tucked under each thigh. Her pussy glistened, her body ripe and willing. He lapped from her anus to her clit in one firm stroke. She responded by raising her hips to meet his mouth. He didn’t hold back, not yet. Francis fucked her with his tongue, alternating between tonguing her clit and sucking her labia. She made her reaction audible by rattling her binds and whining. He held her steady by the legs and ate her, savoring her taste and the softness of her smooth pussy.

When he glanced up, not taking his mouth from her cunt, he saw her greedily sucking Christian’s erection, drool leaking from the corner of her mouth. She was lost, all pain from her nipple clips and chains apparently forgotten. This was the point he wanted her to reach, the point when things would begin to get really interesting.

Francis sat up and licked his lips. “Just as good as last time,” he said, taunting her.

Christian kicked off his pants. “Do the clamps still hurt?” He squeezed the fleshy part of her breasts, jiggling them to create some tension on the clips. Heidi gasped.

“Yes.”

“Do you want them off?”

She bit her lower lip, a guilty, childish look softening her features. “No.”

“Roll her over,” Francis said.

Christian removed the nipple clips, kissing each swollen bud before easing her to her stomach. He gave her chains more slack so her arms were straight in front of her. “Have you ever been spanked, Heidi? Did your daddy ever put you over his knee?” He kneaded both cheeks of her plump ass, his thumbs teasing dangerously close to her anus.

“No. I’ve always been a good girl. Always done what my father wanted from me. Until now.”

Francis warmed her ass, prepping her for the sting to come. “He wouldn’t approve of your actions tonight?”

“He’d disown me. He expects me to wait until I’m married before I—”

Christian rolled her hair up in a makeshift bun above her head, admiring the veins visible on her neck. “Before you what? Let two men you barely know fuck you raw?”

She remained silent.

“Don’t worry, little lamb, we won’t tell a soul.” Francis lifted his hand and brought it down hard on her ass. He repeated the action, over and over, despite her cries. She could scream, curse, or cry out all she wanted, because she still refused to use her safe word. He knew she wanted this, needed this, and he was going to give it to her.

* * * *

The spanks jiggled her ass, vibrating straight to her pussy and her already hypersensitive clit. Each hit burned a little more as her cheeks were no doubt becoming red and inflamed. Francis didn’t seem to be holding back much. His big, strong hand came down on the fleshiest part of her ass with little reprieve between each smack. Her nipples still ached from where the clips had cut off her blood supply, making her entire body alive and responsive.

When his finger dragged along the seam of her ass, she felt the tingles dance along her skin, warming her blood, stealing the last of her inhibitions.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes.” It felt bold to admit what she liked or disliked, but she wanted more. If she played games, claiming not to like Francis’s forbidden touch, he may stop altogether.

He spread her cheeks apart and blew against her puckered hole. She couldn’t believe the multitude of sensations contained in one tiny space. His finger came next, trailing lightly along the rim of her anus, making her pussy and ass join together in throbbing. She breathed hard and fast, eager, but still apprehensive. She’d already crossed so many boundaries with these men and was likely to cross many more before the night was through.

She heard the spurt of what she assumed was lube because the next moment the cool jolt of Francis’s moist finger prodded her nether hole, slipping in. It felt like nothing she’d ever felt before, a strange fullness, wrong but never so right. She wanted more, wanted to take that extra step and allow the DeVilles to teach her every naughty thing in their arsenal.

Christian’s hot breath teased her neck. He tongued the shell of her ear, sending erotic tingles down the length of her body. “Do you like my brother’s finger in your ass, Heidi?”

“Yes. It feels good.”

Francis replaced one finger with two, inserting them slow and steady. This time she felt the burn as she stretched. Her anal sphincter was unforgiving in its tightness. “Imagine when it’s not my fingers but my dick in your ass.”

She nearly trembled at the thought. Just his fingers were too much, too soon. His cock would rip her apart if he were even half the size of Christian. She’d never seen a penis. Well, not a real one. Now she’d actually had one in her mouth. It had given her a sense of completeness, of power, to be able to elicit groans of pleasure from such a powerful man as Christian.

“No more,” she cried. The unknown brought with it new fears. As much as she wanted to commit to this sexual party, she was afraid.

Francis slipped his hand under her pelvis and began to fondle her clit, his other hand still against her ass as his fingers continued their invasion. She felt the suspended weight of his upper body above her back as he knelt over her.

He whispered in her ear, “Hush now. Fear isn’t always a bad thing, little one.” Francis nipped her earlobe a little too hard, making her gasp. He shuddered against her neck, his breath hot like a brand.

“I don’t like it. I want to feel safe.”

Christian squatted down near her head, his broad shoulders heavily muscled. His expression was one of compassion. “You
are
safe. Believe it or not, but some of your own kind would sooner harm you than us.”

