Chapter 23 – Darius #2
But as much as I hated it, I knew my heart was right. And that I wanted nothing more than to voice my feelings aloud. To say what I already knew.
“That was the past. But the focus now needs to be the future. And you two are my future, my brothers.”
Ryker smiles.
I move across the room, and we clasp wrists.
Then Vincent rises and does the same with each of us.
It feels…strangely good to let this go. To move on with our lives and accept each other.
“Now what?” Lamia asks, a strange note to her voice. “We’re covered in blood…”
Ryker looks around the room, his gaze narrowed. “How long do we have before they come back to life?”
Lamia shrugs. “At least a few hours, if not a full day. Their bodies have a lot of healing to do.”
“Then let’s find clothes and shower.”
Lamia shifts, her snake-half disappearing, replaced by human legs. We move out of the living room and into the bedroom. In the massive walk-in closet, there’s an assortment of men’s and women’s clothes. Without selecting any, we move to the bathroom. There’s a huge shower.
Vincent leans forward and twists a handle, and the huge space fills with water sprouting from above the area and from the sides. Lamia doesn’t hesitate. She strips off her blood-soaked clothes and steps beneath the spray.
My mouth goes dry. Again, that strange feeling comes over me. I’ve never seen anything as sexy as Lamia, blood running down her naked body, her hair wet, her eyes closed.
The three of us undress slowly, never taking our eyes off the beautiful woman. When we step into the shower with her, the warm water begins to wash the blood off our own bodies. But we hardly notice.
“Are we just not going to talk about what happened in there?” Vincent asks, his voice husky.
Lamia’s eyes open, and she turns so that she can see all of us, standing in the middle of the shower, looking between me and the other gargoyles.
Ryker answers slowly. “I don’t know what there is to say.”
“How about that it seems like we’re…vampires or something?”
Ryker sighs. “We already suspected it.”
“Yeah,” Vincent says, a touch of humor in his voice. “But suspecting it and biting the fuck out of a room full of people and draining their blood is a little different.”
I raise a brow. “That was…a bit of a surprise.”
“A bit?” Vincent says, smirking at me. “I would’ve been less surprised to find a gopher in my boxers.”
Lamia laughs, a sweet little sound. “You’re handling this better than I imagined.”
Vincent shrugs. “To be honest, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be.”
She looks at Ryker and I.
It actually wasn’t that bad, if I’m being honest. It felt more like having another sword in a battle, versus that I was some kind of monster. I felt a bit out of control, but I also don’t suddenly feel like killing innocent people.
“If we can control it, it isn’t the worst thing,” I say, even though I feel strange speaking the words out loud.
But I wouldn’t stay this way if I had a choice. Right?
Ryker nods. “It is what it is. We just keep working toward our goal, and communicate any time we feel off. We don’t want to hurt any innocents.”
Lamia’s mouth curls into a smile. “I don’t think I’ve felt like I belonged so much since becoming this thing.”
“Well, with us all having a thing for blood,” Vincent says, shifting closer to her, “we do have a pretty important thing in common.”
Her gaze changes, and she bites her lip gently.
The blood rushes to my cock, and I feel my erection swell. My gaze is entirely consumed by her teeth nibbling her lip. A craving comes to me, a completely ridiculous craving.
“Is it strange I wonder what your blood tastes like?”
Her eyes widen, and she looks at me. Hell, I hadn’t meant to say that aloud.
“I guess it’s not a shock,” she says, her voice oddly soft and vulnerable.
“The thing is,” she continues, drawing herself up a little taller, “you guys taste better than anything I’ve ever experienced.
And it isn’t just that you taste good…you feel good too.
When I bite you, it makes me feel things I haven’t for a lifetime. ”
I don’t know why, but I move to her and cup her face, drawing it up so that she’s looking into my eyes. “I want to taste you, Lamia.”
Her gaze is uncertain. “Are you sure?”
I nod, my fangs and my cock aching.
She takes a deep breath, and my gaze goes to her breasts as they rise and fall. “Okay. I’ve tasted all of you. It’s only fair if I allow the same. But you should know, I’ve never been…bitten before.”
“Good,” I say, my voice strangely husky.
I lean forward, and she tilts her neck to the side. Suddenly, all I can see is her pulse racing in her throat, and a scent comes to me. One I’ve never smelled before. It’s like honey and wildflowers. For a second I freeze, and then I realize the scent is coming from her.
Slowly, I lean forward, and my mouth brushes her neck.
She tenses, and her hands grasp my arms. But she pulls me closer rather than pushing me away.
Opening my mouth, I run my tongue along my fangs, shocked by how normal they seem. And then, cautiously, I move forward and bury them into her throat.
She moans and presses against me.
A taste so sweet and perfect flows into my mouth. The taste of her blood. It’s nothing like the blood of those creatures. Whereas they made me feel full, she makes me feel as if I’m tasting something delicate and rare.
A treat that comes along once in a lifetime.
And as I drink more and more of her, I become aware of our bodies. Her breasts brush my chest, her nipples hard against my skin. Heat radiates from her and from me, creating a strange warmth that seems to travel between us.
My hands move to touch her back, and then they slide slowly lower and grab her ass. It’s hard to breathe against her neck. Between her blood and my arousal, I’m lost to my desire.
When I pull back from her neck, lick my lips, and meet her gaze, I know we’re going to fuck. And it’s going to be good. Oh so good.
“Can I try you?” Ryker asks, his voice low and filled with desire.
“Me too,” Vincent says, and they both move to her sides.
She nods, her eyes looking glassy and excited.
When they lean in and bite her throat, my balls tighten. The sight is arousing in a way I never imagined.
My lips find hers, and suddenly we’re kissing, hard and fast. Desperate for each other. My hands move from her hips to her breasts, and suddenly I’m squeezing her sweet peaks, flicking and squeezing as she gasps and moans.
Elation fills me at her reaction, and I break our kiss then sink to my knees.
Without waiting, I move her legs onto my shoulders and press her harder against the wall of the shower as my lips find her delicious pussy.
Parting her lips, I begin to lick her slowly, every sense awakened to her body.
To the way she moves as I touch her, learning what she likes and what she likes more.
I hear Ryker groan, “Fuck!”
And then he’s kissing her.
Vincent’s fangs pull from her skin and he licks the spot, moving over her shoulder, pressing his lips gently over and over on her skin. We work together to please this beautiful woman so seamlessly that it feels as if we’ve done it a million times before.
She swears, and her hands dig into my hair. “I can’t…I’m going to...”
My dick swells as if to say, I can’t take this much longer either.
“How do you want to be fucked?” Ryker whispers, flicking her nipple. “One at a time, or all at once?”
Her eyes open, but they’re glazed with pleasure. “However you want.”
He growls, “Wrong answer.” He looks at me. “Put her down.”
I’m reluctant to stop tasting her sweet body, but I obey.
She crumbles to her legs, gasping, and I rise. The three of us stare down at her. And slowly, she looks up. I stiffen, prepared for whatever she might say. But instead of talking, she rises up onto her knees and takes my length into her mouth.
I gasp, my hands burying into the back of her hair.
Her hands move and grasp Ryker’s and Vincent’s cocks. They move closer, and suddenly she’s stroking them both. The room grows hotter and steamier.
Desire builds fast and strong.
I wrap her hair around my fingers and bring her harder and harder onto my dick. She gags, but continues to lick and suck in a way that drives me wild with need.
Closing my eyes, I lean back. And for the first time since awakening, I don’t feel lost.
I feel like I’ve finally found where I was always meant to be.
And it’s fucking amazing.