Captiva Master - Vampire Warewolf Menage Six Feet Under Series Book 4) (16 page)

“What if I don’t want to?”

“I’m a born predator. My nose hardly fails me,” he said softly. “I scent you need my discipline. First things first, off with your clothes.” When she hesitated, he taunted, “I dare you to live in this world you hate, Dakota. Live big. Live now. Accept the hand of your Master.” He settled onto a chair fit for a diabolical king, the carved wood twining far above his head, his knees parted, and his boots flat against the floor. He tossed his hair over his shoulder and relaxed against its unforgiving, wooden back.

Her mouth watered as his stomach muscles rippled with his movements. She didn’t understand what he did to her. “I bet you really sleep on a bed of nails.”

“Don’t tempt me, you may have to join me over those wicked nails sooner than you think.” He waved his hand at her in a get-on-with-it gesture.

She shored up her courage, the same she’d used when getting naked for Adam. Sure, Maestru had briefly seen her naked at her father’s store, had touched her between the legs, but he was sitting there – king of his domain – watching her put on this impromptu floorshow. Dakota moved as quickly as she could and yanked down the garment, her nipples puckering under his perusal while standing in nothing but his
collar,
since she forewent underwear.

“Perfect, just as I remembered,” he praised. “Climb onto the marble.”

Silently, she curled her body over the sleek stone, the marble felt silky against her skin, like glass, and settled into a sitting position.

Their eyes met when he asked, “Do you enjoy the cool stone against your pussy?” She nodded, splaying her hands on her thighs, itching to touch herself. “Don’t masturbate,” he warned darkly. “Get on your hands and knees.”

Again, Dakota obeyed. No matter her anger over the collar, something inside drove her to do his bidding. Maestru’s heat neared her when he suddenly reached beneath her body and gave her heavy, dangling breasts light smacks, the mounds swinging in response, the action heating her womb until she clenched her thighs in want. “Oh,” she moaned, as he caressed away the sting with his gloved hands, suddenly pinching her right nipple until it burned with sensual fire.

“Wait until I feed from these morsels.” He released his hold on her nipple and the blood rushed back in, causing her to nearly sob. “You’ll
die
from the pleasure.” Her nipples hardened to pink diamonds, longing for him to do just that. Maestru’s breath fanned across her back before stopping at her ass, inspecting her. “You have a fuckable ass, Dakota, what a joy I’ll find in claiming you there.”

There wasn’t any way Maestru was fucking her ass. Sure, Adam had put his fingers there, but fucking was another thing altogether. However, her protest died on her lips, when he trailed the backs of his knuckles down her dark crevice. “Maestru.”

“Dakota,” he whispered, “Shall I gag you?”

A gag? Admittedly, that piqued her curiosity, but no. “What was in the other box?”

Maestru ignored her. Instead, he put a leather-clad hand between her clenched thighs, pushing until she was forced to separate them wider. “Ah, yes, the picture of perfect submission. Bring your right knee up a few inches, hands over your head, clasping them together. Now, lower your head on the marble and turn to the side.”

She gasped. “Adam!”

Adam stood completely naked, his desire for her evident as his funky Habaline cock pointed straight at her. Maestru’s hands left her before she heard the rustling of leather and…could that be a belt? It had that telltale rattle to it. “Both of you?” she asked when a leather belt swiped her pussy, back and forth, the sharp edges abrading her folds just short of painful.

Adam moved to the opposite side of the table, dangling his cock over her face. “Do you want either of us to leave?”

“No,” she groaned, arching her ass higher for Maestru’s touch, while staring at the crystalline drop setting in Adam’s slit. Another swipe of the belt, followed by Maestru fondling her breasts, and she verged an embarrassingly needy climax.

Maestru’s hand flattened between her breasts as he pressed himself against her naked back, the rise and fall of his chest harsh and fast. “I will spank your gorgeous ass while you suck off Adam.”

Adam tapped her bottom lip with his finger, the lightest touch, and nodded at his erection. “I would enjoy your mouth.”

