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The Masters: Samson Kate Hill All rights reserved.

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The Masters: Samson Kate Hill A scheduling error brings Cortez and Jendaya together at Sunlight of the Soul with appointments to endure the sexual gauntlet with Master Samson as their guide. All three will experience the rigors of the gauntlet and gain more pleasure than they ever dreamed possible. They don’t plan on falling in love, but can’t deny they are experiencing a joining of hearts. When Samson’s old enemy threatens to destroy him, his new mates are determined to fight to keep their trio safe.

Chapter One Samson stood in the shower of his suite at the vampire haven Sunlight of the Soul, his blue eyes fixed on his reflection in the mirror as he carefully trimmed his red goatee. It was the last part of his shaving ritual. He’d already done his scalp and pubic area. Some men opted for waxing, but Samson enjoyed the art of wielding a razor over his skin. Call him old fashioned, but he’d been shaving for over fourteen centuries and saw no reason to change his ways. When he finished, he ran a hand over his smooth cheekbones and scalp. Shaving his head wasn’t just a fashion statement, but meant something far deeper. It was a reflection of his past, present and future -- where he had come from, who he was and would always be. He lathered himself with soap from head to toe, rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. While drying himself, he glanced in the full-length mirror hanging behind the shower door. Standing slightly over six feet, he kept himself in condition by exercising regularly, in particular by practicing the ancient art of swordplay. Though times had changed, his tastes hadn’t varied much over the years. While he appreciated many modern conveniences, when it came to physical things, such as working out and making love, he believed the old ways were usually best. Not long ago, Samson and his nemesis of thirteen-hundred years had met in combat yet again. Both had been badly wounded and while his enemy went into hiding, Samson had gone to Sunlight of the Soul to recover. It was then the haven’s owner, Ivan, had said he was seeking additional male vampires to train as Masters of Ecstasy. He had asked if Samson might be interested in the position. In addition to a complimentary suite at the club and the benefit of willing donors, Ivan offered him space in the gym to continue his chosen profession -- teaching swordsmanship in all its

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forms. Not only could Samson continue training his own students, but had the opportunity for more among Sunlight of the Soul’s many guests. Educating young vampires in history and ancient arts, such as swordplay, was as important to their culture as adaptability. He and Ivan agreed that their kind must embrace both the old and the new for their continued survival. Best of all, he could focus his energy on productive tasks while waiting for his nemesis to resurface. For centuries Samson had done the chasing and many times it had nearly cost his life. This time he intended to wait for Silus to come to him. He had just pulled on his pants when someone tapped on his door. His keen sense of smell picked up the rather pleasant aroma of Gideon, Ivan’s partner. He strode to the door, opened it and met Gideon’s dark brown gaze. Though not especially tall or intimidating, Gideon wielded his own brand of power and had earned respect among his peers. “Sorry to disturb you,” Gideon said. “Not a problem.” “Actually, there is a slight problem.” Samson raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” “I’m afraid there’s been a mix-up with your donors for tomorrow night. Since Tarak and Rune retired, our new secretary to the Masters of Ecstasy has made some errors in assigning their donors to other Masters. I’m afraid she has two people scheduled to endure the sexual gauntlet tomorrow with you as their guide. Since you’ve occasionally worked with donor couples in the past, I thought I’d ask if you would consider taking this pair before we cancel.” Samson’s eyes closed briefly as he thought. “I believe a woman called Jendaya was on my schedule tomorrow night.” He recalled her easily since she had made an unusual impression on him when he’d viewed her video. Every potential donor agreed to a video interview that the Masters would view before deciding whether or not they wanted to accept them as a donor.

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Jendaya, a fifty-year-old vampiress who had been changed in her mid-twenties, had answered each question with quiet confidence. Her large, dark eyes had rested comfortably on the camera. There had been none of the nervousness or giddiness some donors, in particular younger ones, displayed. In addition to her collected manner, she was quite beautiful. Smooth, dark brown skin that he longed to caress, wide-set eyes with teasingly arched eyebrows, and full lips painted burgundy. He wondered if they’d taste as delicious as they looked. Aside from the physical attraction he felt, she had roused his curiosity by requesting a conversation with him, even if he didn’t agree to guide her through the gauntlet. “Yes,” Gideon said. “And the second donor is Cortez. I believe you saw his interview already, but at the time you were overbooked so Tarak agreed to take him.” “Cortez. Yes, I remember.” Samson thoughtfully stroked his goatee. Cortez had also been interesting. Five-hundred-sixty years old with a keen interest in swordplay. Long, wavy black hair, gleaming black eyes and five o’clock shadow that looked ruggedly sexy on him rather than grubby. The man was fairly young for their kind, incredibly arrogant and so full of himself Samson would have enjoyed the chance to provide him with a much-needed reality check. Yet Samson had also sensed that with the proper handling, Cortez had potential to not only be an interesting donor, but a vampire worthy of his fangs. Unfortunately he had been too busy at the time to involve himself with a donor who would quite possibly require several intense appointments before making any real progress. Yes, Samson had regretted turning him over to another Master, so perhaps it was fate that he and Cortez had another opportunity to share an evening. “It’s unusual to work with two at once, unless they’re a mated pair. However, in this case I will make an exception. Ask the secretary to speak to the donors to be sure it’s agreeable with them.” “Excellent.” Gideon nodded, turned on his heel and walked away. Samson closed his door and paused a moment, a slight smile tugging at his lips. Tomorrow night should prove most interesting.

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***

Cortez arrived at Sunlight of the Soul the night before his appointment with Master Samson. For years he’d heard about the pleasure and pain of the sexual gauntlet and finally decided to try it for himself. He found it hard to believe any man could teach him more about the art of lovemaking and blood-taking than he already knew, but he was always open to a challenge. Truthfully, until he’d entered the Master’s portrait room to select three potential guides for the gauntlet, he hadn’t taken the situation seriously. He knew the “Masters” were what his kind called Intimates -- dominant vampires who were supposedly so astounding in the bedroom that donors came to them, begging to be their love slaves. Cortez considered himself an Alpha vamp, so the idea of bowing down to another wasn’t on his list of things to do. He had come here for fun and to prove wrong the brainwashed vamps who had surrendered to the revered Masters of Ecstasy. After his interview, he had been guided to a room full of portraits of the Masters to select three he would like to guide him through the sexual gauntlet, then one would agree to accept him. That in itself pissed him off. Accept him, as if they were royalty and he a peasant. Several of the Masters had appeared interesting enough and he’d absently scrawled down the names of two. Then he’d paused in front of a painting of a man so intriguing that for a moment Cortez forgot about everything, including his contempt for the Masters themselves. Tall and lean with long, sinewy legs encased in black pants and a broadshouldered torso accentuated by a snug sweater the same blue-gray as his eyes, he stirred something inside Cortez. While he didn’t prefer men, this one made his fangs ache and his cock twitch. He had a smooth-shaven head, a fiery red goatee and cheekbones that seemed chiseled out of stone. He stood in an empty dungeon-like room and carried a katana. The nameplate below the portrait had read Samson. Cortez had written down the name, his heart pounding as he secretly hoped this would be the Master to guide him through the gauntlet.

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Unfortunately, he’d been assigned to a Master called Tarak instead. Well, at least it would be a change from his usual nightly jaunts with young vampiresses or fawning mortal women with blood fetishes. No sooner had he checked into his room at Sunlight of the Soul than the Masters’ secretary called to ask if he would share his session with another donor. At first this suggestion irritated him. Was this Master Tarak so fantastic that he considered it acceptable to double up appointments? That was arrogant, even for a so-called Intimate. Then the secretary explained that Tarak had retired and Master Samson had agreed to guide him through the gauntlet along with his previously scheduled donor. Cortez couldn’t fully explain the jolt of excitement that shot through him upon hearing this, but he managed to keep his cool as he nonchalantly consented to share the session. Of all the Masters whose portraits he’d seen, Samson looked like he would be the only real challenge to Cortez. Too excited to merely sit in his room or even venture to the club area for dinner, Cortez decided sword practice was just what he needed to calm down and prepare himself for his appointment tomorrow. Sunlight of the Soul had a gym with a variety of modern equipment as well as several spacious rooms customers and staff used for other traditional forms of exercise. Cortez found most of the rooms occupied, but when he strode into a smaller stone room, only one man stood in the center of the floor. An odd little thrill darted through Cortez as he watched Samson who wielded what looked to be the same katana as the one in his portrait. Tall and lithe, he moved with the power and grace most practitioners sought to attain but seldom did. After a moment, Samson turned to him, his calm blue-gray gaze fixed on Cortez. “Sorry to disturb you,” Cortez said, for apparently Samson had no intention of breaking the ice. “Not at all. If you intend to practice, please come in. You’ll find this room more private than the others since I have it booked for the next hour.”

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“I don’t want to intrude --” “Come,” Samson said with such authority that Cortez stepped closer. Annoyance shot through him. Why was he obeying this guy’s commands? Sure, he knew during the sexual gauntlet he’d have to play along with the master-slave thing, but not now. “Close the door and we can practice without being disturbed,” Samson continued. Cortez stiffened and for a moment remained firmly rooted on the spot. “Is something wrong?” Samson asked quietly, an iciness in his voice that raised a warning flag in Cortez’s brain. “No,” Cortez stated. It was stupid to get into an argument over a door. He closed it, blocking out most of the sounds drifting from the gym. “Much better.” Samson shifted his stance and raised his blade. He nodded toward Cortez’s sheathed weapon. “Do you intend to practice or have you merely come to watch?” Growling softly, Cortez grasped his weapon and leapt at Samson. Their blades clashed and excitement enfolded Cortez in its hot embrace. For the next hour they fought a mock battle that was more intense than many of the real battles Cortez had endured over the years. He had to grudgingly admit Samson was a superior swordsman, better than he was and Cortez had dedicated his life to studying swordplay. When Samson disarmed him for the third time and graciously returned his weapon, Cortez’s fiery temper finally overcame him and he attacked wildly, his savage growls filling the room. That was a stupid mistake on his part. Samson quickly relieved him of his sword, twisted his arm behind his back and pushed him face first into the cold stone wall. Cortez tasted blood from where his fangs cut his lip. Grunting, he tried to free himself, but Samson’s hold was unbreakable. “Your temper does you a disservice,” Samson said, his deep voice rumbling close to Cortez’ ear.

