Crowned by blood, p.15
Crowned by Blood, page 15
part #3 of Daughter of Cain Series
“Gods, your scent,” he says, voice so quiet that I only hear because he’s pressed up against me like this.
Evie does as he orders without hesitating, running her fingers along her glistening slit while she swallows around my shaft.
I don’t get to enjoy the show, because Gid’s fingers are at my back, stealing my focus as he spreads his spit down towards his unmistakable goal. My eyes slide closed as the sensations become too much.
The first digit slips in easily enough, unerringly seeking out my prostate. He caresses me as Evie pulls back and swirls her tongue under the glans of my dick, gleefully lapping up the pre-cum leaking freely from the tip.
So good. Too good.
Gid’s second finger joins the first, bringing that familiar stretching burn into play just as Evie bobs down again and brings her spare hand up to fondle my balls.
“Fuck!” I curse, locking my knees against the lightning bolt that slams through my groin.
I can’t keep my hands from fisting in her hair, or my hips from bucking my length a little farther down her throat until she gags.
Both fingers withdraw, and Gideon growls. “Release her. You don’t act without my permission, omega.”
I whine and release Evie’s long locks, baring my neck in apology.
“Evelyn, get on the bed.” Gideon’s voice is full beast now. “Spread your legs and hold your thighs open.”
Her eyes glaze over a little as she draws back and visibly swallows before doing as he asks. She reclines on the bed like a goddess, all creamy limbs and flushed cheeks. Her little nipples are hard and begging for a mouth to suck them.
And when she parts her legs to display her glistening pussy…
I moan, and Gideon growls. The alpha releases his grip on my neck and pushes me forward.
“Eat her out,” he says. “You’ve got two minutes before you’d better be inside of her if you want your fantasy to come true.”
Two minutes is nowhere near enough time to worship her, but I fall to my knees in front of the bed, anyway, eager and willing to take what I can get. The first taste of her makes me groan. I lap up the sweetness pooling at her entrance, then lick upwards, tracing her folds until I find the nub at the top of her sex.
Evie’s gasps morph into a low moan, her breathing hitching as her head falls back. Her fingers on her thighs have turned white, and I move my own hands to cover them before she can hurt herself. Prying her grip free, I take over the task of keeping her spread wide. I wish I had those legs wrapped around my head instead, but I’m also keen to put on a show for our alpha.
Gideon’s growling has become a constant rumble which undercuts everything. The hair on the back of my neck stands on end, reminding me that there’s a predator at my back.
I flick my tongue faster, wondering if I can get Evie off before he pounces on me. I want to use my fingers, but he didn’t give permission, so I don’t push my luck.
This is Gid’s playground. We’re just his puppets. His toys.
I love it.
EVELYN
Finn’s clever tongue strums at my clit without mercy. He’s using the thrall bond to gauge my pleasure and adjust accordingly. His end of the connection vibrates with his determination. He’s trying to force me over the edge before Gideon’s mental timer runs out.
The result? I need my release more than I need air. I was so close when I was sucking him off, but Gideon put a stop to our antics just before I could come.
The alpha’s eyes of dark fire stare greedily at the two of us. His hands are curled into tight fists by his sides. His hair is a mess, and his double fangs are digging into his lower lip, as I knew they’d be.
Sex heightens the desire for blood, after all.
Finn swirls his tongue, and I tumble closer to the edge. My pussy flutters in anticipation. It’s right there, so close I can taste it.
“Stop.”
Finn freezes, and I cry out, fisting the sheets as the pleasure darkens then ebbs, taking on barbs of frustration at being denied a second time.
“Stuff her with your cock, but don’t fuck her.”
Thank God. I don’t care that he can’t fuck me; I just need something to take away the aching emptiness.
Finn doesn’t need to be told twice. Grasping his cock in one hand, he lines himself up with my opening and plunges deep on the first thrust. He pulls back slightly, then rocks in again, this time not stopping until he’s all the way in.
