Captiva Master - Vampire Warewolf Menage Six Feet Under Series Book 4) (19 page)

“Whomever I hunted and fed from, I did not fuck nor did I want to fuck.” He inhaled deeply at her throat. “You, I want to hunt and fuck. Always.”

Now, her underwear was sticking to her damp folds. “You’re to the point.”

“Contessa Malcov, we are mated for life,” he whispered, nipping at her throat, sending shivers all over the place.

“You didn’t exactly ask me to marry you.”

“Come now, there’s no room in my heart for anyone else, certainly you feel the same way, though you pretend otherwise.” He swiped her pussy with his leg, grinding hard just where she needed it, and stopped right when she clenched her legs around his thigh. “Maybe, you’ve forgotten that I love you.”

“My mom loved my dad.”

“We’re not going to leave you,” Adam murmured, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I hate that you’re insecure, but I understand this is new to you. After all, you’re freshly transformed, possibly in the way of an Undead?” He looked to Maestru for confirmation.

“As far as her emotions go, she’s about half as volatile,” Maestru agreed.

“So, My Mate,” Adam went on, I can show you how to control your spiraling urges and possible rages, until you become accustomed to whatever changed inside your body.”

“Why couldn’t the outside have changed?” she complained. “Couldn’t my transformation, as you call it, have whittled me down to a size in the single digits?” Why was she being insecure about her body again? Hadn’t she beaten that down a million times over by now, promising her mirrored reflection she was beautiful? Yeah, she definitely had. God, her head was really malfunctioning today.

Maestru put a single hand under her ass and lifted her high against the wall, putting them face-to-face. “Apart from those sexy fangs, I would have been sorely disappointed if your body had changed.” He leaned into her, squeezing her ass with his firm fingers. “I want it all, just like this.”

In an immediate and profound sensual fog, she whispered, “You think my fangs are sexy?”

He growled his reply. “Back at the house, Adam and I will teach you to use them for feeding, and then, mmm, for sexual gratification. This will be the last time I feed you by opening myself first.” He punctured his throat. “Now, I haven’t the time to heal from your tearing out my throat with your inexperience.”

“What if the elevator doors open?” she asked.

Adam leaned in and kissed her upturned mouth. “They will when I allow it.”

When Adam stepped back, she wrapped her arms around Maestru’s shoulders, running her fingers over his muscles and bones as she fastened her mouth over his wound, sucking. Maestru was so tall and imposing, yet she wasn’t quite as frightened of him anymore. At least,
that
had changed. Sexy didn’t begin to describe him. He wasn’t wearing leather this morning, but a pair of low-slung jeans and another deep-colored Henley, ankle high combat boots replaced his typical knee-length boots. She ground herself on his erection and a low hiss left him. His hands slid underneath her panties, tearing them away, his fingers stroking her softly, teasing. Adam misted and reformed behind her, easing her away from the wall by holding her up for Maestru. She could feel Adam’s hard-planed torso pressing against her back.

Adam’s breath skimmed the top of her head when he said, “I’ve been trying to get inside her all day.” Maestru spread the lips of her sex wide, twisting his long fingers high in her channel, swirling his wrist, before coming down, and pinching her throbbing clitoris. Dakota felt sensations anew, her nerve endings far more sensitive than they were before, and when she pulled away from Maestru’s throat, instinctively licking his wound closed with her tongue, she groaned so loudly that Adam covered her mouth with his palm. “Hush, now, my little female. We’re in public.”

She rocked her naked hips against Adam, her dress riding high, and licked the inside of his palm as he continued covering her mouth. Her nether lips swelled, her clit as hard as her males’ erections, she was gasping for relief. With that similar thought, she heard Adam and Maestru unfastening their jeans, felt one thick crown rolling over her swollen nub, while the other scraped her inner thigh. Moaning behind Adam’s hand, closing her eyes, she lifted her ass and took one of them deep inside her, until she felt his zipper. The cock filling her so completely, the zipper abrading her pubic hair and dripping lips, a metallic rotation sent her g-spot rocking. Maestru, she realized, just as Adam removed his hand and Maestru forced his tongue in her mouth, uncaring that she was inept with her new teeth, unintentionally slicing him with her fangs repeatedly. When Dakota felt her first jarring inner convulsion, he slipped out of her vaginal grip, and repositioned his dick over her clitoris, rubbing his circlet over her swollen mound. Adam lifted her a few inches and brought her down on his huge length, driving her in what felt like vampire speed, as Maestru’s cock pressed steadily onto her front. She shouted out around Maestru’s tongue as Adam pushed her to a shattering orgasm, one nearly endless ripple after another and another. The contractions clenched every muscle inside her, squeezing her womb tightly. It was ecstasy. It was agony. Immortal orgasms were unlike those she’d enjoyed as a human, and Dakota was truly worried she’d die from these unknown sensations.

