Born Again (14 page)

The pricks were long sealed from what Sara and Francesca
could see, yet he continued to lick, soothing long laps across the neck of the
man before him.

* * * * *

Sara did agree to give up her apartment, permanently this
time and while moving her into the separate households, both guys continued
dropping hints and nagged her constantly, each trying to sway her to his race. Competition
revved up again between the two of them, although they were careful not to let
it get ugly.

Aric glorified the life of a vampire, while downplaying the
fact that she would never have sunlight, or eat and must drink blood.

“How is it that we had dinner parties? I met you in a store
that prepares food, for heaven’s sake.”

“We fake it. You never actually saw me, Francesca or Rafe
actually bring food into our mouths, your brain simply assumed we did. Why else
would we be in on a dinner party, if we didn’t eat?”

“I love food,” she protested.

“Baby, I can eat a lot of it,” Beau taunted, over Aric’s
voice. “Higher metabolism means I eat constantly. Great benefits for the
werewolves.”

“Isn’t it painful to change?” Aric mentioned, earning a
glare from Beau.

“Childbirth is painful too, but women still do it, correct?”

Sara shuddered. “I can’t imagine going through childbirth every
full moon, twice to switch back and forth.”

“Isn’t it just as bad to never again lie in the sun?” Beau asked,
flexing his own tanned muscles enough to make her drool.

“I do not miss the sun. I can be exposed to it for short
periods and tanning is not all it’s cracked up to be,” Aric said.

“Ahh, but how old do you have to be to build up exposure? Sara
will have to avoid it completely for a long, long time.”

“You know,” Sara interrupted, “neither of your lives sounds
all that glorious.”

“A human servant, then,” Aric suggested.

“A what?”

“My human servant. You tie yourself to me, my blood donor
throughout eternity. You gain immortality with our connection, for my food
source must live as long as I.”

“Bullshit,” Beau protested, anger in his face. “Tell her the
rest.”

“What’s the rest?” Sara asked, alarmed.

Aric hurriedly reassured her. “Not that bad, sweet. It’s
just that you and I, well, we’ll have a permanent attachment to each other. Forever.
An increased need for each other. It’s nature’s way of ensuring that a human
servant will always be there for her master after she gains immortality. That
she won’t make off with a wolf afterward,” he said, with a pointed look at Beau.

“In other words, Sara,” Beau said, “your choice is taken
away. You’ll crave Aric more than you’ll crave the very air in your lungs.”

Sara shuddered. “That’s not fair to Beau, Aric. We don’t
know how I’ll feel about him should I be drawn to you.”

Aric inclined his head, stiffly. “It seems to be the only
option we have, if you don’t wish to become vampire or werewolf.”

“It’s not an option at all, if I lose from the mix,” Beau snarled
and Sara placed a calming touch on his arm.

“We’re not doing it. I think the three of us need to table
this discussion for tonight. Let’s show Beau to his room,” she said to Aric, “and
then decide where we’re having sex, because I just spent all this time with Beau
flexing his enormous muscles while moaning about suntanning.”

Beau groaned. “We have to do another threesome?”

“Of course not. You have the option of passing, but I didn’t
think Aric would pass just because you’re here. This is his night. I thought
maybe he’d share his night with you.”

“If that is what you desire,” Aric said, easily making her
happy.

And making Beau aware that he was not.

“I’d love to share your time, then,” Beau said, just as
graciously.

“Okay, you guys head upstairs and wait for me. I’ll grab a
little something from my suitcase and be up in a snap.”

They walked up the stairs, stiffly, as if they were afraid
to talk to one another, while Sara unzipped one of her suitcases that were
stacked on the floor.

She was searching for her new black negligee and its
matching red twin. They were both sheer gowns, cut exactly the same.

Finally, she pulled it from the case and fingered the soft,
expensive material. She rubbed it sensuously against her skin, imagining it
skimming over her erect nipples. And then she smiled.

Quickly, she strode from the room.

Aric and Beau were still seated in the master bedroom when
she poked her head in the door. Awkwardly, side by side and fully dressed. Obviously
remembering the intimacy of their feeding which they had no idea Sara knew
about.

She opened the door fully and stepped in dressed in the sexy
negligee, just to find them in the same old discussion they’d agreed to table.

“Not again,” she groaned, rolling her eyes.

“We’re not trying to make you choose, but we have to ensure
your immortality,” Aric said. “You never know when an accident may happen.”

