Chapter 29 – Vincent
VINCENT
I’m angry for reasons I don’t understand. Lamia doesn’t belong to us. We’ve been forced together by a common goal.
Just a short time ago I thought I hated her. I wanted revenge for what she’d taken from me. And now? Now I’m ridiculously angry that she had spent her evening with another man.
My gaze swings to her in the bed. She looks so different curled up there, her long, dark hair wet around her shoulders from the shower, her green eyes lost in thought.
Her strange mix of powerful and vulnerable is so unexpected, and yet it draws me in.
I don’t know what’s happened to me, but I can’t seem to see her as the monster I know my people see her as. Does that make me broken? A poor warrior? Or is this good?
“You can join us, if you’d like,” I say to her.
Her sharp gaze focuses on me. “Are you…sure?”
I nod.
She slides from the bed, wearing a shirt taken from the hotel room and nothing else.
Her legs seem ridiculously long as she walks toward us and sits between Darius and I on the couch.
The scent of the soap she used in the shower tangles with her natural scent, and for a minute I’m overwhelmed by it.
“You guys acted like assholes tonight,” she says, breaking me from my spell.
I tense, but Darius is the one to answer. “Are you really surprised that we didn’t want you alone with the human man?”
Her retort is sharp. “I wasn’t going to hurt him.
Darius, Ryker, and I exchange a glance.
“We didn’t think you were going to hurt him,” I say.
“Then what?” She throws her hands in the air. “I know what I am. I know how you see me. So why else would you react the way you did? I know you said you thought I wanted to sleep with him, but we all know that’s not what you were really worried about.”
None of us answer. Cowards, I scold myself.
After a strained moment, she speaks again, her voice softer and sadder. “Is it so wrong that I wanted to feel normal for a little while?”
Ryker sits up a little straighter in his oversized chair. “Is that what you want, to feel normal?”
She nods, and I sense an overwhelming sadness inside of her.
“I don’t know what’s going to happen if I can save my children and free you guys from this curse, but I imagine my children and I will have to find a place far from humanity.
I don’t know that they’ll ever be able to do the things that the human man’s daughter could do.
School, ice cream, places full of games and fun, all of that will be out of their reach because of me.
And a life where I can sit and speak to a human will be too. So I want to enjoy this while I can.”
“That’s understandable,” I say. Then I take a deep breath. “We weren’t worried about you hurting the human. We were jealous.”
Her jaw drops open.
I run fingers through my tangled hair. “It’s stupid as hell, but we were.”
A blush highlights her cheeks. “Oh.”
Ryker shifts. “He was flirting with you.”
“And that bothered you?” she asks.
Darius shrugs. “It was weird. I mean, I don’t know if it’s the biting…or the other stuff, but none of us enjoyed seeing you with another man.”
She laughs, and it’s a strangely light sound. “You guys understand that I don’t exactly think sex is on the table for me. It’s too dangerous.”
“At least with anyone but us.”
I don’t regret my words even though everyone grows quiet, and an awkwardness seems to descend on the room. It needed to be said.
She looks at me, and those brilliant green eyes of hers hold mine. “But you don’t want that…”
Damn it, I should lie. But I can’t. “I want that more than you could ever imagine. The thought of being with you fills my thoughts each and every hour of my waking day.”
Her breath comes out in a rush.
“What do you think, sweet Lamia, about a night with three gargoyles?”
She swallows and looks to Ryker and Darius. “Is that what both of you want?”
“Fuck,” Ryker mutters.
Darius clears his throat.
She looks back at me.
“They’re fucking cowards,” I say.
“I don’t—“
Unable to help myself, I cut her off with a kiss. The instant our lips touch, electricity moves between me and her. Our kiss grows harder and wilder with each moment that passes until my cock is in complete control, begging me for more.
I move Lamia, pulling her into my lap. Deepening our kiss. My tongue sweeps into her mouth, and she gives a little moan.
“Damn it,” Ryker says.
I break our kiss and look at him. “You guys didn’t have the balls to say what you wanted, so now you can watch us fuck.”
Picking Lamia up, she gasps and wraps her arms around my neck. I carry her to the bed and drop her on it lightly. Then, fumbling out of my clothes I manage to strip down naked.
Her gaze moves to my cock and widens.
Her reaction is strangely pleasing.
Climbing onto the bed, I cover her with my body. We continue to kiss. My hands move over her, touching her face, stroking her neck. When I move lower, I reach for the hem of her shirt and yank it off.
And suddenly, we’re naked together. Our bodies fitting together like that’s how they were always meant to be. My lips move from her mouth to her neck, and I feel my fangs aching. Slowly, they elongate, and I try to think of something else.
Like her legs wrapping around my back.
