Captiva Master - Vampire Warewolf Menage Six Feet Under Series Book 4) (23 page)

Maestru emitted a hiss that would frighten the dead. “I don’t think you’re tired one bit!” He reached between her and Adam’s bodies, tearing at the bit of silk covering her body and exposing her breasts to the air. Adam wallowed his face against her soppy pussy, back and forth, his whiskers delivering a shot of pleasure-pain to her secret lips – still sensitive from his washing. Maestru pressed his head between them as far as he could go, pulling the rosy crest of one breast between his fangs. He bit lightly, shaking her, and then pierced her.

Adam’s fangs scraped fleetingly along her pussy to her ass, where he cried out, “Her endorphins are rocking me high. She can’t control them. Ah, hell.”

“What more can a vampire want?” Maestru mumbled around her nipple, feeding from her, wiggling his tongue beneath the pink crest, and blasting her with his own sex-charged endorphins. They were working a circle, building the natural aphrodisiacs higher.

When Dakota felt no less than sated, she demanded Maestru recline on the bed next to Adam, taking both their cocks in hand and rubbing them in unison. Adam’s face was wet from her arousal, his tongue snaking out to lick his lips.

“I appreciate that you want to play with me, but I need to get inside you,” Adam hissed in the way of vampires when she stiffened her tongue and stabbed the slit atop his wet crown, tasting him there, working her hand in crazy speed. Could that be vampire speed?

Next, she turned to Maestru, scraping her fangs over the length of his cock while still working Adam with her hand. Maestru bucked his hips, aching for more. In a surprise move, she was then pinned beneath her two males. Maestru fastened his mouth back onto the breast he’d pierced with his fangs, and Adam did the same with her opposite breast, mimicking Maestru’s technique. She spread her legs wide as they slid their large hands to her sex. Each male thrust in a finger, impaling her together. One slid in while the other stayed stationary. The difference in their hands, the feel of their strength, made her crazy, especially when someone’s thumb, she didn’t know whose, grazed her puckered opening.

Dakota groaned, “Don’t hold back…I’m immortal now, right?”

“Yes, but you have to get used to these newer sensations,” Maestru explained huskily. “You need to find a place for them in your head.”

Their fingers working in tandem, one slid in while the other slid out. “But you can take me in vampiric speed, in vampiric strength without hurting me, right?”

“In theory, but you are new to this.” Adam rebutted.

“Try,” she whispered. “I want to go off with a bang tonight, forgetting what I saw, what I heard.”

“Halfway,” Maestru moved around, looking down at her skeptically, “we’ll move with half our immortal power and strength and then we’ll scent if you cannot handle it. And we’ll take you a special way most human females cannot handle, but with your immortal body, you’ll easily accommodate us.” Maestru said, reaching with his fingertips to trace her lips with her arousal and then going in for a diabolical kiss. When he pulled away, he said, “I love you.”

Part of her was still so angry with him for many things, and the image of him feeding from that naked female flashed into her head. Dakota thrust her fingers in his long hair, pulling his face exactly where she wanted it. Maestru licked her slowly, his breath beating against her sensitive flesh, as Adam left her breast and kissed her with licks and nips around the edges of her mouth, his arousal-slickened fingers sliding to her ass and dipping inside.

Maestru tugged her soft blonde curls with his fangs until she released his hair from her painful grasp. “Look at this, Adam. See how her pink lips are dripping for our cocks?” Another flick of his tongue against her swollen mound and she was nearly there. She felt her core soften with every caress of his mouth, his treatment so luscious and skilled. Yeah, he had been doing this for centuries, and if she could put the long list of women out of her mind, she could definitely enjoy his experience.

She wiggled her hips, trying to get closer to her orgasm as she thrust them back and forth. He licked her fervently, lapping her shallowly, keeping her on the brink. Adam inserted his third finger inside her ass, working her in half immortal speed, his hand vibrated from his inner energy and she though she might die from it. Adam took over Maestru’s hold on her hips and Maestru reached up her stomach and pumped her breasts for Adam’s perusal. “I don’t know where to look first, Adam. Her swollen mound, her pink back hole opened from taking in your thick fingers, or her pretty nipples pricked and stained with her own blood.”