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Like Cortez, he was breathing hard after their practice. The sensation of his warm breath against him and their sweat-soaked bodies pressed so close together stirred Cortez in ways he didn’t want to think about at the moment, not with a man who had just humiliated him like this. Still, he couldn’t keep his cock from swelling. It ached where it pressed hard against the wall. Samson continued speaking in his ear, his husky voice just above a whisper, “You have talent and great potential, with the right teacher.” “I’ve had many teachers,” Cortez seethed, his teeth gritted. “Do you plan on releasing me any time soon, or are you enjoying this?” “It has been an interesting session, but for enjoyment such as you’re referring to, you’ll have to wait until tomorrow night, Cortez.” Samson let him go abruptly and stepped away. Cortez turned and rolled his shoulder. He resisted the urge to rub it to relieve some of the soreness after Samson’s fierce hold. He glared at the Master, noting how Samson watched him with cool blue eyes. Sweat trickled down his smooth head and streaked his handsome face. Beads of it glistened in his wiry red goatee. His broad chest rose and fell beneath his damp blue T-shirt as his breathing returned to normal. The muscles in his powerful arms stood out hard and well-defined from use. He appeared relaxed yet at the same time ready for anything. A perfect warrior, Cortez thought with admiration and a hint of envy. He was also a bit surprised Samson recognized him. “You know who I am?” Cortez asked warily. Samson’s brow furrowed and he shrugged. “Of course. After this practice, I believe our session tomorrow night will be… intriguing. At the very least, educational.” “I didn’t think a Master of Ecstasy would need further education,” Cortez said, a taunting edge to his voice. “I was referring to you.” Samson smiled so indulgently that Cortez longed to punch him. “However, we all can use more education. A smart Master knows that he can also learn from his students.”

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For some reason this piece of wisdom surprised Cortez and defused some of his anger. He nodded. “A good rule to live by.” “I have business to attend.” Samson sheathed his sword while Cortez bent to pick up his weapon. “I enjoyed the practice,” Cortez called to Samson’s retreating form. The Master paused at the door and glanced back at him. “I teach swordsmanship here. If you’re interested in furthering your education, I’m currently accepting new students.” Cortez nodded respectfully and watched Samson leave the room. He was more excited than ever about tomorrow night’s session, yet for the first time apprehensive. It seemed Samson was among the few vampires truly worthy of the title Master.

*** Jendaya settled onto a red-cushioned chair in a small yet comfortable sitting room on the third floor of Sunlight of the Soul. She had checked in early that evening, hoping for a word alone with Master Samson before their session began. Though a bit apprehensive about sharing the session with another donor, she had waited years to finally meet the man she had heard so much about from Petra, her vampiric Creator. To Jendaya, he was something of a legend, his exploits described to her by Petra during lessons in vampiric history. It had been centuries since Petra had actually seen Samson, but that short encounter with him had been enough to change her entire life. When Jendaya learned he was staying at Sunlight of the Soul as a Master of Ecstasy, she had to meet him. The best way seemed to be to apply as a donor and hope for a session with him. In truth she hadn’t expected to feel such a deep attraction to him. Yes, she respected him after all Petra had told her, but until she saw his portrait she didn’t fully understand the magnitude of his appeal. She wondered if the painting had been embellished to make him seem incredibly sexy, or if he actually looked like that. Her real purpose had been to meet the legend, but since seeing his portrait, her dreams had revolved around erotic encounters with the smooth-scalped, red-bearded vampire.

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Briefly she wondered what the other donor would be like. She hoped he wouldn’t be a turn-off, otherwise she’d have to walk out before the session started. While she had agreed to the ménage, she couldn’t be expected to stay if she found the other guy intolerable -- nor would she be insulted if he left because she didn’t appeal to him. Not that Jendaya didn’t consider herself attractive, but the truth was, she and this second donor knew absolutely nothing about each other. At least they had seen a portrait of Samson and he had the strong advantage of watching taped interviews of them. In a way that irritated Jendaya, yet she had known the rules when she’d asked to endure the sexual gauntlet. The gauntlet actually incited her interest. Hours of marathon sex in the hands of a man trained for pleasure. Damn. She could think of worse ways to spend a night. The door opened and Jendaya’s gaze darted toward it. Samson, dressed in black from neck to toe, strode inside. Her pulse quickened and she drew a deep breath, inhaling the delectable aroma of his herbal cologne and his own sexy musk -- the irresistible scent of a powerful vampire male. To her ultimate surprise, the painting hadn’t done him justice. Tall and sleekly-muscled, he stared at her with almond-shaped, blue-gray eyes rimmed with wispy reddish-brown lashes. Slim yet sensual lips peeked from within his neatly trimmed goatee. He had golden, lightly freckled skin, a chest made for a woman to rest her head on and legs so long and hard-looking all she could think about was being trapped between them. “Jendaya,” he said with a nod. She stood out of respect and said, “Sir.” “Please sit.” He gestured toward her chair and took the one nearest to her. Those gorgeous eyes fixed on her and for a moment she nearly forgot what the hell she was doing here. “You had asked to speak to me alone. We have some time before Cortez arrives.”

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“Yes,” she began, keeping her cool in spite of the lust raging inside her. One thing no one had ever been able to take from Jendaya was her dignity. She had trained herself to appear collected no matter how she felt inside. Something told her a man like Samson would respect that. “I’ve heard a lot about you from my vampiric Creator, Petra.” His brow furrowed. “I’m sorry. I don’t recognize the name.” “I didn’t think you would. You only saw her very briefly centuries ago. She was stolen from her homeland to live as a slave in Rome. She told me about how you freed her and many others. I wanted to say thanks because without you, she probably wouldn’t have been around to Change me all those centuries later.” For a moment he merely held her gaze, an unreadable look in his eyes. A muscle jerked the slightest bit in his jaw, the only sign that he’d heard anything she said until he replied in a soft, calm voice, “Those were bad times. I’m glad your Creator was among those freed.” Jendaya forced a smile. Though he looked calm, something told her she had stirred up painful memories. That hadn’t been her intention. Maybe she had childishly expected to find the unbeatable, legendary vampire hero Petra had described. Instead she met a flesh and blood man. Though he looked every inch the warrior, apparently even centuries of battle hadn’t diminished his human soul. Petra had always told her that was the mark of a great vampire -- one who didn’t forget where he’d come from. “Look, I didn’t mean to speak out of place --”she began.

Samson shook his head and offered her a faint smile. “You haven’t. And I’m glad what happened then hasn’t been forgotten by those who lived through it.” While past memories were painful, Samson felt a wave of satisfaction that a young vampiress like this had enough respect for the past to seek him out just to talk about it. Samson believed that progress could only be made if the past wasn’t forgotten. In his mortal life centuries ago, he had lived in Britain. Then the Romans came. In spite of how he fought, he was taken into slavery. Bound, beaten and his head

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shaved, he had entered a life of servitude and degradation under the control of a vicious master. Quite by chance, one of his master’s wealthy acquaintances took a liking to him and bargained for him. To Samson’s surprise, in this new household he was treated with respect, educated and trained as a warrior. Eventually he learned that his new master was a vampire and had taken a liking to Samson, wishing to make him one of his own kind. He didn’t believe in oppression, particularly among vampires who used their power to harm others. He sought a companion to battle alongside him against such creatures. Samson accepted the gift of vampirism and together he and Camillus secretly worked to free dozens of slaves, especially from cruel vampiric masters. Rather than allow his once-prided reddish-brown hair to grow back, Samson kept his head shaved smooth -- a vampire slave avenger. Then he would never forget where he came from, the price paid for freedom and the priceless gift bestowed by Camillus. “We can’t forget where we come from,” Jendaya stated, drawing him out of his memories and back to the present. “Just like we have to know where we want to go.” “You’re a wise woman, Jendaya,” he said. “I believe you, Cortez and I will learn much from each other tonight.”

Chapter Two Before Samson and Jendaya’s conversation continued, someone knocked on the door. “Come in, Cortez,” Samson said. An attractive black-haired man with dark eyes stepped inside. His gaze drifted from Samson to Jendaya and she noted it lingered appreciatively over her for a moment. She was glad he seemed to find her attractive because this vamp was incredibly good-looking. His features were more refined than Samson’s, yet his piercing eyes and stubbled jaw kept him from looking like a pretty boy. He wasn’t quite as tall as Samson, but had several inches on Jendaya. His black T-shirt clung to his wellmuscled form. Jendaya couldn’t keep from taking a second glance at the enticing bulge in the front of his snug jeans. Cortez’s fresh scent reminded her of the ocean. It mingled with Samson’s delicious aroma. This wonderful attack on her senses -- two handsome men who smelled good enough to eat -- was enough to make her pulse quicken with desire. Samson introduced them and asked Cortez to take a seat. He settled into the chair on Jendaya’s other side, his legs spread and hands resting lightly on his knees. They were attractive hands, not as long-fingered as Samson’s, but just as clean and strong-looking. Jendaya drew a deep breath as she imagined how it would feel to be touched by both men. With any luck, she would find out soon enough. “I want to give you a chance to meet before we begin,” Samson said. “If you change your mind about sharing a session, you’re free to leave up until the moment we enter the first chamber. Once inside, you will not be allowed to go without my permission.” A lopsided smile cured Cortez’s full, sensual lips. “You’re going to stop us?”

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“You knew the rules when you came here,” Samson stated. “If you don’t want to follow them, leave now. Any distractions within the chambers will be dealt with swiftly and, yes, I will be the one to mete out punishment.” The dark-eyed man nodded, the same mocking little smile on his lips. Jendaya felt her stomach tighten. What was Cortez’s problem? Couldn’t he see Samson wasn’t the kind of guy to fuck with, figuratively speaking? “You’re looking for a challenge, Cortez,” Samson continued in his deep, calm voice, his gaze locked with the younger man’s. “You’ll have it.” “Maybe more than you can handle,” Jendaya said under her breath. Cortez glanced at her sharply. “How would you know? We met a minute ago. For all you know, I’m more of a Master than he is.” This time she smiled mockingly at Cortez. “I doubt it.” Samson leaned back in his chair. “When you’re both finished, let me know, then we can get down to business.” “Excuse us,” Jendaya said respectfully. “I came here to experience the gauntlet. Not get into stupid arguments.” “And you, Cortez?” Samson stared at him. “Are you prepared, or have you changed your mind?” Cortez shrugged his broad shoulders. “I’m ready and waiting.” “Then follow me.” Samson stood and walked to the door. Jendaya and Cortez followed him down the corridor to a room with a sign on the door that read See No Evil. On a chair beside the door rested a black velvet scarf and a hood without eyeholes. It looked as if it covered the entire head and half of the face, leaving the nose, mouth and neck bare. “The Chamber of Darkness,” Samson told them. He reached for the scarf and beckoned Jendaya closer. She stood with her back to him, anticipation coursing through her, as he fastened the scarf over her eyes, rendering her blind. A moment later, she heard Cortez say, “Why does she get to wear a little blindfold but I have to put on the gimp mask?”

