The Romanov's Pursuit (8 page)

His kiss was dominant, passionate and sent her head spinning with delirium. If nothing else could be said about the Romanov twins, they were excellent kissers. Cutter thrust his tongue into her mouth without preamble, sweeping along every crevice of her mouth, exploring, and taking. It felt as if he was trying to conquer her with this kiss and Nya loved every second of it.

With their mouths still merged, tightly together, Cutter eased her on the ground where he’d laid the blankets. Once she was on her back, began to plant kisses all over her face and neck. “So beautiful. You have no idea how long we’ve dreamed of you like this. Looking so beautiful, naked and ready for us. He raised his head and glance
d
at Blade who now lay on the other side of her.

“Yes, absolute perfection,” Blade agreed. “Beautiful brown skin. Breasts large enough to fill our hands and to suck on.” He pinched one of her nipples which immediately puckered beneath his touch. “Look at how responsive she is.”

Nya could only watch in silence as Blade lowered his head to capture one turgid tip in his mouth. She squirmed, unable to keep still. The heat within her pussy was too hot to ignore. She needed relief of else she’d go insane. Nya moved her hand between her legs to temper the ache, but Cutter caught her wrist and pinned it against above her head.

He grinned and shook her head. “I didn’t give you permission to touch our pussy.” Cutter looked at Blade. “Did you say she could?”

Blade released her nipple with
a
wet pop and shook his head. “Absolutely not. Why would I allow her to play with this beautiful cunt when she has our tongues,
cocks
and fingers at her disposal?”

Nya’s mind was surrounded by a haze of lust but her fierce sense of independence wouldn’t allow them to control her so easily. At least without a fight. “Hello? I’m right here. I can touch myself if I want. You can’t keep teasing me and expect me not to.” She yanked at the hold Cutter had on her wrist but she couldn’t break free, and then she realized he wasn’t exerting much strength to hold her down. He’d charmed her again! “Release me!”

Blade grinned. “Say please.”

Nya swung her free hand in Blade’s direction which he easily caught and placed it over her head as Cutter had with the other. Once again she was at their mercy, but unlike before, it was only her arms that were immobile. She could still move the rest of her body so she began to buck them off of her. When she realized she wasn’t getting free from this hold unless they allowed it she was stuck.

“Fuck you both,” she hissed at them.

“That’s the goal. By the end of the day, you’ll be so thoroughly fucked, you probably won’t be able to walk straight for days. And then when we finish fucking you, we’re going to do it again and again, until you realize that every part of you belongs to us. These lips…” Cutter lowered his head to cover her mouth with his but she turned her head before their lips collided.

Blade, however, caught her face and held her steady while Cutter pressed a deep hungry kiss on her slightly parted lips. When he was finished, Blade sampled her lips as well. It took everything within her not to give in to the heady sensation taking over her body.

When Blade lifted his head, he smirked. “And let’s not forget these lovelies. They belong to Cutter and me as well.” Blade reclaimed the nipple that he had previously sucked on which was still wet from his mouth.

Cutter positioned himself on Nya’s other side and began to suckle her nipple. It was sensory overload. She squirmed and wiggled, not wanting to give in just yet but her body rebelled against Nya’s need to maintain her sanity. They played with her breasts, fondling, squeezing and nipping them. Without the use of her hands, she had no choice but to press her thighs together so tightly that it eased the throbbing in her pussy.

Cutter was the first to raise his head. “Are you trying to give yourself relief? Perhaps we haven’t made ourselves clear. This is ours.” To emphasize his point, each twin grasped her knee and yanked her legs apart, exposing her pussy to their hungry gazes.

Blade licked his lips. “Look at her cunt, so slick with juices and we haven’t touched it yet.” He slid a fin
ger along her slit before pushing
it deep inside of her. “Ah, shit, it’s so fucking tight. Imagine how this will feel wrapped around our dicks, Cutter.”

Unable to hold it back, she released a moan. She wanted more but she refused to beg.
Instead
,
she watched breathlessly as Blade removed his finger and placed it in his mouth. “Delicious.”

“My turn.” Cutter dipped two fingers inside of Nya’s dripping pussy. It had been a long time since she’d been touched so intimately. It had been a while since she’d wanted it so badly. He eased the thick digits in and out of her, slowly, driving her to the brink of insanity. She raised her hips to meet his fingers, craving more.