“Finn,” I gasp his name, pussy clenching as his pelvis grinds against my clit.
I writhe and thrash beneath the omega like a woman possessed. The knowledge of how much this matters to Gideon keeps me from trying to buck and force Finn to thrust.
I’m stuffed full of him, just as Gideon ordered.
The alpha needs control, and I’ll willingly give it to him, just as I promised.
Snick. Squirt. It takes me a second to realise that the sounds I’m hearing are Gideon preparing Finn’s ass.
Every time his fingers pass over a certain spot, Finn’s cock jerks inside me, making me shiver.
A glance at Gid’s face shows his expression has been consumed with a kind of predatory focus. His eyes are empty of everything except hunger. The man has fallen away, replaced by a creature of instinct.
Which ones are at the forefront remains to be seen. Our bond is a mess of cravings and lust, and I can’t sort between them while I’m like this.
“Please, Alpha,” Finn begs, baring his neck at an unnatural angle. “I’m going to come. Please.”
Gideon can’t do more than snarl, but he must understand what Finn is saying, because he backs off.
I feel when he shoves home, because Finn’s whole body relaxes above me. All of the tension bleeds from his muscles, and he whines as the alpha finally bends down to sniff and nip lightly at his neck.
Gid starts to pound into Finn’s ass in brutal, sharp thrusts. Every snap of his hips drives Finn deeper into me, making both of us groan. Wet slapping sounds emanate from between our joined bodies as he sets a punishing pace.
Snarls and growls and whines fill the room, but I can’t tell which are mine and which come from the lycans. My orgasm is barrelling towards me like a freight train, and my fangs drop in preparation for a bite I want more than anything.
Gideon’s hands fist in Finn’s short curly hair, holding his head and throat still in offering. He can’t talk, but the meaning is clear.
I take Finn’s left side as Gideon takes the right, both of us sinking our fangs into his throat at the same time.
I have just enough self-control to ensure I only take a sip before Finn’s cock jerks and he moans. His orgasm triggers my own, sending me over the edge on a scream.
Gideon’s roar around Finn’s neck is so animalistic, I’m surprised no one else in the house comes to investigate. He stills, coming inside Finn, as the omega whines and begs so sweetly I can’t help but fall over the edge a second time.
The three of us are trembling, panting, shaking as we come down from the orgasmic high. As soon as I regain coherent thought, I seal the tiny punctures I made on Finn’s neck and check on Gideon.
The alpha is still drinking, taking big greedy pulls.
“Alpha,” I whisper. “Gideon. Enough.”
He snarls, digging deeper into Finn’s neck. The omega just moans, clearly high on vampire venom.
I have no leverage in my position, crushed by the two of them, so I reach for the thrall bond and give it a harsh tug.
“Gideon. Stop.” I imbue my tone with as much urgency as I can.
Hard to do when Finn’s dick is still inside me.
As a last ditch effort, I reach around and slap the alpha on the ass. Hard.
He rears back in shock; the pain distracting him momentarily. He’s still sealed inside Finn thanks to his knot, so the omega is dragged with him.
I wince as Finn’s dick makes a swifter-than-expected departure from my still-clenching pussy, but I can’t focus on myself right now.
He blinks, then a second later, blinks again. Each time a little more of himself comes back.
“Gideon, you’ve taken enough.” I gentle my tone this time.
He draws back, licking the wound on Finn’s neck before he rolls the two of them onto their sides.
Down our bond, the animalistic need to claim is replaced first with worry, then terror, and finally self-loathing.
“Snap out of it,” I say, pushing to my knees on the bed. “Communicate, remember?”
I press a swift kiss to Finn’s lips, enjoying the slightly high smile he gives me back, before moving over and giving the alpha the same treatment.
“I enjoyed myself, and I can feel that Finn did too. When he comes down, he’ll probably tell you the same himself.”
The strong emotions inside him don’t dissipate instantly—and I don’t expect them to. Nothing is ever that easy.