“Guys, I took care of it.”

“What?” Beau asked, his brows knitted together. “How? I don’t
smell wolf on you.”

Sara glared.

“Or vampire,” he hastily amended.

The door opened and Francesca walked in. She was dressed
completely as the opposite of Sara. Black hair, dressed in a sheer red negligee
which allowed glimpses of her nude body to be viewed. Sara had red hair that
flowed down her back, with the negligee matching Francesca’s, but in black.

She rose and moved toward Chessie and greeted her by
pressing their soft, full breasts together. The sensation of another woman’s
soft body against hers was incredible and Sara was already revved up from
thinking of this earlier. From watching Francesca prepare herself, slowly
stripping while Sara watched. And now, Sara understood what it was like when
Francesca watched Sara dress and undress for dinner once.

“What—” Aric began.

“I’m immortal now.” Sara reached out and cupped the full
breasts of her master in her hands, fingering her nipples.

Francesca leaned her head back and moaned. The link of her
human servant increased her sensitivity to her touch, ensuring the bond between
them. It made her crave Sara’s touch, much as she now craved her blood as her
only food source.

“Another woman?” Beau asked, incredulous.

For her response, Sara stepped behind Francesca and wrapped
her arms around her best friend.

“That is so sexy,” Beau said and his eyes blazed with fire.

“Sexy enough for the four of us to enjoy ourselves? Aric,
what about you?” Sara asked.

“I knew you and Francesca were best friends and had a deep
relationship previously, but I didn’t realize you were so close now. Don’t get
me wrong, I wanted you to be together again, I find it incredibly erotic to
watch two women make love. I have to confess my disappointment that you will
never be my human servant, though. Still, I respect your decision.”

“Thank you. Now, are we ready for playtime?”

Sara pressed her pelvis against Francesca’s full buttocks,
moving her forward slowly to the bed, thigh pressed against thigh.

Beau was more than ready to play. He eagerly looked at the
luscious nude body before him and when Sara stopped, pausing Francesca before
him, he reached out and ripped the filmy material from her body, exposing pale
vampire flesh.

He watched when Sara’s fingers reached around to find the
glistening pink folds and rubbed gently. He took the fingers that were delving
into the swollen flesh and sucked them.

“I’ve never been with a vampire,” he said, against the
fingers of his mate.

Francesca lifted her head from where it lay back on Sara’s
shoulder and looked directly into his eyes. “Careful, sometimes we bite. You’ll
like it.”

“You bit as a human, if I remember correctly.”

“Beau, you’ve been with Francesca?” Sara asked and truly
missed the loss of her memory. The sight of the two of them together was something
she really wanted to see.

“Yes. Back when you and she were playful witches, frolicking
about nude under the moonlight, performing rituals and ceremonies the rest of
us could only guess at. Back before Aric turned her.”

“You enjoyed her then? How about now?”

“Let me nibble first, see if she tastes the same and then I’ll
let you know,” Beau said, his blue gaze penetrating. He leaned back on the bed
and Sara helped Francesca straddle his open mouth.

Francesca lowered her bald, nether lips to him and almost
jerked at the first passing of his tongue. “Ohmigod,” she said to Sara, “his
mouth is so hot.”

Sara nodded, pleased that Francesca could experience this
and pleased that Beau was willing to share.

Francesca thought she misunderstood. “No, I mean hot as in
temperature. He’s hotter, at least ten degrees. An oven,” she moaned.

“I know, sweetie. Magnificent, isn’t it? You’re not going to
be able to last long at all.”

Francesca lowered her quivering body back down and began
gasping for air, her moans frantic as she arched her back and thrust her
pointed nipples into the air.

Sara leaned back and studied the cock that was stiffly
protruding over the nest of coarse, blond curls. Her eyes roved over the thick,
muscular thighs and took in the turgid cock. It was hard and swollen, pointed
north and slightly curved. The head was purple and it looked smooth and silky. Leaning
over, she sucked it into her own mouth, wanting to swallow his climax when it
came.

Her gown was being pushed up over her hips and then a long,
cool latex-covered cock slid into her dripping passage.

“Oh, Aric,” she moaned around the heady thickness of her
mate.

Aric moved slowly at first, reaching deep spots inside her,
teasing, stroking, feeling every swollen inch of her. Cool long fingers spread her
cheeks and massaged the passageway between them.