She lifted her hand and traced the satiny skin of his alien cock, her pulse pounding in her core, Dakota’s wetness coating her entrance in preparation for him. “I want you, Adam.” When her nail grazed one of the pulsating blue cords running beneath his skin, much in the way of a human male’s veins, he shuddered nearly violently. So, she gripped his tip with her fist and stroked him to the base, twisting her hand at the end and pressing into those cords. He released a strangled growl, half agony, and half hunger. The belt disappeared from her core right when she took Adam’s salty head in her mouth. Dakota flickered her tongue inside the slit to taste his need for her. A whirling blast of air preceded the first whack of Maestru’s belt. Although her entire body gave a sudden jolt, sliding her mouth midway down Adam’s outrageous erection, the pain across her butt wasn’t as bad as she expected, but more of a sinuous burn.

Adam muttered a curse and wrapped one palm around her nape, and with his other hand, he replaced her hand at his base. “Grip the edge of the slab, Dakota.” He slid himself from her mouth, the cords seeking her out as they passed her wet tongue. “I’ll keep you from taking too much of me.” There sure was a lot of him, and Dakota was shocked he’d fit inside her already, no wonder she’d bled so much.

Consecutively, Maestru smacked her three times, stoking her flames. She whimpered, unable to keep Adam inside her mouth the way she would have liked, but she made up for it with long licks and sucking pulls, until Adam suddenly backed away. Staring down at her, he said, “I want my scent on you.” Lifting his cock, he flattened it against his stomach, exposing his heavy balls. Slowly, he rubbed them over her throat, up her jaw, and across her lips.

“Two more.” Maestru warned, hitting her pussy just right, the ache nearly pushing her over her climatic cliff, but she stopped short. She sucked on Adam’s balls and nuzzled the soft flesh as he rolled his hips. She lapped at the coarser skin beneath them, sliding one in and out of her mouth, before sucking it roughly. Adam’s thighs flexed as she nipped his scrotum, closing her teeth over the skin and then grazing it.

Circling his gloved thumb over her pink rosette and easing his index finger inside her clenching pussy, Maestru murmured to Adam, “She is completely drenched.” It was a strange sensation, his covered fingers working her most private places.

“How do you know?” She hissed, pulling away from Adam, when Maestru circled his wrist, reaching high into her channel. “You’re wearing those damned gloves.” Of course, they’d done the trick, supplying textured friction where she’d never experienced it, in a different way than Adam’s funky cords.

Instead of answering her, Maestru removed his hand from her body and dangled the belt between Adam and Dakota, showing the glistening evidence of her arousal. “Wait until I sink into you for the first time.”

Adam kneeled down, cupping her face, and kissed her. Sucking on her tongue, he cleaned the salty taste of his cock and balls right from her mouth as Maestru pulled back his belt and delivered the final blow. “Oh!” she cried out, her pussy throbbing uncontrollably. No matter how much she relaxed into the sensation or gave into the alarming tension, she couldn’t quite make it.

When Maestru stopped, he dropped the belt on the floor. She gasped around Adam’s tongue as cool air stroked her burning ass, realizing Maestru was blowing his breath on her. Maestru reached between her legs, pinched her clit, and scraped fangs over the globes of her ass. Then one long, gloved finger drove into her anus, circling. She shuddered at the invasion.

“Push out,” Maestru coaxed. “Keep your legs open for me.” His finger left her and then Dakota felt cool lubricant on her crevice before he thrust two fingers back into her dark hole. A moment passed before she felt an object, as smooth as the marble beneath her, replace his fingers and slide into her ass.

Adam had his hand around her neck, rubbing her nape. “She’s virginal there,” he said to Maestru.

Maestru lifted her torso against his front while keeping her on her knees. One hand pressed against her stomach, the other holding what must be a dildo in place. It was so tight inside her, shifting upward, his hand wiggling it slightly. “Too tight.”

Adam placed both hands on the marble and latched onto her clitoris, coaxing her nub out of its hood. When her clit obeyed, he sucked her hard, tormenting her where Maestru had left her slightly sore from his pinching, with his heated mouth. When she tensed again, pressing her thighs together, she couldn’t orgasm.

Maestru hissed, while pressing against her stomach in a way that made her even more aware of the phallus inserted deep within her ass. “Keep them apart.”

His silky hair caressed the globes of her ass while he moved his hand, circling the object to widen her for their subsequent invasions. When she started to throb mercilessly in both openings, one feeding from the other, she cried out in frustration. Adam pulled away from her clitoris and rubbed his strong hands all over her body, gentling her as Maestru widened her. “This is maddening!” But oh so good, she reminded herself, wondering when she’d ever felt so alive and out of control in the most erotic way.

