All Wrapped Up 2: Bound to Please Jade Buchanan All rights reserved.
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All Wrapped Up 2: Bound to Please Jade Buchanan Melaina Carey has a secret she’s desperate to keep hidden from her nest mates. Her life may have been saved when she was turned into a vampire, but it brought with it a whole new host of problems. Her secret is about to be revealed and the two men she fears -- and lusts after -- most are about to put their centuries of experience to the test. They aren’t going to let her hide anymore. Tristan and Dougal know there’s something wrong with her. When they discover what it is, they’re determined to help her. There is no way that Melaina is going to submit easily. Tristan and Dougal are going to have to prove they are man -- and vampire -- enough to control her every move. Warning: This book contains subjects not intended for the faint of heart, including blood play, rope bondage and erotic pain.
Dedication I owe this one to two people -- Laura for supporting my ideas and giving me a ton of advice, and Lee for opening my eyes. Thank you.
Chapter One The knife bit deep, cutting through skin. Blood gushed, falling to the ground like big, juicy red raindrops. The metallic smell permeated the air, filling her nostrils with the sickly sweet odor. Melaina Carey dropped the knife, hearing the clang when it hit the floor and bounced once. She ran her fingers over the wound, painting her skin red. Disgusted with herself, she flung her hand out, spraying ruby liquid against the wall to her side. The drops clung tenaciously to the concrete, yet another colorful layer added to the stained wall. She was sitting in the dark, surrounded by inky blackness. The red of the blood stood out, neon bright in the otherwise black pit. Underlying the metallic scent, there was an infinitesimal odor of decay. Rot and mold clung to the walls, resisting gravity’s pull, unlike the blood now dripping to the floor. With a tired sigh, she lay down on the hard-packed dirt floor. Blood surrounded her, pooled around her. She was tired, unbelievably exhausted all of a sudden. Ten minutes later, she got up reluctantly, slumping toward the tiny cramped bathroom. She picked up the knife on the way and slid it onto a shelf set just outside the door. The walls were tiled, chipped and spattered with something she didn’t even want to guess at. She peeled off her clothes once inside the narrow space, the black fabric soaked in blood. They fell with a splat, landing on a sheet of plastic that had been set out beforehand. Stepping into the shower, she jerked the hot water knob. With a burping groan of protest, water started to spit out of the overhead nozzle. Moving into the spray, she let the heated water pour down on her aching body.
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It was one of the reasons she came to this dilapidated building whenever the need hit her. Shitty environment, but the water was hot. It sluiced off her toned body, tinting the bottom of the stall crimson. With a tired sigh, she dropped her head to the industrial grey tiles in front of her. Moving into the spray, she let it run down her back. It was always the same, the shaking, the headaches. The tension she desperately tried to hide from her nest mates. She always ended up here -- in this run-down building, in a run-down neighborhood on the edge of town -- covered in blood. Her headache was leaving her. The tension that always seemed to fill her was dissipating. For this one moment in time, she was at peace in her own body. But, underlying that peace was the ever-present knowledge that this sense of calm was fleeting. The need would come back, it always came back. Whatever piss-poor attempts she made to alleviate it were never enough to make it go away completely. Raising her hands, Mel inspected her fingers. A half-hour in the shower and they were still smooth and wrinkle free. Perfect. Her body was always damnably perfect. Too bad her insides were so fucked up. She finally decided enough was enough and she shut off the water with a snap of her wrist. Her perfect wrist -- able to shut off a water knob and plunge a knife into a body with the same ease of movement. Snorting in disgust, she stepped out of the shower stall, shuffling over to the sink set half a foot away. Her change of clothes had been folded neatly on the edge of the sink, an exact match to the ones lying on the floor. With quick, brisk motions, she dried herself with the towel set on top, dropping it to fall on the growing pile of cotton on the floor. Shaking out her jeans, Mel slid them up long slender legs. While smooth, they were saved from perfection by the light smattering of beauty marks interspersed like dark droplets of paint against a milky white canvas. She wiggled her toes, hopping from one leg to the other to avoid the pool of thin, watery blood spreading on the floor. Her bra was next, a black scrap of lace, followed by her black, long-sleeved pullover.
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Stepping up to the sink, she bent over, studying her reflection closely. Large copper-flecked hazel eyes stared back at her, rimmed in thick black lashes. Her nose was short, her cheeks full with pronounced cheekbones. They were pale, devoid of color, making her bright eyes stand out even more. Pallid, bloodless lips completed the picture, along with a thick black crop of pixie-cut hair. She looked fragile. She snorted. Appearances could definitely be deceiving. With a practiced twist, she lifted the corners of the plastic sheet on the floor, tying her ruined clothes inside. Striding out of the bathroom, she surveyed the mess in front of her. It would be so much easier if she did this completely bare-assed naked, but somehow it didn’t seem dignified. Stopping to pick up a lighter set aside on a shelf -- ignoring the knife beside it -she touched the flame to the bundle in her hand, throwing it toward the worst of the gore. Mel watched it catch and spread flames along the blood-spattered floor. Satisfied, she sat back to watch the flames flicker in front of her, careful to stay far away from the death trap it presented to her. The flames died out, extinguishing themselves in the concrete and metal room. With one last glance, she left the building, gliding out into the night, stopping to pull on her boots. Her one vanity, the four-inch spikes had set her back a couple hundred bucks. There was no way she was going to see them ruined if she could help it. Staying to the shadows, she surveyed the area. When she was certain that she was alone, she started walking. Four blocks over, she found her bike. The key was hidden inside her right boot, in a pocket sewn inside the leg. She started it, listening to the purr of the engine. A half an hour later, she drove past a wrought iron gate -- a gate that was normally kept closed -- and stopped outside a large house. It sprawled over six lots, a rambling monstrosity set in the heart of the city. Swinging her leg over the bike, she left it in front of the house, striding to the front door. Inside, she was greeted by three identical scowls of male ire, on three very different faces.
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The entrance opened up into the living room, a stunning display of copper and black. Seated on the leather sofa was a man who looked like he was born in the room. Military-short black locks framed a rugged face, shadowed by the hint of a beard. His eyes were the color of a bright, shiny penny. They looked unnatural, but he was the only human in the room. His aquiline nose was narrow, highlighting the full mouth that was currently turned down in a frown. Malcolm Carey did “concerned” better than anyone in the nest. It was his job, so to speak, to make sure they were safe. He was also the only one who knew the truth about Mel. Tristan Donovan was standing in the doorway to the kitchen. His long length was propped up against the wall, his lean frame giving him a harmless appearance. The scowl on his face was at odds with his Botticelli looks and his baby-blue eyes. His face was framed by tousled blond hair, currently pulled back in a short, sloppy ponytail. The other occupant was set back in a shadowed corner, sprawled in a black, suede recliner. The long fingers of his right hand smoothed along the arm of his chair, petting the leather like it was alive. It was the only movement on Dougal’s otherwise still body. She could just make out the raven mane spilling over his shoulders. Tristan started forward, stepping in her path when she tried to go around him. “What the fuck are you looking at?” she snarled. “Come now, Mel, don’t be like that,” he said, holding out a long-fingered hand. He looked down at her. Standing just shy of six feet, Mel normally towered over men, but even in her spike heels Tristan was still bigger than her. She stepped past him, trying to get to her room without anyone stopping her. She really didn’t want to deal with them today. “Where have you been?” he asked. Mel hated that she could hear the concern in his voice. Tristan was like that, he was always worried about everyone else. Had to make sure that they were all living peacefully. Chalk it up to the fact that he’d reached adulthood amid death and devastation. The one time she’d thought to ask him why he was always mediating between the others, his reply was that he’d seen so much destroyed in his life that he
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never wanted to go back to that again. She could understand that. Her life had been on the verge of destruction once. “It’s none of your damn business, Tristan,” she replied with a grimace. “Where have you been, Melaina?” Dougal asked, his smooth voice containing a hint of danger. “And do not try to give us excuses again.” “I was out,” she snarled, trying to step around Tristan. A part of her was horrified with her behavior, but she was feeling too vulnerable to deal with them. Any hint of concern and she might just break down and tell them her secret. “Come on, guys. Cut her some slack. It can’t be easy living with all this testosterone. If she wants to have some girl time, then let her. What’s the harm?” Malcolm asked, glancing uneasily between the two men. Mel tensed, waiting to see what their response would be. Thank God for Malcolm. He understood her, he would know how tense and on edge she was right now. “The problem, Malcolm, is that she is a half hour ahead of the dawn. If she had been delayed for any reason, she wouldn’t even be here right now. If Mel wants to play chicken with the sun, that’s her prerogative, but she damn well won’t do it as long as she is living within this house,” Tristan said, a rare hint of steel infused in his voice. Mel glanced at him, startled at the thread of dominance she wasn’t used to hearing. It was normally Dougal who came down hard on her for anything. Tristan was a hell of a lot easier to wrap around her finger. He just wanted her to be happy. Normally, he let her off the hook as long as she was all right. She turned to look at Dougal. Dougal flicked his dark brown eyes to the long windows flanking the door. “We will have to continue this later. I will not be swayed, Melaina. Do not try to get out of trouble this time. You take entirely too many liberties, and we have been entirely too lax,” Dougal growled softly, his words a caress along her body.
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She suppressed a shiver, taking the avenue of escape presented to her. Walking quickly -- she refused to call it running away -- she fled to her room and the safety it presented to her in the coming dawn.
Chapter Two Mel studied her hands, flexing them tight into fists. Her palms stung, her nails embedding deep in the skin. She relaxed, releasing her tension and straightening her fingers. Raw gouges remained in her palms for a moment then the skin knitted together before her eyes. “Jesus, I hate it when you do that, Mel,” Malcolm muttered, coming up on her left. He deftly swung up beside her on the table. “I’ll never understand how you vampires can heal like that.” She ignored him, glancing around at the deserted playground. Of course it was deserted at this time of night. She was glad of it at this moment; she didn’t really want to be around anyone -- Malcolm excluded, of course. She’d skipped out as soon as the sun had set, sneaking away like a thief in the night. She needed to try and come up with some excuse to give Tristan and Dougal. “They’re gonna be super pissed,” Malcolm observed, shrugging off the glare she sent him. “Well, what the hell do you expect me to do, Colly?” she called him by his nickname. “I couldn’t stay there and go through a repeat of this morning. They’re gonna want to know what’s wrong with me.” She shook her head, sliding off the picnic table to pace in front of it. A flash of blue and red caught her eye, the swing set beckoning her. Whispered promises of another time in her life, one where she wasn’t afraid. Back when she didn’t know anything about the monsters in the night. Back before she became one of them. She could hear the sounds of children, screaming and laughing, flitting through her mind. The glorious, clean smell of summer. The exhilarating rush of running
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around the slide, desperate to be the next one to go down its heated metal length, wincing when it burned sensitive thighs under colorful shorts. They would fight over who got to sit on the yellow, laughing duck. His orange beak a bright splash of color, a counterpoint to Mr. Frog with his red mouth on the other end of the teeter-totter. She and Malcolm had spent years here, always the same. She sat down in one of the swings, the strip of blue rubber conforming to her hips. Pushing off with her feet, she swung back and forth slowly. “When did it change, Colly? When did it become so faded, so rusty?” she asked, contemplatively. Malcolm shrugged, flicking his gaze around the playground. “The paint is peeling on the metal. The fence is five different colors from continuously having to paint over the graffiti. Was it always like this and we just didn’t notice it?” she mused, kicking her feet up. Looking back at Malcolm, she saw him watching her, studying her. “Things change, Mel.” He met her eyes. “What are you gonna tell them?” Now it was her turn to shrug. “You have to tell them something,” he said, a hint of impatience in his voice. Cocking her head, she listened to the sounds of the night. The squeak of the chains as she pushed back and forth on the swing, the rustling of the trees, the slow inhale and exhale coming from her brother. “I can’t tell them the truth.” “Why not?” he asked with a huff. Standing up, Malcolm placed both hands on his hips, glowering at her. “Seriously? You seriously have to ask me that? Uh, maybe because I’m a fucking vampire and I can’t even do the whole vamp thing normally.” “They’re gonna find out one way or another. It might be better if you just tell them. I mean, c’mon! You can’t be the only person to ever have this problem. It’s not like it isn’t treatable and --” Mel threw out her hand, startling her brother and cutting off his next words. She froze, breathing erratically. Ten seconds went by, incredibly slow.
