Cael knelt on the tiles, Elior’s hands in his golden hair as the vampire rocked his hips, his eyes at half-mast and flashing red with his Other, and his jaw slack. The water ran over them both, plastering Elior’s dark hair to his skin and tracing a path between the ridges of his stomach muscles, darkening Cael’s golden locks, and catching off the disjointed point of his jaw as he sucked the other man in deep, his throat distended and his adam’s apple working as he swallowed.
“Oh, f-k,” Elior cast his head back, the line of him perfection as his head bowed back and his hips thrust forth.
Ashlynn undressed, throwing her clothing into the corner, her pulse already racing and a steady throb building between her legs as she watched the vampire and devil f-k. She slid into the shower cubicle, a small space very full of skin and muscle, and pressed herself against Elior’s back, stroking her hands up his stomach to his chest, pressing his hips with hers as her hands tangled with his in Cael’s hair, pulling the devil closer, feeling the kneeling man gag.
Elior’s groan was filthy, and his chin rolled forth to sit on his chest, watching the devil, their joined hands in his hair, s-ck him off through slitted eyes. Cael gripped Elior’s hips, his fingers digging into the other man’s flesh, deliberately tugging the man to point that he hit his gag reflex and swallowed against it, causing Elior’s knees to give.
“Ah…” The vampire gasped it out.
“I am sorry,” she whispered knowing that he would hear it over the sound of the water against tile and his own pleasure. He lifted a hand from Cael’s head and caught one of her hands with it, holding it over his slow beating heart, and they rocked together, driving him into Cael’s receptive mouth. The devil groaned, one hand closing over his own hard on, stroking himself to pleasure as he brought it to the vampire.
She pressed her lips to the back of Elior’s shoulder, tasting the water that ran over him, watching both men with voyeuristic enjoyment. “So pretty,” she murmured into Elior’s ear. “Watching Cael’s cheeks hollow as he sucks on you. He is stroking himself. I think he is very close to coming.”
“Oh, f-k,” the vampire moaned, pushed over the edge by her murmur, and she felt his hips buck as he came, and watched as Cael swallowed what he had to give.
“Beautiful, just so beautiful,” Ashlynn held the vampire tightly against her, pressing kisses to his shoulder, until the last spasms passed, and Cael rose to standing and met her eyes with a shrug.
“Our vampire needed some tending,” the devil told her as if he hadn’t just grunted out his own orgasm against the tiles at their feet. He stepped into the main flow of water and began to wash and Ashlynn grinned as she watched him. He is my vampire too, he had told her when they had sought the gargoyles. They were a triad in every sense of the word, she thought, and it gave her great satisfaction to know that the men enjoyed each other as well.
Elior’s head hung from his neck, his chin resting against his chest. He had not released her hand and beneath it, his heartbeat hard for a vampire. For all his controlled and factual confession, it had not been easy for him to do, she thought fondly. He had risked a lot by being, finally, honest with her, and he had been brave enough to admit it and then step away and leave her to think it through.
“I love you,” she told him. He turned and wrapped his arms around her, pressing his face into her hair. She stroked her hands up his back. She felt a shudder pass through him and thought that if Elior were a man given to tears, he would have wept.
“We love you,” she kissed his skin, seeking to offer comfort and reassurance. He was so big and strong, so clever and cunning, and yet, beneath it, he was just a man, she thought, and one who had carried a heavy burden for far too long alone. “We are here with you, our vampire, and for the rest of our lives we will love and support you.”
“Hurry up and wash,” Cael said, having rinsed off. He slid around them and stepped out to dry himself. “So, we can all f-k.”
“That sounds like an excellent plan,” Elior murmured and released her to step into the water.
She followed him and took the shampoo. He bent his head so that she could wash his hair, his grey eyes heavy but thoughtful, watching her as she worked the shampoo into his scalp.
Whilst he rinsed, she enjoyed herself soaping his body, luxuriating in the texture of his skin, the curve of muscle and the hollows between. He was hard again by the time she released him into the water, his body arching into hers as he sought her touch with unashamed greed and hunger. She closed her hands over him, stroking to his tip and causing him to inhale sharply.
“My turn?” He asked her and returned her caresses in kind until her heart was racing and her breath heavy. He turned off the water and stepped out, passing her a towel before using his to dry himself. She nudged him as she dried her hair, turning the process into a game, a tease, a slide of skin against skin intermixed with giggles and mischief.
“So, how do you join a threesome properly?” She remembered something he had once said and saw his eyes light with recognition as a brilliant, slow smile curved his lips.
“I am asking for a friend, you understand,” she backed towards the bathroom door, deliberately triggering his predator response, making him chase her, spiking his heartbeat and his thirst.