She arched her back and savored the incredible sensations
Aric knew how to evoke from her. Then, she realized, Aric knew her from before.
He knew what she craved as Seraphina and he used that knowledge to his
advantage this century.

Her inner sheath was so swollen it felt tight around his
cock. She knew he felt the same when his hard shaft quivered in her body and he
fought to control himself. She began to thrust with him, her hips swinging
backward to meet his force.

Beau was close and by Francesca’s high-pitched wails, she
was nearly there. When Francesca came, Beau rammed his cock up into Sara’s
mouth and Sara cupped his balls, feeling the explosion start from there as they
quivered and the hot seed exploded down her throat. She drank him down, greedily,
forcing more from his body as he bucked and jerked.

Aric pounded her from behind, forcing her to climax before
him. The waves of ecstasy hit deep inside her, the scent and taste of wolf cock
still in her mouth and she cried out around the still stiff cock.

She rode the waves, letting them wash over her like waves
lapping up on shore and then Aric groaned and spurted deep within her. He came
so long and hard that she felt the vibrations of his orgasm deep inside her
swollen muscles.

Aric and Beau moved up to the pillows on top of the bed,
their cocks limp and depleted while Sara disposed of the condom and retrieved
warm cloths for her and Francesca to clean up with.

They wiped themselves slowly and Sara was starting to get
turned on again with the sight of Francesca spreading her legs to clean the
swollen, reddened flesh that had been tongued to completion.

Sara wiped at her own inner thighs and looked up to see
Francesca’s eyes on her sex and knew she felt the same way.

* * * * *

Some voices in the crowd were yelling, others were subdued,
knowing it could easily be them in the center of the bonfire.

Instead, two young women were tied to the posts. One black-haired,
the other with locks of deep red.

The fires lit and grew in size until they nearly reached the
feet of the bound women.

“Burn, witches, return to the flames of hell,” called out
the hooded priest, with his best voice of righteous indignation.

The flames licked at the dry wood, quickly catching. The
smell of bonfire turned the true witch’s stomach. Instead of screaming, which
was considered the “true proof” of being a witch, the women reached out for
each other and locked hands, tears cutting trails down their soot-streaked
cheeks as they gazed at each other.

At once, the flames exploded, sweeping six feet high, well
over the heads of the women.

In the flash of an eye, a bolt of lightning arced across the
clear sky and directly into the bonfire. To the rage-filled crowd, it appeared
as though the heavens above consented and aided the fire. But when the electric
glow dissipated, the women had disappeared, as though they’d been struck to
hell.

Gwynneth felt like cheering. She felt like laughing and
crying at the same time. She hated this reality, in which her “daughters” were
burned at the stake after Sara made the horrible mistake of choosing one man
over the other.

But the missing bodies could only mean one wonderful thing. Because
she knew that several centuries in the future, Sara Michaels had achieved her
goal.

* * * * *

Chessie pulled Sara’s head close to hers.

“I need you,” she moaned and licked at her throat. Sara knew
what she needed—a feeding. Vampire to her human servant, a magnified need that
only the two of them craved between them.

The thought of it made her core instantly heat, threatening
to ignite and moisture overflowed to trickle along her thighs.

“Where do you need it?” Sara whispered, letting a finger
rove over the head of Aric’s cock while Chessie watched.

Chessie laughed, her rich voice rolling over Sara like a
shiver. “I’d like to feed while you take that vampire cock into your body.”

Aric instantly pulled Sara onto his hard body, sinking into
her flesh, while Chessie climbed behind Sara and licked the side of her neck.

She opened her mouth wider, trying to take as much of the
sweet throat before her as she could, knowing her bite would bring Sara the
ultimate satisfaction with her body filled with Aric. Sara squirmed, opening
her thighs wide to straddle Aric’s waist, rubbing her clitoris pleasurably
against the coarse hair there. When Chessie bit, Sara exploded, grinding her
pelvis onto the hard cock below her.

* * * * *

The puritan priest narrowed his eyes as he stared at the
fire and then fixed his gaze on the crowd. He knew the women had disappeared
before burning.

His cloak caught on a gust of wind, whipping it from his
head and the face of the future Mike Johnson looked over the crowd.

Gwynneth hurried away, hating to know so many secrets in so
many realities, each and every one intertwined.

“Oh what a tangled web we weave…” she chanted.

The crowd parted for her, many people wary. For everyone
knew the old woman was crazy.