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“Well? Aren’t you going to finish your sentence, Malcolm? Pray tell, what exactly could Melaina have that is treatable?” Tristan growled, his normally calm voice ragged. His accent roughened, becoming more noticeable. They appeared out of the night, separating from the shadows that had kept them hidden from view. Tristan glided forward, followed by the dark, stalking figure of Dougal. The two men separated, surrounding her. Dougal slid up behind her, grabbing the metal chains of the swing in his large hands, halting her movement when she tried to get up. Tristan blocked her front, staring down at her fiercely. Crap, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. She hadn’t had enough time to come up with an excuse. Stalling for time, she remained silent. “Uh, guys…” Malcolm said, trailing off when Tristan threw him a smoldering glare. “Leave us,” Dougal snarled. “Yeah, I’ll just be going then. Right… I’ll just be…” Malcolm ignored her pleading eyes. Turning swiftly, he walked out of the park, leaving her with the two vampires. “Now, we can do this the hard way, or we can do it the easy way. But when we walk out of this park, we are going to know what is wrong with you. Is that clear?” Dougal whispered, caressing the shell of her ear with his breath. He jerked the chains of the swing, wrapping them once around her wrists where she was still hanging on. She yanked, trying to pull free but she was effectively caught. The chain rubbed against her wrists, bruising the tender skin. Defiant, she glared up at Tristan, determined to ignore Dougal at her back. Tristan was the easier one to deal with. He always had been. “Don’t give me that look, Mel. I’m with Dougal on this. We need to know what’s wrong with you. You’re going to tell us. Now.”
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She looked to the side, conceding defeat when she realized there was no way she was going to get free. Even if she broke the chains, Dougal was still stronger than her. And if Tristan was going to side with him, there was no way she would be able to overpower the two of them. She wasn’t quite stupid enough to try it. Although she was seriously tempted for a second or two. “I don’t know where to start.” She clenched her teeth. She wasn’t going to make this any easier than she had to. “At the beginning would be nice,” Tristan said, a touch of his good humor returning to his voice. Buoyed by the fact that he wasn’t looking so grim, she decided to throw them a bone. Never mind the fact that she was the one currently tied up like a dog. “Do you remember when I was turned?” she asked, looking to the ground. “You were attacked by a rogue. How could I forget?” Dougal stated impatiently. “Did I ever tell you what I was doing when he attacked me?” Both men were silent. They were probably trying to think back to that night. It had been six months ago. Ridiculous to think her life had changed so much in only six months. She hadn’t really changed all that much in some regards. In others, she felt like a stranger living in someone else’s body. “I was going to meet Malcolm that night. He was at a club --” “We know this, what does it have to do with what is wrong with you?” Dougal interrupted. “I’m getting to that. Now, do you want to hear it or not?” She took their silence for assent. Still staring at the dirt beneath her feet, she picked up her story again. “I was going to meet Malcolm. He was determined to cheer me up. I had gotten some bad news about a month before, and I guess he thought I was acting all depressed or something. Anyway, I was supposed to meet him after work, but I was running late. I told him to go ahead to the club, and I was going to take the bus and meet him there.”
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Mel dragged her foot through the dirt, watching the thin gouges made by her high heel. “I didn’t even see him until it was too late. He was suddenly right behind me. I didn’t even have time to scream before he was tearing open my throat.” Dougal tightened his hands on the chain, inadvertently putting pressure on her wrists. She winced, and he immediately relaxed his hold. He bent, placing a soothing kiss to one bound wrist before twisting and doing the same to the other. Her chest suddenly felt tight. She was a little lightheaded. It was almost like the feeling she got when she was getting sick, but this was different. What had just happened? With a shake of her head, she picked up her tale. “Anyway, you guys found me, and brought me back here, so you know what happened next.” “We were lucky we were following him that night,” Tristan murmured. “I would be less of a man if I hadn’t gotten the chance to meet you, a stór.” Strangely, she didn’t feel the laughter bubbling up like she would have if anyone else had uttered those words. Instead, her heart gave a single lurch in her chest. This was strange. They had never made her feel this way before. What had changed? “What does this have to do with your nightly activities now?” Dougal inserted. She took a bracing breath. “The bad news I mentioned? The one I received a month before that night? I had been sick, feeling itchy, dizzy and headachy all the time. I went to the doctor for a routine physical to see if there was something wrong with me and he decided to draw blood.” She glanced up to see what their reaction was. Tristan had a look of sympathy on his beautiful face. Turning her head, she glimpsed Dougal’s inscrutable mask firmly in place. “What did they find?” Dougal inquired. “I have a blood disorder. It’s called polycythemia vera and it’s extremely rare in anyone younger than sixty, but somehow I ended up with it.” “What does that mean?” Tristan asked, crouching down in front of her. “It means my bone marrow produces too many red blood cells. The doctor found an elevated red blood cell count in my blood, and that’s what was causing the headaches and the dizziness.”
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“That still does not tell me what the hell you have been doing at night.” Dougal’s voice was firm. “I’ve been treating myself, okay. Is that what you wanted to hear? I’ve been cutting into my skin, bleeding myself to relieve the pressure that builds up in my veins. It’s what the doctors did in the hospital when I was first diagnosed, but they had a little more experience at it. They told me that blood needed to be removed from my body until my red blood cell count stabilized. I’ve been performing my very own homemade version of phlebotomy for the past six months because I’m so damned pathetic that I still managed to be abnormal as a vampire.” She jerked free of the chains binding her wrists, moving swiftly past Tristan. Dougal let her go. She knew at the back of her mind that she wouldn’t have gotten free if he didn’t let her, but she was humiliated by the sudden burn of the tears filling her eyes.
Chapter Three Tristan came up behind her, wrapping his strong arms around Mel. She shuddered, leaning back into him despite the warning voice in her head. She needed to be comforted just this once. He rubbed his cheek along her hair, mussing up the short strands. He was crooning to her in Gaelic. She couldn’t pick out the words, but they were comforting. She felt his hot breath along her forehead. She was shaking, trying to hold in the tears. So, now they knew. They knew her secret. “What kind of vampire needs to remove blood from her body?” She hadn’t realized the words had left her mouth, until Dougal answered. “There is nothing wrong with you, Melaina.” She snorted, then wished she hadn’t. There was just something about them tonight that made her want to curb her brashness. She was always attacking, but tonight, something was different. She felt an urge to give in. To follow her feelings. And right now, those feelings were clamoring for her to shut up and just go with whatever happened. Tristan released her, running his palms down her arms. He started to rock back and forth, like one would with a baby. The gentle motion relaxed her, tempting her to lean back into his embrace. Dougal stood to the side, unmoving. Somewhere along the way, Tristan’s movements stopped being relaxing and started being arousing. Her breathing sped up, her heart started to pound. He deepened his caresses, bending his head to place his lips to her temple. Moving down, he kissed her cheek, pressing his lips to her face. His one hand came up to tilt her face to the side, allowing him better access.
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With a sigh, Mel let her head drop back against his shoulder. His lips reached the side of her mouth, lingering there. “It is our duty to see to your needs, Melaina. You know this. You should have come to us when you started needing more,” Dougal stated. She frowned, coming out of the relaxed state Tristan had put her in. Opening her mouth to speak, she was cut off by Tristan. “He means it is our pleasure and our duty to help you. We can do no other, a stór, than to help you when you need it.” “What does that mean?” she whispered. “A stór?” She nodded, too boneless to raise her head off his shoulder. He licked the crease of her lips, purring when she melted further against him. “It means my dear,” Dougal said. “Is it true, Melaina? Do you want to be his dear, his precious one? Do you want to be mine as well?” She didn’t know what to say. Tristan tightened his arms around her, shushing her before she could even open her mouth to draw breath. Did she want to be theirs? Dougal must have sensed her acquiescence in her silence. He startled her, moving in front of her and hoisting her up in a fireman’s carry over his shoulder. She was so surprised, she didn’t even have time to blink before he was striding away, moving faster than she ever could. “Put me down, you ape!” she screeched, embarrassed by her strident tones, but unable to shut herself up. She would have said more, but he slapped her once hard across the ass. “Quiet, unless you want to wake up the entire neighborhood. I assumed you did not want this in the middle of the children’s play area. But if you would like me to reconsider, I will kindly agree to take you back.” His voice was smooth. Low and controlled. Just once, she wanted to see him lose that control. Although, considering she didn’t even know how old and powerful he was, that might not be the safest idea. Dougal had an underlying hint of danger surrounding him at all times. It was the quiet ones you always had to watch for.
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She fumed, hanging upside down over his shoulder. Her earlier relaxed state had completely left her. Dougal needed to learn a few lessons from Tristan about how to treat a woman. She would have crossed her arms if she could, but she was too busy hanging on for dear life. Reluctantly, she admitted to herself that she wasn’t even being tossed about. He was carrying her smoothly, without a single bump to jar her. They finally reached the house, quicker than she ever could have managed on her own. But then again, she was a fledgling compared to him. Tristan moved in front of them, throwing open the door to Malcolm’s surprised face. “What the hell?” he exclaimed, running after them when Dougal strode through the living room to their section of the house. Mel lifted her face to Malcolm, shaking her head. Her last glimpse of her brother before the doors closed behind her was his frowning countenance. “Are you done yet?” she groused, huffing when Dougal threw her down on his bed. She bounced once in the centre, immediately scrambling to the side to try and stand on the ground. Tristan blocked her, sliding his leanly muscled body in beside her. Dougal countered him on her other side, his dark expression the exact opposite of Tristan’s sunny appearance. Dougal was larger than his nest mate, and solid muscle. His face was rugged, his black eyes startling in his pale face. His hair had a hint of a curl, not anything like Tristan’s blond locks, but enough to make the raven tresses interesting. She knew it flowed down and over his shoulders normally, but he had it tied back in a queue at the moment. She opened her mouth to argue, but Tristan was there, placing his mouth over hers, inserting his tongue when she gasped. Moaning, Mel curved into his body, sinking into his embrace. He turned her to her side, Dougal immediately moving up and spooning her from behind. Tristan tasted like apples, strangely appealing. He filled her mouth with tart sweetness, licking the inside of her lip before running his tongue over her teeth.
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Dougal placed his lips against the base of her hair line, running his tongue down and along her neck, sucking near the juncture of her shoulder. She shuddered, feeling him run his canines against her tender skin, such a vulnerable place on her body. He smelled of sage, complementing instead of competing with the scent of apples coming from Tristan. Groaning, she arched up into Tristan when he placed his thigh between her legs, pressing up into her groin. She rubbed against his thigh, on fire with need. Her body ached, her teeth tingling with the need to bite into something. Sex didn’t always call the blood need, but after all the talk before, she couldn’t get it out of her mind. Apparently, tonight she wanted more than she could ever ask for. Dougal wrapped his arms around her waist, pushing up her T-shirt until he cupped her small breasts in his large hands. He tweaked her nipples, causing her to arch once more into Tristan’s thigh. She was moaning like a bitch in heat, but she couldn’t stop. She wanted more. “Please, oh Goddess, please…” she mewled. Dougal chuckled, a darkly seductive sound. Bending, he scraped his teeth along her neck again, piercing her in one easy movement. She moved into him, coming hard, bucking into Tristan’s leg and crying her orgasm into his mouth. He sucked firmly on her tongue, a long strong pull echoed by Dougal at her neck. She cried out again, the sound muffled by Tristan’s mouth on hers. Dougal twisted her nipple, edging the line between pleasure and pain. She didn’t even have time to come down from her orgasm before Dougal released her neck, licking along the bite. “I need,” he growled, pushing both her and Tristan over. Tristan landed on his back, with her sprawled on top of him. He gasped, releasing her mouth and throwing back his head. Dougal shucked up her shirt, pulling it off and over her head in one easy twist. Before she could say anything, he had her jeans unbuttoned, skimming them down her legs and over her boots. He groaned, pausing.
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Mel twisted her head, turning to watch him run his hands over her boots. The boots skimmed her calves like a lover, the heels sharp and deadly. “I like,” he rumbled, reduced to monosyllables. She would have smiled if she had the energy. When she turned her head again, she met Tristan’s grinning face. He slid his own shirt over his head, unbuttoning the single button on his jeans. Sliding down the zipper, he revealed a smooth expanse of skin, a sliver of hair arrowing down to his groin. She smiled wickedly, moving her hand to play with the skin he revealed. She teased him, running her fingertips along the space, getting closer to her goal before moving away. He writhed under her, curiously content to let her lead. Dougal raised her right foot, rubbing his face along the leather like a cat. “I’m going to start thinking you have a leather fetish, if you don’t stop that,” she panted. He grinned, revealing wickedly sharp teeth. Her breath caught in her throat, causing his grin to widen. “I want you to suck him,” Dougal said, nodding to Tristan. Tristan moaned, grabbing her hand and sliding it under his jeans to touch hot flesh. Nothing got in the way of her hand; he wasn’t wearing any underwear. She curled her fingers around his cock, noting the thickness of it. She could barely get her hand around it. Dougal grabbed her ankles, sliding her down the bed until she was facing Tristan’s groin. Her lips curved, her tongue peeking out to lick her lower lip. Tristan groaned. Mel angled the cock in her hand, drawing it out so she could see it clearly. The head was flushed, pre-come weeping from the slit. His shaft was veined, creating an interesting texture she followed with her palm. He was completely devoid of hair, even his balls were hairless. “I said suck it, not play with it,” Dougal ordered, releasing her ankles and moving away. She ignored him, despite her wish to turn around and give him a piece of her mind. She wanted to get her lips around Tristan’s cock too badly to give in to any stupid urges.
