After I took the towels from Vincent, I have a towel wrapped around my wet hair and one around my body. I have just learned that apparently my haze affects my vampire mates. If this is true it's going to be a very interesting few months. Adele, Gran, seemed somewhat surprised that mine started early, but seeing as how we don't know exactly what I am or how I got this way your guess is as good as mine.
All I know is the last of what I might be or be related to died around 1045 AD. Apparently she was a witch that became a white wolf and she led a group of vampires, wolves,witches, and humans against an all powerful vampire king. Who used some sort of ritual to gain that
power, but that didn't make him powerful enough as he was defeated and made into ash. Ash that is secretly buried somewhere based on what little I have gleaned from everyone. I wish I knew more and what was true.
So many unanswered questions, I hope we get some answers before
anything really bad happens. I need to have a chat with Adele before we leave.
I'm pulled from my thoughts when I'm scooped up, “Umm, guys.”
Sam gives me a wolfish grin as Vincent smirks, “Eva, just go with it.”
I raise an eyebrow as Eric asks, “Do you trust us?”
Such a simple question with life-or-death implications. The odd thing is, I trust them. It's not this weird bond making me either. Even my rational, analytical mind says to trust them.
“Yes, I trust you guys,” I reply.
Vincent nips my ear, “Then be careful what you say.”
I cock my head, “Or?”
He narrows his eyes to add emphasis, “You know the answer to that.”
I gulp because yes I do based on the image that just popped into my mind.
He gives me a soft kiss, “Good girl.”
Usually, if I heard someone say that to me I would get pissed. I won't stand being put down any more. Since my break from men, especially ones like Victor, I have learned my worth. But the way Vincent said it makes me want to smile.
But I don't, instead, I tease him, “Just remember what you covet.”
He scoffs, “Really?”
I laugh, “Try me!”
“You talk a big game, my dear,” Vincent responds.
I bat my eyes and try my best to be coy. But Eric sees through it, “Not buying it, Eva. You're no coy little lamb or naive little virgin routine.”
I laugh as I point to Sam, “I'm not the big bad wolf either.”
Sam says commandingly, “Woman, you've not seen bad yet.”
Well, Sam get ready, “Incarcarous,” I say as ropes appear and begin to bind him.
“You're cheating,” Sam huffs.
I say, “What I'm still in human form. I could have used a transfiguration spell and become any animal.”
“Did you do that to become the White Wolf?” Vincent asks.
I think for a second, “No, just thought of running free in the forest as Sam said
to do.”
Eric unties Sam and tosses the rope to Vincent, “Well thanks for the ropes.”
“What?” I try to ask.
Before I know it my hands are tied at the wrists in an intricate knot. They each give me a stern look.
“No spells,” Vincent states.
“No shifting,” Sam commands.
“No sass,” Eric demands.
Now I'm nervous but I try to stifle a laugh until my towel was yanked down. I'm suddenly very naked and extremely vulnerable, “Guys, I've never been with more than one person, and well…never done a lot of things either at all or much.”
Vincent runs his finger along my cheek, “You trust us, correct?”
“I do.”
“Then stop worrying,” he says.
I just lay out my insecurity, “I'll bore you.”
Vincent takes my head in his hands, “Eva Sims that will never happen. You're anything but predictable and I assure you my interest in you will never
be lacking.”
Eric kisses my cheek, “Eva you're not a fling or a passing fancy. We chose you
like you did us. Can you honestly deny that?”
He's right, I can't. My answer comes out nearly breathless, “No.”
Vincent kisses me passionately. It's like all the others from him, electric and powerful. It turns pained and lustful. Like it's taking everything he has to not f*ck me. I see his life flash before me up until now. He's lived, he truly has. He took over half of Europe and instated the current Princes. The others grew threatened by him, so he came to the New World. Here he engrossed himself in the arts and has quite the collection that he loans to museums. He's composed countless hits too.
He knows seven languages fluently. But he's been alone. I saw no females that stayed with him more than a few what seemed like months. I saw no tenderness only carnal desire. None knew him. I feel as if I know the real him and not what he allows others to see.
He put my things into his room and throughout the house. He really does want me and loves me even though I'm different and our future is uncertain. I pull away. His eyes are a storm of colors. This must be the look vampires get if they're hazed. It's beautiful like a mystic topaz swirling endlessly.