“Bring her down, Adam,” Maestru said, nibbling at the side of her mouth, pulling his cock away from her mound. “She’s too overwhelmed.”

“So am I.” Adam jerked, his thighs quivering, and then froze before she felt the hot jets of his semen splashing inside her. Her vagina was still experiencing aftershocks, and his orgasm had fueled her spasms. “She felt unbelievable before,” he gasped, releasing another round of cum, “but now.’

“I noticed,” Maestru moaned, pinching the tip of his cock to ward off his need.

“Put it inside,” she whimpered to Maestru, wondering how she was going to walk, as the sounds of a working hospital met her ears once more.

“Not that I don’t enjoy hearing your pleasure, but you are too loud, Contessa. He kissed the necklace he’d placed on her, the one she couldn’t take off, though, strangely, she didn’t want to remove it anymore than he did.

Both males straightened her dress, Maestru then tucking her destroyed panties deep in his pocket while wearing a secret smile. The elevator moved with a sudden lurch so Adam wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her completely at standing. Funny, as weak as she’d felt from her overwhelming orgasm, it only took a few seconds for Dakota to regain her strength. “I’m okay,” she said, squeezing Adam’s forearm, sensing his delicious blood pumping through his veins.

“Not merely okay,” Maestru murmured, cupping her face. “Perfect, absolutely perfect.”

She shrugged sheepishly. “I’m still hungry.”

Adam tightened his hold on her. “I’ll feed you right after we see your father. Oh, it will be my pleasure.”

Dakota caught an unfamiliar odor just as Maestru sighed. Tapping her nose, he explained without her asking, “You’re smelling a werewolf.” His body instantly tensing, his head careened in that inhuman way as the elevator doors parted.

“Dakota!” Renee screamed from the hallway, elbowing between Dakota, Maestru, and Adam. “Dru told me you were going to be fine, but it had been another week. I couldn’t help but worry.” She planted a kiss on Dakota’s cheek, squeezing her arms, though Adam kept his hold on her.

“I’m happy to be missed,” Dakota replied. “Did you hear that my father is awake?” Maestru turned to Arian and Bane, discussing something in low tones, even Dakota couldn’t hear with her improved senses. She couldn’t help but wonder if their conversation had anything to do with what Maestru was discussing with Dru earlier.

“Dru told me,” Renee said, “I wanted to sneak in and tell Randall hello, but Bane thought he’d already worn him out, though they’d only talked for a few minutes.

Dakota felt Adam tense behind her, but she kept her voice steady when she asked, “So, you weren’t in Dad’s room when Bane was?”

“No, Arian took me to get some coffee,” she answered, her brows scrunching in the middle. “Do you want me to go with you now?”

“Thanks, but I’ll be fine.”

Bane moved down an opposite corridor. Adam ushered Dakota from the elevator as Arian and Renee boarded. When the doors started closing, Renee shouted, “We’re heading to Six Feet Under. Meet us.”

Dakota glanced Maestru’s way and caught him shaking his head at Adam. Easily, she spotted her father’s room. “Before you two insist that I can’t have play dates with my friends, and we get into a heated discussion of which I’ll win hands-down, allow me some privacy with Dad.” For whatever reason, Maestru and Adam looked like they wanted to argue about that, too, so she spun on her heels and opened the door.

Maestru and Adam collectively studied the restroom door, sensing a familiar power fissure. Two seconds later, a deeply disturbed Oycher, dressed in civilian clothes, stepped out while scowling in disgust. “I’ve never once been lulled into a false sense of security,” he quietly hissed Maestru’s way, “but I was thinking I’d seen it all. I’ve been proven wrong.”

Adam’s widened eyes flicked to the restroom door and back to Oycher. “Some humans aren’t fastidious.”

“Not the restroom, Adam, I’m talking about the morgue.”

Maestru raised a censoring brow. “You haven’t time to raise and care for an Undead, Oycher. Have you forgotten, when you were a Youngling -”

“Forgive this interruption, My Master, but the same thing that’s amiss on this floor,” Oycher clarified, gesturing around the corridor, “is also amiss in the morgue.”

Rage burned through Maestru’s veins, far worse than it had this morning when Dru had phoned him about his new father-n-law. “Tell me there aren’t any children involved.”

“Bane is slipping in and out with the werewolves and our soldiers, searching for just that.” Oycher shoved glasses on his nose when a passerby gave him a startled look. “So far, all children remain untouched.”

