Page 11 of The Mistress, the Monster and the Marquess

His Domme looked pained as she gestured to the beautiful man beside her. “Benedict, this is Antony. Antony, this is Benedict.”

There was no mistaking what this attractive male companion of Lina’s was. Everything about him reeked of seduction and predatory power. Antony is a vampire. There wasn’t a single doubt in Benedict’s mind.

Antony inhaled and groaned with lust.

The sound echoed in Benedict’s ears and went straight to his balls.

The vampire’s eyes widened, and his nostrils flared.

Benedict could smell this new vampire’s arousal and knew it was for him. It was a very strange sensation to smell lust and it was even stranger when Benedict’s body hardened in response to it. He’d never wanted a man before in his whole life. Why would Antony appeal to him?

“A new pet, Lina?” asked the vampire, his voice almost a purr.

She dropped her eyes and lowered her voice. “My intended blood mate,” she said by way of explanation.

The words meant nothing to Benedict, but he liked the sound of them. Blood mate? He rolled the words around in his mind. It sounded important somehow. A thing of meaning, a position of status, perhaps?

Antony looked back at him with renewed interest.

Benedict felt the tension in Lina, watched her tremble slightly under Antony’s regard. Is she afraid of the new vampire? He wondered. Or is she worried for me? He couldn’t tell. He must protect himself and Lina, also. He would do the gentlemanly thing and leave, just as she had requested. He would return another time, however. “I can come back tomorrow, Lina. I’m sorry, I must have misunderstood.” Benedict bowed and began backing away.

Not even a breath later and strong male arms wrapped around his chest, pinning Benedict’s arms firmly to his sides. Antony’s supernatural strength surrounded him. “Not so fast, there, beautiful boy. You smell delicious.”

Then he was free, and Lina was holding Antony up against the wall, her strength obviously superior to the well-built male vampire. Her face was hard, her eyes narrowed and flaring in anger. She was an awesome sight to behold.

“He is mine,” she hissed. “You know the rules, Antony.”

Antony groaned and pouted. He really was a beautiful thing.

Benedict’s cock began to swell of its own accord as he imagined touching the other man. What a lovely mouth he has.

“Can’t I have a taste too, Lina? Please? We could share,” Antony begged.

Benedict flushed, his body heating in unusual ways at the idea of being shared between two beautiful vampires. He had never been attracted to another man before, but this one smelled divine. His arousal was evident, and Benedict wanted to reach out and touch him.

Lina turned her head toward Benedict and narrowed her eyes, inhaling deeply. Her eyebrows rose high as a small smile graced her lovely face, “You want him to join us?”

Benedict blushed deeply, the heat on his throat and cheeks embarrassing. He couldn’t hide his arousal from her, but he was worried about the unknown. Afraid of the strength this male possessed. What would he be made to do in a sexual situation with the two of them? “Will he hurt me?” he asked in return, echoing what he had asked her just two weeks past.

Lina smiled with an evil glint to her blue eyes and looked back at Antony. “Two rules. You obey me at all times. And you only take a small amount of blood. If you dare hurt him, I will kill you, make no mistake.”

Benedict blinked with surprise at his lover. She is serious, he realized. Perhaps she did care for him as he was beginning to care for her?

Antony nodded enthusiastically despite the clear threat. His white, pointed fangs elongated and slid across his bottom lip in readiness.

Benedict stepped back to let Lina pass. His heart thumped hard against his rib cage and adrenaline surged in his veins, making him feel strong and ready to run if need be. What have I just agreed to?

Lina opened her door and gestured for them to enter.

Benedict stepped through the opening first, his breath hitching as he descended all fifty-seven steps. He counted this time. Once he reached the bottom he began to undress, unwilling to look at what the other two were doing for fear would get the better of him. Despite knowing they would smell it on him, it wasn’t controllable.

When he was completely naked, he turned to face them only to find them still watching him. His body was shaking despite the heat of the room, but he refused to run. Not that he’d get anywhere. Instead, he bit his lip, took a deep breath, and simply stood in front of them, his cock erect and ready for their attention.

Lina pointed to a wooden cross that stood in one corner of the room. “Up on the cross, my pet. Antony, help him,” she instructed.

Chapter Eight.

Before he could move, the male vampire picked Benedict up around the waist as easily as if he were a paper doll, his hands cool and smooth.

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