* * * * *

Forcibly, Beau flipped Chessie onto her back and spread her
thighs. He ground his sex into hers, their pelvises frantically rubbing
rhythmically against each other, pressing and releasing, creating a friction
between them that would become explosive. Beau lowered his mouth to the blood
that stained Chessie’s mouth and welcomed the taste of his own Seraphina on
another.

* * * * *

Gwynneth returned to Serra’s side, in the reality in which
it was the night of the full moon. The changed Beau howled in the distance,
wanting to get to Serra but unable. Although she couldn’t hear Aric, she knew
he also waited at the gated entrance, unable to step upon consecrated grounds.

Serra was gasping upon the bed, the dagger in her hand. “Well,
is it worth it, Gwynneth?”

“Aye, my love. It will all work out, ye are stronger than ye
realize in the future.”

“The three of us shall be happy finally?”

“Aye, along with Francesca and Raphael. All will be as it
should.”

“Okay. I’m ready to end this, then.”

“Yes, my love. And I shall be here. This time, ye will not
die alone. It will be happy and peaceful, because I will tell ye stories of the
future and of how much yer wolf and vampire love ye.”

Gwynneth, the trusted high priestess of the coven that she
and Francesca belonged to, lit expensive, scented candles around the bed. It
was unlike anything Seraphina had seen, the smell sweet and exotic, the wax
smooth and foreign.

“What is that?”

“Something from the future, sweetness. Smell the fragrance? Unlike
anything we have here. The happiness that occurs from the scent? This is what
ye shall know next, immediately after this night.”

“And you’ll be there for me? In the future? In case I don’t
remember any of this?”

“Aye, that’s what the candles are for. Not only to make your
transition pleasant, but to guarantee me own passage there. Relax now, sweet. Finish
it when ye are ready.”

* * * * *

Francesca left early, worried about Rafael being on his own
for too long. And as long as it was still night, she could shift shape and fly
home as a bat rather than needing the protection of a private jet, which took
longer anyhow.

She and Raphael were packing up and moving back here to the
States, now that Sara was her human servant. She couldn’t stand to be so far
away, needing to reach out and stroke her once in a while to be sure her sole
food source was real.

Sara felt the same need herself and agreed fully to
Francesca and Rafe moving back.

“I think we need one more threesome to relieve me and Aric,
since we mostly watched the last time.” Beau grinned.

“I agree,” Aric said quickly, a smile upon his handsome
face. “We have at least another hour before dawn.”

Sara almost rose to the teasing, ready to argue that they
were very active, when she realized it was to her benefit to simply agree.

* * * * *

One last thing to accomplish.

Gwynneth slipped through time and appeared in Beau’s office.

He stared, as if he’d seen a ghost. Well, to him she would
have been. It’d been centuries since he’d seen her last.

“Do ye still love yer Seraphina?” Gwynneth asked.

“Witch,” he growled. “Where is she?”

“She will be here soon. In the meantime, ye must become a
client of the business called Simply Dinner Solutions. They prepare meals.”

“How will I know her? Will she look the same?”

“Very similar, for her life is unresolved. And trust me, ye
will know when ye see her. Yer soul will never forget hers.”

She left him then and he smiled grimly. He’d get to her
before Aric.

Gwynneth appeared in the vampire home of Aric Ishee next.

“Yer friends, Francesca and Raphael, must come to visit now.
It is time.”

“Where is she?”

“Born again.”

* * * * *

For now, Sara lay with her lovers, holding a hand in each of
hers. Beau’s, darkly tanned and long-fingered and Aric’s, masculine and lightly
sprinkled with a fine dusting of hairs. Finally sated, the smell of sex still
in the air, the three of them waited for dawn.

“Did you guys enjoy everything tonight?” she asked, bringing
both hands up to her mouth to kiss.

“What man doesn’t enjoy two beautiful women?” Aric asked
wryly.

“Beau? How was your first experience with a vampire?”

“I think I could get used to vampires, Sara,” he said and
looked over at Aric.

“I’m so glad, my love,” she told him, as she swung her body
over his. “Now about that threesome…” her voice trailed off as she rubbed
herself against his coarse hair and she turned her head to glance at Aric.

Beau caught his hands around her waist, marveling at the way
he could enclose it with his palms alone.

He looked over at his enemy and he raised his hand, open-palmed.

Aric clasped his hand over Beau’s.

This time, they beat the odds.