Bloodsong (8 page)

“Ah, don’t take it so hard, little beauty,” Ever whispered to her, taking one of her hands and brushing a kiss across her knuckles.

She couldn’t figure it out, how he could be so powerful, so ancient, and so sweet at the same moment. Ever seemed sad to her, in the way Aleron did, only more so. And yet, there was this gentleness about him. And he was so, so gorgeous…like some fallen angel.

Aleron’s hand on her cheek, his fingers tracing her lips, and she could almost forget Ever was there. The hard knot of emotion solidifying in her chest, she lifted her head a little to kiss Aleron’s fingertips.

“My sweet beauty,” he murmured.

His crystal-blue gaze was alive with desire, hot. Yet still, behind all of that, she could see that trace of sadness. If only she could take it away.

“That is not for you,” he said, a shadow flitting across his features.

“Aleron—”

“Shh. Be in the moment. With us.”

Ever’s hand slid across her belly, then lower, and as his fingers found her clitoris, she ceased to think altogether. He pinched with his clever fingers, just hard enough, sending shivers of desire through her, like tiny shards of glass. Aleron bent to take one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking, licking. She was lost in sensation, all thought gone.

Their hands and mouths were everywhere at once—her nipples, her clit, fingers pressing into her pussy. Pleasure rose, surged, a hot tide pounding through her. She was writhing with it, and they were writhing, their hard cocks pressing against her body—her hip, her thigh. She wanted them to fuck her.

“Yes,” Aleron answered her thoughts. “We want you, Meeraj. But first you will come for us.”

He sat and pulled her into his arms, using his strong hands to spread her thighs wide. Ever gave her a small, mysterious smile, his sharp eyeteeth flashing, before he reached back and loosed his hair. It fell around him like a veil, shimmering in the soft light. She reached out to touch it before she could stop herself, paused and pulled her hand back with a gasp.

“It’s all right, Meeraj,” Aleron told her. “Touch it.”

Ever took her hand and helped her to bury her fingers in that satin curtain. It was unbelievably soft, the sensation another layer of pleasure.

“It’s beautiful,” she murmured.

Then Ever bent his silken blond head between her thighs, burying his face in her mound.

His tongue was a lightning-hot flicker at her swollen pussy lips. She fought to hold still. She thought she would come. She thought she might die, just like this—in Aleron’s arms, Ever’s lovely mouth between her thighs, his hair spread out over her naked skin like a blanket of pure silk.

Another small flick, and she groaned.

Then he went to work, his tongue flicking at her hard clit, then licking, harder and harder. He sucked it into his mouth, and Aleron pressed his teeth to her wrist and bit.

She exploded. Heat and pleasure, hot and sharp and shattering her into a thousand tiny pieces. And in her head was Aleron—his face, his hands, the taste of his lips on hers. A hard surge of his heart, for her.

Her.

Not Emeline.

“Oh…Aleron…Aleron!”

She was shaking. But it wasn’t over. Ever rose up on his arms, his body between her spread legs. She raised her knees. As Aleron held her, his arms tight about her waist, Ever slid inside her.

He was as hard as though his cock were made of heavy glass, cool and smooth, filling her. Her pussy clenched with the last of her climax, her head still spinning, her thoughts jumbled.

Yes, Ever, beautiful Ever. I want you…

But only because Aleron still held her, because he was there with her, just as he’d promised.

No one had ever kept a promise to her. Not even her brothers, promising to care for her. And no one had made a promise to her since she’d lost Dev.

Ever was pumping into her, and it was impossible to think as pleasure rose in her once more. His body was lovely, powerful, his face frightening, exquisite. She could sense how he held back so he wouldn’t let the blood lust take over, so he wouldn’t damage her. And Aleron, her guardian angel, holding her safe.

Anything for you, Aleron…

Ever’s hips moved, his cock piercing her, driving pleasure into her sex, her belly. Aleron was caressing her breasts, so softly, the sensation gentle and lovely, contrasting with Ever’s powerful thrusts.

“Aleron…” she gasped.

“What is it, Meeraj?”

“I’m going to come again… Drink from me…please.”

He pulled her hair back with one hand, the other still stroking her hard nipple, and let his teeth rest against the side of her throat. Anticipation was almost as keen and sharp as Ever’s heavy cock plunging into her, pushing pleasure deeper and deeper into her body.

“See, Meeraj,” Ever commanded. “See my pleasure. Make it yours.”

