Page 37 of Tested
He snorts, giving me another dismissive wave. “God’s sake, Gall. Grow a pair. You’ve let that lying sonofabitch get close enough to take you down, so I’m doing you a favor. Kill him before he destroys you.”
“No.” The word is barely a whisper. I don’t know what game Jacques is playing, but killing Connor is impossible.
Jacques pulls himself upright, his cold stare fixed on me. “You cannot refuse me in this. I am your maker and I’m telling you to kill Connor MacPherson.”
His words land like blows. I close my eyes. “I’m sorry, my old friend, but I cannot do this.”
“You will,” he hisses. Another coughing fit takes him and he reclines in the chaise, his attention on the pool as if I’ve ceased to exist.
Toying with the gold nugget ring, I don’t say anything that will remind him of my presence. A young vampire must obey his maker and I’ve always done so, out of habit more than anything else. Still, I am old enough to withstand his demand, if not indefinitely, at least long enough to devise an alternative solution.
I cannot kill Connor, yet something in Jacques’ tone has kindled my own doubts. Mistrust is a bitter pill.
Jacques’ two young ladies wander over. The swimmer sits down on the edge of his chaise, her hand coming to rest on his thigh. “What’s up, darlin’?” she asks, her long damp hair trailing over her shoulders. Jacques takes hold of her hand and brings it to his lips. He kisses her palm and, catching my gaze, he nips at the pulse point in her wrist. He’s gone sly, amused, as if I hadn’t just openly defied him.
She moans and my own hunger rises. “Try the other one,” he says, and then he licks the blood away.
The bald woman with the beautiful eyes straddles me, raising her chin to give me a clean view of her throat. She goes to work tugging my shirt free from my jeans but I stop her, grasping her wrists. I’m not so hungry that I can’t turn her down.
Scooping her up with one arm, I stand and set her in the chair I vacated. “Nothing personal. You’re lovely, but I’m not into an orgy right now.”
“He’s got his own orgy at home, the freak.” Jacques’ nasty tone apparently brings on another coughing fit. The swimmer – she’s now in his lap with his cock in her hands – pauses with her lips at the tip until the fit passes and he pushes her head lower.
“It’s been nice catching up, but I’ll be going now, unless there’s anything else you need.”
Jacques’s scowl is so fierce I flinch.
Kill him. The words weigh down my gut like stones. Jacques is my maker, and though I’ve toyed with breaking things off with him – if that’s even possible – the reality is something more serious. In time, refusing his command will make more trouble than I can easily handle.
But I’ll walk into the sun before I’ll kill Connor. I climb into the Range Rover and rev the engine.Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. What next?
Fueled by anger and frustration, I wind my way down the hill to the house where we’re staying, the house Jacques owns.Just like he owns me.
I storm in, hoping Connor and David are home. Jacques’ attempt at seduction-by-proxy has left me aroused and hungry.
They’re home.
I find them poolside, in a weirdly similar setting. The underwater spotlights cast a kaleidoscope of shifting colors and light. David’s in the water and Connor’s sitting on the deck. Neither is wearing a swimsuit, although they appear to be talking.
Just talking.
I should just tell them, warn them, something. But I don’t. Not yet. For now, I’ll do what I can to keep them safe from Jacques. From me. Instead of talking, I tear off my shirt and lose my jeans. I’ve got my drawers off and my cock in hand before either of them knows what’s going on. And I’m hard. Good god, I’m hard.
They’re both so beautiful. One glowing gold in the moonlight, the other a warm copper I can almost taste.
“What did Jacques want?” Connor asks but I don’t answer him. I dive into the water and come up between his knees. I reach out and pull David close. He starts to rut against my side and I pull him in for a kiss.
“What are you doing?” Connor’s voice is breathy and his dick is filling. Dragging David with me, I pull myself up until I can get my mouth to the pulse point in his groin.
“Feeding,” I say, and I bite.
His warm, salty lifeblood fills my mouth. I gulp and swallow more, then press my lips to his skin and heal the wound with a kiss. Sinking lower in the water, I lift David so they’re sitting side-by-side on the edge of the pool, moving him like he’s a doll.A vampire’s strength should be good for something.
I drag myself out of the water and sit between them, pulling David in for another kiss. He’s my sweet fountain of youth, and I cannot get enough.
Stretching us flat on the deck, I cover my body with Connor’s and grab hold of both our cocks. I pull David close, resting his head on my shoulder. Connor reaches for David’s dick and, alternating between one set of lips and the other, I start to thrust.
Connor’s cock glides against mine, while David’s already losing his rhythm. He lifts his chin as his back bows, and I nip the skin of his throat. He shouts and a thick strand of come shoots across his belly. He goes limp, and I gather him closer.
