DreamKeeper (2 page)

“Sounds fair considering the circumstances.” Angel smiled in agreement. She didn’t blame the men for their two conditions. It would be sheer hell for them living on a remote island with gorgeous women and not able to make love. Moreover, why would any hot-blooded female want to live with these handsome men without bedding them?

She concluded that the stipulation seemed fair for everyone who chose to cohabitate on Dunalino. Her excitement mounted over reigning at Savaant’s side.

“Where are you from?” asked Sage.

“Back east.”

“Were you married?” Ciara finally broke into the conversation. She had been quietly observing Angel with scrutinizing eyes.

“Yes, I was married to an extremely wealthy, powerful man.”

Ciara inched closer. “Like some old tycoon? You strike me as a kept woman.”

She raised her brows, surprised by the comment. Savaant gave her hand a loving caress.

“Something like that,” she replied. “He didn’t permit me to have any independence.”

“Oh, I’ve heard of men like him,” she said, nodding her head while stabbing at the fruit in her glass with a plastic pick. “Rich old men who keep their wives locked up like some kind of trophy.”

She shifted uncomfortably. The probing questions touched too close to home.

“So…” Ciara continued. “How’d you get away?”

She glanced at Savaant. He gave her a wink, sending shivers over her skin.
Tell her the truth.

“He killed himself.” She met Ciara’s shocked expression without flinching. “And please…don’t say you’re sorry, because I’m not.”

“Whoa, Angel baby.” Blade laughed outright. “There is more to you than meets the eye.”

“Stop drooling.” Sage shot him a fiery look. “She’s taken.”

Blade sat back with a cocky grin. Sage offered Angel a gracious smile, setting her at ease over the intense conversation. The others didn’t appear overly concerned with her past, for which she was relieved.

With the initial getting-acquainted formality over, the band settled into jovial conversation, mostly about concerts, record deals and parties on the island. As the conversation waned Savaant slid a movie into a DVD player and they sat back to enjoy visual entertainment for the remainder of the flight.

She cast a discreet glance around the group upon hearing familiar sounds. Their actions shouldn’t have shocked her from what she’d read about rock bands and their companions. Still, she felt a bit awkward sitting close to couples who were openly making love to one another. They showed no inhibitions and changed partners with astounding ease. She tried not to stare but couldn’t stop herself from secretly looking on.

Blaze had a more impressive male package than his pants had revealed. He thrust his huge cock into Sage from behind, then switched to Ciara who had practically pushed Sage out of the way. She moaned and talked dirty to him until crying out in obvious release.

Sage moved on and began fondling Kacie until the dark beauty succumbed to her advance and lay back with legs spread wide. Angel tilted her head curiously while watching Sage’s head bob between the dark-skinned woman’s thighs. She lapped aggressively at her sex while pinning Kacie’s thighs open with her hands.

When Blade had finished with Ciara, he knelt over Kacie’s face and pumped his engorged cock into her mouth. Sage buried her mouth deeper until Kacie whimpered and squirmed and her body shuddered. Still, Sage didn’t ease up. She appeared fully aroused by the act and began fingering herself while giving what looked like awesome oral sex. Angel couldn’t deny feeling aroused herself and wondered if this was the kind of fun Sage meant by her earlier comment.

“Yeah, baby,” growled Blade. “Take all that cock while Sage eats your ripe pussy.” He held her head steady and groaned, then lurched forward. “Fuck…suck me, babe.”

She gripped his thighs and eagerly took his full length down her throat as he spilled his release. He pulled out once to spurt a stream of semen over her face, then slid back into her mouth making her moan with open lust. Arching her back, she thrust her sex against Sage’s pretty lips.

Meanwhile Ciara was enjoying double penetration from Reece and Miles, both vaginal and anal. She stood crushed between them as they fucked her hard. Her cries became rather intense and Angel had to look away for a moment. She’d never seen anything like this. Peeking back toward the scene, she watched the brazen redhead take them both with surprising ease. Her delicate frame trembled and glistened with sweat.

