Blood Bound (11 page)

Julian looked at her as some men would eye a good steak or fine caviar. A shot of lust burst through her.

Again? So soon? Be careful what you wish for, was all she could think, laughing to herself.

With a smile, Julian moved down to slide his hands between and beneath her thighs to cup her bottom and lift her, angling her for his own pleasure.

As always Nico had done a good job, her clit was still swollen. It would be extremely sensitive.

Watching had been maddening. His cock was like iron - thick, throbbing.

His breath feathered lightly over delicate tissues. Julian felt her quiver and smiled.

“We will know very soon,” he promised.

He was hungry for her. The scent of her satisfaction was ripe in the air. Julian breathed her in, closing his eyes in pleasure as Nico held her, pressed a gentle kiss by the corner of her eye. Nico’s long fingers played over her breasts, her nipples tightened.

She watched him as he lowered his mouth to her clit, gave it a gentle brush of his tongue as he slipped two fingers inside her, deep, to stroke gently and then with increasing pressure. His eyes never left hers.

He wanted her to see, to watch him eat her clit as Nico played with her nipples, Nico’s mouth soft against her throat, his tongue tasting her skin.

She pressed a hand over his, over the one on her hip, the one holding her still, and brushed her other hand across Nico’s muscled chest as she turned her head for Nico to present her throat to him.

Offering herself to Nico as she had to Julian. Julian went iron-hard in an instant.

He watched her eyelids flutter, felt the muscles inside her jump with each flick of his tongue. He wanted her now, intensely. Wanted her heated pleasure to close around his throbbing, aching cock. In all his long life he couldn’t remember ever being this hard. The need to possess her was nearly overwhelming.

First he wanted to give her and Nico this.

He licked her, lapped at her clit, swirled his tongue over it, driving her up, his fingers inside her stroking as Nico’s fingers played, tightening on her nipples. His tongue touched her already sensitized clit and she arched. He looked at Nico and nodded. He held her in place as Nico’s teeth pierced her and ecstasy shot through her again.

She was incredible, better than either of them had thought possible. He watched Nico as Rafi’s blood burst into his mouth and he drank her essence. Nico trembled as the glorious taste of her exploded in his mouth. So did Rafi.

The sight of her beautiful body quivering with pleasure, the pleasure they gave her, was more than Julian could bear. He had to have her, now.

Surging up, Julian did as Nico had and drove his cock deep inside her in one hard thrust, her wet heat clenching around him.

Rafi cried out as Julian took her fast and hard. He filled her, stretched her more than Nico had, his cock thicker than Nico’s as it rammed up inside her. She moaned with pure bliss as he stretched her, smiled in ecstasy as he hammered into her while Nico’s fed.

It was intense, shattering, to have both of them take their pleasure of her this way.

Julian thrust into her deeply.

This. This was what she’d been looking for all these years.

It was as if she’d died and gone to heaven.

A delicious lassitude swept through her as she trembled and shook, as Julian swelled inside her, stretching her further. She cried out as another orgasm shot through her.

Her eyes opened at the sound of Julian’s groan, to find him arched above her as Nico had been, his shaft buried inside her, his broader, more muscular body sharply defined as he went taut. He was glorious, primal in his ecstasy. It was like being taken by some ancient Sumerian god.

Julian drove up hard inside her, his strong body shuddering as he erupted, filled her with his hot cum, a long low groan escaping him.

Nico moaned as he drank from her, filled his mouth with her. The second burst of her pleasure was even better than the first. He lifted his lips from her throat, licked it before he brushed a kiss over her temple.

She shivered a little.

“Rafi, love?” Julian said, eyeing her.

Rafi smiled at him.

In all her life she’d never felt so completely sated, so totally and wonderfully used. Her heart still pounded but she supposed that was to be expected.

“I think she liked it,” Nico said, smiling in return.

Rafi looked at him, tried to speak and had to clear her throat before trying again.

“You could say that,” she said, her voice a whisper.

“So did we. Very much.”

To her astonishment, Julian carried her into the bathroom as Nico went ahead to start the water running in the huge marble tub. She was too drained to stand, much less wash herself. Instead, they washed her. The warm water was heavenly, as were their soapy, slick hands on her body.

It felt wonderful.

“Don’t get too used to this,” Julian teased, kissing her on the nose. “We won’t need to do this once you become conditioned to us.”

She grinned. “But you don’t mind if I enjoy it now?”

“Oh no,” he said, his hands slipping over her skin. “No, not at all.”

Chapter Six

The house was simply immense. It was like playing hide and go seek, or a treasure hunt in some ancient king’s castle. With Julian, that wouldn’t have been much of a surprise, Rafi thought with a smile. She wandered the halls, exploring, shaking her head in sheer astonishment. Other than the bedroom they shared that morning and one other, clearly Nico’s by the number of computer books, none of the other bedrooms seemed to have been occupied in some time.

She’d slept for hours, waking only when a very shy maid brought in a tray of food. It was a good thing she was off-duty for a couple of days. Of course, she’d planned it that way, just in case. She just never expected it to go quite as well as it had. Her body went warm at the memories of the previous night and morning.

