Page 5 of Eternally Owned

Her adventure was about to begin.

She knew exactly where she wanted to go. She didn’t want to hang out in the bar, far too impatient to sit there and wait for one of them to approach her. No, she wanted to dive right in, to see it all. She was growing damp simply thinking about it, her heart a thundering beat.

She moved into a hallway lit by dimly glowing wall sconces. Even in the faint golden glow she could see the walls paneled in marble and onyx, everything perfectly polished, gorgeous. In front of her was a wide marble staircase carpeted in plush red, the railings in intricate gilt. People lounged on the stairs, talking and drinking. And there were several ofthem. Vampires. A male with waist-length, dark hair, gorgeous olive skin, and a high forehead, his black eyes glittering like twin orbs of polished jet, was surrounded by four women in all shapes and sizes. All of them beautiful, of course, and scantily dressed in jewel-toned silk. Nissa watched as he threw his head back and laughed, light glinting off the sharp canines at the corners of his lips.

They were too exquisite, these creatures. They needed a more glamorous name, something less sinister. But what were they if not sinister? These men and women who lived off human blood, who essentially took humans as their slaves, no matter how willing.

Oh God, she was willing…

Breathing in the musky nighttime perfume of the vampire, she moved up the stairs past him, past his small harem of beauties. Somehow she sensed she was not for him, so she didn’t pause.

At the top of the grand staircase a hallway led in both directions, decorated with the same tall panels of onyx and marble, punctuated here and there by gilt-trimmed, marble-topped tables holding more of the tall vases of rare, real flowers she’d seen downstairs. Lilies, she thought, remembering pictures she’d seen in a book. Their perfume was intoxicating as she passed by, seeming to cling to her skin. And she remembered the stories her Nana had told her, of the flower garden she’d had before the riots, the scents of earth and flowers blooming. But she couldn’t think of all that now: Nana, her long lost childhood. There was too much grief at all that had been lost. And there was too much happening at this moment.

The first curtained doorway was closed tight with a knotted golden cord pulled across it, as was the next one. But the silk drape at the third doorway was parted. Nissa stood uncertainly for a moment before stepping close enough to peer inside.

In the small room were a female vampire and a human male on a high bed draped in blood-red velvet, both of them gloriously naked. The woman straddled his body, her hands on her small, firm breasts, twisting the dark red nipples while he bucked beneath her. Her curling brown hair hung in a graceful cascade down her back, swinging as she moved, her hips pumping, his thrusting up to meet hers. The only sound was a quiet panting, the steady beat from the music downstairs nothing more than background, like the pulsing of blood through the veins.

The woman turned to look at her, a small smile on her lovely face, revealing her eyeteeth. Then, lifting the young man’s hand to her lips, and with her gaze steady on Nissa’s and a smile still on her lush mouth, she bit into his wrist—just the tips of her fangs sinking in, causing two small trickles of blood to weep from the wounds. The man sighed as her tongue darted out, licking at the blood. He groaned then, a deep sound coming from his throat as she planted her mouth over his wrist and sucked in earnest. And all the time Nissa stood shivering with need and heat. But the woman turned her attention back to the man, and Nissa was not invited to join them.

These two are not for me.

Her body burning, she moved down the hallway, passing several more closed curtains. She was more certain than ever that this was what she wanted, craved.Needed.She passed several doorways, open in invitation, without looking in. Something made her keep moving down the curving hallway. Something compelled her.

When she found another parted curtain, she knew this was where she was meant to stop. What did that even mean? But she didn’t have time to think about it. She could hear quiet moans coming from inside, and it was as if those quiet sighs were hands smoothing over her skin. And as she approached the doorway, the scent that came to her was earthy and dark. Pure sex. When she looked in, her heart stuttered.

Two males, vampires both, twined together, stood naked in the small room. One was tall, well over six feet, with short spiky hair in such a pale shade of platinum blond it appeared almost white. His skin was as milky as the marble panels on the walls and looked just as hard and smooth. He had long, lean muscles, his thighs strong, the curve of his buttocks and back a flawless flow of lines. His mouth was on the throat of his partner, working, sucking, one hand on the other male’s back, holding him close, the other hand behind his dark head.

And the dark one…

He was the one she’d seen downstairs in the main room, that midnight stare that went right through her. She could only see his profile, his full lips parted in ecstasy, but she knew it was him. Shefelthim.

He was all hard-packed muscle beneath naked skin, gold and gleaming and so incredibly beautiful, just looking at him made her breath catch in her throat. His hand was between the taller man’s thighs, his fingers stroking his partner’s long, hard cock.

Oh God…

Desire lanced into her body, a hard shock of it like lightning, like fire. She was shaking. The tall one drew his mouth from the dark one’s throat, leaving a small smear of blood that ran in a tiny rivulet over his collarbone and down his broad chest, bright scarlet against that golden skin. Nissa licked her lips.

Yes, to have my own mouth there. To have them do these things to me…

The tall one turned the other in his arms and pulled his muscular body in close, broad bronzed back to his angular, pale chest. With one hand he stroked slowly down his back, then using his sharp nails, he punctured the skin at the edge of one shoulder blade. Nissa heard a sharp hiss from the dark one, but she knew it was in pleasure, not pain. The blond leaned in and licked at the droplets of blood, and they both moaned, a low hum in the back of their throats. Her body was weak with desire, warm, her pussy soaking wet and aching. She squeezed her thighs together, but it didn’t help. And she was held there, enraptured, unable to turn away.

The tall one slid his palm over that lovely golden skin, down and down, until he reached the smooth curve of his buttocks. He slipped a hand in between them and the dark one tensed for a moment, then his hips surged back, angling so that Nissa could see his hard, golden cock, not as long as the other’s, but thick, the head dark and succulent.

Have to touch him, to take him in my mouth. Yes…

As she watched, enthralled, the blond lifted his head, his gaze meeting hers. His eyes were a piercing, shocking blue, with large black pupils, and she saw in them the depth and knowledge of centuries. It was as much a shock as the keen desire knifing into her system. And as she watched, he parted the younger vampire’s buttocks and thrust his cock in.

The dark one cried out, his head thrown back, his neck corded, and Nissa felt it as though her own body had been impaled. She was shivering with pleasure, the pulsebeat between her damp thighs nearly unbearable, and the tall one watched her still, his blue gaze unwavering on her face. When he began to pump his hips, the dark beauty pushing back against him, she swore she felt a stirring deep in her body, a ghost of sensation, too powerful to deny. With a shock, she felt that long, marble-pale cock pushing into her pussy, feeding her desire. Stronger and stronger as she watched them together, watched them fucking in some beautiful and purely animal way. She grasped the edge of the doorway next to her, her fingers twisting in the heavy curtain.

Their bodies were perfect, unbelievable. And as pale flesh came down upon golden muscle, she began to really shake, pleasure rising in one hot wave after another. She watched them both, but even with the blond one’s gaze on hers, she silently prayed for the dark one to turn to her.

See me…

He lifted his head as if he’d heard her silent plea, one hand reaching back to grasp the tall one’s thigh. His head angled and his dark gaze landed on her face.

Another shock, pure pleasure, like a wall coming down on her. And all at once she could feel that lovely cock thrusting into her pussy and ass at the same time, and she realized they were inside her head somehow, that they were feeding her sensation in some inexplicable way, and sharing with her their own.

The blond one held out his hand.

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