Page 8 of Eternally Theirs

Chapter Three

Calam opened a pair of doors and led them into their room. The walls were covered in a creamy damask wallpaper, and a row of tall windows draped in mossy-green velvet let in the wan, misty light. An enormous bed—large enough for six people to fit comfortably—was at the opposite end of the room. Here and there were sitting areas lit by gilt-trimmed lamps shining softly. The furnishings were luxurious even beyond any she’d seen in her father’s house, making her think of the grand homes she’d read about in books. Fit for royalty. But perhaps the vampires were a kind of royalty. How was it that she was one of them now? She couldn’t quite wrap her head around it.

“I hope it’s all to your liking,” Calam said, and again, if she drew her breath in, she could smell his sweetly mortal flesh. His blood.

She didn’t need blood—Ramsey had made certain they were fed before their long trip to London. But she’d found the vampiric appetites for blood, for sex, to be nearly unquenchable.

She swallowed down the urge.

“This is wonderful,” Deo said, moving farther into the room, taking Mercy with him. “Beautiful. Like everything here.” He smiled. “Including you, Calam.”

Calam grinned. “As I find you both. Perhaps after you’ve had time to settle, you’ll find my love, Ilana, to your liking, as well. We sometimes choose to share ourselves with others.”

Mercy shivered as desire struck her like a small, electric shock. She had never been with a woman, but since she’d Turned, everything was different, everything was more acutely enticing. And Calam was a gorgeous specimen of a man, his muscles heavy, beautiful to her.

“Mercy would like that,” Deo answered.

“We will be here should you require us.”

Calam made a small bow, then turned and left them alone.

Alone. For the first time in days. She moved into Deo’s arms, and he pulled her in, kissing her. Softly at first then harder, deeper, his tongue pushing into her mouth. In moments, he was taking her clothes off, then his own, his lush lips never leaving hers.

No one had ever kissed her the way Deo did. Even when he was mortal, there was something about his mouth, the softness of it, the way he used his tongue, that made her crazy with lust. Her body burned as she pressed against him, naked flesh to naked flesh. His body was all hard planes, muscle like steel beneath his velvet skin. And against her belly, his cock was thickening, lengthening until all she could think of was having him inside her. Fucking her.

His hands came around her, under her buttocks, and he lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his narrow waist, sliding her hands into his dark, silky hair. She shifted, and impaled herself on his cock.

“Ah, Deo!”

He thrust into her, over and over. His cock, his pubic bone crashing into her, driving pleasure deep.

“I need you, Mercy love. Need you. To fuck you. Be with you. A part of you.”

“Yes…”

He reached between them, his fingers pressing onto her hard clit, and she moaned as desire built. With his other hand he entered her ass, a firm press of two fingers. She loved it, that sensation of being filled everywhere, loved that her immortal body could handle things she never could have as a human. She arched her hips, taking his cock into her pussy, then moved back to take his fingers deeper into her ass.

“Come on, Deo,” she murmured. She didn’t know if she was asking to come or asking him to. She was full of pleasure, overflowing. Full of him—cock and fingers and his tongue surging into her mouth, wet and sweet.

As the first shudders of her climax trembled in her sex, her breasts and belly, he lowered his head and bit into her.

His mouth was hot on her throat, sucking, sucking, drawing the blood in. And it was as if his mouth were on her pussy, on her nipples, everywhere at once. Images flashed in her head: of the ocean in Valencia, the two of them exploring each other for the first time, when she had Turned him. His cock slipping between her thighs, nearly as hard then as a human as he was inside her now. She felt it as though she were pussy and cock all at the same time—through his eyes, through her own memory. Even then, it had been frenzied and beautiful, pleasure burning into her like a flame.

She shivered, her sex clenching. As she started to come, Deo tensed, pistoning into her. She screamed her pleasure, heard his animal roar. And she took his neck, bit into his lovely, golden flesh and drank.

His blood was like some stunning aphrodisiac, sweet on her tongue. Pure ecstasy in her body. The images of his life filtered through her lust-soaked mind, but she focused only on the pleasure inside her as she came and came. Arching hips and grasping hands. Thrusting cock and plunging fingers. And the scent of Deo in her head. His blood on her tongue.

Finally, they both calmed. He carried her to the bed, where he laid her down. One at a time, they licked each other’s wounds clean, kissed each other softly. Deo leaned up on one elbow, his body next to hers, and gazed into her eyes. His were that startling green-blue of the ocean she’d been transfixed by the moment she met him.

“I love you, Mercy.” He traced her jaw with his fingertips, murmured, “My love.”

“And I love you.”

He stroked her long hair, taking the ends of it and running it through his fingers.

His brows drew together. “You want him.”

“Calam?”

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