The Drierge Brothers [Blood Exchange 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 4

  Again and again, he surged into her, craving a sweet taste of her blood. Her internal walls rippled around him, and he knew that she was close to release. His flesh slapped against hers, and he twisted a little, making sure his pubic bone slid over her clit. She screamed as she clamped down on him, her muscles contracting and releasing around his hard rod, over and over again.

  He was so close to his peak but needed to feel her life’s essence on his tongue. He pulled her up into his arms, growling as his cock slid in a little farther into her now-dripping cunt.

  “Angel, I need to taste your blood. Will you let me sink my fangs into you?” Lucan asked through panting breaths, holding still as he waited for her answer.

  Her face was still flushed pink from her orgasm when she tilted her head in toward his. He smiled down at her.

  “Fangs? You have fangs? What are you?” she asked him with a tremor in her voice.

  “We are vampires, baby, and you are our mate. I need to feel connected with you on a deeper level, angel, and if I taste your blood our union will be more soul deep than you could ever imagine.”

  “Will I change if you bite me? Would I end up like you?” she asked and he brushed against her mind to ascertain her level of anxiety.

  He was surprised when he found acceptance of his species in her mind. Making sure not to push too deeply into her thoughts, he stayed connected to her as she processed what he had told her. She had felt that there was something different about him from the beginning, and the bite he and Trey had slipped in back on the couch swirled in her thoughts now. Their mate was a clever one.

  He couldn’t stop a grin from forming when he found bits of mythology running through her mind. Some of it was factual, though other thoughts were fiction. He and Trey would have to set her straight later. If she accepted them and agreed to bond with them for eternity she would need to learn everything she could about their species to keep her safe. Pushing those thoughts aside, he answered her.

  “No, baby. We would need to exchange blood with you three times for that to happen. I wouldn’t do that to you without your consent. But if you allowed us to exchange blood once, we would be able to heal your sight.”

  “You could heal me?” she asked in an awed whisper.

  “Yes.”

  “Oh my God. You are telling me, by just exchanging blood with you and Trey once, I would regain my eyesight?”

  “Yes, angel.”

  “Will it hurt?”

  “For a brief moment but then the pain will turn to pleasure. Since you are our mate, you will climax every time we bite you, baby.“

  Lucan was still in her mind as his angel thought about what it would mean to see again. At first she felt elated, but then her logic kicked in and she wondered if she would still be able to teach her blind students.

  But underlying all her thoughts was the need to be loved, no matter whether she could or couldn’t see. He felt her loneliness and empathized with her emotions. Even though he had never been totally alone with Trey by his side, it wasn’t the same. He knew what it was like to yearn for the other half of his soul.

  He pulled her in tightly against his chest and hugged her. She felt so right in his arms that he wanted to tell her to come and live in his house with him and his brother, but he didn’t want to throw too much at her at once.

  “Yes,” his angel blurted out. “I want you to bite me, the both of you.”

  “Are you certain, honey?” Trey asked. “You will be linked to us for all your life if we do this.”

  “Yes, and I also want to exchange blood with you. I want to see again, but I don’t know if I can stomach drinking your blood,” she whispered, and Lucan saw a single tear track down her cheek.

  “I can help you with that if you will let me, angel. I can use my mind to make it easier for you. If you allow it, you won’t even know what you are doing until it is over.”

  “Yes. Please. Do it now,” she commanded.

  Shifting her in his arms until they were chest to breast, he bent down, licking over the skin of her neck. He groaned when her pussy pulsed around his rock-hard cock, which was still buried the depths of her hot, wet cunt. His teeth sliced through her skin like a hot knife in butter.

  He felt the heated tingle at the base of his spine and thrust his hips up, pushing his cock to butt against her cervix. She cried out again as her muscles spasmed around him, and his balls drew up tight. His roar of release was muffled against the skin of her throat. His cock shot load after load of his cum deep into her body, and he held still, savoring the carnal rapture.

  He withdrew his fangs from her neck, bathed the wound with saliva from his tongue, and pulled her head down to his chest. He elongated one of his nails into a razor-sharp claw and sliced open his wrist. He held her head gently but firmly and compelled her to take his blood into her body.

