Honoria Ravena (12 page)

Zarek growled. “Fine, I’ll put it this way. I don’t want to share.”

Laedan grinned before he licked the pulse point on my wrist. I jerked away from him. He laughed and turned his back to me. He brushed his shoulder-length hair to one side. I stared at his corded neck, the sound of his heartbeat echoing in my head.

To my horror, my fangs slid free.

Zarek unlocked his arms from around my waist. “Go on.”

I shook my head and managed to pry my gaze from Laedan’s throat. “I won’t. This is some kind of wacky nightmare.”

“It’s not and you will.” Zarek grabbed my chin and roughly forced me to look at Laedan again.

I squeaked. “You’re hurting me.”

Laedan turned and his hand clamped around Zarek’s wrist. He let out a frustrated breath. “You have to learn to be gentler. You’re going to drive her away from you. Let go.”

Zarek’s hand loosened and stroked along my jaw, soothing the pain he’d caused.

Laedan nodded. “Better, but you still don’t understand her. She’s too stubborn to be forced into something. You’re used to getting what you want, and you’re strong enough to use force when someone won’t give it to you. But if you want this girl to love you, you have to use gentle persuasion.”

Zarek glowered at him. “I know how to handle a woman.”

“I know, which is why I wonder why you handle this one so badly.”

Laedan pulled me into his lap so I was straddling him. I tensed and leaned away from him until my head bumped Zarek’s chest. I pushed against Laedan’s shoulders as Zarek came to his knees. He slid forward to trap me between them. It was useless. They were both stronger than me. I trembled, my muscles aching. Every time I inhaled, my senses filled with the smell of Laedan’s warm skin. His blood pounded just under the thin, tanned flesh covering his pulse. I couldn’t resist. I pressed my face into the crook of his neck and drew in a deep breath.

“Good girl,” Zarek whispered in my ear.

I sobbed. “I don’t understand.”

His voice turned hard. “It’s instinct. You don’t have to understand it. Bloody humans have to question their instincts. They can never just accept what they want. You’re not human, and you can’t deny yourself. Do it, Regan.”

“Give her a minute. She’s on the edge, she’ll cave.”

I reared back from him. There was no way in hell I’d cave. “Asshole.”

“So much for that, Laedan.” Zarek grunted as he tried to keep me from escaping.

“Cut my throat,” Laedan burst out.

Zarek froze while I continued to beat at them and squirm. “What?”

“Jeez. I see what you meant about trying to avoid getting a hard-on. Damn, woman, stop bucking. And what I meant was just nick my throat. If I have an open wound, she won’t be able to resist.”

“Hang on to her.” He let go of me, and I tried to break Laedan’s hold. I heard a pocketknife click open. I couldn’t even track the movement, but suddenly Laedan was bleeding. It was just a little bit, but it was enough. I stopped struggling.

All thoughts rushed from my mind as I leaned forward to lick the little nick in his skin. At the first taste, my senses sharpened and the pain in my muscles ebbed.

The room came into sharp focus. The sound of their beating hearts clashed, almost drowning out the faint thump of rap music coming from below. As I ran my hands down Laedan’s arms, I could feel every hair. His rough palms on my shoulders almost chafed my skin. I shivered and sank my fangs deep into his throat.

He gasped and his cock hardened in a rush. I rubbed myself against the hard flesh contained by his slacks and moaned into his throat as my vagina clenched. One of his hands tangled in my hair while the other slid up my shirt to cup my right breast.

Zarek wrapped his arms around me. One hand slipped into my panties while the other toyed with the nipple of the other breast. He pinched it while he scissored my clit between his fingers.

Laedan groaned, and his dick jerked as I took a long draw of blood. I ground myself against Zarek’s fingers and Laedan’s thick erection. Then Zarek disappeared, but suddenly Laedan and I were on the big bed.

I broke from Laedan’s throat. “What are you doing?”

“Getting back at you for that slap.” Zarek’s hand came down over my ass, and I yelped. “Keep feeding.”

I heard a rendering of fabric and cool air brushed my backside. My memory came rushing back to me, but it was too late. I was already in sensory overload. I needed someone to fill me. To ride me hard and fast.

Laedan pulled my tank top over my head. “God, these tits are nice.” He drew one into his mouth and bit gently.