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“Because I told you to,” Samson stated without room for argument. “Unless you’re afraid of the dark. Then I give you one last chance to flee.” Cortez snorted. “I’ve faced more battles than I can remember and you think I’m going to run from a little bondage in the bedroom?” “Usually I don’t gag donors until the last chamber, but for you I might make an exception.” Jendaya bit her cheek to keep from chuckling. Tonight was going to be even more interesting than she thought. Something told her Cortez was just asking to get his ass kicked and from what she heard about the Masters of Ecstasy, Samson would find a kinky way to do it. Jendaya heard the door open and a moment later, Samson guided her inside. The door closed again. “A good way to learn about a partner is through touch,” Samson stated. “And one of the best ways to relax is to experience a strong orgasm.” “I’m for that.” Cortez chuckled. “Silence,” Samson ordered in a commanding voice. “Or I will gag you, Cortez. As I was saying, let’s take care of getting to know each other and relaxing at the same time. Jendaya, Cortez is standing about five paces in front of you. I want you to walk toward him and place your hands on his shoulders. Cortez, you will not move until you’re told, is that understood?” “Yeah.” “You will call me Sir or Master.” “Yes, Sir,” Cortez said with a hint of annoyance. “Jendaya, you may approach him,” Samson stated coolly, as if Cortez’s attitude wasn’t worth dealing with yet. She did as he instructed, her hands reaching for Cortez. They touched his solid chest and she slid her hands up it until they finally rested on his broad, rock-hard shoulders. This man, with his tight, well-muscled body was a pleasure to touch.

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Samson continued instructing her, his voice deep yet soft and erotically commanding. “Slide your hands up to his neck and lightly wrap your hands around it.” With her hands resting around Cortez’s strong neck, she stood, waiting. She felt his pulse beating through his warm flesh. Soon her heartbeat seemed to match the rhythmic throbbing of the sides of his neck against her hands. Absently, she began using her thumbs to gently stroke his neck. The flesh was smooth in places and lightly dusted with stubble in others. Ever so lightly she rested her thumb in the hollow of his throat. There was something powerful yet vulnerable in a man’s neck. These innocent caresses were strangely intimate and erotic. Cortez must have thought so as well because his scent grew stronger and she felt his heart beating a little faster, as was hers. “We’ve only just begun, but you’re already learning about each other,” Samson said, his voice closer to her now. She almost jumped. Usually her senses were keen, but she hadn’t heard him move. Maybe because she was so focused on Cortez. Samson’s hands rested on her shoulders, their warmth spreading through her. She wore a sleeveless dress, so his skin rested directly on hers and it felt wonderful. Leaning even nearer, he spoke in her ear, his voice husky, “No two hearts beat alike, and no two people feel the same. This is Cortez you’re feeling, Jendaya. Cortez alone. Take his face in your hands and kiss him.” Her heartbeat quickening even more, she moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue, cupped Cortez’s smooth cheeks and rough, warm jaw. She brushed her thumb over his lips, feeling where they were since she couldn’t see through the blindfold. Tilting her face up, she leaned closer and kissed him. His lips were firm, warm and pleasantly moist. Beneath the blindfold, her eyes closed and she kissed him again. This time he responded, his lips moving sensually against hers. The tips of their tongues met, tentatively at first, then with greater enthusiasm. He tasted delicious -- warm, wet and a bit minty. His mouth opened even more, allowing her tongue to thrust inside and meet his with feverish strokes. A little moan of pleasure escaped her throat and her fingers caressed his face and wove through his thick, wavy hair.

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“Don’t touch her, Cortez,” Samson reminded him. “I see your hands flexing, but this is her time.” “It’s hard,” he breathed against her lips. “She’s a great kisser.” “The gauntlet is meant to test your self-control.” “I have control. Just not when it comes to a woman like this.” Cortez’s hands rested on her waist and stroked enthusiastically. Seconds later she felt the warmth of Samson’s body disappear from behind her and Cortez’s hands jerked abruptly away from her. “Then you will benefit from these sessions,” Samson stated. “Hey, what the hell are you doing?” Cortez snapped. “Don’t handcuff me.” “Since you can’t control your urges, I’ll have to do it for you until you learn how,” Samson said. “The cuffs are built to hold vampiric strength. Any attempt to free yourself will only result in injury.” “Asshole,” Cortez muttered under his breath. “If that’s your preference, we’ll have ass play later. Once you’ve earned it,” Samson told him and this time Jendaya couldn’t keep the slight smile from her lips. Cortez needed a guy like this to put him in his place. “Ass play appeals to you as well, Jendaya?” Samson observed. “That’s good to know.” “I didn’t say --” “Silence,” he growled. She heard the sound of material tearing, then Samson continued, “Cortez is still standing in front of you, only now his hands are bound behind his back and he is shirtless. I want you to place your hands on his chest and stroke it. Find his nipples, lick them and scrape them with your fangs. Not too hard. Begin.” “I can’t believe I let myself in for this,” Cortez muttered. “Wait a moment,” Samson said. A moment later, they heard a door open and close. “I think he’s gone,” Cortez whispered. “What is his problem?”

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“He’s a Master of Ecstasy, genius,” Jendaya told him, an annoyed edge to her voice. “Didn’t you know what was up here before you signed on?” “Yeah, but I thought it was one big sex joke, you know.” “No. I don’t.” She wrinkled her nose. “Can’t you tell this guy is serious?” “He seems to be serious about everything. If he smiled I think his face would fall off.” “If you don’t get yourself together, there’s going to be trouble.” Cortez snorted, though his scent seemed to grow even stronger, a combination of fear and arousal. “I’m not afraid of him. He thinks that shaved head looks so tough. He looks like a dick with a face, that’s all.” The door opened and both fell silent. “You talk much, Cortez, but say little of importance,” Samson stated. “This will help you decide what is worth saying in the future.” Jendaya’s brow furrowed as she heard muffled grunts from Cortez and the sound of struggling. A moment later, Cortez’s panting breath filled the air and his scent had grown so strong from pure anger that it almost overshadowed that of Samson. “What did you do to him?” Jendaya asked softly. “He’s wearing a ball gag. Now we can continue without his rambling.” Cortez made an angry sound and Samson added, “I also have attached a collar and leash to his neck, though I won’t use them unless he forces me to.” A pang of sympathy shot through Jendaya. Yes, Cortez had too much attitude for his own good, but she couldn’t help feeling sorry for him. This was a little undignified. Yet he had known what to expect before entering the chamber. His purpose didn’t seem to be a night of sex, but to prove Samson unworthy of his position. In a way, Cortez deserved what he got. “Jendaya, you may follow my instructions now.” She stepped forward and placed her hands on Cortez’s bare chest. It rose and fell rapidly with his furious breathing, the flesh hot and a bit damp with perspiration. Again she felt sympathy for him, but also desire. Cortez seemed so wild in contrast to

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Samson’s controlled, burning passion. Both men were enough to keep a woman happily occupied for a vampiric lifetime. A thrill shot through her as she began stroking Cortez’s broad, hard chest as Samson had told her to. She noted it was smooth, the muscles chiseled. She placed a hand between his pecs, her fingers massaging gently before she swept her hands over his ribs and rested one of her palms above his heart. She felt it beating strong and steady. Licking her lips, she leaned down, felt along his chest until she found his nipple, then swept her tongue over it. She licked it over and over, tracing the flesh and enjoying the feel of it. Then she grazed it with her fangs, making him twitch a bit. She did the same to his other nipple. “Now lick down his belly and unzip his jeans. Are you wearing underwear, Cortez? Nod yes or shake your head no. Ah. Excellent. You’re not wearing any. Once you’ve freed his cock, Jendaya, I want you to take it in both hands and stroke it, then breathe on the head, but don’t touch your lips, teeth or tongue to it.” The excitement of the moment made Jendaya’s stomach clench. She lapped her way down Cortez’s flat, muscle-ridged belly, feeling it tighten and jerk as his passion grew. She took her time, licking every inch of his stomach. Sinking to her knees, she dipped her tongue into his belly button. He had only a very light dusting of hair on his lower stomach, and she relished the roughness against her tongue. In the darkness, her fingers clumsily undid the button on his jeans and slid down the zipper. His cock popped, thick and warm, into her waiting hands. She knew by feel that he was cut, the velvety shaft thick, straining and textured with veins. She stroked it, making him groan around his gag. Running her thumb over the tip, she smoothed the little bead of moisture leaking from the eye over the thick, curved head and teased along the underside. Then she clasped the shaft snugly in both hands and guided it toward her mouth. Without her sense of sight, she couldn’t accurately judge distance, so the crown of his erection accidentally brushed her lips. Samson had told her not to use her mouth on him yet. She pulled back slightly and breathed on Cortez’s cock head.

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“Now, Cortez, we’ll see if you can at least control your passion long enough to fully enjoy a session in the Chamber of Darkness. You will not come until I tell you to. Jendaya, swirl your tongue over the crown of his erection, then I want you to spend a few moments licking his shaft. Only his shaft.” Cortez made a sound that could have been a growl or might have been a tortured groan. She couldn’t quite decide. Jendaya brushed her tongue over his cock head then began licking his shaft from the root up and back again. “Cup his testicles in one hand and knead them,” Samson stated. Jendaya took the softer flesh in her hands and rolled it tenderly in her palm. Again Cortez moaned, his breathing ragged. “Hold his shaft steady and suck his cock head, Jendaya.” Teasing Cortez like this turned her on so much that her heart pounded almost as loudly as his. Her nipples and clit ached with need, and she felt the dampness on her panties from her hot, lust-drenched pussy. Still fondling his balls in one hand, she tightened her grip on his shaft with the other and began sucking the crown of his erection, intermittently swiping it with her tongue and teasing the underside. Cortez was moaning like crazy around the ball gag. He thrust against her, his body tense and straining. “Stop, Jendaya, and release him.” Both she and Cortez groaned in protest, but Samson remained firm. “I said release him.” She dropped her hands and sat back on her heels, her heart thrumming and her sense of hearing and smell alive. All three of their scents had grown strong with lust and Cortez’s pants and groans filled the room. “You’ve both done well, especially you, Cortez,” Samson said. “I know that must have been difficult. You deserve to be rewarded. Jendaya, stay there for a moment.” “Yes, Sir,” she said. The sound of boots on the stone floor told her the men were moving. Moments later, Samson grasped her arm and guided her to a standing position. “I’m removing

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your clothes now, Jendaya,” he said and slowly unzipped her dress. It had a bra built into it, so once he’d pushed it down to her hips, her breasts hung free. A light breeze blew across them, sending a slight shiver through her and making her already hard nipples stiffen even more. “You’re very beautiful,” Samson said. He ran a hand lightly over her breasts, then rolled each nipple between his fingertips. Cupping a breast, he lifted it and flicked his tongue over it, then pierced the tip with a fang. Jendaya gasped and arched against him, her eyes closing and passion flooding her. Her clit throbbed, desperate for a touch, and her pussy clenched, longing for a thick, hard cock buried deep inside it. Samson released her breast and pushed her dress down to her feet. She lifted first one then the other so he could discard the dress and remove her sandals. Then he pulled off her panties and cupped her soft mound. Two of his long, slender fingers pushed inside her, stroking and exploring, before he withdrew them and rubbed her clit. “Ah!” she cried, her pulse racing and desire shooting through her. He caressed her sensitive flesh until she hovered on the verge of climax, then stopped. Placing a hand on her lower back, he guided her across the room. Her feet brushed something soft. “There is a large cushion in front of you. Cortez is lying on it. Straddle him. Fill your beautiful wet cunt with his cock and ride.” Relief washed over her. She’d wanted to come so badly and now he was finally giving her -- and Cortez -- the chance. She sank onto the cushion and felt for Cortez. Her fingertips brushed his heated body and she slid atop him and braced her hands on his hot, damp chest. His heart pounded against her palms and for a moment she sat, enjoying the sensation as well as the feel of his steely erection pressing against her buttocks. Then she raised herself on her knees, grasped his cock and guided him into her. It felt so good that she closed her eyes and moaned. He was thick and hard, his flesh