Darius and Ryker move to the edges of the bed, and I know they’re watching in a stupor. No doubt they’ve been horny and lonely as long as I have. But if they couldn’t get up the balls to admit they wanted her, they don’t deserve her.
Kissing her throat again, I inhale, breathing in the scent of her. Longing for a taste of her.
“Do it,” she whispers. “Suck me and fuck me, Vincent.”
Oh hell! She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I sink my fangs into her soft skin and groan as the sweet taste of her blood fills my mouth. I’m feeling about as good as a person can feel when she reaches between us and grasps my length.
My mouth breaks from her neck, and I’m breathing hard as she strokes me in her firm, soft hands.
I want nothing more than for her to keep stroking me until I come, or to angle me into her hot body, but I can’t.
Not yet. Lamia hasn’t been touched by a man in likely as long as it’s been since I touched a woman.
I need to make this good for her.
Very good for her.
Pushing her hand away, I slowly move down her body.
Ryker swears. “Alright, I want her too. I want her so fucking bad!”
When I reach her breasts, one of my hands close around one of her nipples, and my mouth seeks her other nipple. But Ryker is there in an instant, kissing her as hard as I had, tangling his hands into her hair.
Her entire body shudders, and she starts to move beneath me, bucking and thrusting. And I know what she wants. I know what she needs. A big cock sunk deeply into her sweet pussy.
But instead, I move away from her breasts, satisfied as hell when Ryker’s big hand immediately goes to her breast. Sliding between her legs, I part her folds and press my mouth against her heated core.
She bucks like something wild, and then one of her hands buries into my hair, pulling me closer. I lick and suck, taking my time, ignoring her when she tries to force me to lick her harder.
Not yet, my sweet, you need to enjoy this first.
I hear Darius sigh loudly, and then he’s suddenly at my side. “You know how I feel.”
His fingers close around her other breast, and when Ryker breaks his kiss, Darius is immediately there to capture her mouth.
The taste of Lamia is amazing. The feel of her body uncontrollable and heated beneath me is indescribable. But there’s also something more to this. It’s the first time our new Brotherhood is sharing a woman, and through this we’ll see yet another way we can work together…or not.
When Lamia breaks her kiss with Darius, she’s gasping. I pull my lips from her sweet pussy, watching her face.
“Time…to…fuck,” she manages, breathing hard.
I don’t need to be told twice. I move up over her and slip between her thighs. She’s slick with her desire, and my cock is hard and aching as I press my tip into her wet body. Her nails dig into the skin of my shoulders as I sink inch by inch deeper inside of her.
Breathing hard, I barely make it to my hilt when I have to close my eyes and start counting, forcing myself to keep in control. To not let loose inside her warm, tight body until she’s reached her pleasure.
Darius and Ryker move beside me. An instant later, they’re both naked. Big and proud, they move closer. She doesn’t hesitate. She simply takes their cocks in her hands and starts stroking.
The image is almost too much for me. I sense my brothers’ pleasure just as they must sense mine. And this woman, she’s the source of that pleasure.
Taking deep breaths, I pull her legs around my back then clutch her hips tightly, sinking even deeper and listening as her breathing grows more rapid. When I can finally control myself well enough to pull out and thrust back in, I do.
Lamia and I gasp together. Our bodies feel alive. Working together to bring us unimaginable pleasure.
I start to thrust harder and harder, and Lamia’s head throws back. The muscles of her legs hold me tighter and tighter, and she moves against me, riding me just as I’m riding her.
She works the two dicks in her hands like her personal goal in life is to make them lose complete control. And Ryker and Darius, to their credit, look like it’s costing them everything to hold back.
But Lamia just works them harder, thrusts harder. She is a woman capable of bringing us inconceivable pleasure.
When I lean further over her, I’m shocked when her fangs suddenly plunge into my neck. I can’t think. All I can do is go wild. Pleasure awakens from her bite, hot and unbelievable. I thrust in and out of her, strong and powerful, claiming her as I would not just any female, but my female.
When she cries out, breaking her teeth from my throat, she falls over the edge. My name comes from her lips. Every muscle in her body tightens, and her inner muscles squeeze my cock relentlessly.
My dick doesn’t know what the fuck to do. Her bite. Her naked body beneath me. Her inner muscles clenching me like they own my cock… It’s just too much.
I come, so hard and strong that the world goes black.
My seed fills her wet channel. A declaration that she belongs to me without words.
A second later, Ryker and Darius come into her hand, their white seed flowing over her hands and her chest. The men groan. Their eyes closed. Their pleasure is so visible that it adds to my own.
When they finally finish, they sag against the side of the bed, and Lamia releases them.
Breathing hard, her eyes closed, she speaks, her voice hungry. “Who’s next?”