“Everything’s so swollen and juicy, we should fill it all,” Adam proposed.

Her back arched off the bed, her buttocks jerking as she tried to ride it out before going over. Maestru shushed her as Adam coaxed her hard clitoris out of its hiding place with his thumb. Dakota was long lost, her nipples tightening impossibly, the hot silk of her sex calling their names, oozing with her cream.

Maestru eased behind her, pulling her back against his chest, and immediately pumped his cock into her wet sheath. “So good, Love, so fucking amazing.” After a few well-paced thrusts, moving fluidly over her slickened channel, he stayed perfectly still.

Adam hovered over her, holding his beautifully different cock by the base, also pressing into her pussy. “The first time we really take her together,” he groaned, inching deeper.

Dakota didn’t know what to think. She was alarmed, but as she opened under the burning stretching, she couldn’t refuse if she tried. There was nothing like this, she thought, as Adam worked himself halfway inside while Maestru remained steady. She could feel his heartbeat thundering against her back, the strain of wanting to thrust taking a toll on him. “I can’t believe she feels even better since her transformation,” Maestru said, his accent thickening with his lust, his fangs dripping on her nape.

Adam pressed on her tender nipples with his mouth, kissing and nipping each, stoking her fire. “Hold still, Maestru,” he demanded as he pushed all the way to her top, stopping a moment as they all groaned in unison and then circling his hips. “So good, I can feel your cock claiming her the same as mine.”

They permitted her hips to rise and fall while they remained deep inside her vagina together, sensing her starting to convulse around their cocks. Instead of finding an opposite rhythm of push and pull, they pulled out simultaneously, inch by inch. Adam nodded at Maestru. “She’s open and wet enough for vampiric speed.” Without another word between them, they moved in their native way for several minutes and stopped again, waiting for her to catch up, to grasp the sensations of what just happened.

Startled, Dakota opened her sex-drunk eyes. “More.”

They slid down again, inch by wicked inch, inciting the most depraved groans out of her, before driving back into her in immortal speed. When she spurred them on for more, they carefully obliged, the friction of her pussy, the overwhelmingly tight fullness of both cocks driving in and out of her snug passage drove Adam to release his shifter. His eyes a beacon, glittering over Maestru and Dakota’s sweat slicked faces, his body shimmering, going in and out, until it darkened into a deep shadow hovering where his corporeal form should be.

“Adam,” she sobbed, her orgasm overwhelming her, yet her fear of him was palatable.

“Let him relax in his natural way, Dakota,” Maestru warned, working his jaw, lubricating his fangs for pinning her when he climaxed. However, Adam was already there, his barbs twisting outside his hot length, readying to latch onto her. It couldn’t be helped, she knew, yet she didn’t want to fight his nature. The barbs were something to look forward to whenever they mated.

Adam’s fangs curved, and he pinned her shoulder with restrained strength as he lost his seed, spurting scalding jets deep inside her.

Maestru jolted beneath her, his cock jumping even more. “What was that?”

“My barbs,” he said around the mouthful of her shoulder. Adam was in a trance while pumping his hips like a beast as he continued to pummel her with his cum. Maestru stiffened and shouted out her name in a guttural hiss before nailing her other shoulder, pinning her on the opposite side. When she screamed her pleasure, Maestru growled beneath his bite, digging into her further, showing his dominance over his female.

Adam released his bite and pulled back to stare down at them. “The sight of you pinning her tightens my balls. If we hadn’t already exhausted our precious mate, I would go a few more hours.

Dakota shook her head no, pushing at his chest. “I’m done.”

“It has been
ten days
,” Dakota complained to Adam. “Why can’t I see Dad?” Maestru had made her father Undead, and he was up and drinking, though still living in another section of Maestru’s underground lair aka the guest house. She hadn’t seen hide no hair of him.

“He only needs a day or two,” Adam assured her. “You took a week and you’re still somewhat human, but mostly Species. What Maestru did was basically,” he stopped and shook his head.

“Killed him,” she finished, but her father was dying anyway due to Bordis. In her eyes, Maestru had saved her father. But she had to wonder about his loneliness since her mother was taken. How could he continue to go on for eternity while carrying such heartache? “Speaking of killer, where is he?” She peered around the crowd adjusting her bodice for the umpteenth time.