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pressing against her in all the right places. Excited beyond measure, she began riding him fast and hard. “Slower!” Samson ordered. “Don’t rush it.” “It’s hard,” she breathed, then chuckled. “I mean it’s difficult.” “I know, but that’s why you’re here,” Samson said. “To master yourself. To learn the true meaning of pleasure.” Jendaya nodded and rocked slowly atop Cortez. She kept up the steady pace until she could bear no more, then quickened her rhythm. After several moments, she cried, “I don’t think I can hold out much longer!” By the way Cortez panted and trembled beneath her, his hips lunging upward to meet hers, he couldn’t wait either. Samson said the magic words, “Then come.” With a ragged cry, Jendaya rode Cortez fiercely, her hips grinding against him. She exploded, her entire body pulsing and tingling from head to toe. Grasping and grunting, Cortez’s hips jerked upward several times and he came. Jendaya melted onto his sweaty chest. Her parted lips rested against the side of his damp, pulsing neck and for several moments they rested, thoroughly satisfied.

Chapter Three Cortez knew the orgasm he’d just experienced had to be among the best in his life. He lay in a stupor, enjoying the feel of Jendaya’s warm, smooth body atop his and the fanning of her breath against his skin. Then she moved off him and he felt Samson’s hand on his shoulder. “Wake up, Cortez. It’s time to move to the next chamber.” He yawned and would have loved to stretch, except his wrists and ankles were tied, spread-eagle to the floor. Before guiding Jendaya toward him, Samson had removed his handcuffs and collar and used manacles to keep him bound on the cushion. Now Samson released him, except for the stupid mask that had become too hot and the ball gag that was now almost too uncomfortable to bear. Samson guided them across the room and through a doorway. The door clicked shut behind them and a cool breeze struck Cortez. Samson removed the gag and hood. Breathing a sigh of relief, Cortez rotated his neck to relieve tension and ran a hand through his sweat-soaked hair, brushing tendrils away from his neck. He glanced at the door in front of them and noticed the sign read Hear No Evil. “The Chamber of Silence,” Samson told them and opened the door. He flipped on the light switch and they followed him inside. Thick black carpeting covered the Chamber of Silence from ceiling to floor. There were no windows and few furnishings -- only a large black table in the center of the room and a smaller table covered in red velvet and holding several items -- two black hoods and a round bottle made of frosted purple glass. “Cortez, close the door please,” Samson said and walked to the table. “Jendaya, come here.”

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She approached the small table where he had picked up the hood. “Though this hood won’t completely block vampiric hearing, it will muffle it. Usually my donors all wear these hoods in the Chamber of Silence, however only you will wear it now, Jendaya.” “May I ask why?” she said, trying to sound respectful while at the same time annoyed that he seemed to be punishing her for no apparent reason. “Because Cortez will be following my verbal instructions and you will enjoy the rewards.” “Why are you so easy on her?” Cortez demanded, flinging Samson a look of challenge. “As you will soon learn, I am not being easy on her. However, since she already understands the meaning of mutual respect, there is no need for me to use unnecessary roughness on her. Jendaya, I’m going to place the hood on you. As you can see, it doesn’t completely cover your face, so you’ll be able to see, talk and breathe easily. If for some reason you feel overwhelmed, I want you to tell me. Do you understand?” He met Jendaya’s gaze. She smiled slightly, tenderly and nodded, her expression almost affectionate. Cortez felt an unfamiliar rush of jealousy at the intensity of the look exchanged between Samson and Jendaya. Strange that he couldn’t decide who he envied more -- Samson for earning such respect from Jendaya or Jendaya because she seemed to be favored by a man like Samson. Cortez had never had such feelings before, especially for another man. He wanted both Jendaya and Samson to find him irresistible, to desire him as much as he desired them. While he knew Jendaya had enjoyed touching, kissing and making love with him, he wondered if Samson’s strong, arousing scent had been increased by him or Jendaya. Maybe both. Cortez could live with that. Actually, he liked the idea of this three-way fuck fest, yet it was more than that. He liked Jendaya and Samson challenged him in a way he’d never previously experienced. Samson placed the hood on Jendaya then guided her to the large table where she hopped up and lay on her back. He lifted her knees and pushed them apart, fully

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exposing her smooth, dark inner thighs, neatly trimmed thatch of black pubic hair and the enticing, wet flesh between her legs. Her plump clit seemed to beg for a lover to suck it and her pussy looked so ready for a man’s cock. Cortez would love to fill her with his again. His erection grew and twitched as he thought about how it had felt inside her hot, wet pussy. “Come here, Cortez,” Samson ordered. “In the last chamber, Jendaya tested your control. Now you will do the same for her. Through you, I will touch her, arouse her and finally fuck her. Are you ready to follow orders?” “Yes, Sir,” Cortez replied, serious about the gauntlet for the first time that night. This was more interesting and arousing than any sexual experience he’d ever had and he wanted more. Samson walked to the end of the table, took Jendaya’s wrists and held them over her head. Then he instructed Cortez, “Open the container and massage her all over with the scented oil, beginning at her shoulders.” Eager to follow the carnal orders, Cortez opened the bottle poured some of the aromatic oil into his palms and rubbed them together to warm it. Then he began rubbing it into Jendaya’s shoulders. “Slowly,” Samson told him. “Don’t rush. Enjoy the task.” Cortez slowed his motions, gently caressing her with long, smooth strokes. Her skin felt so good against his palms -- silky and soft. He swept his thumbs over her collarbone then poured more oil into his hands before cupping her breasts and kneading them. She had the most beautiful breasts he’d ever seen or felt -- neither too large nor too small, they slightly overfilled his palms, the luscious brown flesh swelling above his hands as he squeezed. Her pointed nipples rubbed against him and he couldn’t resist pinching them. Jendaya moaned softly and he took that as a sign she liked what he was doing. “Run your fingers gently along the underside of her breasts,” Samson said. Cortez obeyed and Jendaya’s stomach clenched, since his feathery touch beneath her breasts must have tickled.

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“Now suck her left nipple while rubbing her stomach and hips.” His erection swelling even more, Cortez bent and captured her tight nipple between his lips. He sucked on it then gently raked his teeth over it. At the same time, he caressed the slight swell of her belly and stroked her rounded hips. Jendaya had a gorgeous body -- curvy and well-padded but at the same time firm. She had the kind of body that reminded him of how a woman should look. “Suck her other nipple,” Samson said. “Flick it with your tongue. While you’re doing that, cover her clit with your palm and massage.” Touching Jendaya was turning Cortez on so much that he had to resist the urge to plunge his cock into her and appease the frustrating ache. At the same time he was enjoying this game enough to want to play until the end. “Put your fingers inside her, one at a time, but insert no more than three.” Still sucking on her nipple, Cortez pushed his index finger into Jendaya’s hot, wet pussy. He explored tenderly, loving how she wriggled beneath his caresses. Samson still held her hands over her head, keeping her somewhat under control. Cortez slid another finger inside her, then a third. He relished the feel of her soft flesh, so drenched with passion. If only he could fill her with his cock. He could just imagine how incredible it would feel. Jendaya moaned and thrashed as he took her nipple between his teeth and tugged on it while rolling his thumb over her clit, his fingers still buried inside her. “Lick your way down her stomach and suck on her clit,” Samson said, his voice frustratingly steady. Cortez’s breathing was ragged with need. He released her nipple and withdrew his fingers from her pussy. Before doing what Samson ordered, he wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked. “Stop!” Samson growled. “I didn’t tell you to touch yourself.” “But --”

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“It’s been my intention to let you fuck her, but if you insist on losing control of yourself, I will take that pleasure myself while you watch, in bonds. Do you understand?” “Yes,” Cortez said, glaring in Samson’s direction. He wondered why he was listening to this guy. While he knew Samson could kick his ass, it wasn’t fear that stopped Cortez. Though he hated to admit it, this entire experience seemed right. It was as if he and Jendaya belonged with Samson, following his lead and reaping the rewards of his experience. Even more, part of him liked allowing Samson to take the lead and he loved touching Jendaya in any way. Cortez knelt on the table, hoisted her legs over his head and grasped her ass, holding her pelvis close to his face. He drew a deep breath, inhaling her delicious, musky scent, then covered her clit with his mouth. Jendaya cried out in pleasure. Cortez felt her body straining, but Samson’s grip held firm. Closing his eyes, Cortez ran his tongue over her clit then sucked on it. He lapped, sucked and ever-so-gently raked her sensitive flesh with his fangs until she finally exploded in orgasm. He continued devouring her until she lay spent, her breathing returning to normal. “Now sit up and fill her with your cock,” Samson ordered. His pulse racing out of control, Cortez did as instructed. He groaned with pleasure as he slid his rock-hard cock inside her drenched pussy. “Stroke her clit while thrusting. Do not come until she has a second orgasm.” Cortez did so. Slowly Jendaya’s passion rekindled. To Cortez this was the most delicious torture. He was so ready to come but needed to wait for her. Finally she cried out, her body arching. Her throbbing pussy squeezed his stiff cock and Cortez released his control. He shifted position and covered her body with his. He thrust hard and fast, growling with passion. Samson released Jendaya’s hands and she clung to him, her arms and legs wrapped fiercely around him. Cortez exploded, his body straining as he came longer and harder than he ever had in his life. He collapsed on top of her, panting and satisfied.

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Finally Cortez lifted his head from Jendaya, yawned and stretched with contentment. Samson, who still stood behind them, watching them with smoldering eyes, removed her hood. Her lovely face was flushed and misted with sweat. Cortez couldn’t resist once again kissing her full lips and gently biting the lower one. She responded enthusiastically, cupping the back of his head and thrusting her tongue into his mouth. “I’m glad to see you both have a lot of energy left,” Samson said, observing them with a crafty look in his eyes. “Because we’re not nearly finished.” Jendaya raised a questioning eyebrow and Samson continued, “Both of you switch places. And, Cortez…” Samson picked up a larger hood from the table and tossed it to him. “Back in the mask,” Cortez sighed. “Yes,” Samson said, a smile flirting with his lips. “Back in the mask.”

