Page 16 of Eternally Owned

Even the soap they used was pure luxury, silky smooth and fragrant on her skin. She’d never seen anything like this in her life, and she’d quickly become used to it. Hex and Aleron had taken her into the shower each day, sometimes several times a day, bathing her carefully. She’d come to love the heat of the water sliding over her skin as they touched her, their soapy hands eventually slipping over her breasts, between her thighs. They loved to fuck her in the shower, to fuck each other, which she never tired of watching. There was something so utterly primal about two men together, and with two vampires, there was even more intensity to it, more heat. The sight of their bodies coming together, one light, one dark, both so powerful, graceful, and with that inherent purity and flawlessness of the vampire flesh. No matter how dirty the sex was, it was always beautiful with them. It could never be anything else.

An ache was growing between her thighs as she thought of them, her nipples hardening beneath the sharp spray of hot water on her breasts.

Slipping a hand between her thighs, she felt her own slick juices there.

“Need you now…”

“Nissa.”

Aleron. He was there with her suddenly, as if by magic. Maybe there was magic in the way they could read her thoughts, but she didn’t really care. She was simply glad to see him, her pulse running hot as he stepped into the shower, his naked body hard and beautiful as ever. His cock was rising, thickening, as he leaned in to brush a soft kiss over her cheek.

He smiled at her, then ducked his head under the water for a moment, clear droplets clinging to the tips of his white-blond hair. His blue eyes were glittering.

“What do you need, my dear Nissa?” he asked, moving in closer, his long arms wrapping around her waist.

His hard body, wet and warm against hers, was too good.

“I need you, Aleron. I need you to touch me. To fuck me.”

“Ah… feel how I need you already.”

He took her hand and guided it to his cock, which was hard and long in her hand, the flesh like silk over steel. Then his mouth came down to hers, and he skimmed a kiss across her lips before moving lower and licking at the sensitive skin at the hollow of her throat. She let her head fall back.

“Yes, Aleron. Have me. Drink from me.”

A small shard of pain as his teeth sank in, then nothing but that now-familiar ecstasy as he drank, along with those flashes into his past.

The woman again, and this time she heard a name—Emeline.

Such a lovely face, her lips a perfect pink cupid’s bow, even as she grew older. The lovely curve of her cheekbone as his hand came to rest there for a moment before moving lower, over her neck, her bare breasts, which were small and firm, with nipples like two pieces of dusky pink candy. Sweet in his mouth as he sucked and licked. She squirmed gently on the bed beneath him, and Nissa felt the weight of his body as though she was in his arms. But wasn’t she?

She no longer knew what was happening now and what was memory as she slid deeper into the Seeking Kiss, into Aleron’s mind. It was all hot, naked flesh, his silky tongue, the sharp edge of his teeth—on her throat, her stomach, her thighs, then finally, between them. Hot and sucking, her pussy wet and pulsing, her beasts aching. The scents of sex and blood in the air. Hers. Emeline’s. Was that her long curling auburn hair coming down over her shoulders, like spun copper? But no, hers was black. Wasn’t it?

Water on her skin, even as she lay amidst the silk sheets, everything happening at once, somehow. Her own fingers traveling over the small creases in her skin from a corset she’d never worn. And Aleron’s mouth on her clit, drawing it in, circling with his tongue as his fingers moved to push into her ass. And as his teeth grazed the lips of her sex, cut into her tender flesh, the blood seeping onto his tongue, there was no pain, only the most exquisite pleasure.

Her hips arced toward him as the first waves hit, and she was shaking. But he had her, holding her tight in his arms, his mouth sucking, sucking. And she was coming hard, shuddering all over with the force of it, as though she camewithEmeline, both of them together, pleasure upon pleasure, their climaxes entwined in some way that wound through time.

She came to her senses in Aleron’s arms as he carried her, wrapped in a thick towel, into the parlor. She’d never seen it before. She blinked in the dim golden glow of light coming from a fire burning in an enormous marble fireplace, and from a few low lamps scattered around the room, shaded in silk and glass.

The room itself was magnificent, filled with antiques in dark wood and everything in creamy silk and damask, heavy velvet, rich old French brocades. She barely had a moment to take it all in before Aleron laid her on a large chaise, against a pile of fringed pillows. He sat next to her, his eyes almost midnight blue in the half-dark room, the firelight reflected in his black pupils, like two orbs of glass, deep and mysterious as he always was to her.

“You have questions about me, Nissa?” he asked, his fingers reaching to tenderly move her damp hair from her face.

She nodded. “I don’t know much of anything about you, other than what I’ve experienced with you myself. What I sense from you. And… what I’ve seen in those moments when you or Hex are drinking from me. But I feel as though I shouldn’t ask about any of that.”

“I’ve had many lifetimes, some more crucial than others to who I am now. What you see when I drink from you is what was most important to me.”

“She still is,” Nissa said quietly, feeling his pain as acutely as though he were drinking from her even now.

“Yes.”

“But you are with Hex.”

“And I’ve been with others in between, women and men both. But I’ve never given the Turning Kiss to a woman since… I lost her. I have only made male companions.”

“And what’s happened to them?”

“They all move on, eventually. But I never intend anything else with them. I have loved them all, but I understand the impermanence of love. All too well.”

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