Love Bites (26 page)

Then it began. Slowly, even gently. At first.

Fingers touched, stroked, squeezed. Here a hand swept down the delicate hollow of her belly, there another traced the angle of a hipbone, while yet another fondled her ass cheeks. Fingers circled her rock-hard clit, eased into her cunt, brushed the line of her throat, stroked her thigh. Six hands, Verica knew there couldn’t be more than six hands, but it felt like more, all doing things to her she’d never experienced.

She’d caressed herself before, played with her own breasts, masturbated to orgasm, but it had never felt like this, so hot and ferocious and utterly overwhelming.

Somebody was taking his time with one nipple. He’d brush it with the pad of his thumb, then pull it out just enough to make her gasp. Twist it back and forth a few times while pleasure jolted her in repeated hot stabs. Then he’d start the whole sequence all over again until she began drooling helplessly behind her gag.

Simultaneously, somebody else was lazily exploring her pussy, slipping his fingers through slick cream and lust-engorged flesh, teasing and penetrating, then setting off little blasts of pleasure in her swollen clit as he circled and strummed it slowly.

Another hand busied itself with her ass, tracing the tense muscle of her cheeks, slipping a finger into the crease and stroking the tight flesh, spread so helplessly wide by her position. Finally discovering her anus, he circled it with an impudent fingertip.

Sliding slowly inside. Slipping in and out at a rhythm that matched the finger that stroked her cunt.

Deep inside her tormented body, the hard, deep clenching of orgasm began. Sensing her response, her captors grew deliciously brutal, twisting her nipples ruthlessly while driving up her cunt, her ass, two fingers, three, stuffing her until her spine arched in pleasure/pain.

That callused thumb flicked her clit once, twice, and Verica exploded, screaming, her voice strangled by the gag, her pussy and rectum speared on long male fingers.

Never
, she thought, dazed, shaken, as she began to slide slowly down from the crest.
I’ve never felt like that
. The orgasms she’d given herself were pale, feeble things by comparison, completely unlike this merciless rapture.

“There’s more,” Julian whispered.

She whimpered an involuntary protest, but it did no good. Mouths now, on her nipples. Biting, licking, sucking both hard little points, spinning sensations along her spine she’d never experienced at all.

Delicate, feathery sensations so darkly intense they drove helpless moans from her mouth. Too much, far too much, she couldn’t stand it . . .

Silken hair brushed the inside of her thighs. Someone began feasting on her sex. His tongue danced liquidly over her clit, laving, circling, lapping at her labia, sucking and nibbling. Fingers spread her cunt lips so that rapacious mouth could devour her wet, sensitive flesh until she keened in ravished pleasure.

Verica could feel her climax gathering like a storm, so intense it terrified her. Instinctively she began to struggle, squirming to get away from those greedy, demanding lips. Strong hands closed on her, holding her still for her captors’ tongues. She thought she heard a low, masculine laugh . . .

Her second orgasm went off in her cunt like a bomb.

The spasms were still shivering through her system when someone snatched her blindfold off and a hard hand closed on her hair. The first cock she’d ever seen was right in her face, looking huge and dark.

“Four hundred years ago, when I was a slave in Jamaica,” André said, his voice rasping, “my mistress had hair the exact color of yours.”

Taking the big rod in hand, he aimed it for the opening in the ring gag and drove it deep into her mouth. Verica gasped and choked as the big rod hit the back of her throat.

“One night she ordered me whipped until the blood ran, then thrown into the fields and left for dead.” Slowly, he withdrew, then thrust deep again. She struggled to accommodate him, knowing she had no choice. “Julian found me as I lay with my blood soaking the ground, and realized I could become a vampire. He changed me, saved me, and went with me three nights later when I took my revenge. We punished her thoroughly—and made her come again and again. How I enjoyed the sight of her, writhing in shame and pleasure as I fed.”

Breathing hard through her nose, Verica fought her gag reflex while he used her mouth in long strokes. She felt his slick satin shaft pressing past her lips, moving over her tongue, the head sliding against the roof of her mouth. As she sucked in a desperate breath, his clean, male scent filled her head. Upside down, her head tied back, she watched his dark balls swing over the working muscles of his thighs as he fucked her.