*** After finally completing their session in the Chamber of Silence, Samson handed Cortez and Jendaya large red towels. She wrapped hers around her body, pleased by its softness. Cortez draped his around his waist. She noted how handsome he looked with his well-muscled torso and powerful legs exposed. He reminded her of a gladiator of old, or maybe a Spartan warrior. Damn. She’d been watching too many movies. Maybe older vamps weren’t as fascinated by history, but to her it was intriguing and mysterious. Maybe that was why she found Samson so captivating. Glancing at him, she once again noted that while he dressed like a modern man, he oozed ancient warrior appeal. “Come with me. It’s time for refreshment before moving to the Chamber of Endurance,” Samson said. They followed him into another short hallway with two doors -- one leading to a room with a sign that read Speak No Evil and the other without a sign at all. Samson opened the one without the sign and they found themselves in the main corridor.

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They walked a short distance then entered a room of dark green marble. Shelves to their right stored towels, soaps, shampoos and lotions. Steps led up to an enormous shower that filled the entire room. Several water faucets jutted from the wall. “Get in,” Samson ordered. “Turn on the water.” Cortez and Jendaya exchanged glances, shrugged and dropped their towels. They walked up the steps and turned on the water. Jendaya leapt as cool water splashed her hot skin. She quickly adjusted the stream, making it warmer. Closing her eyes, she tilted her face upward and relished the feel of hot, soothing water. She opened her eyes and glanced at Cortez who also seemed to be enjoying himself. Few things felt as good as a hot shower. He opened his eyes and pushed back his soaked black hair. The muscles in his arms bulged enticingly and she thought again what a great night this was. “I have to ask you,” he said, stepping so close she saw his thick, dark lashes clinging together in endearing spikes from the water, “what do you do for a living?” “I’m a website designer,” she said. “But my real interest is history.” “Really?” He smiled slightly and scrubbed a hand over his broad chest. “Do you like the Spanish explorer type?” She laughed and slipped her arms around his neck. “Subtle, aren’t you?” “It’s one of my best qualities.” He placed his hands on her waist and kissed her. Samson ascended the steps and turned on another faucet. She and Cortez, still wrapped in each other’s arms, turned toward him. Her gaze swept Samson’s tall, lithe form as he closed his eyes and let the water drench him. Shit, the man had a tight ass and perfect legs. Glancing at Cortez, she saw he was also staring appreciatively at their guide who now ran a cake of soap over his sleekly-muscled arms. When Samson finished with the soap, he tossed it to Cortez. It slipped through his hands and when he bent to pick it up, Jendaya couldn’t resist slapping his big, tight ass.

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Growling playfully, Cortez stood and tugged her into his arms, running the soap over her full breasts and nuzzling her neck. They both froze when his fangs scraped her skin, not breaking it but stirring their desire so much that their aroused scents filled the shower, mingling with Samson’s. “You want to bite her,” Samson said, approaching them. “Hell yes,” Cortez breathed. “But does she want me to bite her?” “Yes,” Jendaya said. “Then do it,” Samson ordered. Without hesitation, Cortez slid his fangs into her flesh. Jendaya moaned and arched against him. The sensation was wonderful -- his sharp fangs and lapping tongue stirred orgasmic sensations that no one but another vampire could truly understand. The soap slipped from Cortez’s hand and he cupped her breasts, kneading them as he sucked her blood. After a moment, he withdrew his fangs and Jendaya moaned softly with disappointment. She turned in his arms and met his gaze. “Bite me,” Cortez whispered, his full, sexy lips stained with her blood. She stood on tiptoe and licked the blood from his mouth, then bit his lower lip and sucked his essence. He tasted so delicious that again she moaned with desire. When she finally released him, they stared at each other for a second then turned to Samson who stood stone still, his intense gaze upon them. His thick ivory cock had risen to almost full mast and Jendaya noted it was a particularly gorgeous specimen. The urge to curl her fist around it almost overcame her. “Come here,” Samson ordered, holding out his arms to them. Without hesitation, they walked toward him and he drew them close. Jendaya closed her eyes for a moment and rested her head against his shoulder. For some reason Samson made her feel safe. He was so confident. So in control. So incredibly virile and sexy. A couple of low growls and the scent of Cortez’s fresh blood forced her to open her eyes. Samson had turned toward Cortez and buried his face in his neck. She

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watched him drink Cortez and her clit throbbed with passion. He didn’t drink long and when he withdrew his fangs, Cortez gave another growl of protest, but Samson’s attention now focused on Jendaya. Her heart pounding with anticipation, she moistened her lips then tilted her head slightly, offering her neck to him. Samson kissed her neck, his surprisingly soft goatee tickling her flesh. Low groans and growls escaped his throat. She loved the sound of his voice. Slowly his fangs pierced her flesh and he drank. Moaning softly, Jendaya pressed closer to him, her hand stroking his flat, tight belly. Too soon he withdrew his fangs from her and glanced from her to Cortez, his blue eyes burning with lust. Jendaya wished to taste Samson, knowing he would be delicious. Yet nowhere in the rules did it say a Master of Ecstasy was bound to offer his donors a taste of his blood. As if reading her desires, Samson said, “Drink from me.” Cortez’s eyes widened a bit and he licked his lips. “Are you serious? I thought that was against the rules.” “I am your guide and I make the rules.” Jendaya drew a deep breath and ran her tongue over his chest. It was so warm and solid. She slid her fangs into the hard muscle and felt his amazingly potent blood fill her mouth. From the corner of her eye, she saw Cortez lean into Samson and bite his neck. As they lapped and sucked, Samson’s breathing and pulse quickened and he growled, the sexy sound filling Jendaya’s ears. She reached down and curled her fist around his stiff cock, stroking it in time with her lapping. By the tension in his body, she sensed he was on the verge of coming, but before it happened, he pushed them away and stood for a moment, his eyes blazing and chest heaving. Finally regaining control, he smiled wickedly. “Interesting.” “What is?” Cortez asked.

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“Nothing. Enough of this,” Samson rinsed off quickly and said, “Finish washing. It’s time to enter the Chamber of Endurance.

Chapter Four After their shower, wearing nothing but towels, Samson, Jendaya, and Cortez paused outside the door with the sign that read Speak No Evil. This was Samson’s least favorite of the chambers. Personally, he tended to be a vocal lover and liked hearing the sound of his partners’ voices as well. This Chamber would be unusually challenging to him tonight since he was enjoying Cortez and Jendaya far more than any other donors he’d had in the past. He opened the door and led them inside. A black mat rested on the red carpet in the gray stone room. Two bowls of fresh water and soap stood on a small table in a corner. Samson had also asked for an oversized black cushion and a chair to be brought in for this session. A pirate chest stood in a corner and though the walls were covered with assorted gags, bonds and floggers, Samson rarely used them. Other than hoods and gags, he preferred flesh on flesh to using props. After closing the door, he tugged off his towel and dropped it on the floor. “Take off your towels,” Samson said. He walked to the trunk and removed two red scarves, each knotted in the middle, several condoms, and a container of lube. When he turned back to Cortez and Jendaya, they stood naked, their towels pooled on the floor. “In this chamber you will not speak,” Samson began. “Your endurance will be tested by your ability to remain silent no matter how great the pleasure or pain. Since I have no desire to cause you harm, we are required to use our telepathic communication so I will know if you’ve reached your limits. Do you have any objection to sharing your thoughts with me?” “No,” Jendaya said. “Cortez?” he asked.

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“I have nothing to hide.” “Excellent,” Samson said. “These gags won’t prevent you from making noise, but will remind you that we’re to maintain silence in this chamber.” “You will be silent, too?” Cortez asked. “Yes,” he replied. “Once you are gagged, our silence will begin and won’t end until I say so.” Samson gagged Cortez first, then Jendaya. Using his telepathy, he said, Cortez, lie on the mat. Jendaya, sit in the chair and masturbate while watching us, but don’t come. If you feel you’re about to climax, slow or stop your motions, but never remove your hand from your flesh. She did as he ordered and Samson noticed both her scent and Cortez’s grew stronger and more delicious. Tonight had been his most memorable experience as a Master of Ecstasy. In truth, he’d never enjoyed two people more than he enjoyed Cortez and Jendaya. For the first time he hated the thought of the gauntlet coming to an end. Not only was he attracted to them physically, but he liked them -- Jendaya’s collectedness and Cortez’s fire. He approached Cortez, who lay on the mat, and knelt beside him. Curling his fist around Cortez’s shaft, he admired his cock. It was slightly shorter than Samson’s but just as thick, the flesh tanned and the bulbous head flushed pink. For the next several moments, he teased Cortez with a hand job, keeping him hovering on the brink of orgasm. He stroked and squeezed until Cortez writhed with need, his dark eyes half closed and his chest heaving with each ragged breath. Samson’s own cock swelled, desperate for release, but he restrained his passion, keeping his growls of desire trapped in his throat. Clamping a hand around the base of Cortez’s cock to prevent him from erupting, he glanced at Jendaya and saw her legs spread wide as her fingers stroked her clit. Her enticing musk teased his nose and even from this distance he saw the glistening flesh of her pussy.

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Samson turned back to Cortez, rolled a condom on him then put one on his own stiff cock. Get on all fours, he told Cortez, releasing his cock and reaching for the lube. The younger man obeyed, his tight ass thrust toward Samson. He knew by Cortez’s thoughts that he wanted to be fucked and Samson was happy to oblige. Samson lubed his cock then Cortez’s ass. He filled him slowly, knowing by reading his mind that he’d never been fucked by another man before. Cortez caught on quickly, however, and was soon bucking wildly as Samson thrust into him. Though Cortez managed not to speak or moan, his panting breath filled the room as he came. Samson nearly exploded as well, but withdrew his cock and somehow managed to restrain himself. His heart pounded and a light sweat broke out over his body. Squeezing the base of his cock, he wished he had worn a cock ring. These two tempted him almost beyond his normally strong endurance. While Cortez recovered, Samson discarded his condom in the wastebasket. Next he walked to bowls of water, took the soap and a hand towel and washed his cock. He glanced at Jendaya who was still stroking herself, her breasts rising and falling with each excited breath. Jendaya, he said, come here. Cortez, remove your condom and throw it away, then sit in the chair. While I’m busy with her, I want you to masturbate, but don’t come until I tell you. She approached Samson, her eyes gleaming with passion. Samson pressed her back against the wall, bent his knees and filled her with his thick erection. She was hot and wet from stroking herself and the sensation was so fantastic that he longed to explode with a few quick thrusts. Still, he pumped slowly into her, teasing them both until neither could endure a moment more. Jendaya’s eyes closed and her head arched as she came. The pulsing of her hot, wet flesh around his cock destroyed the last of his self-control. He lunged into her fast and hard. Using his telepathy, he urged on Cortez, who also hovered on the brink of orgasm as he stroked his cock. Come, now, Cortez.