I gasped. At the same time, Zarek thrust his tongue into my cunt.

“You’re so wet you don’t even need foreplay,” he murmured against my pussy. “I’ll be damned if I’m going to waste my time on it then.”

Laedan started sucking my other nipple while he led my hand into his pants. I moaned as he gripped the tight bud in his teeth and tugged. I wrapped my palm around his ferocious hard-on. He wasn’t as thick as Zarek, but he was longer. I stroked him, running my fingers through the pre-cum gathering at the little slit of his cock.

“God, Zarek, what are you waiting for? Fuck me! Fuck me hard.”

I squeezed Laedan and he gasped, bucking against my hand. “Oh, Zarek, you’ve got a gift from the gods here.”

Something round and warm brushed my vagina. I jerked, pulling my nipple from Laedan’s mouth with a wet pop.

I glanced behind me. Zarek aimed his cock toward my tight opening. I hadn’t noticed him take his clothes off, but I’d been occupied.

“Wait,” I managed to whimper.

“Regan, we’re really past stopping here,” Zarek said through gritted teeth.

I glanced behind me and smiled. “I didn’t say stop, I said wait.”

I gripped Laedan under the armpits and using my new strength, I started to slide him across the bed ahead of me. He seemed to get the idea and used his feet to propel himself so I was level with his groin.

“Yay, I get a blow job.”

I grinned and tugged the slacks down to free his erection as Zarek started to shove his thick length into my cunt.

I sank my fangs into Laedan’s thigh. His cock jerked against my cheek, leaving a bead of pre-cum on it. He was so close, it wouldn’t take much. I drew back and licked the wounds tenderly.

Zarek sank in another inch. It wasn’t enough. “Harder, Zarek. You’re driving me crazy.” I whimpered.

He chuckled darkly and shoved with all he had. The movement sent me forward; my breasts rubbed against the sheets. I screamed and tossed my head back. He drove in and out of me in hard, deep lunges that left me gasping for breath.

I stared down at the cock in front of me. I swooped down on it while shoving myself against Zarek’s rod. I swirled my tongue around the head of Laedan’s cock before I took him all way to the back of my throat. I sucked him hard, caving my cheeks while I rose up and down on his shaft.

Zarek’s thrusts got faster, and I cried out around Laedan’s penis.

Laedan moaned and threaded his hand in my hair, plunging into my mouth. The muscles in my pussy spasmed. Zarek cried out and lost his rhythm, his control.

Laedan jerked in my mouth, and his hands tightened in my hair as he came. “Swallow it,” he shouted hoarsely.

I did. I wanted every last drop.

Zarek’s cock lurched. I broke away from Laedan’s penis as sparks danced through my vision. I screamed as I came, driving myself back on Zarek’s shaft. He roared as he orgasmed, pumping his hot seed into me.

We both crashed on top of Laedan’s legs. He grunted at the impact but didn’t complain.

We all lay there breathing heavily for a long time before Zarek rolled us off Laedan, but I cuddled into his side, Zarek at my back. I yawned hard enough that my jaw popped. Laedan grabbed the blanket from the footboard and tossed it over us.

“So much for not sharing,” Laedan murmured, wrapping a leg around mine.

A growl filled my ears, and Zarek kicked him. “Don’t push me. Just because I lost it in the heat of the moment doesn’t mean I can’t kill you now.”

Laedan chuckled but said nothing.

I knew I should be pissed about something, but at the moment, I couldn’t remember and didn’t want to. I was content to bask in the afterglow of really good sex and get some much-needed sleep.

Chapter Eleven

Mom laughed as Daddy twirled her around. Her laughter was like wind chimes in a summer breeze.

“There is nothing more beautiful than you, Giselle.”

He was right. I’d never met a woman prettier than Mom. Strawberry blonde curls nearly brushed the floor as Daddy dipped her. Her eyes were the clear blue color of the Caribbean Sea. She was delicate and well-mannered, the perfect southern belle.

“Well, except maybe our babies.” They both glanced toward the stairs where we thought we were hidden. They always knew when we were up to something.

Mom walked to the foot of the stairs. “You two are supposed to be in bed.”

Jason stepped around the wall so he was visible. “Well, how are we supposed to sleep with all the laughter and music?”