He dropped the towel and stalked her with sinuous grace, the lethal hunter, his pupils dilating.
She threw her towel at him as she reached the door and shrieked her laughter as she dove for the bed, a moment before the vampire caught her by the hips and bent her over the mattress so that she was braced on her arms as he drove himself into her, his body curving over hers and his lips against her neck.
“A good start,” Cael lay on his back amongst the pillows, blatantly naked and hard, watching with his arms behind his head and a grin on his lips. “Though you did not quite make it to the bed.”
“I think our wolf is hungry, Cael,” Elior’s voice was dark as he set a brutal pace against her. “I don’t suppose you have anything you can feed her?”
The devil grinned and crawled across the bed to slide under her so that her arms braced to either side of his hips, placing his c-k at the perfect position. “I am sure I can find something to keep her quiet,” he purred. “Seeing as she is constantly telling me to do so. Open up, Ashlynn.”
Ashlynn dragged her tongue across him, causing him to groan, and his stomach muscles stood out against his skin as he used his core to lower himself back to lying. She took him into her mouth, the thrusts of the vampire against her driving Cael to the back of her throat, causing her to gag. The devil adjusted his position and began to stroke himself, lifting from his hips, into her mouth with a groan.
Elior bent over her, wrapping his arm around her stomach, and pressing his lips against the curve of her neck. She felt him break her skin with his teeth, the suction through her veins as he drank deeply, and the caress of his tongue as he sealed the wounds before leaning back, gripping her hips with both hands, and thrusting into her with force and speed.
“Shit,” Cael laughed as Ashlynn almost choked on him as she came. “I think our vampire is challenging me,” he said to her, and began to work himself into her mouth in counter-rhythm to Elior’s thrusts, his body glossing with sweat, the beads forming in the furrows of his stomach muscles, and darkening the gold of his hair.
“I don’t have our vampire’s speed or stamina,” the devil complained on a gasp, and groaned as he came, causing her to gulp in reflex, his spray hitting the back of her throat. “Oh, yes,” his eyelids fell heavily over his eyes. “Swallow me, Ashlynn.”
Ashlynn released Cael and sank face down onto the bed as Elior’s thrusts increased in force and his mouth returned to her neck, biting down with less finesse, and drinking deeper. Her head swum as he lowered over her and she felt the jerk of him within her as he came, but he did not stop drinking, nor did he lift from her, sinking her forward onto the mattress, his weight heavy over her back, and his skin warming as he drank more of her blood.
“Elior,” she protested weakly reaching back to pat his buttock. “You are killing me.”
“I think that is his intention,” Cael’s lips grazed her cheek as he bent over her, watching the vampire feast speculatively, but making no move to stop him. “I believe that is the normal way a vampire turns someone by bringing them to the point of death, and then feeding them his blood.”
Elior sealed the wounds and rolled from her. “I have to be careful,” he groaned as he turned onto his back at her side. “The intoxicating effects of her blood on me… I don’t want to misjudge the right moment.”
“Should you take some for your children? Some of my blood. Get Nate in with his needles, and bag some?” She wanted to move, but couldn’t be bothered, her eyes heavy and her body lax, her cheek against the covers. She felt the mattress shift as Cael positioned himself against the pillows. “In case turning me does something to my blood and it is no good to you anymore.”
“Thank you for the offer,” Elior kissed her. “It didn’t affect your mother’s. Changed the flavor a little,” Elior pulled himself to standing and picked her up, placing her onto the pillows next to Cael. “But not the effects. So hopefully the same holds true for you.”
“Hello,” Cael grinned down at her as he leaned over for a kiss.
Elior positioned himself over her again and she lifted her fingers, threading them into Cael’s damp curls as the vampire began to thrust between her legs, causing her to moan into Cael’s mouth as her pleasure mounted. Cael slid down on the pillows until their heads rested against each other and they watched the vampire lost in lust, the erotic slide of his flesh into hers, the sway of his hair over his shoulder as he pushed into her.
The devil took Ashlynn’s hand and closed it over him, using her to stroke his hard on. “I like our vampire when his mind has been warped by your blood,” Cael murmured, lifting his hips, and tightening his hand around hers in order to tighten her grip. “He forgets that he is responsible for an entire species of slaves and focuses entirely on his own pleasure with single minded purpose. It is f-king sexy as all hell to watch him slake himself on you.”
Ashlynn smiled, lifting her eyes to meet the devil’s. “Aren’t you a romantic under all the attitude,” she commented as Elior nuzzled under her chin and sank his teeth into her neck again. She was sure that she could feel the blood empty from her extremities under the tug of his mouth, and the orgasm that crashed over her took her by surprise, distracted as she was by other sensations.