“Mouthful, hmmm?” Dominic whispered in her ear, catching one of her nipples in his hand and twisting it slowly. “You know, you look incredibly hot having your mouth fucked. Julian . . .” He raised his voice. “Mind if I take your place between those pretty thighs?”

“Not in the least. I think I’d like to have a word with her anyway,” the captain’s deep voice rumbled. Long fingers released her spread pussy lips.

Julian had been the one licking her cunt, Verica realized, and was startled at the heat that thought sent through her. Helplessly she watched the swing of André’s balls, swallowing hard as her mouth watered from the thick shaft stuffing it.

Dominic’s hand brushed the length of her thighs, caught her butt and held her still. Something big and blunt brushed across her needy cunt and worked its way between her slick lips. The shaft brushed her opening, then began to slowly force its way inside. His cock felt huge, a massive, tunneling invader forcing her delicate pussy walls wide.

“Ummm,” Dominic said. “Tight as a nun’s ass.”

Even without her hymen, even with the slick cream that filled her, she thought for a minute he’d split her open. She whined around André’s cock, the pain distracting her from his use of her mouth. He paused his stroking, holding his prick just inside her lips while Dominic completed his invasion.

“Too much?” Julian asked softly in her ear. Gently he reached up to toy with her nipples until delight shot through her discomfort.

“Poor little virgin. Try to relax.” He tugged the pink tip and rolled it with delicate, ruthless skill. “We’re nowhere near done.”

He rose from the chair someone had put beside her head and bent over her, directing an idle order down the length of her body. “Play with her clit, Dominic. I want her to come again.”

The blond obeyed; she felt a light stroke against her button, then a gentle circling that sent pleasure swirling up her spine to compete with the pain of his penetration. An instant later, a hot male mouth sealed around one nipple, and she jerked in her bonds.

Verica felt utterly overwhelmed, her senses battered by too much feral eroticism. The long cock stroking inside her mouth, the big cock shuttling back and forth in her pussy, the stroking fingers and Julian’s clever tongue . . . Assaulted from all sides, it seemed she’d been transformed into a creature of raw sex and sensation.

Unable to do anything else, she surrendered, relaxing her muscles, allowing them to use her as they would.

Julian smiled around her nipple, feeling the erotic submission flooding Verica’s mind. They had her now.

Her responsiveness sharpened his hunger. He could almost taste the blood rushing through the sensitive breast under his mouth, and the urge to bite nearly broke his control. He fought it back. The pleasure would be sweeter, hotter, when she came, when the raw psychic energy of her climax rolled from her mind, a delicious meal for her vampire lovers.

Blood was never enough.

The hemosynther could produce enough blood to bathe in, but they also needed
this—
the sensual response of a woman in the throes of climax. And the more overwhelmed she felt, the more intense her orgasm, the more psychic energy she’d feed them.

Which made little virgin Verica utterly perfect. He doubted he’d ever had such a sweet feast.

And he hadn’t even entered her ass yet.

He sucked and lapped and nibbled at each breast in turn as the energy grew, a field of delicious heat surrounding her, flooding his mind with her pleasure. He could feel how erotically vanquished she felt with André fucking her mouth and Dominic shafting her cunt. This orgasm would be the most intense yet. And he was going to make it even hotter.

He released her wet, pebble-hard nipple and straightened, then pulled the chair closer to her head. He’d sensed her response to him, and he knew he could use it.

A big vein thumped wildly in the taut, white arch of her throat. Looking down at it, he smiled slowly in anticipation.

“You do realize they’re about to come?” Julian rumbled in her ear. “Then it’ll be my turn.” He reached a big hand over her body to stroke and squeeze one breast. André’s cock surging in and out of her mouth, she could only listen. “We could have all done you at once, but I don’t want you distracted when I give you your first buggering.”

His lips closed over the lobe of her ear and gave it a gentle nibble just as Dominic drove in a particularly hard thrust. The first flutters of her climax teased her, and she strained, trying to force herself against the blond’s hips for that last bit of stimulation. But the ropes held her immobile, and she could only whimper.