Gideon’s knot goes down slowly, giving him plenty of time to think over what happened. When it’s gone, he wastes no time in rushing to the bathroom, returning with warm cloths to clean the two of us up. I can feel his need to care for us buzzing along the bond, so I don’t protest as he fusses. Doing this soothes his instinct and Finn’s, and the aftercare is welcome.
Once the sticky mess between my thighs is gone, Finn tugs both of us down into the blankets for snuggles. The contentment echoing off him could power a light bulb, and Gideon’s horror has melted to a kind of shocked disbelief—almost awe. Like he can’t quite believe that the omega is happy and cuddling him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
EVELYN
“SILAS!”
Draven’s roar makes me shoot up in bed, heart racing. Two deep breaths later, after realising that Silas’s hysterical laughter is trickling to me down our bond, I fly to the door with a secret smile on my lips.
Silas has been getting more and more creative with his pranks since we arrived, and I’m actually beginning to find his antics amusing.
This week alone, he’s filled Draven’s shower head with gravy granules, stolen his phone and filled it with dick pics, and put all of the vampire’s boxers into the freezer.
When I make it to the bottom of the stairs, I find both Vane and Gideon struggling to pin the vampire against the wall. Silas is in the newly repaired kitchen, his cheeks almost splitting as he struggles to contain his grin.
“I’m going to kill him,” Draven swears. “I’ll wring his dog neck!”
“What’s going on?” I ask, alarmed.
Actual death threats are rare from the vampire. Usually he settles for promising to remove body parts.
Whatever prank Silas has pulled this time must have been truly something.
“Go outside and look,” Finn chortles. “You might have to look up…”
The omega is reclining on the sofa with a cup of coffee, watching the drama unfold over the top of his round spectacles. At his urging, I aim for the front door, which has been broken from its hinges—presumably in Draven’s rage.
Once outside, it takes me a while to figure out what’s wrong. I survey the roof of the house, and find nothing, then I turn my attention to the trees.
Eventually, I spot it swaying in the breeze. Draven’s beloved bike is stuck in the uppermost branches of a fir tree. It must be a good thirty feet above the ground.
“How the devil did he get it up there?”
“That’s not all.” Vane follows Draven as the vampire storms outside behind me and heads for the wide trunk. “A few days ago, Silas added cress seeds to every tiny nook and cranny on the bike.”
“The little shit has turned my bike into a salad!” Draven uses his strength to launch himself up the tree, claws digging into the bark as he hauls himself higher and higher into the moon-lit canopy.
The culprit himself dares to walk out onto the porch, keeping me between him and the enraged vampire.
“I was being thoughtful!” the soon-to-be-dead beta calls. “What if you got peckish on the ride?”
“I am going to torch your balls and feed them to you when you’re too moon-addled to notice what they are!” Draven retorts, almost at his bike now. “Filling my boots with jelly wasn’t enough for one night?”
I turn to the unrepentant lycan. “Must you tease him so?”
Silas ropes an arm around my shoulder. “How else am I supposed to make sure he feels like one of the pack? I don’t know if you’ve noticed, beautiful, but he doesn’t exactly like it when I start hugging him and singing ‘Kumbaya.’ Besides, he’s having fun, aren’t you, D?”
He calls the last towards the top of the tree where Draven is attacking the plant life in an attempt to free his prized possession.
“So much fun,” the vampire snarls. “I’m going to bring you up here and shove this pointy fucking tree up your ass!”
“Enough!” Frost’s roar from inside the house catches the rest of us off guard. “Get in here. All of you. We have more important problems right now.”
My gut sinks as we all bump into each other as we try to get back through the front door. Frost has the remote in his hands and he flicks the TV on as soon as Draven—bringing up the rear—closes the door behind us.
Silas wisely stays glued to my side, steering the two of us onto the sofa farthest from the surly vampire.
Frost flicks to the news channel, and there, staring grimly out of the screen at us, is Cain himself.