He sent images into her mind: bodies writhing on this very bed, the two dark, beautiful vampires who stood guard outside the doors, their long limbs entwined, their mouths on Ever’s cock, taking turns sucking him. Then both of them on their knees, facing each other, only inches apart, their hands fisted around their own cocks, stroking themselves as Ever watched, stroking, stroking. Then pressing the heads of their cocks together as they came onto each other’s leanly muscled thighs.

She rose from her dream daze as Ever lifted her wrist to his lips, and she watched, waiting for him to pierce her flesh, to take the Seeking Kiss. Waiting for her climax to overtake her.

Aleron’s hand shot out, grabbing Ever’s wrist.

“No,” he said, his voice quiet, deadly calm.

Ever smiled. “As you wish, Aleron. I am happy to simply fuck your lovely girl.” He laid a kiss on her wrist, soft and sweet, and plunged roughly into her. Keeping his gaze on Aleron, he plunged again, a hard, hurting thrust that sent pleasure spiraling into her, leaving her on the edge.

“I’m going to come, Meeraj. Into you, your beautiful body.” Ever angled his hips and thrust once more. “Ah, you like this, when I fuck you too hard. You’re going to come, as well, little beauty. Come with me.”

As he pounded into her, her body surged, and as Aleron bit into her neck, she came once more in a torrent of heat. Ever tensed, cried out, arching into her in hard, punishing thrusts as he climaxed. His come was hot inside her, and he kept stabbing into her, even as his cock softened.

“Ah, beautiful angel,” he murmured, his head dropping, his hair falling all around her as her eyes grew heavy, her mind dazed.

Even with the most beautiful vampire bending over her, his cock still inside her body, all she could think of was Aleron.

My Aleron.

Her vision dimmed, went dark.

Aleron felt her go loose in his arms. Ever lifted his head, smiled at him beatifically, then withdrew, rolled onto his side and laid down on the bed so that Aleron could shift her onto the pillows. He knew she’d sleep for hours now. He knew he could still fuck her if he wished. But despite his raging hard cock, he would let her rest. He didn’t want to think about why he felt so protective of her. Why he wouldn’t let Ever drink from her.

“Aleron, it’s your turn,” Ever said lazily, his dark eyes half-closed.

“I fear she is spent for the night.”

“I am not.”

“Ah, it’s been a long time, Ever, since I’ve had you.”

“Have me now, then.”

Ever had his mysterious, wicked smile on his face. He was beautiful as he knelt on the end of the bed, his cock coming up hard again already, still wet with Meeraj’s juices, with his own come.

A knot pulling in Aleron’s stomach, deep down.

Don’t think of it now. Just fuck him.

“Come on, Aleron.” Ever’s smile widened into a grin. “Take your turn or I will take mine again.”

“Not with her!” Aleron roared, lunging at him.

He had him in a moment, his hands clasped around Ever’s neck, pushing him onto the bed on his stomach. Somewhere in the back of his mind he understood that it was happening only because Ever allowed him to do it. The older vampire had ten times his strength. But it didn’t matter. All that mattered was kicking Ever’s long thighs apart with his knees, parting his smooth buttocks and shoving his cock in.

Ah, he was tight and hot inside, too old and strong to tear at the intrusion. Aleron began to pump.

“Yes, fuck me, Aleron,” Ever said, his voice a gasping pant of pleasure already.

Ever was grinding his hips into the mattress, then pushing back against him, taking the pummeling thrusts in a way no human could withstand. Pleasure was a hard, burning lance in Aleron’s body—in his cock, his balls, his gut.

He closed his eyes against the sight of Meeraj’s unconscious body, focused only on the sensations as he pushed hard into Ever’s ass, on the pain as Ever’s fingers dug into his thigh, bringing up the blood.

The scent was sharp and acrid, dizzying. He knew what it would be for Ever.

With a roar Ever pushed Aleron off him, and they both went tumbling to the floor. The marble was cool beneath his back, Ever’s body cool on top of his, holding him down. The older vampire bent and took Aleron’s cock into his mouth, sucking for a moment, then biting into the swollen tip. Pain and pleasure and his mind soaring as Ever drank.

Aleron’s mind was filled—the two young vampires, fucking each other, twined together. Then back, to another matched pair, these two with gorgeous ebony skin and gleaming eyes nearly as black as Ever’s own. Sensations flooded him—the pleasure of Ever’s mouth on his cock, the sensations of these vampires Ever had commanded, tasted, fucked.

