Chapter 12
Twelve
A s Renalta felt the weight of her eyelids growing heavier she finished her last sip of the dark red vintage. She closed the book on her lap leaving the corner of the last page she read folded down so she could begin again at another time.
She felt herself comfortable enough to simply drift away to sleep, and leaned over in the high wingback chair that she was dwarfed by. Clearly it had been made for a much larger frame than hers.
Callum stood in the open doorway admiring her sleeping form. Renalta hadn’t even noticed him there as she drifted away to dream.
Simply watched as her slow steady breaths made her chest rise and fall. The ever present beat of her heart, a steady rhythm in his mind that he couldn’t ignore.
He replayed from memory the encounter between Bastian and his pet. Her reaction to Bastian’s expert touch releasing that potent pheromone that instantly made his cock hard. Callum knew that there was no way that he was letting Bastian have all the fun to himself. So when he found his houseguest asleep in the study he knew his time had come.
Silently as always, he moved from the doorway to Ren’s side. A small breeze followed him— unintended. It seems he moved so quickly to her side that it was enough to snuff a few candles out.
A small piece of hair blew across her face, tickling her nose. Ren’s hand reached up and rubbed her nose with the back of it. Back and forth a few times before it fell down to her stomach. The errant piece of hair brushed aside in the process. Her eyes never opened.
Callum watched as she took a deep breath. Her mouth fell open slightly on the exhale and caught his attention the most.
Her pretty pink tongue fell out slightly to wet the edge of her full bottom lip. He wanted so badly to run his tongue along the edge of her lip, to tease that little tongue out further.
“You have no idea what you have been doing to us…to me.” He whispered softly into the crook of her neck as he grazed his nose against it.
He drew in a deep breath of her unique scent that still couldn’t be masked by living in the mansion with them. Slightly floral and effervescent mixed with the undeniable scent of her fresh lifeblood.
His mouth began to water as his fangs protruded slightly. His hardened cock pressed against his slacks in much the same fashion. Uncontrollable while in her presence.
“I thought I was too old to be smitten by your youthful beauty.” Callum whispered so quietly into the near darkness with only one solitary candle still burning in the room.
He hovered over her lips. A hair’s breadth from touching his to hers. Ren’s soft breath falling across his cupid’s bow lips.
“Kiss me.” He said a bit louder. She stirred but didn’t wake.
Ren leaned forward—helped slightly by Callum— and pressed her soft pouty lips to his chiseled jawline.
A simple kiss like one might give a friend. She lingered there a beat too long though.
Purposeful.
Meaningful.
He hadn’t used his power of influence, at all. She wanted to kiss him.
Soft and sincere.
The room surrounding Callum and Renalta all but disappeared for Callum. His vision tunneled for only the slumbering woman before him.
“I will be here forever for you. I promise that I am yours. All you have to do is ask.”
Callum ran his strong hand down her collar bone from the shoulder to her cleavage. The slow deep breaths made the space between them grow ever so slightly. His focus was drawn to the crevice. The thin blue purple lines of her veins visible to him through her paler skin.
He felt the need to feed on her pushing his fangs to their full extension. The pain in them ever present. Only quelled by feeding.
Callum lifted her heavy with sleep arm and grazed the sharp points of his fangs across her skin until he reached her wrist. The potent scent of her made him lose some of his control.
“Just a taste.” He convinced himself he would be able to stop after a drop.
Slowly he sank his fangs into the soft flesh of her wrist, hitting that deep vein between the bones of her arm. The heat of her life’s blood flowed through his own veins and made him even more enamored with her somehow.
That’s when the scent of her arousal hit him. Callum’s eyes dilated. The black was all that you could see within them. He drew in long pull after another, gulping down more than the one tiny taste he promised himself he would be able to stop at.
“I see you have failed to keep yourself from the prisoner.” Grayson calmly spoke while standing over the pair stoically.
Callum’s bloodlust faded with the words of his brother, and he was able to stop gulping in the essence of perfection that Renalta’s blood was to him.
“I could smell the blood across the mansion. But now that I am here, I can smell something else entirely.
“How is it that you are managing to keep her sleeping?” Grayson queried.
“I am not using any of my persuasion.” Callum stated plainly while wiping the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.
“Shall we test the theory that she is in fact simply asleep?” Grayson got a gleam in his eye akin to his joy in murderous rage. The cat eating the canary grin that spread across his face was otherworldly in its malice.
Grayson, knelt before her, and gently lifted one of her legs over his shoulder. His hand pressed the cloth of her dress along her long legs until it bunched at her midsection. The aroma of her wetness even more potent once uncovered overwhelmed both of the men in the room.
“Our dirty little prisoner isn’t wearing the undergarments we left for her in the dresser.” Grayson tilted his head up toward Callum, then nodded in Ren’s direction.
Faster than Grayson could react, Callum has pushed him out of the way, catching Ren’s ankle before the weight of her leg could fall with the force of gravity.
“Mine.” Callum announced before leaning down to bury his nose in her little bush resting just above her glistening center.
Ren shifted slightly in her seat, but merely mumbled incoherently. Still not under the influence of either of the brothers, but clearly still not awake either.
Callum ran his finger through her wet slit. He then brought it to his tongue and sucked her juices from it like the finest wine. His lips smacked loudly in the silent room.
“She likes it, brother. I am content to watch…for now.” Grayson said perched against the small table.
Callum dove in, licking and sucking softly. Kissing his way up and down her mound.
“Tell us dear prisoner. Who do you wish was pleasuring you?” Grayson whispered into the near darkness while unbuttoning his slacks to free his growing bulge.
“Mmm.” Ren’s response was low and throaty.
“Use your words darling.” Callum called up toward her from his spot between her legs.
“Vampire.” She whispered.
They men both chuckled to themselves, and partly to each other.
Both men now held their thick engorged cocks in their hands while they listened to Ren moan from the oral pleasure Callum was delivering.
“Bastian will be mad he wasn’t here to order her around.” Callum pointed out.
“Fuck Bastian. Or better still, don’t.” Grayson said through gritted teeth. His finishing stroke and tight grip caused him to shoot his load of hot cum feet in front of himself. One of the spurts hitting Callum’s hand as it spread open Ren’s thick pussy lips. Fascinated with the cum dripping down from his hand onto the now exposed clit—red and throbbing with pleasure—Callum exploded himself.
“Fuuu-uuh-uuck.” his exclamation matched in syllables with his jets of cum. He kept his hand on the tip of his cock, collecting the cum while teasing the tip to prolong the feeling of the orgasm.
Callum held his hand above the writhing Ren. His seed dripping from his fist, a drop landed on her lip.
“Taste what you have done. Taste me, Darling.” Callum did use his persuasion this time. He watched as she fluttered her eyes, and darted her tongue from her mouth.
“Mmmmore.” Ren spoke sleepily, and breathy.
On a chuckle Grayson responded. “As you wish.” He swiped the tip of his cock with his middle finger, and wiped his last drop directly onto her tongue.
Callum slid his arm behind her knees and scooped her into his arms. Carried her bridal style through the doorway into the hall and turned back to Grayson.
“She wants us. You can see that can’t you?”
“Of course.”
“I'm taking her to her chambers.” Callum announced.
With a nod Grayson left in the opposite direction, disappearing quickly into the darkness.