Blood Rose (38 page)

Delicious tingles flew up her spine.

Make love to me,
Serena urged, and she pressed her mouth to Jonathon’s chest. Through the dark curls tickling her lips, she felt his steady heartbeat.

I never imagined I would have eternity to spend with you,
he murmured.

Drake’s arm slid around her waist, and he eased his hot body against hers so she was trapped between them both. She turned to share a nervous smile with Drake, but he winked and moved Blood Rose ©Sharon Page 2007 Email: [email protected] 159

down her body, to her bottom.

His tongue dallied there, in her snug entrance. Ecstasy sang through her nerves. Serena tipped her head back, closed her eyes. Drake’s cock nudged against her derriere, and Jonathon’s wedged between her thighs.

Her body welcomed them both—her derriere was slack, ready for penetration, her cunny drenched with her fluids. She felt no fear, no uncertainty, just enjoyment of the sensuality of one man kissing her mouth, another kissing her neck. Of two men groaning as they buried deep in her—

the two men she loved.

Her teeth sank into her lower lip.

Oh! It hurts a bit!

They both pulled back. Sent effusive apologies until she giggled and moaned.
Try again, I
can’t wait any longer—

They penetrated her at exactly the same instant. Jonathon filled her cunny, and sensation roared through her as Drake’s shaft slid into her tight derriere.

Too much! Too wonderful!

A climax took her, melting, marauding, wonderful. She shattered with it, clung to Jonathon’s powerful arms. Tears wet her cheeks as she cried out. Oh, would she survive it?

Opening her eyes, she saw she’d frightened Jonathon. Turning, she saw deep concern in Drake’s silvery-green eyes.

More—

And they gave her more. Endless thrusts. She came again—it was so easy to come. Just a few deep thrusts and she was in the throes again. She came over and over, until on the last, she cried,
You must come! It’s beginning to hurt!

Anything to please a lady,
Drake whispered. He bucked against her, the sounds of his groans so enticing that another climax rippled through her sated body. A heartbeat later, Jonathon joined him, and she floated in bliss between two climaxing men.

Drake’s lips touched her neck.

Serena gathered courage.
Yes!

And he bit. There was a jab of pain, thankfully quick, then the strangest pressure against her neck. Drake’s fingers played in her cunny, teasing her slick clit. Both men had withdrawn, and she felt almost delirious from orgasms. And this—this was so different. She’d feared being bitten, but truly, it was…almost as wonderful as sex.

Then Jonathon bit. A quick prick through her tingling skin. Her hands clenched for one fearful moment in the sheets. Oh—so good! Their mouths were hot at her throat. Jonathon tweaked her aching nipples. Drake’s fingers played magic between her thighs.

They took her easily to the brink, and she tumbled over, floating on air as the men drank. No pain…there was no pain…

Only a sense of soaring.

Jonathon and Drake had survived this. She must find the courage not to be afraid. This was what she was meant to be.

Darkness crept around her vision. She couldn’t move her arms. Her hands grew numb.

Her lids flickered down, no matter how hard she fought to keep her eyes open. Sleep. She wanted to drift into wonderful sleep…

A finger touched her lip, leaving the sharp coppery flavor of blood. Her tongue licked her lip clean. It was all she could do to move her tongue. But the craving began.

Her mouth tingled. Her tongue pulsed. She wanted more.

First your wrist, Jonathon, then mine,
Drake instructed.

With her eyes shut, Serena felt warm, delicious, damp skin press against her mouth. Jonathon’s Blood Rose ©Sharon Page 2007 Email: [email protected] 160

wrist. She licked with her tongue, tasting rivulets of salty, sweet blood. Then she drank.

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Vampires possessed unearthly stamina, Serena realized as she lay on the bed, giggling up to the canopy. Jonathon and Drake each claimed a breast and nuzzled her sore but aroused and needy nipples. She had made love, and drank, and loved for two glorious nights. If only she could hide in this bedchamber forever…

But tomorrow night was All Hallow’s Eve. If Lukos believed his destiny was to claim her and rule the earth, he would come for her.

This might be her last night to be alive…well, undead. A tear drizzled down her cheek, but she didn’t want to stop caressing her lovers’ heads to brush it away.