“I’m right here,” Maestru murmured, easing his arms around her and kissing her throat across his mark. Silently, he slipped an intricately carved weapon between their bodies, giving her a look that said keep quiet.

It was a wooden dagger, and she had to laugh at the irony. Then she quickly sobered at the trust he’d placed in her. She cupped Maestru’s jaw as he discretely slipped it between her dress and corset. “This was what Renee and I were looking for that night.”

If he weren’t so exhausted, he might have been surprised. He’d been out night after night, fighting these crazed Undead gaining numbers in Fort Myers. “Be careful with that for it can kill you, too, vampiress.”

“I can’t believe Prince Volos insists on this,” she said, glancing around the Dynasty Empire’s grounds, a chill running over her skin whenever she spotted an air born hunter skimming the crowds of onlookers.

“Keep your voice down,” Adam scolded her. “The prince wants to present you to his high court and if we didn’t show up it would have been a blood insult. Your presentation is not the only reason we’re here. This time of year, vampires celebrate -” A not too distant shout of thunder clapped across the sky, and in a crimson blur, the marble erupted beneath their feet. Maestru looked and her hard, then kissed her urgently, until her lips felt bruised. Silently nodding to Adam when he pulled away, he glided high above the rubble, and scaled the crumbling steps leading into a building resembling an ancient cathedral.

“What’s happening?” she asked, shouting over the shrieks and hisses.

“This has to be Bordis, so he’s finding him before that bastard completes his abominable agenda,” Adam said, lifting her over one shoulder as he skipped over deep cracks and widening holes. “This is Maestru’s Coven. This is what he does.”

Undead were circling, though they appeared unlike any other vampires she had seen, their pallor ashen, their eyes disturbingly red. When heat assailed her, she looked down and saw crimson rivers that resembled lava flowing below. “What is that?”

“Immortal fire mixed with dark magic, weaving these Undead into collective thinking with Bordis pulling their strings. It seems that Bordis is determined to bring down the Dynasty Empire, with all of us in it, and he’s doing a hell of a job.”
She hated being bobbed around like this, her head and breasts smacking against his muscle honed back. “Put me down so I can run with you.”

“It’s not in my nature to do so,” he argued, shoving vampires out of his way. She could see blood, white and red, already staining the marble rubble, dripping into the cracks. “My Shifter senses the attack, and he takes his mate to safety. I won’t hear any other arguments, so save your energy.” He jumped over a grey stone staircase that led to higher grounds, stopping at the base of what appeared to be the largest Banyan tree she’d even seen. Its roots were deeply woven beneath the ground, coming back up into high arches with varying limbs. “This is safer than crumbling marble.” He placed her high on a branch, it’s width thicker than her thigh, and he remained below, his feet shoulder with apart, his corporeal form losing itself to a murky shadow, flickering.

“Come up here,” she demanded as an earsplitting noise preceded another building crumbling.

“You will stay there while I guard you from this vantage point.”

“Why can’t we find Maestru and leave the way we came?” Shrieks and curses sounded, the smell of putrid death meeting Dakota’s nose.

“
We
can, though Maestru cannot. However, my instinct,” he stopped, trying to will his corporeal form back so his voice wouldn’t distort so much, “says there are Undead waiting at the entry point of the miasma.”

What was unsaid: No one was coming in to help, and no one was going out alive. In the dark horizon, she could see Gryphs and Lovci lifting the fallen from the ground, taking them away, but they could only carry two at a time while maintaining altitude above the blasts of fire. “Adam, I can’t just sit here doing nothing!”

Another sudden jolt shook the ground, and then spears of crimson fire shot through the cracks, encircling the tree. Clawed hands rose through the fire, grasping at the roots and limbs, pulling up their decaying bodies. “Oh, shit, there must be hundreds of them!”

“Go higher into the tree,” he shouted, the hordes herding him as he directed her. Adam spun, glittering into a strange inky spout, and released wave after wave of crystalline spears, their dagger-like tips embedding themselves into the Undead, slowing them down. When he stopped, he pulled his sword from his back and circled in a more precise manner, decapitating them one by one.