Dad started for the kitchen, yelling as he went. “You’re not. Come down and I’ll make hot chocolate before you go to bed.”

“Alec, they’ll never go to bed if you give them sugar.”

“Don’t worry, you can handle it.”

Mom set her hands on her hips. “I can handle it? I don’t think so. The last person to give them sugar is the one who gets to put their butts in bed.”

Jason grabbed my hand and tugged me down the stairs. “Mom, we’re almost adults. We can handle a little sugar. Besides, it’s winter. Isn’t that the time for cocoa by the fireplace?”

Mom rolled her eyes, but moved so we could go around her. “Adults? Teenagers maybe, but not adults.” She ran her hands through my hair. “I’m not ready for my babies to be adults.”

I’d opened my mouth to respond when the door burst open. Our parents were in front of us so quickly I hadn’t seen them move. A young man stepped through the door, flanked by two large men.

My father fell into a fighting stance, the kind my brother was learning in karate. The boy took a step toward Dad, and a shiver went down my spine. His face was completely devoid of compassion. The cruelest expression I’d ever seen. In the light he appeared to be fourteen, but his eyes were ancient, black wells of hatred. “Well, Alec, I’m glad to have found you.”

Daddy’s back tensed. “Leave, Navarro.”

“Is that any way to speak to your master?”

“I broke from you.”

“Yes.” His gaze flicked to my mother. “And you took my whore with you. She’s a Gift, I want her back.”

“I’m not a Gift anymore, asshole. I’m a vampire.”

I stared at my mother. She’d never used a curse word as far as I could remember, and she chastised Dad when he used them.

Navarro glanced over his shoulder. “Seer, come here.”

A figure in a white hooded robe came through the door, escorted by another giant male. Her delicate hands lifted the hood from her face.

I met her eyes and gasped. Her irises were a swirling, metallic violet.

“Are these the ones from your vision, Oracle?” Navarro demanded.

“I could not tell you. You know I cannot see them.” Her voice was vaguely mocking.

He slapped her, and if the other vampire hadn’t supported her, she would have fallen. “I know that’s not true. Maybe you can’t see the way we do, but you have your own special sense. You can tell me. Are these the ones from your vision?”

Her lip curled in disgust. “Fine, I refuse to tell you. Does that make you happy?”

“What the fuck is going on, Navarro?” my father demanded.

“The Oracle had a vision that one of my enemies will kill me. I’ve been slaughtering them since.”

“Danae, how could you tell him that?”

Her strange eyes flickered to my father. “I am sorry, Alec. He was present when the vision struck me. I could not prevent him from hearing. For my indiscretion, you will die.” A tear trailed down her cheek. “I am so sorry.”

She fixed Navarro with a withering stare that made me question whether or not she was blind. “But your enemy will live on, kill you, and save
him
.”

Navarro snarled at his guards. “Kill them.”

His gaze flicked to Jason and me, where we stood behind our parents. “Perhaps I’ll take the children. The wretched offspring of a vampire and a Gift… They’ll be quite powerful.”

My father’s voice was icy. I’d never heard him be so cold. “Sorry, Navarro, you can’t have my kids.”

One of the swords mounted on our wall flew into his outstretched hand. “Giselle, get the children out.”

She grabbed our wrists and hauled us into the kitchen, toward the back door. “Jason, take your sister and run as far as you can. I can’t go with you, I’ve got to help your father.”

Jason nodded sharply, but his hand trembled as he gripped my arm. He was so pale. I couldn’t stop shaking. Who were these men? Could my parents fight them off?

Mom unlocked the drawer we weren’t allowed in and pulled out two wicked, curved knives before starting back toward the living room. I’d never seen Mom wield a weapon.

Jason tugged my arm, trying to get me through the door. I couldn’t leave my parents. I grabbed the doorframe so he couldn’t haul me away. Tears coursed down my cheeks.

“Regan, damn it, come on.” He tried to pry my fingers off the doorframe.

I heard the ring of metal meeting metal. My father danced into view through the doorway, fighting one of the hulking men. The man slammed his sword into Dad’s, and it went flying. My mother screamed as the guy’s sword sunk into my father’s chest. The man jerked it out and swung at Daddy’s neck.