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Leaning down, she licked along the head, opening her lips to create an O and taking the head into the warm cavern of her mouth. Careful of her canines, she lowered her head, taking him further. He gurgled, his thighs tensing at her sides. Dougal moaned loudly, and at the back of her mind she could hear the men’s voices whispering to each other. She was too far gone in tasting Tristan to care. With a pop, she released his cock, sticking out her tongue to catch the droplet of pre-come. She savored the bitter, musky fluid, rolling it around her mouth like a connoisseur. It had been too damned long since she’d wrapped her lips around a cock. She hadn’t had the urge to fuck a human since becoming a vampire and before that, she’d been too preoccupied with being sick. She returned to Tristan’s cock, sliding her mouth up and down the shaft, memorizing the salty taste of his soft skin. It felt like velvet, incredibly smooth against her lips. She left behind a moist surface, taking him into her mouth again. Relaxing her throat, she took him deep, almost to the smooth base of his cock, but not quite there. Tristan groaned again, but his voice seemed muffled somehow. She whimpered in sympathy, unable to believe how hot this was making her. She rubbed her pussy with the fingers of her one hand, using the other to steady herself against his leg. Finding her clit, she circled it with a fingertip, pressing against the sensitive flesh. With a muffled yell, he came, clamping one palm to the back of her head to hold her in place. She drank down his seed eagerly, only getting a small taste before swallowing. She bucked into her hand, coming seconds after him. Mel released his cock, resting her forehead on his lower stomach. Glancing up his lean body, she drew in a breath, forgetting to let it out. He was sprawled on his back, his neck tilted to the side. Dougal’s thick cock sawed in and out of Tristan’s cupid bow lips, making him appear wanton. Dougal had a fierce grimace on his face. His breath huffed out of him between clenched teeth. He must be close. Reaching up, she slid her hand along the leg closest to her, shimmying up Tristan’s body until she could cup Dougal’s testes in her hand. She squeezed, he bellowed, and Tristan moaned hungrily when Dougal came in his mouth.
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She collapsed on top of Tristan, listening to him hum happily. Dougal slumped against the headboard, tenderly removing his cock from his lover’s hold. “We have to talk,” Dougal said. Mel sighed, her happy bubble bursting with the words. Just when she was willing to forget about everything, Dougal had to go and do something to bring her crashing back to earth. This was crazy. It wasn’t like her to be that free with anyone. She slithered to the side, touching her feet to the ground and looking for her clothes. She finally located her jeans at the foot of the bed, and promptly stumbled when she forgot about wearing heels. Her knees were weak. “About what? I really don’t think there’s anything we need to talk about right now.” Mel pulled on her jeans, ignoring the two men staring at her. She could feel their gazes like a physical caress. It was a good thing she was a vamp, or she just knew she would be bright red about now. She was edging toward humiliated. She couldn’t believe she had acted like that. And, what the hell? How could she live with them for months and not know they liked to get it on? Without telling her? What the fuck was going on? “This isn’t a one-time deal for us. We want to help you, and that means we are going to sit down and make some ground rules.” Dougal’s voice was calm and even. That was never a good thing. Looking at his face showed the tension beneath the mask he was wearing. Oh, yeah, he was getting pissed. “You want to help me? Why don’t you help me by leaving me alone?” she huffed. Great, they wanted to help her. Was this just some kind of pity party? Let’s help out the poor disgraced little vamp. Throw her a bone, make her feel like she actually belongs. Now that she wasn’t all foggy headed with arousal, she had time to think. Unfortunately, it seemed her natural response was coming to the forefront. Fight or flight, my ass. I always choose fight. She sighed noisily. “While we’re on that topic, why don’t you explain to me why you’ve suddenly developed an interest in me when you’ve all but ignored me in the past?” she fumed, ready to tear them to pieces. “And where the hell is my shirt?”
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Tristan leaned over the side of the bed, picking it up from where it had landed next to the bed. She snatched it from his hand, ignoring the sudden tension on his face. “Look, Mel. Whatever happens, this was consensual. Obviously, you want us both. Don’t try to deny it. We’ve stayed away from you because we’ve been afraid you weren’t interested in what we need,” Tristan soothed. “Really? So what do you need? A little fuck buddy who doesn’t have a penis? Is that all this was?” She struggled to pull on her shirt, her frustration causing her to drop it to the floor. Dougal growled low in his throat, sliding off the bed to tower over her. Before he could open his mouth, Tristan had pushed himself in front of his nest mate. “Think about what you want. When you figure it out, come find us. Until then, you won’t be allowed out of the house by yourself. Is that understood?” Tristan asked, a hard edge to his voice. “Us? What us? I didn’t even know you two were a couple until now. So fucking excuse me if I need time to think about this. What else have you been hiding from me?” she fumed. “I really don’t think you should be pointing fingers about hiding secrets, do you?” Tristan’s mouth was aligned in a thin, tight line. She still couldn’t get over the change in him. He was supposed to be easy-going and easy to manage. This Tristan was a stranger to her, and she wasn’t quite sure what to do with him. She nodded once, needing time alone. What was going on here? None of this made sense. She needed to think. “Don’t hold your breath waiting for me. I’m done here,” she whispered. She grabbed her shirt from the floor, holding it in her hand while she made her escape. She needed to get away from them.
Chapter Four Mel sighed, pacing around her room. If it wasn’t bad enough to have them know about her secret, now she had nowhere to go. They were watching her like a hawk. It had been two days since the incident in the park, not to mention the incident in the bedroom, and she was starting to get antsy. She was going to go stir crazy if they didn’t give her a moment alone. The only time she had free was when she was in her room. But even that was getting old. How many times could she run back to her room before they decided to take the door off the hinges? She wasn’t quite ready for a repeat of what’d happened. That wasn’t like her. She wasn’t that… that free with her emotions. She still couldn’t get over what she’d done. What she’d let them do to her. Not to mention what they’d done to each other. How could she not know they were a couple? Thinking back, she realized there was a lot she didn’t know about them. Christ, she didn’t even know how old they were. She didn’t even know when they had been turned. So much for being nest mates. She didn’t know them at all. Frankly, she couldn’t believe they hadn’t pressed her for more. She ignored the slight twinge that let her know she was hurt they hadn’t. They had simply left her alone, giving her time to come to grips with what’d happened. At least that better be what they were thinking. If they’d just lost interest in her, if they were through with her, she would kill them. Never mind the fact that she didn’t want to be intimate again. Oh, no. It was the principle of the thing. She was allowed to throw them away. She’d be damned if they would do that to her. Huffing out a breath, she sat down on the ground. There had to be something to do. This was ridiculous. There wasn’t even anything in here to break up the monotony. Her room was boring. A bed, a desk, and a single bookcase were the only pieces of
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furniture. Hell, she didn’t even have a bedside table. That was what the bookcase was for. She slid down, lying on the floor, rolling her head against the soft rug. Spying something under her bed, she reached out to grab it. Ah, there you are. The journal Malcolm bought her for her last birthday. She had meant to write in it, but had never found the time, and then she’d misplaced it. Had it been under the bed the whole time? Sitting back up, she opened the journal, flipping through the blank pages. Hmmm… she might as well try writing something. There wasn’t anything better to do. She might be tempted to slit her wrists if she had another long, deep discussion with herself about whether she should go after Tristan and Dougal or wait for them to come to her. She was slowly going insane. No mistake about it. Standing up, she brought the journal to her desk, settling herself in front of it and picking up a pen. Tapping it thoughtfully against her chin, she paused for a moment. What to write? She set the pen to paper, content to just let the words flow out. I stepped inside, closing the door behind me. With a sigh, I dropped my bag at the door, kicking off my heels and walking further into the kitchen. The house was dark, the only light coming in from the patio doors ahead of me. I stifled a scream when something moved in the living room. “You’ve been avoiding us, pet,” he drawled, with a hint of steel underneath. “I haven’t,” I protested. “That’s your first strike. Don’t lie to me,” he said, walking toward me. His raven locks blended into the darkness, making him seem a part of it. I hesitated briefly before stumbling forward to meet him. “I’m sorry, Master. I didn’t mean to,” I whispered. “Why have you been avoiding us?” he asked. “I don’t know.” He simply stared down at me. He was so much bigger than me, but it had always made me feel safe. Now, it was simply intimidating, but I still felt safe.
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“I mean, I kind of know why. It’s just…” I sighed. That didn’t sound quite right but I didn’t know how to tell him why I’d been avoiding him. “This is scary for me. I’ve never been challenged like this before. I’ve never had these feelings before. Or, at least, I’ve never had an outlet for them.” “I know that, pet. I need you to tell me what’s wrong.” “I’m tired of running away, Master. I’ve never had anyone make me stop before. I need someone to make me face my fears.” “What are you afraid of?” he asked, stepping closer. “Everything. I’m afraid of being close to someone. I’m afraid that if I don’t stop now, then I’ll never be close to anyone. And that frightens me more than anything. I’m tired of being scared. I’m tired of being lonely.” “You’re not alone, pet. I’m here.” “Please…” I whispered. “Please what, pet? I need to hear the words.” “Please, Master. Make me stop.” He looked down at me, studying my features. “Take off your clothes, pet.” I trembled. I felt like I was standing on a precipice. If I took a step back, I’d be safe. I’d stay on dry land and remain safe in my little world. If I took a step forward, I’d be taking a risk. I’d be flinging myself off the cliff, but I’d have the chance to fly. I glanced down at the ground, hesitating briefly before I started to unbutton my shirt. My hands were shaking when I drew it off my shoulders. I reached back and unclasped my bra, sliding it off to join my shirt on the floor. It made it somehow more mysterious to be doing this in the dark. My hands went to my belt, releasing the catch before moving down and popping the button at the top of my slacks. I slid the zipper down, sliding my pants off my hips to pool at my feet. I was naked underneath, my pussy bare to his gaze. I felt naughty at the thought that I’d sat all day at the office with no panties on. I wondered briefly what my coworkers would think if they knew. I bent over and slid off my socks. When I straightened, I was completely nude. “On your knees, pet.”
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I lowered myself to the ground, steadying myself with a hand on his calf. His large hands went to his buckle, releasing it and his zipper in a few quick motions. And then I was looking at his thick cock when he pulled it out. I whimpered. My heart was beating so fast I couldn’t stop the trembling. My hand on his leg shook slightly. I leaned forward, stopping suddenly when I remembered. I looked up at him, waiting for him to nod. “Good pet. Suck my cock.” I edged forward, coming closer to his thick shaft. I smelled him, he was that close. The musky scent was such a turn-on. I felt myself growing wetter. I opened my mouth, placing a kiss on the head of his cock. “Pet…” he warned. I felt my lips curve. I sucked the plum head into my mouth, straining to take it all. He was so big, I was afraid for a minute. This was like nothing I’d ever experienced. I sucked gently, licking him with my tongue. Backing up, I swallowed, tasting him in my mouth. I didn’t know what to do. I was afraid of turning him off with my inexperience. But I figured he’d tell me if I did something he didn’t like. I just wished he’d take the choice out of my hands. For this, for my first time, I didn’t want to have to think. I wanted him to control me. I whimpered, licking a path along his shaft, tracing the veins with my tongue. When I had him glistening with my saliva, I opened my mouth and took his cock inside again. Bobbing my head, I slowly drew my mouth over him, whimpering when I stopped. And then he took the choice away from me. His hands that had been resting at his sides came up and held the back of my head. I could hear him, whispering words of encouragement while he pulled my head onto his cock. I gagged slightly and he urged me back. “Good, pet, you’re doing well. One more time,” he drawled. I wanted him to be happy with me, I wanted to please him, so I took him into my mouth again. This time, with his help, I was able to take him further, sucking his cock deeper. “Good girl,” he crooned, releasing my head and drawing me to my feet. He pulled me close, and I nuzzled into his chest for a moment. Turning me, he walked toward the chair he’d been sitting in when I’d arrived. There was someone else in the chair now. Another man.
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My Master stood me in front of the blond man, caressing my sides with his hands. “Now, you are going to suck him while I fuck you good and proper.”
Melaina shivered, slamming her journal shut with a resounding snap. Where the hell had that come from? She couldn’t believe she’d written those words. They were so out of character for her. Unbelievable. She was shaking, her whole body trembling from the force of the emotions that had emerged. Where had that come from?