“Oh.”

“You like that, don’t you?” Cutter’s eyes never wavered from her face. “Your cunt is soaking wet, Nya. You’re so hot and ready to be ridden, aren’t you?”

Nya bit her bottom lip to hold back her cry of pleasure. She was certain they knew what they were doing to her, but she’d be damned if she verbally admitted it. Nya turned her head to the side so that she wouldn’t have to look at the look of triumph in the twins’ eyes.

Blade chuckled. “Just because you’ve averted your gaze, it doesn’t mean we can’t see the passion in your eyes. You want us as badly as we want you. And we’re going to have you.”

The rebel that lurked within Nya couldn’t let them have it all their way. Giving one last fight she began to kick and buck her hips, forcing Cutter to withdraw his fingers from her.

Nya’s resistance turned out to be futile, however, because when she thrust her legs out, Cutter moved in between them and hooked his arms under her knees to hold her steady. No amount of wiggling and writhing could loosen his grip.

“The more you fight,
solnyska
, the harder I get.” And to underline his point he slammed his cock inside of her without warning. Not giving her
any chance to adjust to his size, h
e started to pump into her like a man possessed. She gasped at the delectable feeling of having her walls stretched by his thickness. “I knew it would feel good but damn.”

Nya lolled her head back and forth, unable to speak. She’d been
so close to coming from just
having their fingers and tongues on her body but this was a whole other level. Her climax came fast and hard, but Cutter kept going. “Look at me, Nya. I want you to see me fucking you so good. And when I’m finished, Blade is going to do the same.”

“Damn right I am.”

Despite having just experienced an orgasm, her body still responded to
Cutter’s
. She glanced in Blade’s direction to see him gently fisting his cock, seeming to match the rhythm of Cutter’s thrusts as he moved in and out of her.

“Can’t. Hold. On. Much. Longer. Pussy. So. Tight. Feels…so good,” Cutter grunted. He covered her mouth with his before exploding inside of her. She felt ropes of his hot seed fill her, giving her the life essence her body craved.

Cutter collapsed on top of her, his breathing ragged. Nya was just getting used to the weight of his body pressed into hers when he rolled off of her. She didn’t get a chance to mourn the loss of his warmth however because Blade immediately took his place. He slid into her channel and began to stroke her pussy gently at first before picking up the pace. Soon he was moving within her fast and hard.

Nya wanted to scream so badly but her pride wouldn’t allow her. Her body had already betrayed her; she wouldn’t give them their final victory. As Blade pounded into her Cutter played with her breasts, twirling and pinching her nipples. The added sensation was more than she could handle. She was so close to reaching her peak yet again.

While both men were aggressive and intense in their attention toward her, she noticed the subtle differences in their styles. Cutter was more straightforward, while Blade liked to take his time. But both ways were infinitely satisfying.

“Fuck!” Blade shouted as he shot his seed deep
inside
her thirsty cunt.

Nya thought then they’d be done with her but she was mistaken because once Blade pulled out, Cutter was back.

“I can’t…” she moaned.

“You can and you will. Like I said before. It’s going to be a long night.” And with
that
,
he slid inside of her.

Chapter Seven

Blade pressed a light kiss on Nya’s naked shoulder.

“No more,” she moaned, her eyes still firmly shut.

Even in her
sleep
,
she continued to fight them. He and Cutter had taken turns fucking Nya. They’d claimed every inch of her body, leaving not a single inch of her unexplored. By the time they were finished with her, Nya had fallen into a deep satisfying sleep. Despite taking her over and over again, his cock was hard again but there was nothing he could do about it at the moment. Nya needed her rest.

She wiggled her hips as if she was trying to get more comfortable. Her curvy bottom rubbed against his member, eroding his resolve to allow her to rest.

“I want to take her again but she needs her sleep,” Cutter broke into his thoughts.

Nya was sandwiched in between them with her back flush with Blade’s torso while she faced Cutter. If she kept wiggling, he’d wake her up and take her from behind or perhaps he would slide his cock into her tight ass. A smile touched his lips as he imagined doing just that.

“Did you hear what I said, Blade?”

“Yes, but I was only thinking about waking her. I’m not going to but I’m sure you’re tempted too.”

