Chapter 19
Cassi
She didn't like the way her heart pounded when he came through the door, or the momentary leap of happiness.
Relief, that she could understand of herself. But pleasure at seeing him? It was separate and apart from the growing excitement at seeing him. That she guessed was the chemical reaction again.
And it was growing strong.
That was crazy. His friend was passed out on the bed. Did she really intend to just get with Danton right there with Lan in the room?
But he was looking at her almost the same way, maybe more conflicted, but he would be, wouldn't he? The conquerors could take whatever they wanted but that didn't seem to be Danton's way.
She hated how she was thinking of him as Danton. As his first name. That she was excited to see him return.
It was all bad news. She was on a mission. She needed to find out more than how well the Vampyren could fuck and take that information back to the resistance. She needed to find Brecca. She needed to find her mom.
She needed – to feel his hands on her body and his tongue in her mouth and his hard cock inside her. She wanted him and she was glad to see him and he looked glad to see her, even if he'd started to speak and stopped himself a couple times.
Whatever it was he had to tell her, it could wait. Probably bad news. This wasn't a world right now where good news traveled fast.
She could be excused for wanting a few minutes of pleasure before whatever happened next.
Her arms went around his neck and she stood on tiptoe, trying to reach his mouth. Danton dropped his head down, covering her lips with his, kissing her hot and passionate. His tongue found hers. It didn't feel like they had any time to waste.
His hands went into her hair, freeing it again from the loose braid she'd knotted it into.
She made a soft sound of pleasure as he stroked his fingers through it, and she arched up against him, pressing her breasts into his chest. She could feel his erection straining between them, hard and ready, and feel herself becoming hotter and slicker with every kiss, every lick.
She raised up next to him to whisper in his ear, to ask where they could go. Clearly Lan needed to rest, to heal, and they needed to be somewhere together. It wasn't just pheromones. She wanted to be with Danton.
Before she could ask him anything, hands circled her hips from behind, stroked upward, strong fingers kneading her spine along the top of her ass, pulled her backward to grind a similarly spectacular erection into the groove of her backside.
She gasped, let out a sound that was all protest as she looked up into Danton's eyes.
But he was watching her, something of hope in his expression, and she could smell Lan now, spicy and sweet, a different scent than Danton gave off and she decided that somehow, that was the smell of whatever chemical trace they gave off that made her want them.
Danton. Made her want Danton.
But Danton's face still had that longing and Lan's touch was fiery sweet, an imperative she wanted to answer as he stroked both hands up her back, twined them in her hair, then let go of it and wrapped them around her body, cupping her breasts, pinching the nipples and pressing them into Danton's flesh.
Danton stepped back and stripped off his shirt, stepped out of his pants, stood naked and hard, his cock jutting out, ready, and behind her, Lan continued to stroke, biting her shoulder, gently, no fangs, not even a hint of them or request. He pressed himself against her and when Danton stepped back to claim her, Lan stepped back and returned naked, pressed hard against her.
The two males began licking and sucking her, Danton on her throat, fluttering kisses and licks and pricks of fang, he stopped to suck her blood briefly and then trailed it on his tongue down her throat, along her breasts, sucking, licking, kissing and biting, and behind her, Lan pressed himself into her, filling her even more than Danton had done, bending her so she leaned forward her mouth close enough to Danton's cock she took advantage of it, bending to lick the length of it, lapping at his balls, sucking the underside of his erection, every bit as sensitive as any human man's.
She could only fit the head of his member into her mouth, so she did, while he played with her hair, and thrust his hips, and groaned with pleasure, and behind her, Lan pressed deep, deep into her, taking advantage of the position to push as deep into her as he could.
He came hard and unexpectedly, the heat spreading through her when he did, and Danton went backward onto the bed pulling her down on top of him and Lan followed, stretching full length over her.
When Danton turned, the three of them fell apart on the bed, all on their sides, Danton facing Cassi with Lan behind her.
Lan was hard again and she jutted her hips back at him, willing to take him again, while Danton held his own rigid cock, using the head to rub hard against her clit, making her breath catch and her orgasm trigger, until she felt like she was coming over and over, or maybe it was one long, continuous orgasm that had her screaming into the confines of Danton's mouth.
Lan came again and rolled away from her. When she looked back at him, those ice gold eyes, so different from Danton's, the shorter hair and broader muscles, he nodded at her but held his hand to his side. He was leaking blood, the wound from the theater open again.
Before she could even suggest giving him blood, if she meant to, Danton had taken her, pulling her up onto his body as he turned onto his back and held her up by the hips so she could slide down on his enormous erection.
Cassi cried out in mingled pleasure and pain, her hips taking up a rhythm before she even knew she meant to.
She rocked on him, seeking her own pleasure and bringing him to his, even as his hands kept her upright by playing with her breasts, her nipples, the sensitive undersides, and Lan reached between them and fingered her clit, triggering a massive orgasm that made everything inside her clench and clutch, pulsing rhythmically as it sucked at everything Danton had to offer her.
When they fell apart from each other that time, they stayed apart, all three of them breathing hard.
She had just started to wonder if she could find happiness in a relationship with the Vampyren and if that might mean hope for humanity's future, because she couldn't be the only one.
When Danton caught his breath and told her that he'd seen Brec.
That he'd seen her, and where.
That he'd seen her and she was part of the murderous armed female rebellion and that she now, without trial of any kind, had been thrown into the breeding pools, where she would be used up and killed, or allowed to die from untreated wounds or in childbirth, or where she would be used up and then discarded to a tank farm.
Or to a commanding officer who would drain and discard her.
He went on as if he hadn't meant to, a verbal worrying she understood – the end of the mission had gone badly. Danton and his team brought back only about half the women.
The other half were at large.
That was going to cause problems, he said, and when she pressed him, admitted it would make everything worse for the women still being held, too.
She wasn't aware of Lan getting dressed as she listened in growing horror to Danton telling her that all along Brecca must have been training with the rebels just to do what she was doing – to strike with teams of women, killing Vampyren and humans alike to drive them from the planet.
When she couldn't stand it, hearing him talk about her best friend being thrown into the breeding pools, she struck out at him, not realizing until he caught her hands and stilled them that Lan had run from the room.
"He's gone to report this. I can't protect you now! I can't protect your friend, there was nothing I could do! You have to go, I'll get you through the halls, but then you have to run."
But she couldn't leave Brecca.
And, damn her, she didn't want to leave him.
And it didn't matter anyway. Because Lan came back with help long before either of them would have expected it.