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I’m coming, Cortez told him. Samson exploded in an orgasm so long and hard that for several moments he forgot everything except the raw pleasure rushing through him. Finally he guided her to the oversized cushion and beckoned Cortez to join them. Cortez rose from the chair, used one of the towels across the room to clean himself off, then lay near Jendaya on the cushion. They rested for several moments and Samson realized with a hint of discomfort that he didn’t want to leave them. Masters rarely became attached to donors. It made their job more difficult. Samson stood, took three robes from the trunk, dropped two on the cushion at their feet and pulled on the third. “The session is over. You may rest here for a time. You’ve both done well. It was a most pleasurable night.” Cortez and Jendaya lifted their heads and stared at him, a bit startled. He longed to touch their minds and search deeply to see how they felt about him, but it would be inappropriate. Jendaya said, “Thank you. It was a pleasure meeting you, Sir.” He smiled at her, an unfamiliar ache deep inside him. “Yes,” Cortez said sincerely. “Thank you.” Samson nodded, hoping Cortez would decide to take lessons in swordsmanship from him after all, or perhaps he shouldn’t. Seeing either of them again would only make life more complicated, considering his feelings for them. Yes, he had become uncharacteristically attached to them, but now it was over, no matter what. The last thing he needed was a relationship. Not when he had an enemy like Silus still out there. Without further conversation, he exited the chamber.

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Finally she lifted her head and gazed at him. His eyes were closed and his handsome face softened in the aftermath of lovemaking. She caressed his cheek and his eyes opened halfway. Meeting her gaze, he smiled, placed a hand to the back of her head and drew her closer for a kiss. “Want to spend the day in my bed?” he asked.

“Unless you’d rather spend it in mine.”

Chuckling, he took the robes, rose to his feet and offered her a hand up. They put

on the robes and left the chamber. On their way to the elevator, Cortez draped an arm over her shoulder and tugged her close, kissing the top of her head. “Whatever room you want works for me. I just need some sleep.” “I wish --”

“What?”

“I wish Samson was still here. It seems weird making love with the two of you

and then having him take off.” Cortez nodded, emotion briefly flickering across his face. Then he shrugged. “It’s just business to him, right? He’s really nothing more than a glorified hooker.” “I don’t believe that. Do you? Sighing deeply, he admitted, “No. Not really. He is a… Master of Ecstasy.” “Gained a little respect, did you?” She grinned. Chuckling, he held up his thumb and forefinger about an inch apart. “Just a little.” In Jendaya’s room, the two tumbled into bed. Before they drifted to sleep, Jendaya said, “You never told me what you do for a living.” “I’m an antiques dealer. I have a house and business a few miles from here.” “Antiques. Interesting. I love --” “History.” He smiled. “I remember. You should come to my house and look at my stuff sometime. I mostly deal in weapons, though.” “I’d love to.” She tilted her face toward his. “And not just to see your antiques.”

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Cortez smiled and brushed her mouth with a kiss. “Glad to hear it because you’re a lady I’d like to see more of.” “That can be arranged.” Cuddled close, they drifted off and slept until well past sunset. Cortez called for room service and as they sat at the table by the balcony, eating, she noticed he seemed as deep in thought as she was. “Samson gives lessons in swordplay here. I’m going to sign up. I think I can learn a lot from him.” She lifted an eyebrow. “But which of his swords do you really want to play with?” Snorting with laughter, he said, “What we shared last night was something special. At least to me.” “Me too.” “But I doubt it meant much to him,” Cortez admitted. “Maybe, but I think he liked us. Too bad he’s a Master of Ecstasy. If he was a normal guy, it would be easier to figure out how he really felt.” Rebellion stirred inside Cortez. So Samson was a Master of Ecstasy. He was old, skilled and deserved respect, but that didn’t mean he was untouchable outside of the gauntlet. “There’s only one way to find out.” A look of surprise passed over Jendaya’s face. “Are you going to sign up for the gauntlet again?” “No. I’m going to ask if he’s interested in seeing us socially.” Lifting an eyebrow, she said, “Are you crazy? Isn’t there a rule that says Masters aren’t supposed to socialize with donors?” “It’s not a rule. It’s supposedly a courtesy that no one is supposed to bother them after their session ends, but that’s stupid if we all like each other and want to see each other again.” “If he did, wouldn’t he have said something?” “Maybe he’s not sure how we feel.

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“He was in our heads,” she reminded him. “Still, if he makes a move on us outside of the gauntlet and we refuse, he’d look pretty stupid as a Master of Ecstasy getting turned down by a couple of donors.” “Do you think a man like that is worried about looking stupid? He’s so…” She sighed, a dreamy look on her face. Cortez felt a pang of annoyance and jealousy. “Hey, he’s just a guy. Well, maybe not just a guy, but… do you think he’s sexier than I am?” This seemed to snap her out of her lust stupor and she wrinkled her brow then laughed. “What?” “You heard me.” “He’s different than you, but you’re just as sexy in your own way.” “In my own way?” He curled his lip, stood and walked to the window. “Thanks a lot.” Folding his arms across his chest, he stared outside, his posture rigid. “Cortez.” She shook her head and approached him. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she rested her cheek against his shoulder. “You’re wild. He’s more controlled. You guys complement each other.” “Like a belt complements shoes?” he snorted. “No. I don’t mean it like that. You’re overly sensitive.” “What?” He turned, looking surprised and annoyed. “That’s for women. I’m a man, even if Samson did fuck my ass last night.” “Is that what’s bothering you?” “No. What’s bothering me is I want him to do it again,” Cortez admitted, color rising in his face. “And I want to fuck you again, too. And taste your blood. You’re both like an addiction.” “I understand. When I was with the two of you last night, it seemed right. Maybe you have a point. We should at least find out if Samson is interested.” “I’ll go talk to him.” Cortez headed for the door, but she grabbed his arm. “No! You can’t just walk in on a Master of Ecstasy like that. We need to do this with some mystery and class.”

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Raising his eyes to the heavens, he said, “You’re making too much out of this.” Her steady gaze met his. “No, I’m not.” “All right. What do you suggest?” Jendaya walked to her overnight bag and removed a box of black note cards, initialed and laser cut. She sat at the breakfast table and used gold ink to write a message asking Samson to join her and Cortez for dinner in her suite tomorrow night. If he was interested, he could reply by tomorrow morning. “If he ignores us, then we’ll know,” she stated. “All right. I’ll bring it to Gideon.” He took the envelope from her hand and headed for the door. Jendaya’s stomach tightened with anxiety. Were they doing the right thing? Yes. It was better to take a risk than regret not taking the chance.

*** Samson stood in the gym after his classes and shifted the note card between his fingers. He wasn’t surprised that Jendaya and Cortez had approached him for a social call. The chemistry between them last night had been undeniable, yet part of him had tried to forget it. The last thing he needed was a couple of young vamps as permanent partners, yet there was a very old saying that when a vampire met his soulmates, he knew it. Was it possible that Jendaya and Cortez were his? In the past, some other desperate or impertinent donors had approached him for dates, but he’d always ignored or politely declined their invitations. This was the first time he wanted to accept. Even more, he hungered for Cortez and Jendaya again -- the feel of their supple young bodies and the taste of their delicious blood. Would exploring a relationship with them be the right thing to do? Would it be fair, considering he would inevitably face Silus in combat again? Did he want to involve Jendaya and Cortez in his problems? Of course, he was getting ahead of himself. Just because they decided to “date” as it was called in the modern world didn’t necessarily

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mean they would spend eternity together. And here at Sunlight of the Soul they were as safe as possible. Surely even Silus knew better than to attack on Ivan’s territory. The repercussions would be a higher price than most vamps wished to pay. He walked to the telephone hanging on the wall in a corner of the gym and phoned the secretary to the Masters. “Estelle,” he said, “this is Samson. Please contact one of the guests, Jendaya Martin, and tell her that I accept her invitation. Thank you.” He hung up, a faint smile on his lips and the unusual feeling of excitement churning in his gut.

*** The following night, Jendaya dressed carefully, leaving her long black hair loose and slipping into a black and gold sundress that showed her curves to advantage. She wore strappy gold high-heeled sandals and gold satin panties. She had just finished putting on her lipstick when Cortez arrived, looking handsome in black trousers and a dark gray shirt, open at the throat. He carried a bottle of blood-laced wine and a bakery box. “What did you bring for dessert?” she asked, taking the box from him. She detected the aroma of cream and chocolate. “I don’t know why we need a dessert when we have you.” He bent and kissed her. “You look fantastic.” She smiled, pleased by his compliment, and said, “You look pretty hot yourself.” “I do my best,” he teased. “Samson should be here soon. Is dinner ready?” “Just about. Why don’t you pour us some of this wine and have a seat?” He did as she asked while she checked on dinner. Tapping sounded on the door and Jendaya’s stomach clenched. She and Cortez exchanged glances. Their tension and excitement was almost tangible. She tried to tell herself Samson was just a guy, but she knew it wasn’t true. Neither he nor Cortez were just guys. They were special, quite possibly her soulmates.

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She walked to the door and opened it. Samson stood, looking elegant yet casual in black trousers and a snug black crewneck shirt. His red beard was a striking contrast to his dark wardrobe and she resisted the urge to stroke it, to once again feel its soft, springy texture against her flesh. “Hello,” she said. “Jendaya.” He nodded and handed her a box. “Thank you.” She smiled and opened it. Chocolate truffles. How unexpected yet pleasant. He didn’t seem like the sort of guy who’d bring truffles. “Please come in.” “Good evening,” Cortez called from the table. “Wine?” “Please,” Samson said and strode toward the table. Jendaya placed the truffles on the coffee table then walked to the kitchenette. Taking dinner from the oven, she said, “I’m glad you came.” “We’re glad you came,” Cortez stated, passing Samson a glass of wine. “I’ve never accepted an invitation from a donor before,” he admitted. “But last night was an unusual experience.” “I agree,” Jendaya said, placing the pan on top of the stove and approaching the table where the men sat. She picked up her glass and took a sip of the wine. “To tell the truth, I didn’t expect to even enjoy the gauntlet,” Cortez said. “I thought the Masters were --” “A joke?” Samson said, a smiled flirting with his lips. “That was obvious.” “But I was wrong,” Cortez said, holding his gaze. “At least about you.” “I wasn’t wrong about you,” Samson told him. “I knew right away you had potential. With the proper training you can become a Master yourself, with both kinds of swords.” He smiled suggestively. “I would very much like lessons, with the right teacher.” Jendaya couldn’t help feeling a twinge of jealousy at the hot looks passing between Cortez and Samson. She cleared her throat and both men turned to her. “Do I fit in somewhere or am I just here to serve the meal?” she demanded.