“
Of course
,
I am. We rode her hard tonight. No doubt she’ll be sore when she wakes up.”

“Probably. When she wakes, we’ll probably take her again.” Blade couldn’t help smiling at the idea. Nya was his addiction that he couldn’t get enough of. Being inside of her was now his new favorite thing in the world.

She stirred again. “No,” whispered. “Not again.”

It was clear Nya was still asleep but the timing of her nocturnal mumbling seemed to be in response to their conversation. But for some odd reason, Blade had a feeling she was referring to something else.

She’s dreaming, I think
, Cutter spoke in his mind.

That ferocious frown on her face tells me that it’s not a pleasant one.

“No!” she cried out. “Don’t take him. Please. I’ll do anything.” By now she was thrashing uncontrollably but her eyes remained shut.

Dream gazing wasn’t one of his strengths, so he did the next best thing for her. He placed his hand on her forehead and whispered a calming spell. Cutter placed his hand on her shoulder and did a chant of his own to strengthen the charm.

Nya stilled and her breathing became slow and steady once again.

What the hell was that all about?
Blade demanded.

Clearly
,
she was having a nightmare.

I know that but of what? Who was she referencing in her dream? Do you think she might have been talking about her former mate?

I don’t think so.
We were there when he died, remember? She was clearly upset but those weren’t the words she uttered as he took his last breath. No, I get the feeling she was reliving an event.

Blade considered this for a moment. He gazed at the sleeping beauty who seemed to have fallen into a peaceful slumber but a slight frown still marred her face. Whatever it was that had taken hold of her had clearly not let go completely, despite their calming enchantment. He stroked her soft cheek with the back of his hand. She mumbled something unintelligible and snuggled closer to him. His dick immediately jumped to attention and more than anything in the world he wanted to slide inside her tight folds once again, but she needed her rest. There would be plenty more opportunities
for him and his brother to
bury themselves
in
her tight cunt. The very thought sent a shiver of sensation down his spine.

Cutter snapped his finger in Blade’s face.
Did you hear me?

Blade lifted his head.
Of course
,
I did. I was a bit distracted. Understandably it’s tough lying
next to Nya and not being able
to do anything about it. But to get back to what you were saying before, I think you may be right about her reliving something traumatic. We don’t know too much about her past besides what we’ve been able to piece together for ourselves. Giovanni probably knows the most about her but he believes it
’s
up to Nya to share her own story. I can’t fault him for his loyalty but it’s frustrating nonetheless.

Well besides the fact that Nya wasn’t born a vampire, she’s over two hundred years old and though she hides it well, there is a bit of a southern U.S. drawl in her voice. If she was born in that region of the US during that period, the probability is that she was enslaved. If that’s the case, I’m quite sure she suffered plenty. The atrocities we witnessed were abominable.

Suddenly it made sense why Nya’s independence was so important to her. To live a life where your will was not your own and living under the most inhumane conditions had to be spirit-breaking, yet sometime
s
this proud woman had somehow survived. She’d probably endured so much and it made Blade fall for her even more. There was strength in Nya that would make any man proud to have her as a mate, but she belonged to them. He dropped a kiss on her forehead.
You’re probably right. I wish we could have done something about what was going on back then, but it would have been a slippery slope to get involved when atrocities were happening all over the world. The Council believed it would have been best to stay out of human affairs and as much as I despised that group, they were probably right. If all humans knew of our existence, we’d have no peace. Look at the Salem Witch Trials and the Spanish Inquisition.

Cutter rolled his eyes.
Man
is his own worst enemy. But anyway, do you think it’s possible s
he’s suffering from her time
as a slave?

It’s quite possible. Think about it. She was turned, yet she probably had friends and family she left behind. Perhaps she feels guilty that she survived and they didn’t.
Something he’d forgotten had popped into Blade’s head.
Remember when we had to help Giovanni while he was going through his dilemma concerning his mate?

Several months ago, Giovanni Grimaldi had come to them in need of assistance. The vampire had needed their powers to purge the black magic out of his system. The process had temporarily made him human. But as Giovanni transitioned back into an immortal his hunger for life essence had been so strong that he nearly drained his bloodmate Sydney. Giovanni had called on him and Cutter to fix the damage. It turned out the woman in question had been connected to Nya. They later learned s
he was Nya’s descendent. Sydney was
very
much human, which meant that
either
Nya had had siblings or she’d given birth at one point.
Do you think Nya might have had children? That could explain her connection to Sydney. If she lost someone very important to
her th
e
n
that could be a source of her pain as well.