Dawn was close…so very close.

“You need blood, Serena,” Drake murmured as he suckled her pert nipple.

Blood. The word enraptured her. It even sounded erotic. She wanted it. Heat spiked through her jaw, followed by a sharp pain. One more wondrous than frightening. She probed with her tongue and touched her long canine teeth.

She was vampire. She had been born to be vampire. Now she was to do what she had been created to do and she could not think of it as wrong or right. Her body craved. Her body demanded.

“Your neck looks so utterly delectable,” she whispered to Jonathon, for she loved the contrast of his silky dark brown hair against his golden skin.

“I would love to have you drink from me,” he answered, and he arched his neck back, willingly exposing his throat—

“Ah, but you know where all my blood is now,” Drake teased.

Startled, she met his silvery-green eyes. “You can’t mean for me to bite you there?”

“I’m vampire. I like both biting and sex play. Combining them is an experience unsurpassed.”

Drake, unsubtle as ever, gently pressed down on her shoulder and wore a hopeful expression. He wanted her to sink to his knees, take him into her mouth.

“You must be mad.” Jonathon laughed. “I doubt our cocks are completely invincible.”

To tease, she wriggled down between both men. “Perhaps I will taste Jonathon first. But I won’t bite.”

Wickedly, she
took Jonathon’s huge cock into her mouth and reveled at his pained groan.

Her quim was presented to Drake from the rear. At the pressure of the large, blunt head of his cock against her nether lips, she moaned in pleasure around Jonathon’s cock.

Drake chuckled. Low, intimate, the unique sound shared by a lover. “Men do enjoy sharing, sweet lark, because one man is certain to get a delectable sucking. And the other man gets to watch.”

She’d never thought of that.

“Watching you, Serena, between my legs…watching my pole slide between her your lips…”

Jonathon let his head drop back as he moaned.

“And I like to watch her ass wiggle as she does it,” Drake added roguishly.

She felt a blush touch her hollowed cheeks. She swirled her tongue around the swollen head of Jonathon’s cock, then slid him deep into her mouth, savoring the ripe taste that teased her tongue.

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Her fangs brushed the rigid length, the velvety head, and he moaned—in pleasure or panic, she wasn’t sure. Drake slid his cock into her drenched quim, gave two languorous thrusts, then gripped her hips and pounded against her, his hips slapping her rear. He was wild. Untamed. And she loved it, thrusting eagerly back to be rewarded with a mind-numbing erotic jolt each time they collided.

She panted fiercely, whimpering around Jonathon’s delicious shaft, as Drake set her aflame with his hard, merciless thrusts.

Her mouth filled. Her cunny filled. It was scandalous and wonderful and liberating.

Drake’s cock sawed along an exquisite spot inside her and Serena tensed, clutching Jonathon’s hips, riding each of Drake’s magnificent strokes. Both men found her nipples and lovingly pinched, and it was so much pleasure, too much, and she burst.

She came with such fierce intensity that light exploded before her eyes and her body shuddered uncontrollably with each heavenly spasm.

Her destiny…magnificent vampire orgasms shared with two men…what a perfect destiny…

Jonathon’s cock still filled her mouth—hard and rigid and she was screaming around it. She didn’t dare bite him, and as she drifted down from heaven, she knew neither man had come. How could they have such control? Sweat drenched her, her hair was a snarl—she was undead and she had never been more alive.

With gentlemanly nods of consent, they traded places. Drake slid his cock into her mouth and she lovingly suckled it. Huge, thick, Jonathon’s prick splayed her cunny walls wide as he slid into her. As Drake had promised, lovemaking was different now that she was a vampire. Every sensation amplified, exquisite, so arousing, she found herself instantly in ecstasy. A long, slow climax welled and washed over her. Heavenly.

Bite me now
, Drake urged in her thoughts.

His cock swelled against her fangs and she scented blood. So much of it filling him, making his cock taut and rigid and fat.

Drake thrust forward, apparently not caring that her teeth scraped him. His fevered moan rippled over her. He tasted so rich. So delicious. A thick, juicy delight just waiting for her to bite—

Her jaw clamped down. Serena swallowed her own gasp as blood spurted. So much and pumping hard. She saw Drake’s head snap forward, saw the flash of pure agony. His hands fisted in her hair.
Yes, God, fuck, yes.