Chapter Five “You’re driving me crazy. It’s been days. Can you please just go and talk to them?” Malcolm pleaded, giving her his puppy dog eyes. He stood in the doorway, tapping his fingers against the doorknob. Mel sighed, flopping over to lie on her back. She hadn’t even heard him open the door. What did that say about her frame of mind right now? “Mel, you know you’re getting close. You need to talk to them. If they can’t find a way to help you, then I’m totally behind you no matter what you choose. But face it, sis, you aren’t helping yourself right now. You’re just making it worse.” “You don’t know what you’re asking me to do, Colly.” “Then explain it to me! Seriously, Mel, you need to do something and I’m not going to just sit back and watch you get sicker. Would you just talk to them? I’m sure they’ll work something out for you. Just talk to them,” he pleaded, coming further into the room. He slid down to rest on his knees beside the bed, reaching out to grab her hand. “Don’t make me go through that again. Please, I can’t go through that again. You have no idea what it was like for me. Sitting there, watching you go through that, waiting for something to happen. I hated having to make all those trips to the hospital to get those tests done. Not knowing what was wrong was killing me. I thought it would change when you were turned. I thought I’d be the weak one, being the only human here. I thought you’d be stronger.” “So did I,” she whispered, sniffing back her tears. “So… we need to find a way to fight this. We can do it, Mel. Trust them,” he said, leaning his head on the bed. “I don’t know if I can trust anyone but you, Colly. I’m scared.”
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“Of what?” She rolled to the side, facing him. “I’m scared they’ll let me down. If I open myself up, and they let me go… I don’t think I could live with that. It’s too big.” He was silent for a moment, squeezing her hand. His other hand reached up to pick at the coverlet on the bed. “You’ll never know, will you? If you don’t try to open up to them. I think you can trust them. I trust them.” He frowned. “Please, just talk to them.” She twisted her head to look up at the ceiling. What would it hurt? She needed to do something. When she was human, the doctors told her she would only need to remove one pint of blood a week until everything stabilized. After that, things would be better, and she wouldn’t be as sick. It wasn’t supposed to be this bad. The need was coming faster since becoming a vampire, instead of getting better like she thought it would. Every few days she had to deal with this, this clawing need to do something to lower her blood volume. Malcolm was right. They wouldn’t be able to do this for much longer if she didn’t try something different. Obviously her way wasn’t working. She couldn’t figure out why. She was doing everything the doctors had told her they would be doing to her. What was she doing differently? She sat up, sliding over to stand beside Malcolm. He stayed, kneeling on the floor, looking at her with one brow raised. “So…” he drawled. “So. I guess I should go talk to them,” she sighed. Malcolm smiled, a wide, beaming grin. She stepped around him, heading for the door. Walking down the hall toward the living room was one of the hardest things she’d ever done. She knew they were both home. The closer she got, the stronger their scents became. Apples and sage. When she entered the room, Tristan stood up, turning to stare intently at her. He was wearing a threadbare pair of jeans -- his bare feet just visible -- paired with a longsleeved pullover in a shade of blue that matched his eyes.
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Dougal remained in his seat, tapping his fingers along the arm of the chair. The movement was hypnotic, slow and mesmerizing. He was clothed all in black… naturally. Shaking her head, she stepped further into the room, moving to stand near one of the bay windows. The shades had been opened, letting in the fading light. The sky was a pale shade of indigo, the last traces of daylight lingering before darkness set completely. “Have you made a decision?” Tristan questioned, moving up behind her.
She nodded, a quick, jerky movement. “I think we need to talk.”
“Whatever you want,” he murmured, placing a whisper soft kiss along her
neckline. Shuddering, she wrapped her arms around herself. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a couple?” She cut right to the topic that had been bothering her most. She turned to face the room, staring at both men. Tristan so close, so open. Dougal sitting apart from them, his impenetrable mask firmly in place. “We didn’t think it mattered. It was never an issue, a stór. You’ve never indicated any inclination for a deeper relationship… until now. What would you have had us do?” “I don’t know. I just don’t like that you were hiding this from me.”
“Do you really want to get into that?” Dougal snarled.
Throwing her hands up in the air, she glared at him.
“Look, I think we all agree that mistakes have been made. Why don’t we forget
the past, and move on from here. We need to figure out what to do with the passion simmering between the three of us. It must be consensual, whatever happens. Agreed?” Tristan waited for them to both nod before continuing. “Now, what else do you need us to share?” “I want to know how you met,” Mel whispered. Tristan froze, his eyes distant. He looked like he was remembering those days, and what he remembered wasn’t good. Dougal remained in the chair, the tapping of his fingers his only movement.
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“I was in the fields when I first saw him. He looked like a right Jackeen, a fancy man come to collect. I’m not ashamed to admit I was a bit gone in the head by that point. The ground wouldn’t agree with me, I was trying to part the soil to form the graves, but it wouldn’t give. The closer he came, the more I thought he might be an angel come to collect my soul instead of my food.” “The graves?” “Aye. Mother and Da, and my three little sisters. My brother had already died the winter afore. His grave had been dug by Da. I was all alone, and I couldn’t dig the graves. I was too weak from not eating,” he said, shifting in place. “Why weren’t you eating?” “There was nothing to eat,” he said simply. “The food was rotted. When we pulled the potatoes, they were black. They turned to mush if we tried to cook them. We had already given so much to the man in charge, there was nothing left when it mattered.” “Nothing much mattered in 1847 anyway,” Dougal murmured. Tristan turned his face to the other man, a sad smile flickering across it. “Except you. You mattered when it was important. When I lay close to death’s door and could hear the angels calling me. You mattered,” he whispered. Turning, he faced Mel again, bringing up one hand to lay it against her cheek. “I thought he was it for me, until I saw you lying on the dirty street, bleeding out. We didn’t have a choice, I couldn’t let you die. You looked like an angel. The slash of crimson on your throat was a beacon in the night. You called to me in a way that only Dougal had. You were so beautiful, hovering so close to death as you were. I gave you my blood to save your life, then Dougal did the same.” “Somehow that doesn’t sound that romantic,” she commented, wryly. “So, it was my blood that called to you?” “Blood is the only thing we know for certain. It is a symbol of our life force, once used by the ancients to call upon the gods themselves. Blood connects us to each other. Mine runs in your veins, as yours does in mine. It connects us, a tangible line that can
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never be broken. It connects you to Dougal too, though he likes to pretend he’s so far removed from everything. We can never escape it. And I never want to.” She parted her lips, contemplating his words. She didn’t remember a lot about that night. It was all a blur after the rogue bit her, tore open her throat and left her for dead. They’d never found him. Dougal and Tristan had given up the search to save her life. By the time she was all right, they’d lost his scent. “I can’t believe I’ve never thought to ask you about that night. I wanted to forget it ever happened. I can remember waking up and denying it had ever happened. I thought I was going crazy.” “We didn’t want to frighten you any more than you already had been,” Tristan uttered. “We left you alone because we didn’t think you could handle anymore revelations.” “What do you mean?” “Both of us decided that night… we wanted something more from you. We have needs that we haven’t begun to show you,” Tristan revealed. “We stayed away from you because we thought it was best. Obviously we were wrong. If we had stuck close to you, we might have discovered your little secret sooner. It is not a mistake we will repeat, Melaina,” Dougal said, his words sounding oddly like a threat. Tristan huffed, frowning at Dougal, shaking his head when the two men exchanged glances. “Do you have to do that, mo ionúin? It’s annoying, and you know it.” Dougal grinned, a quick baring of his teeth. His chuckle, when it came, caused goose bumps to break out across her skin. The darkly erotic sound made her think of sweaty bodies rolling around on twisted sheets. She shook her head, clearing the image away. He smirked at her, as if he knew what she’d been thinking. Impossible. Wasn’t it? “Why don’t we make a deal? Place your trust in us this night. Allow us to give you a taste of what we need from you. Tomorrow, we can return to the hard questions
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and depressing answers. For tonight, allow us to forget everything but the three of us,” Tristan proposed. She thought about it. She couldn’t deny that she wanted to be with them again. She had so many questions she wanted to ask them, but everything seemed so big all of a sudden. They were offering her a reprieve for tonight. Put aside everything, and just feel. She could agree to that. Not giving herself any more time to think, she nodded sharply. Dougal stood up, stretching in place, bringing his muscles into wonderful relief against the black dress shirt. Mel watched him, fearful that her tongue was hanging out, but damn… he was magnificent. He turned to her with a grin, winking before walking out the door. Tristan snorted, pulling her close to him with a squeeze. “If you don’t stop looking at him like that, I’ll think you don’t want me.” He chuckled. “I want you both. I just don’t know what to do about it.” “Allow me to show you.” Tristan grinned. “I have a feeling I know what you want to show me,” she snorted. “I don’t know how I missed this attraction all these months.” “Ah, you were blind, love. I’m not insulted by it… much. You’ll just have to make it up to us, over and over and over…” She laughed, squealing when he burrowed his face between her breasts. She definitely liked the sound of that. He picked her up easily, carrying her after Dougal. She didn’t question where they were going. There was only one place she wanted to be right now. All the hard questions were still hovering at the edge of her mind, but she was willing to let them go. She was willing to let them make the decisions… for now.
Chapter Six Dougal was waiting for them when they entered his bedroom. She hadn’t gotten a very good glimpse of it the last time she was in the room. Between having her mind clouded with passion and then with anger, she hadn’t thought about anything other than the two men with her at the time. Now she was able to glance around. The bed was massive, topped with a suede headboard decorated with several small rings near the mattress. The big bed dominated the room, and it was covered in black cotton. She would have figured Dougal for a silk man, but the more she looked around, the more she started to think that Tristan had made his mark on this room too. Cotton was more his style. So was the row of vanilla candles lining the mantle of the fireplace. The only other furniture was a massive chaise opposite the door. It too was black suede, complementing the headboard. The room was altogether too monochromatic for her taste, but it suited the two men. Dougal’s simplicity was coupled with Tristan’s need to experience his senses. A sheepskin rug lay haphazardly in front of the fireplace, a perfect place to lie down and cuddle. Or fuck, depending on the mood. Dougal didn’t waste any time. He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a chest of chiseled perfection. His body was marred with scars, some small, but one jagged wound slashed across his belly. They added another fascinating layer to a man whom she didn’t know nearly enough about. They were still strangers in so many ways. They’d taught her how to be a vampire, how to find blood when the need came over her. They didn’t have to kill to survive. Most vampires fed every two or three days, although the need was more raging in fledglings. She had to feed every night for the first month after she was turned.
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Mel still couldn’t figure out how she was able to take in blood to feed, but had to get rid of it to stay healthy. It was as if there were two parts of her body that were at war with each other. It was too damn bad her vampire self was losing the battle to the human disease that had crept up on her so suddenly. While she had been preoccupied with the myriad of thoughts cramming her mind, Dougal had begun to slide off his pants. She was brought back when she was presented with the sight of his thick, jutting cock. He was already fiercely aroused, palming his cock with one large hand while she stared at him. She wet her lips with the tip of her tongue, gratified by the groan he let out. Tristan came up behind her again, bringing her up against his hard body. He must have rid himself of his own clothing. His glorious, naked body was pressed up against her backside. He nuzzled her shoulder. “Do you know anything about dominance and submission?” She looked down, a brief fluttering of her eyes, then glanced back up at Tristan, hoping he hadn’t seen the betraying sign. “I know a bit. Why? Are you going to tell me you and Dougal are into whips and chains?” “I told you we had needs. What did you think we were talking about, Melaina?” Dougal asked, pulling her attention away from the blond vampire. “I don’t know what I thought. I just assumed… I don’t know what I thought,” she whispered. “I think you have been giving it some thought, though. Or did you not expect us to see this?” Dougal asked, striding to the chaise and picking up a small, innocuous book. She had somehow missed seeing it when she first entered the room and looked around. Her journal. Damn it! “Look, it’s not what it seems,” she stated. “I just --” “‘I’m tired of running away, Master. I’ve never had anyone make me stop before. I need someone to make me face my fears’,” Dougal read. “That sounds like you know more than ‘a bit’ about the subject at hand.” “Please…” she whimpered.
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“Ah, what’s my line supposed to be? Please what, pet? I need to hear the words,” Dougal said, his voice rough. Mel whimpered again, a soft, strangled sound. She was shaking so badly, her breath came in jerks. They had read her journal. Oh, God… the things she had written were private. She didn’t mean them… they were just words. Weren’t they? “I-I… I d-don’t…” she stuttered, fear freezing her in place. “Hush, a stór. I have you, I won’t let you fall. I have you,” Tristan crooned, tightening his arms around her. She leaned back into Tristan, confused at the rioting emotions she was feeling. Tristan’s tenderness was like a balm to her frazzled nerves, but it was Dougal’s fierceness that was tying her up in knots. The dichotomy between them was turning her inside out. She didn’t know who she was when she was with them. Nothing was familiar anymore. “They’re just words. I… they’re just words, they don’t mean anything,” she said, swallowing convulsively. “Mayhap the need was always inside of you, you just didn’t realize it. Trust us with you, Melaina. We won’t let you fall off that cliff you wrote about. We will catch you,” Tristan whispered, his breath coming in puffs against her ear. “Will you trust us?” Dougal entreated, holding out his free hand, placing the journal back on the chaise. She let her eyes fall shut, becoming lost in the blackness for a moment. This was it. This was the moment where she either took a step forward and took a chance or stepped back and stayed on safe ground. She stepped forward, literally and figuratively, opening her eyes to see Dougal’s ferocious smile. “How much do you really know about the lifestyle?” Tristan asked. “Serious now. We aren’t playing games. This isn’t a fantasy for us. It’s our life.” “You might want to explain it to me first. I only really know about role-playing,” she said, chewing on her bottom lip.