Her two lovers grunted with each thrust as their hands caressed her body and supported her weight. At last it seemed they had come when their bodies jerked and they muttered words she couldn’t quite hear. Ciara slid to her knees to suck their still pulsing cocks, one at a time until their release subsided. Wiping her face, she gave them a nod and they shifted onto their backs with their heads close together.

They grinned with sheer pleasure as she knelt over both their faces, spreading her shapely thighs wide. Angel couldn’t see everything because Ciara had her back toward her. But she did catch a glimpse of their tongues licking her pussy when she periodically lifted her hips. Both men lapped ravenously.

“Oh yesss…” Ciara sighed, then began thrusting against their faces until her head dropped back and her body shook. “That’s it boys, make me come harder…yes, yes, yes!”

Angel felt her cheeks grow hot with blush. She and Savaant were the only two not engaging in sexual intercourse. She looked up at him sprawled on the love sack seemingly unfazed by the group sex taking place a few feet away.

“Am I holding you back?” she whispered.

He shook his head. “Like Sage said, I used to play. I prefer to have my woman in private now. No need to give Blade a look at my most precious find.”

With a contented sigh, she snuggled in beside him and turned her attention toward the movie.

Hours later Blade stood up, set his drink at the bar, then buckled into his seat. “We’ll be landing soon.”

Everyone followed his lead and buckled themselves in.

“That was a bloody good flight,” he boasted as the plane touched down. “Too bad you didn’t join in, Angel.”

“Sorry but it’s just not my style.” She didn’t care what he thought and wasn’t sure what she thought of him at this point.

The six of them had carried on during the entire flight. She’d snuck a couple more glances and noticed that Blade seemed to dominate. He’d fucked all three women and given them each what looked like intense oral sex.

“When is the big night?” Blade asked out of the blue as they were exiting the plane.

“When she’s ready,” Savaant said glancing back, looking very nonchalant.

“No need to rush.” Blade placed a hand on her shoulder. “Let her enjoy the island and its perks before sealing her to a life of monogamy.”

Savaant pushed Blade’s hand away, then wrapped his arm around her. “I’ll decide when my woman is ready.”

Blade gave her a once over. “What’s with the clothes? I thought you auctioned those old rags off for charity.”

* * * *

Savaant hedged the question, indicating that he was honing in. Blade had been lurking for information on how to find her—keeping a watchful eye in hope of sneaking under his radar once the elusive woman came along

“Time to unpack, we’re home.” Savaant refused to let him find inroads.

The two men briefly stared each other down. He tried to steal Savaant’s thoughts but had no luck. Savaant smirked before walking away with Angel on his arm.

He was on high alert and Blade realized he’d have a tough time getting close enough to Angel for a stolen taste of her blood—and maybe something else if circumstance fell to his favor. He was no fool, though, and recognized Savaant’s deliberate intent to draw attention away from the clothes.

Blade knew that whatever he’d used to find her would serve to protect their bond until the consummation celebration.

Obviously Angel already possessed a high level of energy by the way Sage had been drawn to her. His number one girlfriend rarely warmed up to other women with such ease. She cracked the whip on Dunalino as the most dominant woman there.

Sage’s open invitation for her to join them had taken him by surprise. Angel already exhibited the incredible sensuality rumored to exist in the
chosen one
—a sexual force so commanding that she would literally become filled with the fire of potency when giving her bite, allowing her to reign with the most influential man on Dunalino.

Women would fawn over her, and men would drool just to touch her.

Blade desperately wanted to be the man who stole Savaant’s power—and his
Senhora Do Sangue
—or Lady of the Blood as more commonly known by islanders. Having been the front man of their famous rock band for thirty-some years, he’d never been able to accept Savaant’s alpha male status as dictated by Nahtosha.

Strange as it was and knowing that Savaant’s fate had been worse than his own, his obsession to maintain favor with the ladies overrode reason. His body throbbed with the need to be the man who would own the woman strong enough to become the
First Lady of the Blood
.

His ego simply refused to allow another man best him in anything. Blade pondered how to sneak Angel away long enough to bite her and take what he wanted more than anything—ultimate power. He fully believed that if he could get to her, she would be compelled by the power of her blood to accept the strongest male.

Surely Nahtosha’s prodigy will accept nothing less than absolute supremacy. He must’ve used the clothes somehow. Why else would she be wearing them?