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Cortez reached for her and dragged her onto his lap. “How can you not fit in? I’m new to this ménage thing, but from what I can tell you are the soul of our trio.” “I agree,” Samson said, leaning back and watching them with a calm yet seductive expression in his almond-shaped eyes. He thoughtfully stroked his goatee. “This is unexpected.” “Unwelcome?” Jendaya asked, almost afraid of his reply. “Not at all,” Samson stated. “The opposite. Yet we can’t rush.” “No. We can’t do that,” Cortez said, his hands roaming over Jendaya’s breasts. She slapped his hands and he dropped them but began nuzzling her neck. “I’m all for taking it slow,” she said. “At least on an emotional level.” “It’s hard to separate,” Cortez said, running his tongue along the side of her neck. “But not impossible,” Samson observed. “No?” Jendaya stood and approached Samson. Taking his face in her hands, she caressed his goatee. “However, in a situation like this, it’s next to impossible,” he admitted and pulled her onto his lap. She straddled him and moaned softly as he cupped her head and pulled her face to his for a possessive kiss. His tongue thrust between her lips and hers met it, caressing and exploring. Samson slid down the straps of her dress and pushed it to her waist. Her bare breasts pressed against his shirt and she felt the warmth of his body through the soft, thin fabric. Little thrills of pleasure rolled through her as his large, strong hands caressed her shoulders and back while he continued kissing her intricately. Reaching between them, she began unbuttoning Samson’s shirt so she could run her hands over his lean, hard chest. She heard Cortez rise from his chair and moments later felt his hands on her shoulders. “I don’t know about the two of you, but I won’t be able to eat without a quick one first,” Cortez said in a husky voice.

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Samson broke the kiss, his passionate gaze shifting from Jendaya to Cortez. “Then let’s take the edge off so we can enjoy ourselves slowly later.” Glancing at Cortez, Jendaya saw that he’d already undressed. Samson stood, lifting Jendaya in his arms. Laughing, she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. He carried her to the large bed and placed her on it. Cortez followed and while Samson removed his clothes, Cortez finished undressing Jendaya. Then both men stretched out on either side of her. With a growl of pleasure, Cortez took one of her breasts and began sucking the nipple. Samson kissed his way down the length of her body, finally pausing at her clit. His hot, wet tongue lashed over it, then he lapped her while exploring her pussy with his fingers. Her eyes closed, she surrendered completely to her gorgeous partners. She moaned with desire, her pulse racing, as Cortez pierced her nipple with one of his fangs and tasted her blood. Samson stopped lapping her clit only to kneel between her legs and filled her with his cock. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he thrust while stroking her clit with his thumb. There was no waiting this time. No orders. Only pleasure. Sooner than she thought possible, Jendaya soared in orgasm beneath their fevered caresses. Smiling blissfully, she knew without doubt she and these irresistible vampires belonged together for eternity.

Chapter Five One Month Later Jendaya finished work early that evening and decided to crash Samson and Cortez’s practice session in the gym. She’d spent the week at Samson’s suite, since over the past month she’d spent more time there or at Cortez’s home than in her own apartment. They had discussed the three of them moving in with Cortez permanently, but Samson was still thinking it over. Though it was to be expected that a fourteen-hundred year old man wouldn’t make snap decisions, Jendaya and Cortez were growing impatient with him. They wanted to start a life together and it only made sense, considering they spent every spare moment with each other. After putting away her laptop computer, she stood and stretched, looking forward to some exercise, especially with her two gorgeous vamps. In one of the basement training rooms, she found Cortez and Samson engaged in what looked like serious practice. Their eyes gleaming and fangs bared, they attacked each other fiercely, their blades clashing. Sweat soaked their shirts and blood stained Cortez’s sleeve. Finally they paused and turned to her. The sight of them looking so hot and wild sent a thrill through her and she smiled seductively, sauntering toward them. “You two look like you could use a break,” she purred, inspecting the cut on Cortez’s arm. Seeing the shallow wound had already begun to heal, she gave it a quick lick, then caressed Samson’s face with one hand and Cortez’s with her other. “Think I could help you relax?”

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“You could probably think of a few ways.” Cortez grinned, taking her hand and kissing her palm. Samson gave a low, erotic growl and pulled her close, covering her mouth in a possessive kiss. Cortez’s hand roamed over her buttocks and squeezed gently. They were interrupted by Gideon clearing his throat loudly. Cortez dropped his hand from her ass and though Samson broke their kiss, he didn’t release his hold on her. “Yes, Gideon?” Samson asked. “Ivan would like to speak to you right away. It’s urgent.” “Of course.” Samson released Jendaya and headed for the door, saying, “I’ll be back.” “We’ll meet you in your room,” Cortez said. Jendaya watched Samson leave with Gideon and felt strangely concerned. “What do you think that was all about?” she asked. Cortez shrugged and examined his blade before sheathing it. “I imagine we’ll find out from Samson later.”

*** When Samson arrived at the suite Gideon shared with Ivan, he found the Master of Sunlight of the Soul seated in his study. Gideon left them alone to talk and Samson experienced a feeling of dread. Though Ivan wasn’t one to expose blatant emotions, Samson had known him long enough to realize when something was wrong. In many ways they were similar creatures, and not just because they both had fangs and shaved heads. “Have a seat.” Ivan motioned toward the chair. “Would you like a drink?” “What’s the problem, Ivan?” “This message came today.” He opened his desk drawer, withdrew a slip of parchment and slid it across the polished wood toward Samson who took it and scanned the letter.

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His gut tightened with a feeling of rage and anticipation. The message was from Silus. Not only had he insulted him by issuing his challenge through Ivan, but had insinuated that Samson was hiding at Sunlight of the Soul. In the message, he stupidly threatened to attack the haven unless Ivan made certain Samson showed up for the challenge. “Don’t let your temper get the better of you,” Ivan said quietly. Though Samson often appeared calm and philosophical, it had taken him years to learn how to control his temper. Silus had always been able to manipulate his anger and ironically that in itself caused even more fury on Samson’s part. Crushing the parchment in his fist, he took a deep calming breath that ended in a growl. “I realize you intend to meet him,” Ivan said. “Fucking right I do, and this time either that bastard dies or I do.” “I like the first option better,” Ivan said. “Unfortunately, unless you handle this situation correctly, I’m afraid the latter might happen.” “He wants this settled as much as I do. I told you he would come to me.” “Then why did he spend so many centuries fleeing? Something isn’t right here, Samson, and I’m sure you know it.” Sighing, Samson stood and paced the room. Ivan was correct. There was something wrong about Silus’ challenge. “Showing up alone will be suicide,” Ivan said. “I’ve spent almost my entire life waiting to kill him. I’m not about to back away from the opportunity.” “I don’t expect you to. However, you need a plan. Are you willing to listen?”

*** While waiting for Samson to return, Cortez showered then helped Jendaya prepare a meal. It was nearly ready when Samson stepped into his suite, looking distracted. “What happened?” Jendaya asked. “Something’s wrong, isn’t it?”

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“Will you give the man a chance to talk before you jump to conclusions?” Cortez demanded, then approached Samson and rested his hands on his shoulders. Their gazes locked and Cortez didn’t like what he saw. “She’s right, isn’t she? What’s wrong? Tell us, damn it!” Raising his eyes to the heavens, Samson brushed off Cortez’s hands and sat on the couch. “Later tonight I have business to attend. That’s all. I will probably be back by sunrise.” “Probably?” Jendaya approached and sat beside him. “What is that supposed to mean?” “It means…” He sighed and shook his head. “I tried to avoid this, but since we’re involved there’s something you need to know.” “Go on. We’re all ears,” Cortez said, dragging a chair nearer to the couch and straddling it backward. Both he and Jendaya stared at Samson, waiting for him to continue. “Do you remember how I told you about my Creator, Camillus?” “Of course,” Cortez said. “A great man from what you said. You and he helped many people before he was killed.” “Killed by a wealthy Roman vampire.” “Who felt Camillus was a traitor not only to his class, but to vampires in general,” Jendaya said. “What I haven’t told you is I have spent the past thirteen-hundred years seeking revenge against that vampire, Silus. We’ve fought many times and have nearly killed each other on several occasions. The last was about two years ago. This time he’s come to me. He claims to want to settle matters between us once and for all.” “That doesn’t sound right,” Jendaya said, wrinkling her nose. “If he knows you want to kill him, why come to you?” “When are we going to fight this guy?” Cortez asked. “We?” Samson smiled humorlessly. “We aren’t. I am.”

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“Are you crazy?” Cortez demanded. “You can’t go meet him alone. For all you know it could be a trap. You need backup. I’m going with you. Tell me when and where.” “No,” Samson stated. “I have this under control.” “Nobody has a situation like this under control,” Jendaya said. “For once Cortez is right.” Cortez shot her an annoyed look. “What do you mean for once?” “Just what I said. Samson,” she rested a hand on his knee, “if you take the two of us, you’ll have a better chance --” “Absolutely not.” He stood, his face tense. “My main concern has been keeping you as far away from Silus as possible --” “Is that why you’ve been so slow to decide about us moving in together?” Jendaya asked. He glanced at her sharply. “Do you think you’re the only one with enemies?” Cortez snorted. “After fivehundred-sixty years, I’ve made some of my own. Whatever happens, we can handle it together.” “This is different. It’s my problem,” Samson stated. “I only told you in case Silus wins.” “What’s up with that?” Jendaya demanded, her eyes flashing. Cortez would have smiled if the situation hadn’t been so grave. Usually she was cool and controlled. The picture of refinement, but Samson’s attitude in this matter must have annoyed her as much as it did Cortez. She went on, “You tell us you’re going out to meet your worst enemy, but don’t wait up because you might not be back? You can’t just spring something like that on us and expect us to sit back and accept whatever happens!” Samson held her gaze. “You have to because the subject is closed.” “The hell it is!” Cortez bellowed. “I’m not going to let you do this, Samson.”

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Samson moved so quickly that even with his vampiric senses Cortez couldn’t react fast enough. The older vampire pinned him to the wall, his hand tight around his throat. “You’ll do what I tell you,” Samson growled, his fangs bared. “You think I’m a better warrior than you? Silus has outlived me by a thousand years. Imagine what he’s like in battle.” “Then he’ll probably kill you unless you have help,” Cortez managed to choke out around Samson’s grip. “Let him go,” Jendaya said, grasping Samson’s arm. “I said let him go!” Samson released Cortez so abruptly he staggered. Coughing, he rubbed his throat. “This conversation is over,” Samson stated. He strode to his bedroom and slammed the door behind him. Jendaya touched Cortez’s shoulder. “Are you all right?” “Fine.” “You and I had better talk to Gideon. Maybe he’ll tell us when this is going down.” Cortez looked surprised. “That’s a good idea, but what’s with this new attitude? Usually you do everything Samson tells you.” “That’s only in the bedroom. This is life and death. There’s no way in hell I’m going to let him go off and meet this Silus guy, no matter what he tells us.” Jendaya phoned Gideon who told them to meet him in his and Ivan’s suite. When they arrived, Gideon showed them in and offered them seats in the living room. “Gideon, what do you know about Samson’s fight with Silus tonight?” “What has he told you?” “Enough that we’re afraid for his life,” Jendaya said. “We respect Samson and have faith in him, but there’s no way we’re willing to let him sacrifice his life for revenge. Personally I don’t believe this Silus wants a fair fight.”