They're all nude. Well, I missed that, but I'm certainly not complaining. Each of them has a slightly different body type, but each arouses me.
Vincent caresses my neck, “You feel like the finest silk.”
I giggle because it is as if he's high, “You're hazed.”
He grins, “And you will be, my dear.”
He uses the extra rope to tie my bound hands to the headboard. Sam chuckles, “Think before you speak Eva.”
“Well, shit!” I exclaim as they laugh at me, “Not funny, guys.”
Eric asks, “You've never been bound
have you?”
As I shake my head, Vincent jokes, “Wow! Victor must've been boring!”
They all laugh. My mates are sadistic comics. Eric must have heard my sass, “Tell us that we are wrong,” he challenges.
I sigh, “I can't.” If I admit defeat, will they go easy on me? Do I want them to?
Now Eric's eyes have that same mystic fire in them. Well after tonight I can write a steamy story for Penthouse and start an extreme bucket list. I hear them laugh, “No mind reading!”
Eric smirks, “Too late, doll.”
Vincent adds, “But the answer to your thoughts is yes, yes you can.”
I feel my cheeks heat which just encourages Vincent even more, “You're beautiful when you blush like your cheeks were kissed by a field of roses.”
I feel my pussy ache and a tightness in my stomach. I press my legs together only to have them spread open by Vincent. “Not so fast. You belong to us
and we all want a taste, “ he says that in this deep, velvety commanding voice. It's not a suggestion but a fact.
He puts my legs on his shoulders and kisses his way to my clit. Sam takes one of my nipples in his mouth while his hand squeezes my breast. Eric kisses me and fondles my other breast. While he's doing that I feel heat pulse through me. I see Eric's past as a vampire till now. He charmed the European Princes and they made him one. He made his
wealth by investing in businesses and technology. He cared for Vicky but she was absent a lot.
I'm guessing that had something to do with the witches or her lovers or possibly both, who knows all I know is I never liked her. Under their assault, I'm a writhing mess. Vincent surpasses any vibrator I've ever used. I've lost track of my orgasms already and the sheets must be soaked. Every sense is heightened. This is true carnal bliss.
I feel his fangs pierce my skin. I buck.
Sam warns, “Vin careful.”
After a few minutes Vincent withdrew his fangs from my core. He
licked up any blood after my regeneration kicked in. He then thrust his cock inside me.
I can't help but cry out, “F*ck!”
It's not sensual but damn it feels good. He pounds me as the other guys
suckle my nipples and kiss me and nip at my neck. Someone's hand finds my clit and I come hard and so does Vincent
Vincent pulls out and positions himself under me. I feel him slowly press into my ass.
“Holy shit!” I scream.
I feel Eric's fangs sink into my breast. I buck and clench.
“Eva!” Vincent groans as he releases.
Apparently that tipped Vincent over the edge again as I felt him throb. Eric releases my breast from his
fangs. He then positions himself between my legs as he pushes inside of me.
I feel my eyes widen and my pulse race. I've never felt this. It doesn't hurt. I come for I don't know how long. When it subsides, I'm hazed. I only sense them and their desire and what is being done to me. Nothing else exists right now.
I look at Sam, he's hazed now too. He kisses me feverishly while Eric
and Vincent establish a rhythm deep inside of me.
We break the kiss and Sam puts his cock into my mouth. I suck and lick it like it's a prized lollipop. There's fingers on my clit now too. Damn this is heaven
I hear a symphony of my name while all I can do is moan. After possibly a few hours, we are finally done and sated. Our eyes are back to normal too.
Once my breath returns, “Untie me.”
Sam looks a bit sheepish, “Sorry.”
I laugh at his sudden shyness. “Stop!” he commands.
I just laugh harder.
Vincent looks at Sam, “Not so fun when she's mocking you, huh?”
I glare at Vincent, “Now you stop!”
Eric being the voice of reason that he is says, “Alright let's get a shower and
these sheets changed. Eva, you need sleep.”
I look at Sam, “I'm hungry.”
He chuckles, “Of course you are. I'll get a quick shower and then go make us something.”
After I'm fed and everything is clean again, it's time for bed. Eric takes the sofa at the foot of the bed and I curl up in between Sam and Vincent. I fall asleep to the sound of our heartbeats syncing.
I don't dream but I do feel at peace. I'm home, but I still don't feel complete. Why?