“It will hurt at first when I enter, and you’ll want to fight it, but don’t,” Julian said softly over André’s gasps and Dominic’s harsh growls. “You won’t be able to keep me out anyway. Just concentrate on relaxing that sensitive little asshole. It won’t be easy for you, as tight as you are, but really, you don’t have very much choice.” He gave one of the taut cords of her neck a tender lick. “I’m going to ream your little rectum, darling. But first . . .” Another lick. His lips moved against her banging pulse as he spoke. “But first I’m going to feed.”

With a roar, Dominic rammed all the way in, a hard, violent stroke that tipped her over. Verica keened around André’s cock as her climax hit her like a meteor, twisting her in her bonds. It went on and on, long, racking convulsions of pleasure deep in her womb as the vampires fucked her so hard, she swung between them in her harness.

The last spasms had barely begun to die when something hot and bitter flooded her mouth. Swallowing automatically, she realized it was André’s come.

Then Julian’s fangs punched into her throat, and she whimpered at the hot, stabbing pain. Quivering helplessly, she felt his lips moving against her skin as he drank.

Julian only allowed himself a few burning, intoxicating swallows before he let her go. He knew the others would need to feed, and he didn’t want to take enough to weaken her.

Besides, his balls were heavy and swollen, tight against his shaft, and he wanted to take that final, ultimate possession. The one that would set the seal on her soul.

It was obvious she was the one they’d been looking for—the perfect combination of responsive submissive and fiery soldier. And he was determined that tonight her body would learn who her master was.

He knew quite well it would take a little longer for the message to reach her mind.

As André and Dominic reeled away from her to collapse on the bed, Julian started ripping down the harness with a few ruthless jerks. Dazed from their sensual assault, Verica barely stirred as he tore the cords from around her body and carried her to the bed to drape her across it. Reaching down, he plucked the ring gag from her mouth. She licked her lips and worked her jaw, but didn’t try to speak.

“What did you do with the lube?” Julian growled at Dominic, who smirked at the heat in his eyes, scooped up the tube off the bedside table, and flipped it to him.

Ready to spread those pretty white cheeks, boss?

He snatched it out of the air and dropped it on the mattress.
More
than ready.
Catching Verica’s limp legs behind the calves, he lifted them and nodded to the blond.
Grab her ankles.

Dominic stepped to the side of the bed, directly over Verica’s head, and took each of her delicate heels in his hands. Slowly, he spread them wide and pulled them toward him until she was bent almost double as she lay on her back, her cunt helplessly open in offering. Verica opened vague blue eyes and blinked, still dazed from shattering orgasms and the hard use her virgin body had been put to.

Julian licked his lips at the helpless expression on her face and the wet, swollen flesh of her cunt, still smeared with Dominic’s cum and Verica’s own feminine juices.

Dominic pulled her feet a little further toward him so that the cleft of her ass spread like a peach, revealing the tiny puckered opening between them. The head of Julian’s rock-hard cock jutted above it, thick and dark and much, much bigger. He felt it twitch in anticipation.

Picking up the tube, Julian looked at his second-in-command who sprawled on the bed next to her. “Grab her hands, André.”

Reminded that she should fight them, Verica threw up her fists, but André gathered them both in one of his before she had time to launch an assault. Not that she had a prayer in hell anyway. Julian just wanted her to feel her helplessness.

With a thumb, he flicked the top off the tube, his eyes locked on her face. Verica stared up at him, her eyes wide with an arousing combination of fear and lust.

“That’s a really tiny asshole, Julian,” Dominic observed in a sadistic purr. “You sure you can get your cock in there?”

“I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?” He inserted the nozzle of the tube into the starfish opening and squeezed. Then, slowly, he began to force the tube deeper.

Verica’s spine arched as she felt her anus strain to resist the tube before reluctantly spreading around it. She gasped as a fiery pain radiated from her abused opening, but Julian kept pushing until both the tube and his fingers were deeply embedded.

Finally he began to squeeze. The thick, chilly lube flooded her agonized channel as he withdrew the tube again, inch by inch. At last it was out of her and he tossed it aside. She didn’t dare take a breath because she knew that monster shaft of his was next.