He grew weak as Ever drank more. And more. His vision dimmed—his eyesight, his dream sight. And through that chiaroscuro veil, he felt a greater sadness than any he had felt in his lonely three hundred years.

Ever’s sadness…

Abruptly, Ever stopped drinking and simply began to suck his cock. Aleron’s sight returned as pleasure rose like a wall, then came down on him hard as he climaxed. His hips bucked. Ever held onto him, his hard, ancient hands digging into his thighs Then Ever pulled back, his hand going to stroke his own beautiful pale, hard shaft, faster and faster, hips pumping, until he tensed, his cock spurting onto Aleron’s stomach.

When it was over, Ever smiled at him, that Mona Lisa smile of his. He looked utterly pleased with himself.

“You are a romantic, Aleron.”

Aleron smiled back. “And you are a rogue.”

Ever stood, held his hand out to help Aleron to his feet, a completely unnecessary gesture. A show of the standing of their friendship.

“Aleron,” Ever said quietly. “You love her.”

He began to shake his head, but Ever cut him off.

“Do not try to deny it to me. The Bloodsong means something, Aleron, when a human is involved. Even if I hadn’t witnessed it myself, I was
with
you. I saw your love for her in the Seeking Kiss. I saw it when you would not let me drink from her.”

“Ever… I cannot love another woman. I cannot do it. You know why.”

“Yet you do. Are you going to argue the inevitability of the world with me, old friend? You know it as well as I do. You love this woman. This woman—this
human
—who makes your blood sing.”

Aleron looked to Meeraj’s sleeping form, his heart surging, and knew what Ever said was true.

He loved her.

Damn this world. And damn his heart.

But he could not run from the truth any longer.

Chapter Six

Meeraj woke to the rhythmic sound of footsteps on a hard floor. It was dark, and she wasn’t sure where she was at first. At the Midnight Playground, still? But the sound was more of shoes on wood than marble, and she didn’t feel the hard and ancient chill of Ever’s presence.

Ever.

She remembered now what had happened to her, what she had done with the two vampires. Her body shivered. But her heart yearned only for Aleron.

Aleron.

She felt him watching her in the dark. She knew it was him.

“Aleron?”

“I’m here.”

“I can’t see you.”

She heard a small click and the light fixture in the ceiling of Aleron’s bedroom came on. She blinked against the light, finally focusing on his tall figure, leaning against the wall by the light switch.

She smiled at him. “You were watching me sleep again.”

“Yes.”

“How long was I out?”

“Perhaps eighteen hours.”

“Eighteen?”

“You played hard last night. I drank deeply from you. I knew you would sleep a long time.”

“And you’ve been watching me all this time?”

“Since I brought you home, yes.”

He remained on the other side of the room, and she could see the tension in the set of his shoulders, his mouth.

Tears pooled in her eyes. She didn’t know why. She knew only that she needed him.

“Aleron, won’t you come to me?”

He was at her side in a moment, kissing her hands, her wrists. “Of course. I’m sorry, Meeraj. How do you feel?”

It seemed a loaded question. She was feeling so much.

“I feel fine. Used.” She smiled at him. “But in a lovely way.”

He turned her palm over, laid a gentle kiss in the center of it.

“Aleron? I need to ask you something.”

“Anything, my beauty.”

“Last night… It was last night? Something happened to me when Ever was whipping me. That singing in my veins—or yours. I couldn’t tell which it was. It was the Bloodsong, you told me. I’ve heard of it.”

His features shifted, a dozen different emotions seeming to cross his face. His eyes were brilliant, shining with emotion. He said quietly, “Yes.”

“It’s happened before when you’ve played me.”

“Yes.”

“And it’s not supposed to, other than between vampires. Is that right?”

“Yes,” he answered again.

“What does this mean? Other than that I am meant to be with you now, as you said?”

He held onto her wrists in both his hands, but loosely. His gaze was intent on hers. “It means I love you, Meeraj.”

“Aleron…” The tears spilled onto her cheeks. She couldn’t stop them. She didn’t want to. Her chest ached. “Aleron, I love you. I do.”

“Ah, don’t cry.”

He pulled her into his arms, a little too roughly, but she didn’t care. She could feel his warm, hard cheek against hers. He smelled of pure, clean stone, and a little of her own perfume, her own blood. She drew in the scent of him, held it in her lungs. She never wanted to let it go.