Blade knew he’d seen them up for auction yet had a hard time believing that Savaant would use something this obvious. Still, Angel seemed strangely at ease in a pair of men’s white jeans and a frayed vest.

Once she took Savaant’s blood into her soul during the sacred ceremony, their force would be sealed for all time. No man would be able to take it. All the sensuality harnessed in her soul would belong to Savaant alone. And likewise, by agreeing to bite him, she was willingly joining herself to him—heart, soul and blood for eternity.

Blade inwardly cringed as he finished hauling the last of his belongings from the cargo hold.
No! No way is Savaant going to outdo me.

Chapter Two

Angel immediately sensed eyes upon her as she strolled with the band from the runway onto the main grounds. Subconsciously her fingers twisted the ends of a long tendril in nervous anticipation while she did a visual scan of her new surroundings.

Clear blue water stretched for miles beyond a white sandy beach. Morning sunlight from a vivid blue sky cast a luminous sparkle on the cresting waves as they tumbled ashore. They had been on the plane all night. Her first close encounter with those she hoped would be her new friends had been at the least, enlightening.

Lush green tropical foliage grew abundantly as far as she could see. Some trees bore colorful fruit, others beautiful flowers. The clean scent of salt air and flowers wafted over her. She drew a deep breath to still her nervous tension. Extravagant villas had been built in a spacious row about a hundred feet inland all the way down the shoreline.
Dunalino is absolutely beautiful!

Savaant removed his boots. “C’mon, my love. Let me show you around before going to the villa. I’ve missed the island sand and smell of the ocean.”

“You must’ve been very good with finances to afford all this,” she said, following his lead and kicking off her shoes.

He led her from the airstrip toward the lovely houses. “I am more conservative than most of my friends. I’ve never been one to fritter my wealth away on meaningless ventures. I must say this is the happiest day I’ve had so far since buying Dunalino.”

“Why is that?”

He gave her an incredulous look. “Do you even have to ask? I finally have you here. Tonight we’ll enjoy a private party to unwind so you can get better acquainted with the others. They get a bit crazy on the plane. When your strength has peaked, I will invite you to bite me and seal our love for all time.”

Angel felt somewhat uneasy over a party so soon. “Will I be expected to join in the group sex?”

“Never, my sweet.” He laughed lightly. “Nobody is pushed to do anything they don’t want with the two exceptions Kacie mentioned of course. And even at that it’s still a choice. We are so far away from civilization that there are no laws here. We’ve only one major rule on my island—no violence. Anyone caught hurting or threatening another is given a one-way ticket off Dunalino.”

“What did Blade mean by insinuating I wouldn’t last here if the island is so peaceful? He’d questioned how I’d hold up on Dunalino that night I met him for the first time in the restaurant.”

“The love-bites,” he said with a spirited wink. “Remember I’d told you that the men will be seeking to taste your blood? To try and steal you away from me?”

She nodded.

“There is a strong sexual aura here because of what we have become. When Blade saw your neck, he knew you were my chosen one. He’s no fool and I’m sure he is already racking his brain for a way to get to you.”

“Why Blade? He has Sage. She’s so beautiful and sweet.”

“Power hungry. He wants to taste the force flowing through your veins. Haven’t you noticed, Angel, the effect you’ve had on men since my first bite? Trey, Nick and even the coppers had been at your beck and call.”

“Well…I assumed it was because I’m with you. Everyone is drawn to fame, wealth and power.”

“Baby, you’re too sweet. Trey couldn’t have stopped himself if he tried. Once you received me and my bite…your sensuality increased daily. All the men on Dunalino will want you. That’s another part of the trials on this island.”

“Oh.” She took a moment to think over his words. “That’s another reason you chose these clothes then. So I can wear your protection.”

“You’re quick.” He gave her an adoring smile. “I do believe we’ve been traveling the same wave length for a very long time.”

She snuggled against him as they strolled barefoot along the beach. He looked amazing as always, still wearing the sleeveless black shirt and black leather jeans. She rested her head in the curve beneath his arm as it lay over her shoulders. He was already sweating lightly from the sun beaming down and his inviting scent swirled around her.