“My daughters have colluded with the dangerous criminal, Frost, in an attempt to destroy our society by unleashing more ruthless vampire-ghoul hybrids across the globe. As such, they are all now fugitives, and must be found and eliminated.”
His face disappears, replaced by an ordinary-looking suburb. “This was the peaceful town of Ivyville. The carnage caused by just two of these abominations has rendered it unrecognisable.”
The picture swirls, transforming to show buildings wrecked, dead ghouls littering the street, and vampires in modern armour swarming the area. Someone has crashed their minivan through the side of one of the houses, and the alarm is blaring in the background. Smoke has turned the entire scene grey, which contrasts with the bright lights of the emergency vehicles littered everywhere.
An ashen-faced news anchor steps into the frame,
“This is the fate that awaits everyone if Frost and his so-called-resistance are allowed to continue this new reign of terror. After what happened in New York, we should all be vigilant for any ghoul sightings. If anyone recognises any of the faces appearing on the screen, do not approach them, but immediately call our hotline number.”
A steady barrage of the pack’s faces flicks up onto the screen, followed by Mia, then Morwen, and finally…
“Callie,” I mutter. “So he’s targeting her, too.”
“More importantly,” Frost growls. “He has somehow found a way to make more hybrids.”
Vane glowers at the screen, which has switched back to displaying footage of the damage. “Which means either he found another witch—”
“That might not even work,” Finn interjects. “We have no proof that it’s witch blood and not just Evie’s blood that has the ability to make a ghoul hybrid.”
“So they stole my blood,” I mutter. “I’m not surprised.”
“How much blood is the question,” Mia says. “If he has enough to make a small army, we’re going to have a hell of a fight on our hands.”
We’re going to have that, anyway, but I keep that snarky thought to myself.
“If I was in stasis when you found me, there’s a good chance it messed with his plans,” I reply, crossing my arms over my chest. “And if we take into account that half of those turned will be useless to him…”
“Not useless,” Morwen counters, gesturing to the TV which is now showing grainy, blown-up stills of the ghouls. “He’s found a purpose for them—sowing terror.”
“Terror he wants to blame on us.” Frost is seething. “This isn’t the first time he’s set the media on us, but it’s the first time he’s shown up to launch the accusations himself. That will scare people.”
“Perhaps they should be scared,” Vane mutters. “Fear is a useful survival instinct, especially where Cain is concerned.”
“We can dispatch teams to take out the malformed ghouls,” Finn suggests. “I have a location on the two he’s mentioned.”
I run a hand through my hair in exasperation. “That leaves at least two non-failed hybrids to work against us.”
“We can’t know that for certain,” Silas soothes. “And they’re young yet.”
“Without me, they’ll have to figure everything out for themselves,” Frost agrees. “It was no picnic learning to control ghouls. It took years. A lot of it I learned because I had no other choice.”
“But Cain knows a lot of what you can do, so he won’t offer those hybrids any other choice either,” Morwen counters. “They’re probably being forced to train their asses off, which means we should be doing that, too.”
“We will.” Gideon finally steps away from the wall where he’s been watching everything with an uncharacteristic silence. “Cain has several advantages. Chiefly, he’s got an empire of soldiers and machines ready for this. We haven’t, but we don’t need them. We have enough cells to form strategic strike forces that can create enough chaos to achieve what needs to be done.”
“It’s like an ant taking on a boot,” Morwen scoffs.
“No, it’s a scalpel versus a club,” Gideon retorts. “And we’re going to win.”
“You don’t think the universe would’ve given us the witch, the grimoire, and the dream team to kill Cain, only to watch us fail, do you?” Silas pipes up, cheerfully.
“I don’t like putting my faith in coincidence and the vague notion that anything as vast as the universe has a mind of its own and half a shit to spare about what happens to us,” Morwen growls. “Knives and guns are much more reliable and have been proven to work, and Cain still has more of them than we do.”