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“There are three words that you must always remember. Safe, Sane and Consensual.” Dougal motioned her forward to sit on the bed. She perched on the edge, keeping both men in view. “Everything we do together must be done with the intentions of all three. We will never do anything you aren’t ready for. Trust your intuition. If you are uncomfortable at any time, you must tell us. We can’t read your mind, as much as I would like to. You must agree with everything that is happening. If Tristan doesn’t like something, he is always free to speak up and demand a stop. The same is true for you and for myself. Is that clear?” She nodded. “I understand.” “You understand what?” Her eyes widened, she looked at him unblinking. A look of displeasure ran over his face. He never liked waiting. “I understand, Master?” She was uncomfortably aware of how her statement had turned into a question. She’d meant to say that with more determination in her voice. “Good, now lie back on the bed, and don’t move,” he said. She turned over, crawling to the center of the bed, twisting when she got there to lie on her back. She twitched, unsure of what to do now. Dougal slid onto the bed, elegantly graceful despite his size. He moved silently, hovering over her. Tristan stepped away from the bed, opening the closet door on the opposite wall and disappearing. She returned her attention to Dougal. He smiled faintly, reaching down to pull up her top, throwing it to the side when she shrugged out of it. Her bra followed after. He didn’t touch her any more than what it took to remove the clothing. It was almost as if he was waiting for something. His hands moved to her waistband, unsnapping her jeans and sliding them down her legs, bringing her panties with them. He briefly caressed the skin that was revealed, placing a kiss against her right knee before throwing the jeans to the floor beside the bed.
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“You know I hate it when you do that. It wouldn’t hurt you to pick up after yourself,” Tristan laughed, returning to the room with something in his hand. He was still gloriously naked, making Dougal seem out of place in the room, the only one wearing any clothing now. Dougal grinned, his face appearing almost boyish for a moment. He bent down, licking a path along her left breast, ending up at her nipple. Tasting around the bud, he ignored it, moving to nuzzle his face between her breasts. She moaned, dropping her head back against the bed. She let the sensations take her, closing her eyes while Dougal feasted at her breasts. Every once in a while he would add his teeth to the mix, tightening things low in her body, causing her pussy to ache. Her legs twitched, moving against the cool cotton, soothing her heated flesh. She smelled her arousal, sharp and sweet in the room, mixing with the scent of apples and sage, until she couldn’t distinguish one from the other. Tristan moved to the head of the bed, dropping something beside her where she couldn’t see it. He held up the remaining object, waiting for her to look at him, letting her see the wrist cuffs dangling from his fingertips. They were blood red, startling against the monochromatic backdrop of the room. A bright slash of color. Held together by a metal clasp hooked to a small ring on either cuff, they were lined with fur. She gasped, closing her hands into fists at the thought of feeling that fur against her skin. He unhooked the clasp, dropping it to the floor where Dougal had already thrown her clothes. Shimmying up the bed, he placed one cuff around her wrist, tightening it to make sure it was snug. She moaned, torn between concentrating on Dougal at her breasts or Tristan at her wrists. It should have been an easy decision. A month ago it would have been an easy decision. But the feel of the fur, erotically brushing against her skin every time she clenched her fist, was sending shockwaves straight to her pussy. The scent of her arousal strengthened. She felt the slide of cream along the crack of her ass. She was gasping, pressing her chest closer to Dougal, begging him wordlessly to suck one of her nipples deep into his mouth.
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He finally acceded to her wishes, sinking his teeth deep into her breast above her left nipple, drawing in blood and heated flesh. She screamed, unable to gather a coherent thought. Clamping her thighs tightly together, she was seconds away from an explosive orgasm when he released her. She jerked her hands, intending to pull him back to her breast, but they wouldn’t move. Panicked, she looked up to see them cuffed to the headboard, linked to the small rings she had noticed earlier. So that’s what they’re for. She mewled, needing something more. She had been so damn close. Dougal chuckled darkly, sitting up to straddle her belly. His cock tented his trousers, hard and demanding. He ignored it, instead looking down at her on display. Her breasts were flushed from his handiwork, two pinpricks above her nipple oozing blood. The blood flow followed the curve of her breast, trailing down to the side of her body. She couldn’t see where it went or if it was dripping onto the sheets. She jerked her hands again, trying to tighten her thighs to get some friction on her swollen clit. She needed something. Dougal pushed up, vaulting over the bed to land beside Tristan. “Undress me,” he said, firmly. Tristan happily complied, immediately going to his knees in front of him. Mel craned her head, trying to see as much as she could. Tristan released the button, sliding down the zipper, placing one hand inside the waistband to protect the raging hard-on inside. Dougal’s trousers dropped to the floor, leaving him completely bare. Tristan didn’t waste any time. He took the head of Dougal’s cock into his mouth, concaving his cheeks when he sucked hard. Dougal grunted, thrusting his hips, driving his cock deeper. Tristan hummed, bringing up one hand to roll his balls, fondling them. Mel jerked her wrists, wanting to be the one to touch. Damn it, they couldn’t just leave her like this. “Please…” she whimpered. Dougal slanted his eyes over to her. “Quiet, or I’ll have to gag you.”
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She sobbed, her pussy spasming once, her hips twisting on the bed. Tristan didn’t move, keeping his lips sealed around Dougal. The two men seemed so natural together, they moved like they were one being. “Enough,” Dougal stated. “Aye, Máistir,” Tristan said when he removed his mouth, licking his swollen lips. Dougal growled, pulling the other man up with a jerk, mashing their lips together. He kissed him like he would die if he didn’t get to taste Tristan. She mewled, twisting her hips against the sheets. “You know I love it when you call me that,” he rumbled. “Máistir, Máistir, my Master, mine,” Tristan whispered between kisses. Dougal growled again, a low throaty sound. He pushed Tristan away, returning to the bed. Climbing up the foot of the bed, he raised Mel’s legs, sliding them over his shoulders in one seamless movement. She opened her mouth, gasping for breath. He released one hand on her leg, testing her dew with knowledgeable fingers. She pressed into him, trying to entice him to linger. He pulled back his hand, slapping her hard across her clit. She screamed, pressing her legs forcefully against his shoulders. “Mmm…” She liked that. “Máistir.” Dougal repeated the motion, bringing her hard to the edge of an orgasm, a sharp, stinging slap against her tender flesh. She bucked into him, begging for more. “Say the words, Melaina,” he groaned. “Please… please, Master.” “I think she might need something else, Máistir,” Tristan said, picking up the object he’d dropped earlier. It was a silver tear-shaped egg roughly the size of a large strawberry. At the widest point, a slim stalk rose, tapering to a circle of silver that formed a handle. It was seamless, a perfectly formed, beautiful object. It looked elegant, dainty even, held in his hand.
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He ran it along her stomach and she jerked at the cool metal against her skin. She whimpered, confused. What was it for? Dougal took it from Tristan, dipping it into her folds to coat it in her juices. She pressed up, trying to get the tear-shaped object closer to her heated pussy. He chuckled, pressing the tapered point of the metal egg into her flesh, running it down and teasing the puckered star of her anus. Dougal paused, waiting while Tristan coated the egg in lube, brushing little glances along her skin with the backs of his fingers. Then he inserted it without hesitation, sliding it into her ass until the handle rested snug against her body. She gasped, feeling the weight of the metal inside of her, making its presence known. He shifted her thighs, pressing forward in a single movement, arrowing the tip of his cock to her pussy. He tunneled inward relentlessly. Her eyes rolled back. Her mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. She felt every inch of his possession. It felt like he was branding her, marking her as belonging to him. No other man could possibly compete with this feeling. She tightened her muscles, moaning at the feel of him in her pussy and the metal plug in her ass. Tristan shifted near her head, butting the rounded glans of his cock against her lips, making his presence known. She angled her head, fitting the familiar glans into her mouth, tasting the droplet of pre-come that was weeping from the slit. He placed one elegant hand on the back of her head, holding her in place. They took her together. It felt like they were invading every inch of her body. All she could taste was them. All she could smell, and hear and see, was them. All she could feel was them… taking her, branding her, making her theirs. The contractions started in her belly, deep and relentless. She clamped down hard on the thick cock in her pussy, milking him as she found her release. She screamed around the shaft in her mouth, gasping for breath. Dougal groaned his own release, spilling his seed deep within her. Tristan held out for half a dozen more strokes, losing himself when she wrapped her tongue around the tip of his cock. He pulled back at the last second, coming on her breasts. She felt utterly boneless… utterly taken.
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She was barely aware of them removing the plug from her ass, and her wrists from the cuffs. She couldn’t even help them. That would require way too much energy. Dougal again held her from behind, letting her cuddle into Tristan’s frame. Closing her eyes, she felt her lips curl up in an exhausted smile.
Chapter Seven “You know, in all this time, I don’t think I’ve ever heard the story of how Dougal was made a vampire,” she stated, raising her eyebrows. “If one of us wins, I want your story. If you win, I’ll let it go for now.” “For now?” Dougal asked, smirking. “Well, seriously. You can’t expect me to just drop it. I want to know as much about you two as I can. So, I’ll let it go for now, and ask you again later. Deal?” She smiled widely, a happy laugh bubbling up. They were in the kitchen, crowded around a beat-up board, ready to start a game. Dougal and Tristan may have lived longer, but no one beat Malcolm and her when it came to remembering useless bits of fluff. They were masters at this particular board game. It had been Tristan’s idea, to try and change things up a bit. He had suggested doing something fun, that they could all be part of, but it was Mel who’d suggested this. Dougal nodded once and Mel had to restrain herself from clapping. This was going to be fun. An hour later, Dougal was bent over the chair Malcolm was sprawled in. “You cheated,” he thundered. “I won fair and square, and you know it,” Malcolm laughed, trying to cover it with a cough, but not succeeding very well. “Time to pay up, Dougal,” Mel chuckled. He grumbled, crossing his arms and glaring at Tristan. “You cannot expect me to abide by the rules when he cheated.”
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Tristan laughed. “You cannot expect me to believe that you’ve never cheated at anything in your life. If I recall, you were a right bugger when I met you. Weren’t you a warrior when you were turned?” “Holy shit! Really?” Malcolm asked, nearly quivering in his excitement.
“Does it matter?” Dougal asked.
“Ummm… hi, my name is Malcolm and I’m a history major. Of course it matters.
What year were you born?” Dougal sighed, running his finger down the bridge of his nose. He straightened, smoothing back his hair. “I doona know the year. It was before the turn of the millennium.” “Which one?” Tristan snorted.
Dougal frowned at him. “The first.”
“You’re over a thousand years old?” Mel asked, sitting down with a thud.
“Who were you? Anyone I might know?” Malcolm said, literally vibrating with
excitement. “My name was Wolf. I was born to Cennétig mac Lorcáin.” “Wolf? Wolf… Give me a sec, it’ll come to me. I need another hint.” “My brother was Brian Boru.” “Oh my frickin God. Brian Boru? The Brian Boru? Wow. Double wow. I can’t believe this. We just talked about him last semester. I can’t believe it.” Mel frowned, looking between Dougal and her brother. Tristan stepped forward. “Let me think, that would make you…” Malcolm paused, looking around the room. He got up hurriedly, and started pawing through the books lining the shelves. He picked up and discarded several before finally settling on a book about the history of the Celtic Realms. Flipping through the pages, he began reading soundlessly, his lips moving. “Wolf, Wolf, Wolf… holy shit! Wolf the Quarrelsome? You’re Wolf the Quarrelsome? I think I might pass out.” “What the hell is he talking about, Dougal?” Tristan asked, puzzled.