The hands gripped tight, tugging her curls at their roots, the slight pain strangely exhilarating.

Blood flooded, she drank.

“I’m coming!” Drake shouted.

Sour and creamy, his semen filled her mouth—she drank in his two most intimate flavors. And came once more doing it. Jonathon’s large hands clamped tight on her hips and held her as he shoved forward and launched his seed deep inside her.

Drake withdrew from her mouth, his cock going slack, and collapsed. Fearfully, Serena watched him tumble back, his eyes shut. Had she drunk too much? Two wounds punctured the head of his poor cock.

Drake?

Jonathon slid his hands around her waist to embrace her, but guiltily, she gazed at Drake’s cock. Oh, his poor sweet member. Two trickles of blood had dribbled down. Spots stained his ballocks—

Wonderful, Serena.
Drake’s voice.
Unbelievable. Thank you, little lark.

I feared I’d killed you.

No, but for a moment, I did fear for my John Thomas.

A helpless giggle slipped out. Then Jonathon lifted her.
Now it is my turn to eat
you
.
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he lowered to her throbbing, creamy cunny, a soft rap came from the door.

“You are the lord and master,” Drake said.
“Answer your door.”

“Bloody hell.” Jonathon threw on his banjan and left to answer, autocratic impatience radiating. Serena bit her lip to hold back a giggle. Any servant would quail when faced with that glower—and the footman on the other side was pale and trembling. “The messenger insisted it couldn’t wait, milord.”

Jonathon shut the door and frowned down at the missive. “It is for you, Serena.”

Althea, perhaps? But surely Jonathon would have said so. Remaining taciturn and silent, he brought the letter to the bed as Drake helped her to sit up. Sharing a surprised look with both men, she tore the seal open, and read…

Serena,

It is I, your mother. I have become aware that you still live. You must understand that I
believed you did not. Come to me, so that I may make you understand who you truly are.

Yours, your mother,

Lady Draycott

Serena read the address. Upper Brock Street. An address of nobility.

“A trap,” Jonathon assessed. “You will not go.”

She fluttered the letter in frustration. “Whyever not? Lukos will hunt me tomorrow—whether I confront him here or at my mother’s home.” She swept her arm toward the window. “It makes no difference.”

Jonathon’s lashes lowered over his pained eyes. “She might not be your mother.”

“I have to know.” But even as Serena slid off the bed, she couldn’t understand why her heart hammered with the fear that she would not be able to go. Why did she want to know with such urgency? Jonathon and Drake had insisted her past didn’t matter.

But without knowing her past, how could she understand her future?

She reached for her borrowed dressing gown.

“Where are you going?” Jonathon jumped off the bed, racing to her side.

She tied the belt. “To find your peerage.”

With Jonathon at her side, holding the candle, she found the peerage book in the library.

Jonathon cradled her waist, leaned over to read. “It’s out of date,” he noted grimly. “The only Lady Draycott mentioned died five years ago. Draycott must have taken a new wife.”

“A vampire wife. So all I know about my mother is a name. Eve, Lady Draycott. And I don’t know if the name Eve is true.” She closed the book and realized Drake had joined them. “I will write back to her. If you men will not let me go to her, I will invite her here.”

“Madness,” Jonathon protested.

“She needs to know,” Drake countered. “We can protect Serena. And she needs to have this.”

“I will not allow it,” Jonathon commanded. And he, of course, expected that would end the argument.

Serena solemnly shook her head. “You do not have that power, Jonathon.” And she left them, even as Jonathon strode after her. She heard him stop at the doorway, felt his gaze on her back as she hurried away, and she didn’t stop running until she reached the bedchamber to compose her letter.

The men, surprisingly, let her be. Her heart flip-flopped at that—they did understand how much it meant to her to know who her mother was.

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An hour ticked by before she sat back in the chair at the escritoire. Crumpled pages surrounded her, but she finally had a brief note that satisfied her. But as she sanded it, a knock came at the door. Expecting Jonathon or Drake, she yanked it open.