Cael nudged the still feeding vampire to the side and Elior released her and rolled onto his back, making room for the devil to stroke into Ashlynn with a groan. There was no jealousy or competition between them, just an exchange of position as each sought his pleasure and gave it to her.
“I think I am going to pass out,” Ashlynn whispered her eyes heavy after her orgasm, as if it had sucked the last of her energy from her, leaving her lax and dreamy. She watched Cael over her as if from a dream, her body’s responses seeming to belong to someone else. “And miss all the fun.”
“I am sorry, my mate,” Elior lifted her wrist to his mouth and pressed a kiss against it. “This is far from done and you will feel weaker and more tired as it progresses. Whereas I,” he murmured into her ear, his tone dark and dirty. “I will want to f-k you without end.”
For a while she slept, waking to grunts, and blearily focused sufficiently enough to determine that Elior was reciprocating for Cael’s earlier blow-job. Reciprocating well, she noted without surprise. The devil’s head was thrown back, his teeth clenched, his skin dewed with sweat and his back arched, as he came. It was, she thought with a smile, quite the most beautiful thing she had seen, one man pleasuring the other.
Cael met her eyes. “He is insatiable,” he told her.
Ashlynn next woke with Cael leaning over her, holding a glass of water and stroking her cheek. “There you are,” the devil smiled. “Hello, my pretty wolf. Here is the water that you were asking for.”
“I was?” Her voice was hoarse. She was so thirsty that she could smell the water but did not have the strength to lift her hands. As if knowing, Cael wet his fingertips and placed them in her mouth so that she could suck the water from them and she did so without shame, greedily. “More.”
“Our vampire is getting very sloppy with your blood,” Cael told her with a smile as he complied with her request. “He just fell off the bed. I am leaving him there for the moment, as I think you both need a break. All he has done is drink and f-k since we showered.” He continued. “I have done him a few times myself, as it seemed unfair to let him disturb you when you were sleeping so sweetly, but the man is a beast with his desires when he is intoxicated, and the things he wants to do to us,” he grinned wickedly. “Well, he is certainly inventive with his mutters when he is seeking his pleasure. I am tempted to see how many of them he can fulfil, because he has some very,” his eyes lit, “interesting suggestions on how the three of us should f-k, together or alone.”
“Is that how he has made all his children?” She was on the edge of sleep, but Cael dripped some more water into her mouth, stroking his wet fingers over her parched lips. “Drinking and f-king?” She was vaguely uncomfortable with the idea of Elior f-king Rebecca and Jacinta, as they seemed so in love with each other.
“I think there is normally less f-king,” Cael replied. “From the comments he has made in his more lucid and less inventive moments.”
She felt the mattress shift as Elior dragged himself back onto the bed. He leaned over her, his pupils blown to the extent that the grey was a shadow around their rim, like eclipsed moons. He looked at her for a long moment, his fingers on the pulse in her wrist.
“I think it is time,” he decided solemnly, his words slurring together.
“You think?” Cael’s brows drew together as he evaluated the vampire’s ability to assess that accurately. “Are you absolutely sure? You are, my friend, very f-ked up at the moment. It is very amusing, but also slightly worrying considering we don’t want you to make a mistake with Ashlynn’s life on the line.”
“Yes, it is time.” Elior put his wrist to his mouth and used his teeth to tear into the vein, holding his finger to stem the flow of blood as he carefully moved it to Ashlynn’s mouth. “Definitely, time. I have done this before, a few times, trust me. If she were my first, I would be more worried.”
The sudden rush of blood made her gag, the thick saltiness of it biting the back of her throat as her parched tongue failed to work and sought to push the unwanted, invasive liquid from her mouth. The vampire clasped her lips and jaw so that she could not spit it out and she swallowed reflexively, rather than drown.
“Drink, Ashlynn,” Elior encouraged, lowering onto the pillow next to her so that they lay side by side once her initial rejection settled into a suck, her hands coming up to clasp his forearm to her mouth, her fingers winding around his wrist and digging into her skin as she grew greedy.
Cael helped to hold the vampire’s wrist to her mouth as Elior drifted into an intoxicated fugue. “He does that occasionally, too,” the devil observed. “I wonder what dastardly schemes he is dreaming up when he falls silent and still like that.”
She would have liked to reply, but her mouth was full of blood.
Once she adjusted to the thickness of it over her tongue, the salt subsided into a metallic back-taste. She felt the blood hit the pit of her stomach, and her guts twist around it, not sure what to do with it, until she felt as if she had drunk too much soup, her stomach distended with the liquid, and heavy with it.
She groaned, and Elior stirred, reclaiming his wrist, and licking the wounds closed.