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“I can’t believe I didn’t piece it together. You’re a legend,” Malcolm said, a touch of awe in his voice. “Wolf the Quarrelsome fought in the Battle of Clontarf beside Brian Boru, who was the High King of Ireland by the way. When his brother -- your brother -was killed by the Vikings, they said Wolf went crazy, tracked them down and killed the guy responsible and all his men…” Dougal turned around to watch him, giving Tristan and Mel his back. She felt dizzy. She shook her head when her eyesight went blurry for a moment. “Is that true, Dougal? You told me you were a warrior. I didn’t know you were royalty,” Tristan said with a frown. “I’m not royalty,” Dougal snarled. “Ah, here it is, The Story of Burnt Njal,” Malcolm muttered, opening up another book and flipping through the pages. “It says here that Wolf the Quarrelsome started to fight with this guy named Brodir, and that every time he thrust at him, Brodir fell before him. He would have finished him, but Brodir ran away. Wait, where’s the part about…” Dougal huffed, stepping to the side to sprawl in the chair to his left. His hands landed on the arms of the chair, his knuckles white. “I believe that is enough, Malcolm.” “No, wait. I know they mention you again. I just want to find it…” he trailed off again. “I think I need to hear the rest of this, mo ionúin,” Tristan said, hugging his arms to his chest. “Here it is… and then both Wolf the Quarrelsome and Kerthialfad turned back. They threw a ring of branches around Brodir and his men and they were all taken alive. Wolf the Quarrelsome cut open Brodir’s belly, and unwound his entrails, making a trail around the trunk of a tree with them. He did not die before they were drawn out of him. Every one of Brodir’s men was killed after he died. Yikes, that’s just gruesome, man. I remember reading about that. You just up and disappeared after that. No one ever heard about you again,” Malcolm muttered to himself, shaking his head.
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He looked up when the silence finally penetrated, glancing around at the other inhabitants of the room. “What’d I say?” Mel shook her head, wondering at her brother’s stupidity at times. Tristan was still hugging himself, his face paler than normal. It was hard for a vampire to look shocked, but he came damned close. Dougal was staring at the wall in front of him, the tapping of his fingers on the chair arm the only movement on his body. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Tristan questioned. Dougal frowned fiercely, clamping down hard on the arm of the wooden chair he was sitting in. Mel heard a creaking groan before the arm snapped in half. He looked down with disgust, standing up and throwing the arm to the ground. “Why do you think? I knew you would look at me exactly the way you’re looking now. I won’t apologize for who I was. You don’t know what it was like. I was a warrior. It was all I knew how to be.” “What happened?” Mel asked, ignoring the headache that was creeping through her skull. “After…” “I had been injured. I was bleeding out, but I needed time to myself. I left my men and my family and wandered away from the battlefield. I wanted to die. It didn’t seem worth it to fight anymore.” Tristan seemed to shake himself out of his thoughts. With a jerky step, he reached out to grab Dougal’s arm. Pushing past the resistance, he plastered himself to the front of Dougal, wrapping his long arms around his lover. Dougal sighed, long and drawn out, enfolding Tristan close. Mel felt her heart squeeze. Strange that she could still feel the stupid organ. Why couldn’t the legends about vampires be true? They weren’t supposed to have hearts and they weren’t supposed to feel pain of any kind. Right now, she would give anything not to feel this pain. She clenched her teeth, feeling the sweat break out on her forehead. She wasn’t thinking clearly. The headache was pounding at her temples. She held in her groan, not wanting them to know she was sick. She didn’t want to interrupt Dougal now for anything.
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“He came out of the night, walking toward me. When he asked me if I wanted a change, I said yes. He bit me, killed me. Saved me. He was my enemy, one of the Vikings that fought that day, but he left me that night. I don’t really remember much about him. Just his eyes, fiery red. I wandered for years, trying to forget who I was. I didn’t fight, didn’t get involved with humans beyond what I needed to feed. When I finally came to my senses, I wasn’t Wolf anymore. I was the Dubhghall, the dark stranger. Over time, I just became Dougal.” “I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t even think there might have been a reason that you wanted to keep your identity a secret. I’m so sorry, Dougal,” Malcolm pleaded, his face crumpled. “You didn’t know.” “Yeah, but I didn’t have to be such an ass about it. I mean, seriously, I should have been able to pick up on the fact that you were uncomfortable. I don’t -- owww!” he cut off, rubbing his head when Mel cuffed him. “Drop it,” she whispered, frowning at him. She grimaced when the abrupt movement sent itchy pain up her arm. She held it close to her body, hoping they didn’t notice. It was too soon for this to happen again. Why was it happening so soon? Why was she getting sick so soon? It wasn’t supposed to happen for another night or two. “I think we’ve all had a bit of excitement. Why don’t we pack it in for the night. I can feel the dawn coming,” Tristan murmured, running his hands down Dougal’s back. Mel stayed where she was, watching the two men walk out of the room ahead of her. She felt cold, and her eyesight was blurry. “Aren’t you going to join them?” Malcolm asked. “Colly, I need to do something. You go on to bed. I’ll go and join them in a bit,” she lied, keeping her gaze on the door that had closed behind them. They hadn’t looked back. Not once had they looked back. It was a good thing. She tried to convince herself of that. She couldn’t face them right now. Malcolm nodded, squeezing her shoulder on the way past. “I’ll see you tonight, ’kay?”
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She managed to dredge up a smile for him. When he was gone, she stood in place, watching the door. She didn’t belong with them. It might hurt for a while -- okay, longer than a while -- but she’d get over it eventually. It was time to wise up. Sure, they’d had fun last night. She enjoyed their game, but that wasn’t who she was. She wasn’t sure if she was cut out for this whole Master/slave idea. Shaking her head, she acknowledged the lie. She would give anything to be with them. But, in the light of day -- figuratively speaking -- things weren’t as clear as they were last night. Last night felt like it was worlds apart from now. They deserved better than what she could give them. She was sick, and she always would be. They shouldn’t have to go through this with her. “Ah!” she gasped, bending double when a shaft of pain entered her head. It was time. No matter what they said, she wasn’t normal and she never would be. Every time she thought she was, she would have this to remind her. She turned, stumbling, but managed to walk to the door leading outside. Dawn wasn’t that close. It was still about forty-five minutes away. She’d make it -- barely. Not giving herself time to doubt her actions, she strode outside, starting up her bike and quickly moving away from the house. She only looked back once. She was crying by the time she made it to the warehouse. She collapsed on the ground outside, her legs on fire. Dawn was minutes away. It was beating at her mind with large butterfly wings. She sobbed, crawling to the door. Pushing it open with a clanging groan, she managed to slither inside. Stupid, stupid, stupid. What did I do? Oh, God, it was going to be too late. The pain was wracking her body now. It had never been this bad. She couldn’t figure out what had brought it on. She usually had more time between the initial tremors and the mind-numbing shock. Coughs wracked her frame. She had to stop when they caused her to throw up, blood spattering on the floor in front of her. Shaking, she finally kicked the door shut, crawling to the center of the floor, past the shelf where her knife lay. She made it to the bathroom, closing the door just as the first pink fingers of daylight entered the building. She would be safe until night. If she made it till night…
Chapter Eight “Dear Jaysus, is she still…?” “She’s alive, Tristan. She’s alive,” Dougal said, his voice breaking on the words. Mel gasped in pain when a wracking shudder ran along her body. She couldn’t open her eyes. They felt sealed shut. “Shhh… it’s going to be okay. Just lie still. A ghrá mo chroí. Christ, I can’t do this again, Dougal. I can’t.” “She’s going to be okay, right? I did the right thing?” Malcolm asked, his voice ragged. He was sobbing quietly. She felt a sharp pain at her wrist, another at her neck. Two strong mouths sucked at her skin, drinking her blood. What felt like an eternity later, she was able to crack open her eyelids. Dougal pulled hard at her wrist, sending tiny tendrils of arousal through her body. She was too weak for anything more. Tristan was bent over her, sucking at her neck, almost frantically. Shifting her eyes, she saw Malcolm hovering over Dougal. The three of them were lying on the dirty floor of the warehouse, Malcolm the only one on his feet. They must have moved her out of the bathroom. How had they found her? She moaned, a pained sound when she tried to shift. Her muscles protested the movement, locking up on her. “A ghrá, don’t try to move,” Tristan murmured, releasing her neck for a moment. He immediately latched on again, draining her of the blood filling her to dangerous levels. A sense of calm infused her body, reminiscent of how she felt after her nightly draining. But this was different, more relaxing despite the fact that the surroundings were the same. When she was feeling almost back to normal, she shifted, pulling her
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wrist away from Dougal. He released her with a gasp, his lips painted crimson with her blood -- her life force. It shouldn’t have been erotic, but strangely her heart turned over and her pussy gave one consenting pulse. Tristan raised himself off her, looking her over carefully with pained eyes. His face was pale, drawn. He raised a hand, wiping up a trickle of blood that escaped his mouth. Extending his pink tongue, he cleaned himself, licking it up. She didn’t know what to say. With her blood pressure back to normal, she suddenly felt like an ass. A complete and utter ass. What had she done? She could have died. How stupid could she possibly be? “How stupid could you possibly be?” Malcolm yelled, echoing her thoughts with alarming accuracy. Dougal lowered his head, not meeting her eyes when she looked at him. Why wouldn’t he look at her? She was afraid to open her mouth, afraid to speak and hear him slash her down for her stupidity. “You could have died. Jesus Christ on a crutch, you could have died, and where would that have left me? Did you even think of me? You’re all I have,” Malcolm cried, breaking down. The tears running down his face made his copper eyes appear luminescent. He was clean shaven for once, his pale features almost unearthly. She held out her hand, grateful when he fell into her, hugging her close. “I was so scared when I couldn’t find you. When Tristan came to my room asking where you were, I panicked. I couldn’t find you and it was too close to dawn for them to leave. We searched the house, Mel. They tossed it completely upside down looking for you. Don’t you ever do that to me again. To us,” he whispered fiercely. She turned her eyes to Tristan. “You came looking for me?” she croaked, her voice cracking. His face smoothed out, his eyes blanking for a moment before widening in anger. “Why wouldn’t I look for you? You belong beside us, but what did we find? You gone only minutes before the dawn. We could scent your trail, but we couldn’t follow you
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and the only person who can stand the sun can’t smell worth a goddamn,” he said through clenched teeth. Her face crumpled. She couldn’t even say anything to defend herself because she fully realized how dumb that was. She could have died. Malcolm released her, nervously shuffling back. She reached out for Tristan, turning to hold her other hand out to Dougal. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please don’t give up on me,” she whispered, curling into herself. Tristan released his breath with a sigh, picking her up to lie in his lap. He ran his hands over her back. “Hush, I won’t give up on you. We won’t ever give up on you, so don’t ever think that.” Dougal remained silent, standing up to pace around the confines of the room. She followed him with her eyes, watching him study his surroundings. He entered the bathroom again, coming out seconds later with a fierce frown. He stopped at the speckles of blood on the floor from where she’d thrown up earlier. He stood looking down at the spot, clenching his jaw. “I think we should leave now. Let’s go home, get you cleaned up and put in bed,” Tristan murmured, laying a gentle, undemanding kiss on her forehead. She nodded, unable to respond. She couldn’t think of a single thing to say in her defense. She didn’t even have a defense. Dougal’s anger was palpable in the room. He wouldn’t even look at her. Tristan was being nice now, but she couldn’t rid herself of the memory of what he looked like earlier. He’d looked broken. Malcolm wouldn’t let them get too far away. He constantly touched her the entire time Tristan carried her outside. Malcolm’s sleek, black car sat outside the front door. Dougal strode forward, opening the back door and walking around to the passenger seat. He ignored them all, sliding in the front. Tristan maneuvered the two of them in the back, not releasing her for a second. Malcolm gave her one last tense glance before getting in the front and starting the car.
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The ride back to their nest was awkward to say the least. No one spoke, but at least she was feeling better. The headache was gone and the aches and pains from sleeping on the floor were slowly dissipating. Malcolm pulled up in front of the house, getting out of the car and walking into the house, keeping his eyes on her. Tristan carried her to their wing of the house, stepping into their opulent bathroom without a word and setting her on her feet. The silence was starting to get to her. Dougal stepped up beside her, a fierce presence. What did he expect her to do? She’d apologized to him, hadn’t she? What else did he want? He turned his head, meeting her gaze for a moment, just long enough for her to see the pain behind his anger before he instantly shuttered his eyes. “Get her clean, Tristan.” Dougal pivoted sharply, walking away. She opened her mouth to say something but couldn’t find the words to express how sorry she was. Tristan smiled gently at her, meeting her sorrowful gaze. “All right, let’s get you undressed. Careful now, let me do it.” He held her like a baby, peeling her clothes off her body, propping her up with his hands when she slumped. Holding her carefully with one arm, he started to fill up the tub. “Into the bath, a stór. Come on, in you go.” She reluctantly picked up her feet, letting Tristan maneuver her into the bathtub. It was large enough to fit three comfortably, but she had the feeling that Dougal wasn’t coming back to join them tonight. Sinking in, she was vaguely aware of Tristan putting something in the water. Instantly, she was surrounded by the scent of green apples, fresh and clean. Humming happily, she closed her eyes, curling up in the tub. She wasn’t sure how long she was in the water before Tristan began to clean her with a washcloth, running the textured cloth over her body. He was probably cleaning her of the last of the blood, and she was grateful for it. “All right, easy now, I need to get you out of here.”