“Trust us,” Adam pleaded, his hand replacing Maestru’s on her stomach as Maestru entered her vagina again with his gloved hands. He worked an opposite rhythm. His leather-clad fingers going up, while his hand eased the dildo down, back and forth for several cycles. When he finally removed his gloved hand and gently disengaged the smooth object from her ass, Maestru sniffed between her thighs, pressing his nose exactly where she longed for him to lick her. “Dakota’s musk and her virgin blood, so intoxicating.” His fingers pressed her reddened cheeks together; reminding her how empty she was without the phallus. “You are a heady combination no vampire can refuse. Adam and I must protect you at all costs. Can you understand this?”

She understood, didn’t mean she liked it. “Yeah.”

In a spinning move, she was in Maestru’s arms as he carried her to a circular bed covered in platinum moiré silk. “I’m dangling over the fence, Coven Master, and I’m thinking you’re hexing me with some anti-orgasm voodoo,” she growled, nuzzling the side of his face until she found his ear, and then yanking it between her front teeth.

“You are correct, and you’ll remember this the next time you do something utterly foolish.” Maestru said, placing her in the middle of the bed, the textured silk abrading her red bottom.

Maestru remained standing, and she closed her knees when he tried to slip his hand between them. “You are a naughty vampire.”

“Me, naughty?” He suggestively licked her arousal from his gloves before tossing them somewhere over her head. “Now, Lucy, didn’t I just find you and Ethel sneaking around my house dressed like extras from the Pink Panther?” He shook his head in mock dismay. “You’re lucky I don’t shackle you to the wall over there, staring at you beautiful body while lounging on this bed and masturbating.”

Dakota snarled, her chest growing tight when she saw the chains. “How many women have you chained there? Or better yet, how many have been in this bed, on this very silk.” She sat up, inching away, the movement scratching her inflamed flesh, inciting her empty anus to cry out for more.

“No one.” Maestru stared down at her with hunger, his cheekbones sharpening beneath his skin, his irises bleeding into the whites. Slowly, he kicked off his boots and removed his pants, exposing every square inch of his velvet-covered body. He was beautiful, truly breathtaking, and the lips of her sex grew thickly swollen, her moisture lubricating them. Her eyes dropped to his erection and her brow furrowed, not just due to the length and girth, they were impressive in themselves. However, where Adam was clearly alien, Maestru was clearly
metal
. “What is that?” she asked cautiously.

“A circlet I earned when I became a Coven Master,” he said, breathing through parted lips, running his hand down his stomach, slowly, until he reached his cock. “Not to worry, you will enjoy me.” With his signature arrogance, he stroked himself perfectly, his sex growing impossibly larger, his balls tight and laden.

He covered her body with his six and half foot frame, dwarfing her, a woman who never before felt petite in a feminine way. Dakota kissed his chin, his lips, unsure of how to take on such fangs, since they seemed larger than usual. “Maestru,” she said, swallowing roughly, “I want to drink you.”

“Dakota,” Maestru warned. “I will always provide for your needs, though you will have to wait until later.” He wrapped her legs around his waist and plunged into her, spreading her swollen nether lips with his inhuman girth. She opened her mouth to question him about the circlet, which felt as though it were rotating inside her, but Maestru placed a fingertip on her lips, shushing her. “Give into the sensation. It’s all for you, only for you.” As his cock pressed into her, rocking back, and inching in, Dakota couldn’t help from succumbing to her Coven Master. Gently, Maestru brushed the hair from her forehead, peppering kisses over the stones covering her throat. “There you go, Love.” Adam reclined next to them, his face against her throat as Maestru quickened his pace, hitting her inner walls in a frantic pace. High inside her channel, where she was most sensitive, the circlet swirled once more, blinding her. She opened her mouth as the cries left her throat, her orgasm spiraling through her before it released along with Maestru. He hissed menacingly, wrapped his mouth over the column of her throat and bit her deeply, piercing her flesh until the pleasure-pain catapulted her into yet another, greater climax. When she convulsed around him, her body drew his hot fluid deep inside, coating her rippling flesh with his claiming.

When the cellar finally stopped spinning, and she regained use of her eyes, she found Maestru pressing the tip of his nose against hers, waiting for her to catch her breath. “Hi,” she said weakly.