Cutter nodded.
That thought had occurred to me. But we won’t know for sure unless she opens up to us.

So in the
meantime
,
we’ll just have to wait until she trusts us?

Exactly.

Blade
was impatient to know everything about Nya, like what made her laugh, smile and cry. He wanted to be there when she woke up in the morning and when she went to bed at night. He wanted all that she had to give just like Cutter did, but it would take work to break down the barrier she’d erected around her heart. Even if they had to tear that wall down brick by brick they would find their way in, and she would finally be theirs in every sense of the word: heart,
body
,
and soul.

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Steel Romanov paced the elegant sitting room in his mother’s Georgian style mansion just outside of Bristol. There wasn’t a knick-knack or decoration that wasn’t incredibly expensive. Though nothing was out of place and the house was immaculately kept, it felt sterile and unwelcoming in its opulence. It was almost like a museum where one could only look but not touch. But it was how Elizabeth Romanova preferred living: amongst things that showed off her wealth. Even now with a crisis at
hand
,
she was perched on her chaise lounge sipping tea as if she didn’t have a care in the world.

“Steel, please sit down. It makes me dizzy when you walk
a
round
the room like a peasant.”

Steel halted long enough and narrowed his gaze in his mother’s direction. “Does nothing bother you, mother?”

Elizabeth who was a very attractive woman with an icy beauty that never left her short of lovers. She was the epitome of the perfect English Rose with her long blonde mane, porcelain skin, and powder blue eyes. And she knew it. She had no problem using her looks to manipulate people to get what she wanted. For all his faults Ivan Romanov, Steel’s father, had been madly in love with his wife and had
worshiped
the ground she walked on. But now that he was gone, Elizabeth had easily moved on as if she hadn’t shared several centuries with the man and had given him five offspring. Not even a month after his father’s demise, Elizabeth had taken a love
r
. Steel often wondered if she had been faithful to her mate. If she weren’t his mother, Steel doubted he’d have much to do with her.

Elizabeth took another sip of her tea. “Why should I be bothered? Everything has been taken care of. You know how I hate these matters. Your brothers didn’t give me such a hard time when I called on them to fix a similar problem. I don’t see why this time should be any different.”

Steel, who had started to circle the room again, stopped in his tracks. “What do you mean by a similar problem?”

She waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, didn’t they tell you? This happened before. I found Magda’s body in the London townhouse. That’s why I came to the countryside while the house is being
r
edecorated
. I can’t be expected to live in a place after that. It was disgusting to find her laying there with her eyes open like she was a human. I had nightmares for several nights after that.”

Steel had wondered where Magda was when he’d answered his mother’s summons. The servant had been with Elizabeth for decades and wherever his mother was, Magda was never far behind. He thought perhaps his mother had actually given the poor woman a break, but thought better of it because the only person his mother considered was herself. “No. They didn’t mention it. In fact, I haven’t heard from them in days. I believe Sasha saw them last. They must not have said anything to her either because she would have definitely said something to me.”

Elizabeth sighed. “I suppose the twins are chasing some woman. Once they set their minds on something, they can be quite relentless. I suppose when they finally catch up to whoever this woman is, they’ll get tired of her eventually.”

“Or perhaps this woman could be their soulmate. That you would even say that about your own sons just goes to show you know nothing about them.” Steel knew that if his brothers were in pursuit of any woman it would be the mysterious vampire femme, Nya. He’d seen the way they watched her and how they both perked up at the mention of her name. He hadn’t seen them that interested in a woman since Catherine. He was certain they had many
lovers
because even he noticed they were popular among the fairer sex. But he hadn’t seen them with so much spirit in a long time. It was probably why they didn’t relay what had happened with Magda to him because they’d been on a mission.

“Well, I’ve never seen him with the same woman except Catherine. I do hope their soulmate is at least immortal. Could you imagine what it would do to a fine name like ours to bring a human into the fold? Look at the Grimaldis. Most of them mated with humans and now your sister is forever connected to them. She was always a disappointment. I suppose her saving grace is that mark on her hand.” Elizabeth was referring to the mark of Hecate that Sasha bore that proclaimed one who possessed great power.