“That is enough for now,” he said dreamily. “Too much, and she will reject it, and vomit it out. It is not much difference between making blood slaves and a child. The blood slave is just a longer drawn-out process involving a lot less vampire blood. I imagine the first blood slave was someone’s mistake at trying to create a child.”
“I am going to be your mate and child,” Ashlynn’s eyes wanted to close again, but she couldn’t resist pointing it out to him. “That is like… So wrong. So wrong. Sort of sexy, but also wrong. How many times have you done this?” She wondered.
“Five times,” he replied. “Jacinta was my first. There were two between her and Rebecca. They were lost, long ago. It happens occasionally. Wars, accidents, enemies. Vampires are not indestructible.” He sounded sad.
“I am sorry.”
“It was long ago,” his smile was wistful. “I have my three children remaining to me, and now I will have my two mates.”
“That you will,” she assured him. She yawned, her body wanting to drag her back into sleep. She fought against it, enjoying Elior in his intoxicated and relaxed mood, and wanting to keep talking with him. “Why did you turn Jacinta?”
“Oh,” the vampire turned his head to look at her. “You are finally going to ask. That is normally the first thing that a non-vampire asks a vampire. Why those people, and why not these others? I have offered to tell you before.”
“In the shower,” she nodded weakly. Although Elior had healed the wounds in her neck each time he drank, her body knew that it had been torn into there many times, and there was a raw sort of ache and stiffness in protest. “I remember.”
Her stomach had settled enough that she did not think she would vomit.
“Jacinta was a childhood friend,” Elior said quietly. “The daughter of a retainer of the family. It was a different time then, and girls were married young. Their lives were a series of increasingly difficult deliveries, until they died in childbirth. Jacinta’s fourth baby was pulled from her body dead, and the damage to her was great. She was dying of infection, when her father brought her to our family, pleading for us to save her.
“Neither of my parents wanted to be responsible for another child – it is a lifelong commitment, and we have such long lives. There is a connection,” he put his wrist back to his mouth and tore it open again, before putting it back to Ashlynn’s lips almost absently, his mind on the past. “Between vampire and made-child that never ends.
“I was thought too young for such responsibility, but because I volunteered, and because of the loyalty of Jacinta’s family, my father gave his permission. I expect he thought that Jacinta would die, anyway. The process is draining for both vampire and child, and she was already so weak.”
Ashlynn reached up and wrapped her fingers around his wrist to hold it in place.
“Were you lovers?” Cael asked, enthralled with the story.
“No, never,” Elior smiled. “You are getting stronger,” he observed as he had to fight Ashlynn’s grip on his wrist in order to reclaim it and seal the wounds. “That is quick. Perhaps the results of the magic of your blood.”
“You turned Rebecca for Jacinta,” Ashlynn turned slightly to face him and felt Cael slide closer to her back. The devil put his arm around her waist, his hand stroking lower, firing her body up despite its heavy grogginess from the blood loss and the slushiness of her stomach from drinking from Elior.
The vampire stroked her hair back from her face. His pupils were still over-large. “Yes, I did. You cannot deny such love.”
“And Nate?” She moaned a little as Cael found the right spot to stroke her.
“Ah, Nate,” Elior considered his answer. “He came seeking me. He wanted to be a vampire. He had been a soldier, and I think he had seen too many of his friends die.
“He had hung around in enough dark places and taken enough drugs to have pierced the veil of the glamour at least once, enough that he knew that vampires were real, and was determined to find one thinking it a solution to his woes.
“A theory I can’t dispute, as it seemed to help him.”
“So, why him?” Cael wondered as he rocked into Ashlynn causing her to exclaim, and Elior leaned down to taste her lips, his kiss lingering, as his mates writhed against him, seeking their pleasure. Ashlynn’s hands closed over the vampire, stroking him into joining her and Cael in their sex.
“Jacinta and Rebecca wander off occasionally, together, or on their own separate journeys. I was alone at the time Nate came to me and had been for fifty years. I was lonely.” His honesty, Ashlynn thought, was as a result of his intoxication and his distraction under her hands as he groaned and gripped her hands to him, his seed spilling over her hip, the temperature cool and rapidly growing cooler. Ashlynn cried out, gripping the vampire tightly to her as she came, the devil biting her shoulder as his orgasm struck her hotly inside and all three sank into lax-limbed lethargy. Elior chuckled sleepily, his eyelids heavy after his release. “It was really that simple. I was lonely.”
“You have us now,” Ashlynn told him. “Go to sleep my big, tired vampire.”
“Not for long,” Elior fought against it. “I need to continue to feed you.”
“I will keep watch,” Cael assured him. “And wake you in an hour.”