He kissed her cheek. She heard him inhale as if the smell of her drove him wild, but she didn’t even wear perfume. Did sex have a scent? When they’d come to her, she was in bed for the night, freshly showered with only the aroma of clean soap on her skin.

“You’re tight, Heidi,” said Francis. The burn in her ass from his fingers had subsided. She wasn’t sure if that was due to the stimulation of her clit or gradually becoming accustomed to the invasion. The discomfort had morphed into a deep-seated longing. Pain and pleasure mixed into one perfect element, one she wanted to explore further. “We’ll remedy that. I don’t want you too afraid for your first time. Humans tend to remember these milestones.”

Her mind was hazy, her body coiled tight. The brothers weren’t like any men she’d ever known. They spoke in an odd dialect and used strange expressions that made little sense to her. Even their mannerisms differed from ordinary men. She supposed it was the norm wherever they came from and were returning to as soon as she sold their house.

A stabbing awareness that she may never see them again shot through her. She was about to give everything, only to lose them. Was this only about sex to Francis and Christian? Was she just a pawn in one of their kinky games? She knew this wasn’t their first rodeo. But she held on to that lingering hope that they saw something more in her than just a quick fuck. She’d spent time with both Christian and Joseph before and hoped they’d felt some of the same emotions she felt for them.

“Have you ever seen one of these?” asked Christian, as he had with the nipple clips. She looked up to the side, wary of what she may find. He held a wine-colored toy of some sort in his hand.

“Some kind of sex toy?”

“It’s a butt plug. It’s not too invasive, but just the right size to prepare you for later.” He began to drizzle lube onto the rubber tip. She watched his movements, and a new curiosity ignited inside her. His cock was still hard, pointing upward like a virile arrow. A light dusting of dark hair covered his strong thighs and coiled sac. As she glanced higher, she was rewarded by ripple after ripple of chiseled abs. “Because we
will
be granting you your wish tonight, Heidi. We’ll both share your body.”

“At the same time?”

Christian passed the moistened toy to Francis. “That’s the only type of sharing I know about, Ms. Walsh.”

As Francis spread her cheeks and attempted to breach her ass with the butt plug, she tensed, tightening all her muscles. It was so much more intrusive than his fingers. “I’m going slow, but you have to loosen up.”

She couldn’t do it. It would hurt. She shook her head like a stubborn child, wanting it but needing him to take charge.

“Heidi, when you’re here you will obey me, or I’ll bring you home.” Francis’s tone was deep and finite.

She didn’t want to leave them. In fact, his demands aroused her further. She wanted to see how far the brothers would take things. Heidi willed her body to melt into the sticky leather beneath her and unclenched her muscles. Her breathing picked up as he penetrated her virgin hole with the phallus. He moved slowly, giving her time to adjust, which she appreciated. She wanted this but needed partners who understood her needs and fears.

“It hurts,” she muttered.

“That’s normal,” Christian assured, stroking her hair. “Once it’s in, you’ll adjust to the stretching quickly. If you want us to stop, just say the magic word. But remember, once we stop, it’s over, no starting up again.”

Francis continued to push it in, the slight burn beginning to morph into a twisted longing. She felt so full, so invaded in the most primal sense. Dirty. When the toy reached its limit, it settled in place as if made just for her. She sighed in relief, proud she’d accomplished that hurdle and ready for the next.

Big hands began to massage her ass, shifting the plug inside her. “That looks beautiful in your backside, Heidi. I want you to keep that in. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Francis.” It felt improper to call her client by his first name, rather than Mr. DeVille, but this certainly wasn’t business. She was doing things she’d only dreamed about—wicked things, things that would have her parents sending her to years of therapy for if they found out. Heidi knew what she was doing couldn’t be wrong, not when it felt so right.

Christian rolled her over again. She gasped when the butt plug moved inside her, pushing in a bit deeper once on her back. “Now how shall we handle her sweet, virgin cunt, brother?”

She looked back and forth from one man to the next, each deliciously muscled and oozing raw strength and sex appeal. They appeared to be deliberating.

Francis licked his lips in a slow, sensual drag. “She’s mine.”

Chapter Eight

Francis had seniority, being the eldest, and seemed hell-bent on taking Heidi’s virginity. Christian wasn’t going to argue even though new, unfamiliar feelings began to surface inside him. Feelings that told him to fight, to take, to possess. It was just his insufferable vampiric nature trying to overpower his logic, logic he valued. He’d successfully mastered living in both worlds, human and vampire, blending between them flawlessly. Some days his instinctive desires were more difficult to rein in, but he managed. Blood was another story. He had a love-hate relationship with his bloodlust. As much as he despised his feral needs, he also reveled in them, savoring every crimson drop he took into his body. Heidi’s would be a treat, but he doubted Francis would let him dine.