The scent of coffee on the tray the maid brought beckoned to her. Beside the plate was a newspaper. Servants. All the comforts of home. Rafi shook her head. Not her home.

Ducking her head and smiling, the maid said, “Mr. Julian, he said to tell you to take your time and ask anyone if you wish to find him. Your things are here. There are fresh towels in the bathroom and clothing has been set out for you.”

The woman gestured to an armoire and left.

So, she’d taken her time, lifting the lid from the plate, amazed to find her stomach cramping as she looked at the food. She blinked. Scrambled eggs, ham, three kinds of toast and jams, along with a fruit and yogurt parfait. It was too much, far more than the usual bagel and coffee she usually had. The smell was heavenly.

She ate while she read the newspapers, found her cell phone to check her e-mail and looked around the room.

It was huge, and plush. Damask draperies framed the windows, thick cords held them back. She’d never seen a bed as big as the one on which she sat. It had to have been custom made it was so large, yet it hadn’t seemed that big with the three of them in it. The thick duvet that covered her lap was a contrasting material to the drapes.

She laughed to herself. She felt oddly like a princess.

To her shock she realized that, distracted, she’d eaten every bite of the food.

Stepping into the bathroom again had been like walking into a sybarite’s delight. The bath was the size of a small pond, easily large enough to fit several people, while the shower had been one of those multi-head, massage and sauna combinations. It felt like heaven to have the water pound over all her stretched and delightfully strained muscles.

Then she’d dressed and wandered as she scrunched her damp hair.

Continuing her exploration, she opened another door, this one on the lower floor, to find a long, dark, wood-paneled room with high clerestory windows. It looked like nothing else than an ancient dining hall. An antique refectory table stretched nearly the length of the room and could easily seat twenty people. Beside it was a long serving table. Beneath was another thick Persian rug over a wood floor. Real wood by the look and the wear of it.

The next room simply took her breath away.

Circular, it was surprisingly large and yet still managed to be cozy somehow.

Between the large windows with their views of the city below was coffered wood paneling that covered all the walls but one, and that one had a fireplace with a broad marble mantle stretched over it. A portrait, clearly of Julian with his widow’s peak, yet just as clearly centuries old by the armor and clothing he wore, hung above it.

The floor was covered by another Persian carpet, this one clearly old, worn and somehow comfortable. A desk of some dark wood with reddish undertones, maybe mahogany, filled one end. Two upholstered wing chairs with a small table in front and between them, sat before the fire. On the table was a tray with an etched glass decanter filled with some golden liquid, probably whiskey. Beside the decanter were four small glasses.

Brilliant sunlight filled the room.

This was where the butler - a butler, for heaven’s sake - a very nice man by the name of Gordon, had told her she would find Julian.

In Julian’s study.

Find him she did.

He stood by one of the windows, his dark head a little bowed, papers in his hand.

Once more her breath caught, but this time at the sight of him.

Sunlight gleamed brilliantly from his black hair, illuminating the strong features of his face and his firm mouth. He wore a silk shirt loose and unbuttoned over a pair of matching silk lounging pants, the open shirt revealing the deeply curved muscles of his chest and his washboard abs.

Her mouth watered almost instantly just at the sight of him. She wanted to devour every inch of his body. She went hot and wet in an instant at the memory of his cock inside her, the way it had stretched her, filled her. It had been a long time since she’d been with anyone, and her craving for him, for Nico, was nearly insatiable. She didn’t know how long this would last, but she intended to make the most of it.

“Just how rich are you?” she asked.

Whatever apprehensions she might have had about the situation fled at the warmth in his eyes when he saw her standing there.

Julian looked up and smiled, just at the sight of her, both amused at her question and heartened. Most women in the circles he traveled never mentioned money, it was considered unseemly, yet all of them found ways to determine it. He found Rafi’s directness and honesty refreshing.

“Very,” he answered. Instantly he set his papers aside and went to her. “In fact I spend a great deal of my time advising other very rich men on how to invest their money. Which is enough to satisfy a number of institutions on the matter of how I came by my own.”

It had become more and more necessary over the decades to find such explanations. That was the only up side to the current situation regarding paranormals. At least now such trivialities wouldn’t be necessary. It would also just make men like him somewhat easier to find.

He shook off his presentiments. That was for tomorrow and would come soon enough. For now, he had far more pressing matters. Rafi.

It was clear she’d just showered, she smelled fresh and clean, and looked heavenly. Desire tugged deep.

“Rafita,” he said, a moment before he slid his hands into her hair and took her mouth.

That kiss erased the last of Rafi’s doubts.

He didn’t just kiss her, he devoured her, that incredible mouth of his covered hers fiercely, possessed it, his tongue going deep as one hand curled in her hair while the other slid down her back to draw her body close and hard against him.

Rafi let out a long sigh and simply drowned in the taste of him, her tongue tangling with his, every inch of her body going hot as she slid her hand up into his silky hair to pull his mouth harder against hers. She could feel the strong muscles of his chest against her breasts, separated from her only by the silk dress someone - probably Julian - had laid out for her. Her nipples pebbled at the feel of those hard muscles against her.

Clearly reluctant to do so, he pulled a little away to cup his hand lightly around her cheek.