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“If you know where the fight is going to take place, you need to tell us,” Cortez said. Before Gideon replied, Ivan stepped into the room, his icy gaze sweeping all three. “Gideon, you know better than to discuss a Master’s private business without his consent.” “Ivan, you know how I feel about --” “I said this matter is not your concern, nor is it theirs.” “With all due respect, Sir, it is our concern,” Jendaya stated. “We care about Samson.” “Then respect his wishes,” Ivan said. He held Gideon’s gaze. “I expect you to obey me on this and the matter we discussed earlier.” Gideon sighed and closed his eyes momentarily. “I already told you I would.” Ivan nodded. “I’m going and will see you later.” Gideon stood and brushed his lover’s mouth with a kiss. “You should take me with you for this. I only fought beside you for how long?” “And you’ve obeyed me for just as long. Continue to do so.” Turning on his heel, Ivan headed for the door. Once he’d left, Gideon said, “We’ll wait a few minutes then go. If you have weapons, collect them.” “Weapons? Go where?” Jendaya said. “To the fight. Samson agreed to let Ivan back him up, but I don’t trust Silus. Something tells me he’s going to have a small army to protect him. Ivan and Samson can be arrogant to the point of stupid. They might think the two of them are enough for this fight, but I’m not about to take that risk.” Cortez and Jendaya smiled with relief. “You’ve been with a Master vamp longer than we have. Is it always as crazy as this?” Jendaya asked. “Oh, this is mild, but don’t worry.” Gideon rested a hand on her shoulder. “You’ll get used to it.”

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When Jendaya, Cortez and Gideon arrived at an abandoned warehouse across town, it sounded as if the fight was underway. The clash of steel echoed from the walls and the scent of blood reached Jendaya’s sensitive nose. Her heart pounded as they approached cautiously. Two guards stood outside the door. They lifted their heads and sniffed the air, their vampiric noses telling them someone was approaching. Jendaya and Gideon pulled their guns and fired, destroying the guards before they saw who hit them. Opening the door a crack, they looked in and saw Samson and Ivan fighting back-to-back against a group of seven vampires armed with swords. Three bodies lay slashed on the ground. “I don’t see Silus,” Gideon whispered. “There. Behind that beam,” Cortez said. “Is that him?” A tall, sleekly muscled man dressed in black stood across the dim warehouse, lit only by streetlights shining in through the broken windows. He carried a sword, though it seemed he’d have no use for it. Samson and Ivan fought their enemies fiercely, their faces and slashed shirts red with blood. Fangs flashing, they attacked and defended against the onslaught. “That’s him,” Gideon spat, pointing to the man in black. “Coward. After their last battle he knows Samson might kill him in a fair fight.” “Let’s even the odds,” Jendaya said. She aimed her weapon and fired. Gideon did the same. Two vampires fell beneath their sniper attack, but it also drew the attention of the others and Silus who fled. “I’m going around the back and head him off,” Cortez said, drawing his sword. “Cortez, be careful!” Jendaya shouted, but he was already out of sight. “Damn! I don’t want him to get killed either.” She and Gideon shot two more of Silus’ minions and Samson and Ivan quickly destroyed the rest.

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Jendaya rushed inside and shouted, “Samson, Cortez has gone after Silus. The back way!” Almost before she’d finished speaking, Samson took off at a run. “Didn’t we tell you to stay at the club?” Ivan growled as Gideon and Jendaya approached. “Yell at us later,” Gideon said. The three rushed after Samson. In the parking lot behind the warehouse, Cortez was defending himself against Silus’ brutal attack. A savage growl from Samson drew his attention. He quickly disarmed Cortez but before he could land a death blow, Samson’s blade blocked his. Jendaya aimed her gun, but Gideon stopped her. “Don’t. This is their fight now. A fair fight.” Though she longed to eliminate any threat to Samson, she knew Gideon was right. Samson had spent centuries chasing him. He deserved vengeance for his Creator’s death. She lowered her weapon and hurried to Cortez who approached, panting, his shirtsleeve soaked in blood. “Are you all right?” she asked, checking his arm. “Just a scratch,” he said. “It’ll scar,” she observed. “I think they’re using silver weapons.” “You’re right. In the old days, silver blades were the most popular way for vamps to kill vamps,” Cortez replied, though his attention focused on Samson and Silus who were still locked in combat. “Win, Samson. Win!” he growled. He took Jendaya’s hand and they held on fiercely, their grips tightening with each clash of Samson and Silus’ swords. It was the worst moment of Jendaya’s life when, briefly, it seemed as if Silus would win the fight. His blade pierced Samson’s sword arm at the shoulder then slashed his chest. Luckily Samson backed away, sustaining a shallow wound instead of

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a mortal one. He quickly switched his sword to his other hand and attacked with even more ferocity. This seemed to take Silus by surprise. Samson backed him into the side of the building and disarmed him. A look of panic flashed across Silus’ face before Samson’s blade pierced his heart. Samson withdrew his blade from the corpse and stood a moment. Jendaya and Cortez didn’t wait, but ran to him. Turning to them, Samson met first Cortez’s gaze, then Jendaya’s. In his eyes she saw a barrage of emotions -- anger, gratitude and affection. Ivan and Gideon approached and the Master of Sunlight of the Soul said, “Your mates need to be taught obedience.” His gaze still on Jendaya and Cortez, Samson replied, “Don’t worry. They will be punished. And your mate doesn’t listen any better.” Ivan grunted. “He’ll be punished as well.” “And he’s looking forward to it,” Gideon said, stepping closer to Ivan, a seductive look in his eyes. An affectionate smile tugged at Ivan’s lips. Gideon continued, “In the meantime, I’ll call a cleanup crew for this mess.” In the area of Sunlight of the Soul, Ivan controlled vampiric activity and for situations such as this, had employees to destroy the evidence. “Let’s go home,” Samson said to his mates. “Home?” Jendaya lifted an eyebrow. “As in my house?” Cortez asked hopefully, “Or can I finally say our house?” “Our house,” Samson said, smiling slightly. Placing an arm around each of his mates, they left the parking lot.

*** “Oh, fuck, I can’t take anymore,” Cortez groaned. Bound spread-eagle to his bed, his heart pounding and body straining with unfulfilled lust, he suffered Samson’s promised punishment. Already his stiff, aching cock had been sucked, nibbled and licked by Jendaya while Samson stood, commanding their motions. Before that, Cortez

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had licked Jendaya to the edge of orgasm, but Samson hadn’t let her tumble over the edge, either. If he wasn’t allowed to come soon, Cortez might drop dead from frustration. Finally taking pity, Samson released his bonds. “Up,” Samson ordered and Cortez obeyed, rising to his feet. “On your knees, Jendaya. Keep sucking and fondling him.” She took a pillow from the bed, dropped it on the floor at Cortez’s feet and knelt on it. Clasping his painfully stiff cock, she lapped the bulging head with her wickedly skilled tongue. Samson stood behind him and inserted his well-lubed cock into Cortez’s ass. The sensations were too much to endure. With a savage cry, Cortez came so long and hard he would have collapsed if not for Samson’s powerful arms supporting him. He felt Samson come as well, his hot, lean body stiff as he lunged into Cortez. Finally Samson withdrew his cock and let Cortez drop onto the bed. “What about me?” Jendaya demanded. “Please can I come now?” “I believe you’ve been punished enough,” Samson replied. Though Cortez’s eyes were closed, he could hear the indulgent smile in Samson’s voice. He was the most arrogant, enticing bastard on the planet. He felt the bed lurch as Samson and Jendaya joined him on it. Hearing her moans of rapture, he couldn’t resist opening his eyes halfway to watch her writhe, her beautiful body arching with pleasure while Samson lay on his side, her legs over his shoulders as he lapped her clit until she burst in orgasm. When they recovered, Jendaya suggested they take a shower before retiring for the day. Cortez had the shower custom built, so it was spacious enough for the three of them to wash comfortably. It also had a built in bench along the wall. Standing beneath the warm water, he watched Jendaya soap her gorgeous body and Samson lather his head and face for his shaving ritual.

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“Can I shave you?” Jendaya asked and Samson glanced at her with a hint of surprise. She stepped closer, gazing into his eyes, and took his hand. “Please?” “Me too.” Cortez grinned and shrugged, a bit embarrassed. “To tell the truth, it turns me on when I watch you shave.” In spite of the pleased look in his eyes, Samson said, “You’re both very strange.” “Then we fit well with you,” Jendaya told him. “Can we do it?” They stood for a moment in silence. It took a certain level of trust to allow one’s partners to wield a razorblade over one’s skin. “All right,” Samson said and sat on the bench. He handed Jendaya his blade while Cortez took another. While she shaved his head, Cortez cut in his goatee. Once they’d finished, he stood and rinsed off, then glanced in the shower mirror. “Not bad.” “We’re not done yet.” Jendaya grinned, holding up the blade and nodding toward his pelvis. Samson grasped her waist, tugged her to his chest and spoke against her lips, “Slip and you’re in trouble.” He stood while Cortez knelt and lathered his pubic area, then Jendaya shaved him slowly, carefully. An erotic thrill darted through Cortez as he watched. When they finished, they stood for a moment, admiring how enormous his cock looked. “You know, I think I’ll give that a try,” Cortez said, glancing down at his own dark, wiry thatch of hair. “Let me,” Jendaya said. “I’m good at it.” Cortez hesitated, but Samson said, “What’s the matter? Don’t trust her?” Standing with his eyes closed tightly, Cortez said, “Go head. Do your worst. I mean your best!” It seemed to take forever, but Jendaya finally said, “Finished. You can open your eyes, Cortez. Why did you meet Silus without fear but can’t watch me shave your pubic hair?”

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“Because this is more frightening,” he teased, staring at his smooth pelvis. Damn. His cock looked fantastic. Gigantic, he thought with pride. “What do you think?” “Impressive,” Samson admitted. “I think it deserves a kiss.” Jendaya sank to her knees, clasped his shaft in both hands and ran her lips and tongue over the tip. Cortez buried his hands in her hair and she tilted her face up to his. “I’m glad you agreed to this arrangement,” Cortez said to Samson. “So am I,” he said. “What you both did tonight…” They stared at him and for a moment Cortez expected a lecture on obedience. Samson surprised him by saying, “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” Jendaya embraced him tightly. She had longed for a mate, but had never imagined finding two. Wrapped in the loving arms of her gorgeous vamps, eternity looked better than ever.

Kate Hill What do trips around the world, endless nights of breathtaking sex, and a muscular, 6-foot 3-inch, brown-haired, blue-eyed significant other have to do with Kate Hill? Absolutely nothing, but she can dream, can’t she? In reality Kate is a single, thirty­ something vegetarian New Englander who loves writing romantic fantasies. Visit her online at http://www.kate-hill.com, www.myspace.com/katehillromance, or join her newsgroup at groups.yahoo.com/group/katehill. Stop by Kate’s Amazon blog at www.amazon.com