“Mother,” Steel spoke with a warning growl. “You will not disparage Sasha again. As far as the Grimaldis mating with humans, those women are all immortal now.”

“But they were made, not born. There’s a difference. They’ll never be as strong as one who came into the world with their powers.”

While what his mother said was basically true that those born immortal were generally more powerful than one made into one, some of it depended on age. Very old vampires shared many of the same abilities despite the origins. “I’m not sure why that matters. If this is the one who makes them happy then you should support them. But what I really want to know is why you didn’t mention Magda’s death when you called on me to dispose of Edmund’s body? Didn’t you think this could be connected in some way?”

Elizabeth shrugged. “If I would have known you would give me such a hard time, I would have gotten rid of his body myself.” She placed the tea cup down and looked off in the distance.

Something was off here. Despite the fact that she had been mated to an extremely powerful warlock, Elizabeth had squandered her abilities by never properly training and heavily relying on others to get things done for her. But despite her lack of focus where her powers were concerned she was still a witch and getting rid of a body should have been an easy enough task even for her. “Then why didn’t you?”

She folded her hands in her lap and looked down at them. “I figured you and your brothers would be better equipped to deal with something like that.”

“Mother…what aren’t you telling me? And why don’t you seem to care that Edmund is
gone
?
He was your latest lover after all. Oh, never mind, it’s on to the next for
you
,
isn’t it? It always is. It was so easy for you to forget about my father who was only your mate for several centuries.”

His mother raised her chin defiantly and looked at him with an icy glare. “Your father wouldn’t have wanted me to drape myself in widow’s weeds for the rest of eternity. He knows that I’m not fond of being alone. Besides, I don’t know why you’re making such a big deal about this.”

“It is a very big deal. Something isn’t right about these deaths. We’ve seen immortals die in our lifetime and what happens, Mother?”

She folded her arms over chest and pursed her lips.

“Refusing
to answer won’t change the truth
. You know what happens if we die. We evaporate. Our bodies become dust that is then carried on the wind and disappears. Edmund’s
body
, however,
was very much intact like a human’s. He might have only been a level three warlock but he was immortal nonetheless. So I’m going to ask you again, if you know something mother, you’d damn sure better start speaking up, because maybe I won’t be so inclined to come running if whoever did this to Edmund and Magda comes back for you.”

“I am your mother! I deserve respect. If your father were still alive then you wouldn’t dare speak to me in such a manner.”

“But he’s not because he was so power hungry he got caught up in a plan that would have wiped out most of the world’s population, a scheme you supported.”

“He was my mate,
of course
,
he had my support.”

“And you were quick to flee to your home country as soon
as
he was gone because you were too much of a coward to deal with the fallout of from the choices you two made. You were there with him through every diabolical thing he did, so you don’t get to play the innocent now. Magda was your personal servant and Edmund was your lover. Both connected to you. And both bodies were found in your home. How one of your enemies was able to get past the charms me and the twins erected around your home
tells
me that this is an inside job and you’re somehow doing this for attention or you have a very powerful enemy. Which is it, Mother?”

Elizabeth’s lips quivered for a moment. “I…I don’t know if this is the same thing but I’ve seen something like this many years ago, when I was just a child, almost sixteen. There was a small family that consisted of a mother, father and one son. They were immortals like us, a witch and two warlocks. One day, my father found their dead bodies much like Magda and Edmunds were. They were soul-sucked.”

Steel frowned. He’d was nearly six hundred years old and he believed himself to be quite knowledgeable about spells and charms, but this something he was unfamiliar with. “Soul-sucked?

“From my understanding, it’s an ancient spell that’s been lost over the years. It was said to suck the soul right out of a witch or warlock and claim their powers. As you know our souls are what give us our strength and without them, we die. I don’t know much about it but it’s supposed to be an extremely complicated spell to perform, which is why it wasn’t something passed down through the decades. Whoever did this is probably sending me a
message.
I didn’t want to acknowledge that because….I was scared, dammit. But whoever did this might not be just after me. They could be coming for us all.”

And that’s exactly what Steel feared.