“You don’t scent any Habalines, do you?” Adam inquired.

“Oh, no, this is all vampire,” Oycher replied, “I think you should get down there, My Master, and see if you recognize the markings.”

“How many bites are there?”

“It’s not how many there are,” he said. “It’s the same exact bite on every human.”

Adam asked through clenched teeth. “Was it the same bite Dru found on Dakota’s father?”

“I think so, but these are fresher, just happened this morning. It might be easier for My Master to detect.”

The three turned their heads to the muffled sounds of Dakota crying. Maestru walked in the room behind Adam, finding her in a chair holding her father’s hand, wiping her eyes with the other.

Adam smoothed her long hair over her shoulder and then gently rubbed her tense muscles. “Dakota, what is it?”

“She just missed her old man,” Randall said weakly, patting her arm, his skin ashen and paper thin, though he was only forty-six. “She was always…an emotional one, but I wouldn’t want her any other way.”

Oycher signaled to Maestru, whispering, “I see her childhood, flashing before her mind, but…has she turned in some way?”

“She awakened from our mating as what Dru is classifying as a vampiress.” Randall continued to talk with Adam and Dakota, while Maestru asked, “You cannot read her mind any longer?”

“I can read her mind, though it’s faster…more difficult, but also there’s a block on the particular memory she’s having.”

“A block placed by a vampire?”

“Yes. The roses triggered it.” Oycher waved a hand at a nearby flower arrangement on Randall’s bedside table, “yet the block is fighting back. It’s as though her mind is stuttering, maybe due to her unusual transformation. This can be damaging. As Dakota’s protector, I fear for her.”

Maestru swung his gaze to Dakota, noticing her holding her head. “I can’t read her mind, but I sure as hell can break a block. Can you get me inside?”

“We can try, but the memory is slipping. Move fast.”

Adam had heard everything, quickly waving a hand in front of Randall’s face and sending him into a light slumber.

“Why did you do that?” Dakota sobbed, turning to Adam furiously.

Instead of answering her, Adam addressed Oycher, “Do you want my mate to remain awake?”

“Yes, I don’t want her entering a dreaming state,” Oycher explained. “Dakota, I want you to stare at those roses.”

“I hate roses,” she snarled.

“I’m going to help you,” Maestru said, stepping over and kissing her gently. “I swear it. Your mind is struggling.”

“I told you, because of you,” she accused. “I’m confused all the time.”

“You’ll feel better afterwards.” Maestru couldn’t go into her emotional issues now, since he had a wall to tear down. “This is painless, and Oycher can direct me in assisting you. Concentrate on the roses.”

“No.”

“You will concentrate on the roses,” Adam demanded, coercing Dakota. Her eyes went to the flowers, and in a fraction of a second, her body trembled in fear.

“Adam,” Maestru whispered, “cast miasma out in case she starts screaming.”

“Not a problem,” he said sadly, cradling her in his beefy arms as though she were an infant, his eyes shining with love and concern.

“She’s there, in the memory,” Oycher said, the orange of his eyes bleeding into the whites. “Tap me.” He pointed to his throat. “I’ll send the images to you, through my blood”

Maestru moved behind Oycher, gripping the big male in a predatory hold, and bit down. The hospital room went out of focus, narrowing until a grey fog covered Maestru’s mind. Then he saw her, his beautiful Dakota as a child, her hands placed against a crystalline door. He approached the door, which was acting as a shield, and read the inscription, saw the seal of the Dynasty Empire. He shook his head, wondering who of his own people had done this to her and why. It was going to be tough, but he could break this. He would do this for her, anything for his beloved. Maestru closed his eyes, reaching out and sensing a sick feeling of compression. He felt crimson and bronze runes stirring in the breeze, sensed her shivering in trapped confusion, and if she weren’t fighting so hard to free herself of this hold, he may not have done it without her. “You’re going to be all right, Dakota,” he swore. “I’m going to rupture this door, stand back, avert your eyes.” With all his might, Maestru pushed through, shattering the runes into crimson and bronze dust. He stepped across the glowing threshold, and then he was sucked into her mind, seeing what she was seeing, feeling the pain destroying her heart:
Dakota listened to the stove timer droning on and on, her tenth birthday cake burning to a chocolate crisp inside, although the air was filled with a heavy dose of copper and salt. She stared at the broken crystal dotting the kitchen floor, a river of water flowing between the green stems, red velvet petals, and baby’s breath. Mamma bought me roses for my birthday, she thought, picking up her mother’s prized apron streaked in cake batter and rust. In her side vision, she noticed movement.