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She sighed, letting Tristan maneuver her out of the tub. She stood patiently while he towel-dried her body. He wasn’t trying to arouse her. It was strangely impersonal. She wasn’t sure if she liked that. “Tristan…” she whispered. “Not now. We’ll talk in a minute. We need to get you settled first.” Giving up, she was completely compliant when he picked her up, carrying her naked into their bedroom. Dougal was nowhere to be found. Tristan laid her carefully on the bed, tucking the sheets up around her body. “Tristan…” she tried again. “Mel, please. It can wait.” She wasn’t sure she wanted to wait, but right now, sleep was claiming her. She was exhausted, drained from what had just happened. Lord, she was an idiot. She could have lost everything. What was wrong with her? She would have to explain everything in the morning… make that tomorrow night. Hopefully they would listen. She didn’t know what she would do if she lost them now.
Chapter Nine Mel groaned, stretching her arms, and froze. She couldn’t move more than a few inches. What the hell? “Tristan? Dougal?” “You’ve been a very bad girl, Melaina. What do you have to say for yourself?” Dougal answered. She squinted her eyes, finally registering that she wasn’t lying in bed like she was when she’d fallen asleep. Instead, she was standing in the center of the room, her arms above her head. She was facing the door, the bed to her back. “What the hell?” she groused, trying to pull her hands. They were tied tight to something above her head. She angled her head, seeing the rope wound around her wrists, and attached to a ring in the ceiling. Looking back down, she couldn’t see Dougal or Tristan. Dougal’s voice had come from behind her. Where was Tristan? “What’s going on, Dougal?” Her voice shook a little, but she didn’t want him to see how uneasy she was about this. “Do you feel sick?” She shook her head, swaying with the movement. Her feet were free. Looking down her body, she realized she was completely naked. Completely bare before them. Or was it just Dougal? Where was Tristan? “Where’s Tristan?” she whimpered. “Why? Do you prefer his touch to mine? Would you rather have him in the room while I punish you?” His voice was still behind her. She wished she could see his face. “P-punish?” “You heard me.” A sharp sound, whistling through the air, startled her. What was that?
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Dougal’s heat enveloped her from behind. His hands ran along her side, calming her down with his touch. “I’m only going to say this once. If you don’t want this to happen, say so now. I’ll stop, if you don’t want this to happen.” “I don’t know what you’re going to do,” she whispered, tilting her head to the side. Cool hair whispered over her, the rough strands of the horsehair whip in his hands stroking along her belly. She gasped, moving back into him. “Do you want me to stop?” “You won’t hurt me?” “Only as much as you need to be hurt,” he said, his voice comforting despite his words. Her breath was coming in pants now, but she didn’t want him to stop. What was the worst he could do? His warmth left her. She was left standing alone. Mel strained, trying to pinpoint where he’d gone. A sharp sting erupted in her left buttock, gone before she could react. It was repeated on the right. She gasped, panting. “This isn’t going to hurt that much. He’s using a horsehair flogger on you. It’s meant to relax you, bringing your endorphins out, but gently. Think of it as a warm up,” Tristan soothed. He came into her vision, stepping around her side and standing in front of her. He was naked from the waist up, a pair of unbuttoned jeans his only garment. “Watch me. Keep your eyes on me, Mel.” Dougal hit her again with the flogger, making her buck against the rope at her wrist. She stepped forward, unable to stop herself. “Do not move unless I give you leave!” Dougal thundered. “You will not move. Is that clear?” “Dougal?” “Do you want me to stop?” She shook her head no. “Then do not move from that spot.”
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Tristan smiled, encouraging her. She nodded her head, placing her feet back together. She wouldn’t move. She didn’t want to mess this up. Dougal backed away, leaving her alone again. She twisted her head, trying to find him in the room. Had she displeased him? Where was he? “Don’t look for him. Just keep your gaze on me,” Tristan explained, smiling gently. “Do you know why we are doing this, Melaina?” Dougal asked. She shook her head, pausing at Tristan’s frown before nodding. “Explain it to me.” She peered anxiously at Tristan, waiting for him to give her some kind of sign. What did they want her to say? He remained still, watching her carefully. “I shouldn’t have left the house,” she whispered. “And…” Dougal prodded. “And, I should have told someone where I was going?” Her words ended in a question. She heard a swish of air, gasping when she was hit full-strength across the ass with the flogger. “Aaah.” “Wrong. You wouldn’t have had to tell us where you were going if you didn’t leave the house. Those two are connected. Try again.” Dougal’s voice was hard. “I don’t know what you want from me.” The tears were running down her face. Her ass stung. “It’s okay, Mel, calm down. He’s moving back to the bed, and laying down the flogger. Now he’s picked up a switch. I want you to be completely honest, okay? You’ve brought this on yourself, you realize that, right?” Tristan stepped forward, cupping her cheeks in his palms. He kissed her tenderly, backing up when she tried to linger. “Do I have to remind you to stand still?” Dougal asked. She shook her head violently, catching Tristan’s gaze with her own.
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A swoosh sounded behind her, making her tense up. Dougal hit her with the switch, the sting not noticeable until he stopped. Oh, God it burned. A fiery line swept across her ass, centering all her attention in that one spot. “Now, what did you do wrong?” “I don’t know,” she cried, bracing herself for the sting. It didn’t come. Tristan shook his head, looking over her shoulder. He stepped up in front of her again, holding her face in his hands. “You didn’t trust us, Melaina. You should have come to us when it was that bad. Why didn’t you say anything?” “I d-don’t know. I d-didn’t expect it that qui-quickly. I don’t know what happened. It u-usually doesn’t happen for days in between. I ju-just reacted. I’m sosorry.” She bit her lip, trying to hold in her sobs. “We aren’t mad that you left without saying something, although I will admit that I am disappointed in you, a stór.” He kissed her temple. “Why did you think we wouldn’t come?” She reared back, hitting Dougal behind her. She hadn’t realized he was that close to her. He ran a palm over her buttocks. She winced at the heat of his palm on her tender flesh. “No one’s ever cared before. It’s always been Malcolm and me. I’ve never had to worry about anyone else.” Tristan sighed heavily. “We need you to trust us, Melaina. We want to be part of your life, but every time we get close, you run away. Is this going to be the pattern of our future together?” She shook her head fiercely. “It won’t, I swear. Please don’t give up on me. I’ll be good, I swear.” “Will you take your punishment?” Dougal asked. “I will. Anything, you can do anything.” “I won’t accept that, Melaina. This is consensual between us. You have your limits. Don’t let me cross them, is that clear? I have no need for a puppet. I want a partner in this.” Dougal’s voice held a hint of disappointment again. “I don’t know what you want from me,” she admitted.
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“I want you. Simple as that. Don’t be fake, don’t give me what you think I want. Give me what you want. Always. If you can be that honest, we will have no problems. Is that agreeable with both of you?” Tristan nodded his head, staring her down. “You must be yourself. We do not want someone who we can control by force. We want someone who we can control because it is what you need.” She laughed, a watery giggle. “Only in the bedroom?” “Wherever you want, a stór.” “I consent.” Dougal grunted, a pleased sound. Tristan backed up, standing at a distance and watching whatever Dougal was doing behind her. “I want you to count them for her, Tristan. She doesn’t have the control to do this herself, yet. We won’t push her too hard.” Tristan nodded. “Whoa, I’m still going to be punished? But… I just explained to you what happened,” she gasped. “Yes, and I’m pleased that you explained it to me. But you are still going to be punished. Now stand still and do not move.” A swoosh sounded behind her again, the switch landing on her left buttock. She gasped at the pain, holding herself still. “One,” Tristan counted. That swoosh was repeated again and again. At ten strokes, she couldn’t contain her cries, the tears falling down her face. Dougal hit her five more times, stroking the switch over her back after the last. “Good girl, you’re such a good girl,” he crooned to her. He smoothed his hot palm over her ass, tenderly tracing the skin. She was sure there must be marks. Some of those strikes from the switch had hurt like a son of a bitch. “And now for your reward for standing so still. Tristan, take your pants off.”
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Tristan smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes. Dougal was still behind her so she couldn’t see anything, but she could hear movement. He was obviously doing something. Tristan shimmied out of his pants, letting them fall down to the ground in front of him. He was half-hard. He reached down, palming his cock in one hand, smoothing the other over his belly. Dougal moved to her side, quite naked and quite hard. He was holding something in his hand. He moved in front of her, studying her face. “You are okay?” She nodded, opening her mouth on a whimper when he licked her cheek. “You taste of your tears, salt and sorrow. This won’t have to happen again if you take better care of your actions. I want you to come to me or Tristan whenever you need us for anything. Is that clear, Melaina?” “I understand, Master.” “Good. Tristan, come here.” Tristan bounded forward, stepping up beside Dougal. The taller man reached down, pumping Tristan’s cock with one of his strong hands. Tristan threw back his head, groaning. Mel watched while Dougal bent forward, holding out a metal ring. It was inscribed with something, but she couldn’t make out the words. “Tell Melaina what this is.” Tristan groaned, his eyes on the ring. “It’s a symbol,” he panted. “Of what?” “Of your ownership, Máistir.” “Good. Now hold yourself steady for me.” Tristan grasped his cock, watching carefully while Dougal slid the ring over his scrotum. When it completely encased his balls, Dougal reached up and grabbed hold of Tristan’s cock, fitting it neatly inside the ring. He tested the snugness, pulling strongly on Tristan’s shaft. Tristan cried out, pumping his hips.
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“Tell her what the words say.” Dougal gave a twist of his wrist, watching Tristan’s face. “For all eternity,” Tristan gasped. “Is it true? Are you mine for all eternity?” “Always, Máistir, always.” “Prove it. On your knees.” Mel couldn’t pull her eyes away from them. They moved as if they had been doing this for centuries together. They were two sides of the same coin, gracefully moving into position. Tristan ended up on his hands and knees, perpendicular to Mel. She twisted her wrists, wanting to get free so she could touch him. Dougal kneeled behind him, opening the palm of his other hand, revealing a small tube. Tristan couldn’t see what he was doing. He was facing forward, but he swiveled his head at Mel’s gasp. “Do you like this, Melaina? Do you like watching us together?” Dougal asked, squirting lube on his fingers, rubbing them together to warm up the liquid. “Oh, God, I could watch you all day, as long as I get to join in at some point.” Tristan laughed, a bright cheerful sound that turned to choking when Dougal thrust two fingers into his ass without warning. Someone moaned, a high-pitched noise. It took Mel a minute to realize it was coming from her. She clenched her thighs, trying to ease the ache in her pussy. Who knew watching them could be such a turn-on? Dougal removed his fingers, bending over his partner to lay kisses along his spine, licking a path to his neck. Tristan trembled in his grip, opening and closing his hands on the carpeted floor. She twisted in her bindings again, whimpering at being left out of this. But she wanted to see them together, even if it meant sitting back and watching. She was dying to see them move, locked together in the most primal way. “Please…” she whimpered. Dougal angled his head, studying her. “Please what?”
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“Please… take him. Make him moan. Please.” She bucked her hips, clamping her thighs together. She ached. Her pussy was throbbing in time to the pain in her backside. Dougal grinned, flashing his canines at her. “I can do that.” He thrust his hips forward, impaling Tristan in one easy motion. They had obviously done this before. That looked too easy. Tristan grunted, tossed forward by the almost feral man behind him. Dougal growled, sinking his teeth into Tristan’s shoulder. He moved his hips, setting up a punishing rhythm. Tristan must have loved it. His head was on the floor, and he cried out with every thrust. His fingers clenched desperately for something, clawing into the carpet. Dougal reached one hand down, stroking Tristan’s shaft. The loud slap, slap, slap of their hips meeting was music to her ears. She was afraid to blink. Moisture trickled down her thighs, perfuming the air with the scent of the three of them. Dougal grunted, worrying his teeth in Tristan’s shoulder, blood trickling down the other man’s skin. He opened his mouth with a gasp, his lips tinted crimson. He groaned, thrusting erratically, the veins in his neck standing out. Tristan groaned again, whimpering. Dougal stilled, thrusting once, twice into Tristan before crying out. His ass clenched, his head thrown back while he found his release inside Tristan’s. He collapsed on the other man, releasing the hand that had been stroking Tristan’s cock. The blond whimpered, begging with small noises. “Not yet, Tristan. She still hasn’t had her reward, yet.” Both men looked at her, desire and possession in their gazes. Holy shit.
Chapter Ten Mel locked eyes with Tristan, pulling at her bindings again. He looked feral, completely taken over by his passion. Dougal slid out of him, steadying himself on Tristan’s back before standing up. Tristan immediately bounded to his feet, his angry red shaft bobbing in front of him. She was vaguely aware of Dougal leaving the room, entering the bathroom. The sound of water reached her ears before her attention was brought back to Tristan. His cock was covered with the remnants of the lube that Dougal had on his hand, making it shine obscenely. He stalked toward her, his normally gentle features completely hard. He hissed at her, his long canines flashing in the light. She gasped, not sure what to make of this side of him. She’d always taken Dougal to be the dominant one. Tristan seemed so easygoing. She liked this side of him. Her pussy gave one welcoming spasm. He reached above her head, tearing down the rope binding her to the ceiling in one strong pull. The rope parted like water before him, snapping easily. Now, why couldn’t she have done that? She swayed in place, content to sink to her knees at his urging. She opened her mouth, leaning forward to lick the tip of his shaft. Tristan hissed again, pulling out of her reach. “I won’t last long if you do that, a stór.” His voice was husky, his accent pronounced. Dougal sat back on the ground in front of them, watching Tristan move. She met his gaze, panting when Tristan manhandled her into the same position he had just been in. Dougal’s eyes flashed, his mouth parting.
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Tristan angled his cock at the entrance to her pussy, grabbing hold of her hips. He tested her wetness with the head of his cock. “Christ Jaysus, Máistir, she’s dripping wet.” “She must have liked what she saw,” Dougal chuckled. Tristan pushed in, his fingers digging into her skin while his shaft began burrowing into her welcoming entrance. “Oh, Tristan, more. Please, fuck me. Master, fuck me.” He growled, echoing Dougal’s movements of a few moments ago. He bent over her back, sinking his teeth into her shoulder. She jerked at the pain, and he sucked hard. Immediately, shafts of pleasure moved from her shoulder to her cunt. She clenched her inner muscles, holding him inside her. Tristan slapped his hips against her ass, irritating the marks from before. She whimpered, not quite sure if that was pleasurable or painful. She blinked, her head clearing from the cloud of passion that had taken her over. Dougal must have seen her blink, for he was immediately in front of her. He held his cock in front of her, dry now after he had cleaned himself. The head of his cock was weeping, a drop of pre-come in the slit. He rubbed the tip over her lips, painting her with his essence. She opened her mouth, desperate to have both of them again. Nothing was quite like this feeling. She felt like she belonged when she was with them. They completed her. Dougal let her take his cock, holding the base of it himself so she could only suck on the head. She gasped around it, opening her mouth when Tristan pushed her forward. “I want to hear you scream for me,” Tristan said, his voice almost unrecognizable. She looked up at Dougal, recognizing the heat in his eyes while he studied Tristan behind her. He widened his grin, licking his lips.
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Tristan groaned, shafting her long and hard, giving her the complete length of his cock inside her. His balls slapped against her clit, the sound loud in the room. Mel whimpered, jerking her hips as much as she could in Tristan’s hold. He placed his hand on her back, pressing her down in Dougal’s lap. She reached out her hands, grabbing hold of Dougal’s hips so she didn’t choke on him. He was so very big in this position. She couldn’t think, her mind cloudy again. The contractions were starting in her pussy, clamping down hard on the jutting shaft inside her. She cried out around Dougal, throwing her head back and holding him in her hand. She screamed. Tristan picked up his pace inside her, thrusting hard. He groaned, forcing himself inside her quivering flesh, holding himself still for his orgasm. It set off the fluttering inside her again, welcoming his seed in her core. She tightened her grip on Dougal, sucking on his cock head like it was the best lollipop. He grunted, exploding in her mouth. Pulling off, she watched his seed arc out and cover her hand. She slumped panting, trying to catch her breath. Tristan finally slid out of her. He stumbled over to sit beside Dougal, tenderly removing the cock ring from around himself. He groaned when it came off, his shaft flushed bright red. “I doona think I can walk again,” he groused. Mel smiled, surprised she could move any muscle. She was unbearably sore now that the endorphins had fled her system. She might not survive if they did that again. “Is it always that intense between you?” she asked. They exchanged glances, Tristan leaning his head to rest on Dougal’s shoulder. “Not always, a stór. We are like any other couple, although we are now a threesome. We like to vary our couplings.” Dougal remained silent, smoothing back the hair sticking to her forehead. He ran his fingers through the short length, probably making it stick straight up in the air. It was one thing she’d always hated about having short hair.
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“What now?” she asked, resting her cheek on Dougal’s knee. She didn’t want to move for a century. “We should rest for a while. But we still need to talk. Cover some basics. Figure out where we are going from here.” Tristan’s voice was exhausted, but he still had enough energy to grin at her. He got to his knees, wobbling, before making it to his feet. “We should do something about your ass before bed. That’s going to hurt in the morning.” Dougal grunted, looking over her shoulder. He leaned forward, running a finger over the welts. She gasped, tensing. “You won’t be forgetting this lesson, will you?” “No, Master.” “Tell me again what you have learned.” She thought back to their earlier discussion. “I will trust you with my problems. I won’t leave the house again without telling one of you where I’m going and I promise that I’ll always tell you what I want, not what I think you want me to do.” “Good pet, you’ve done very well.” She smiled, pleased that he was happy with her. “You must always remember that this is a give and take relationship. I do not want a puppet. If that was all I was looking for, I could find it anywhere. What we have is special. I do not want to run your life, is that clear?” “I understand. You only want to live it beside me, is that what you mean?” He beamed, a rare expression for him. Dougal slid her up until she was seated in his lap, her tender ass in the space between his legs. “That is exactly what I mean. At any time, if you are uncomfortable, you must tell one of us. Tell Tristan if that makes you more comfortable, but I will not let you hide anymore. We have seen how dangerous that is. You could have died, Melaina. You would have left us alone. Tristan and I cannot live without you, and neither can your brother. You were extremely selfish for going off alone. You will never do it again.”
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She nodded, burrowing her head into his shoulder. Soft steps gave away Tristan’s return. He laid something cold against her back, a rough cloth. She jerked, moaning at the instant relief. Dougal shifted her in his arms, and Tristan immediately lowered his hand, smoothing the cloth over the aching welts on her ass. “You didn’t break the skin,” he murmured. “I do have some skill, my beloved. You should have more faith in me. I didn’t want to push her too far.” “You always break the skin when you do it to me,” Tristan grumbled. She smirked, pleased that she wasn’t the only one who had been switched. No wonder Tristan had been so soothing during the entire process. Tristan passed the cloth over the lips of her pussy, cleaning her of his remnants. She curled closer to Dougal, her eyes drooping. “Looks like someone’s going to sleep.” Dougal picked her up in his arms, carrying her over to the bed. “I’m not going to wake up tied to the ceiling again, am I?” she murmured. Tristan chuckled, sliding in until he butted up against her. He curled his arms around her waist, Dougal spooning her from behind. She was surrounded by them, encased between them. It was exactly where she wanted to be.
Chapter Eleven Mel sat in the middle of the floor, waiting patiently. Beside her lay her trusty knife, taken from the shelf set in the wall. She had already been in the bathroom, and her clothes lay out on the sink, an exact replica of the ones she was currently wearing. She was still unsure about doing this naked; it didn’t seem dignified. She didn’t know why her old methods of cutting herself hadn’t worked. In theory, they should have. The doctors were supposed to remove a pint of blood from her, before she was turned into a vampire. Surely, she’d been able to remove that much each time she’d cut herself. Shrugging, she let it go. She felt better when Dougal and Tristan fed from her. Calmer, more clear-headed. Already, she wasn’t getting as sick as she had before. Maybe it was because they were feeding from her on a regular basis, stabilizing her red blood cell count, but only time would tell if she’d eventually feel better like the doctors once said she would. She tapped her fingers on her knee, starting to lose her patience.
What was taking so long?
The door before her slammed open with a resounding bang.
“Melaina!”
She smiled to herself, waiting for her men to enter the room.
“What have we told you about leaving the house? Are you completely brain
dead?” Dougal thundered, the veins in his neck protruding. He was wearing all black again, his long coat flapping open as he stormed inside the dilapidated warehouse. She hid her smile, not wanting to tip her hand so soon.
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Tristan followed him in, banging the door closed. It hit the frame, torn off the hinges by the force of both men manhandling it. She frowned. If anyone was going to be manhandled tonight, it damn well better be her. “What took you so long?” she asked, calmly. She picked up the knife by her side, twirling it. Both men stopped, staring at her. Tristan frowned, cocking his head. “Why did you come here, after I expressly forbade you to leave the house alone?” Dougal inquired, smoothly. She shivered, her pussy clenching at his controlled tone. “You didn’t actually forbid me to leave alone, you forbade me to leave without telling someone. I did tell someone. I’m assuming you found my note?” Tristan sighed, suddenly catching on. He grinned, his mouth wide, the tips of his fangs showing. Dougal stalked toward her, grabbing the knife out of her hand and flinging it away. It hit the wall with a clang, bouncing on the ground. He pulled her up, holding her shoulders in a tight grip. Her feet were dangling above the ground, but she wasn’t afraid of him. “I’ve been a bad girl, Master.” He leaned in. She shivered, her pussy spasming at the scent of sage. The scent of apples surrounded her back, Tristan coming up behind her when she wasn’t paying attention. “Tristan, sit,” Dougal ordered. She turned her head, watching while Tristan glanced around, finding the lone chair in the room. He picked it up, bringing it closer to them before setting it down again. Dougal shifted her, pushing her until she was sprawled over Tristan’s knees. She gasped when her pants were torn off, leaving her bare to their gazes. Someone ran their palms over her buttocks, tenderly pressing against a bruise from her last spanking. She wiggled her hips, stilling when Dougal brought his palm
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down hard on her ass. Tristan’s hands held her down at the center of her back, his cock an iron bar prodding into her side. “Someone needs to be taught a lesson,” Dougal grunted. He slapped her ass, bringing his hand down hard on her quivering flesh. She cried out, wanting more, needing more. They lifted her up, waiting while Tristan undid the opening of his jeans. He brought his cock out, pumping it once before Dougal started to lower her. Tristan held himself still, one hand at the base of his shaft, holding it in place for her. He butted up against her entrance. She squirmed, trying to get closer to him. “Please, I need it, please, Masters.” “If I had any control, I’d make you beg for it. Bad little girls shouldn’t be rewarded like this.” Dougal’s voice echoed in the room. She whimpered, sinking down onto Tristan’s cock, letting gravity pull her down, until he was deep inside her. Dougal tipped her forward, slapping her ass with his palm, making her move. Tristan groaned, holding her tight to his chest. “Dance for him, Melaina. I want you to move for him.” Dougal groaned. She jerked her hips, moving up and down, filled to the brim with Tristan’s shaft. She tightened her muscles, milking him, gratified when he moaned. Dougal moved to their side, holding his cock out for them both. Tristan shifted first, tilting his head and licking along the shaft. She rose up, catching hold of Tristan’s shoulders and joining him at Dougal’s cock. She kissed one side, Tristan the other, both sucking upwards along the shaft. Dougal moaned, grabbing hold of both their heads, twisting his fingers through Mel’s short strands and Tristan’s long locks. He pushed his cock into Tristan’s mouth, pumping for several seconds before removing it and offering it to Mel. She opened her mouth, desperate for a taste of him. They didn’t last long. Mel tightened her muscles against Tristan, coming in a glorious finish, contracting around him. He groaned around Dougal’s shaft, holding still while he released inside her pussy, milked dry. Dougal groaned. She smiled. She
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wanted him to lose his vaunted control at the sight of the two of them finding their pleasure. She reached up a hand, cupping his balls, testing the tightness. She rolled them in her hand, bending her head to suck one into her mouth. Tristan took up the slack at his cock, sucking the head into his mouth. She angled her head, watching them so close to her. She could tell Dougal was almost there. Sucking her fingers into her mouth, she got them good and wet, teasing his sac with them. She slid her fingers along his skin, stroking the flesh behind his balls. She played one finger over his opening, caressing the puckered flesh. He arched his hips, moving into her caress. She smiled around the flesh in her mouth, sliding her finger into his hole in one movement. He tensed, crying out, his balls drawn up tight. She released his sac, watching as Tristan swallowed his seed. Dougal backed up, out of their grasp. They were all breathing heavily. He looked at her, still seated on Tristan’s half-hard cock. “What are we going to do with you? Someone’s a naughty minx.” She grinned, slumping forward to rest her forehead on Tristan. “Hell, Máistir, I wouldn’t change it for the world,” Tristan gasped. “Mmm, maybe someone else needs to take her spankings for her. Seems to me they are just encouraging the two of you to be bad.” Tristan and Mel shared a glance, raising their eyebrows. They collapsed against each other in a fit of giggles. Dougal shook his head, smiling down at both of them. “The next few centuries are sure going to be interesting.” “Damn straight,” she replied. “Hey, I’ll have you know, there isn’t a straight bone in my body,” Tristan groused. “I’m happily bisexual.” “Oh, so that isn’t a straight bone in my body?” she asked, wiggling against his hard cock.
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“Jaysus, I’m going to start getting gray hairs with the two of you.” Dougal shook his head. “Now, someone better move. I need to fuck, and your mouths aren’t going to be enough this time.” Mel scooted off Tristan, smiling at his protest. She never saw this coming. Those few short weeks ago, when she was lying on the floor of this very room? She never would have guessed this is where she’d end up. Thank the Lord for my two very own miracles.
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