  Lucan moaned as her mouth and tongue glided over the flesh of his wrist. His heart clenched as she drank his blood, forever entwining them, mind, body, and soul. He pulled his wrist away and closed the gash with his own tongue. Holding her against him, he looked down into her face. Her lips were smeared with remnants of his blood. She looked like she was intoxicated from his essence and from the passion they had just shared. He gently lifted her up and passed her over to Trey.

  * * * *

  Trey took Angelina from his brother and pulled her onto his lap. Her head slumped back onto his shoulder, and she smiled up at him.

  “Trey, I need you,” she panted out and reached up to clasp his shoulders.

  He wanted to see the color of her eyes, but he didn’t want to frighten her by removing her dark glasses. He bent his head and brushed his lips over hers. His cock pulsed and throbbed as she moaned into his mouth. He deepened the kiss, sweeping his tongue into her depths and tangling it with hers. He sucked and nibbled on her lower lip. He had already removed his clothes, and now he just wanted to sink his erection into her wet pussy.

  “How was that, honey? Did you like that?”

  She twisted languorously in his arms, and a slow smile spread across her face.

  “Very, very much.” She ran one hand up and down his arms, as if seeing him by touch, and he could smell her arousal climbing once more. “In fact I’d like to do it again.”

  A lump of anticipation formed in Trey’s throat. “With me?” he asked, his voice unusually raspy.

  “With you,” she whispered. “Now.”

  He scooted up the bed until his back was resting on the pillows against the headboard, and he turned her in his lap. She was now straddling his hips, and her cunt was touching his dick. He clasped her hips and lifted her until his cock was aligned with her vagina, and then he slowly began to penetrate her. The sensation of her delicate, wet flesh separating and then enfolding him was nearly too much to bear.

  Angelina mewled as she used her legs and hips to help impale herself on his cock. He growled as the walls of her pussy clenched and released around his now fully embedded shaft. His first instinct was to pump his hips and slide his cock in and out of her sheath hard and fast until they both reached completion, but he didn’t want his first time with her to be over too fast. He wanted to savor her body and their lovemaking. He wanted to connect with her on a deep emotional level as well as the physical.

  Trey began a slow, easy rhythm and helped her to move with his hands at her hips. Now that he was inside her, loving her, he couldn’t get enough. He wanted to burrow his way inside her heart and never leave. The walls of her cunt fluttered around his hard rod, and he groaned, knowing he needed more. He scooted down the mattress until he lay flat and carefully rolled until he covered her with his body. He levered up onto his arms and began to move faster. He shuttled his cock in and out of her pussy, increasing the speed and depths of his thrusts. His balls crawled up into his body in response to the sounds she made in the back of her throat.

  He sat up between her splayed thighs and held on to her hips firmly, propelling his erection in and out her faster
and harder. She arched her hips up to him, making him go deeper inside her than he had before. He felt the head of his cock touch against her cervix, and she arched her neck, crying out with pleasure and passion. She was so beautiful. He wanted to stay buried inside her forever.

  Her internal walls rippled around him once more, getting tighter and tighter, and he knew she was nearly there.

  “Please Trey, I need more. Bite me,” she sobbed. “I want to feel connected to you, just like Lucan. Take control of my mind and make me drink from you.”

  “Are you certain, honey?” he asked just to be sure she knew what she was asking.

  “Yes. Please,” she begged.

  He leaned back over her and licked along the skin of her neck, breathing in the intoxicating scent of woman and blood. He scraped his fangs over her, and then he slid them into her vein as she screamed with her climax. Her delectable life’s essence filled his mouth, and he felt the connection with her straight away. She was wrapped around his heart and soul almost instantly.

  Her pussy contracted around his dick, massaging his flesh, and drew the cum up from his balls. He yelled as his cock palpitated inside her, spewing his sperm deep. He withdrew his fangs from her skin and laved his tongue over the wound. He moved back, sitting between her thighs, his deflating penis still buried in her, and pulled her up over his lap.

  Trey was still breathing heavily but concentrated on lengthening his fingernail into a talon. He slashed a wound on his chest and gently brought Angelina’s head down.

  “Drink my blood, Angelina,” Trey commanded, using the power of his voice to compel her. She gave in to him without a qualm, and his cock began to harden once more as her mouth moved over his flesh. Her tongue lapped over the wound he had created, and his body clenched tight. He gently tugged on her hair, removing her mouth from his chest, and looked at the already-healing gash. Gently he removed his dick from her cunt, tenderly lowering her to the bed.

  Trey heard her sigh, and she rolled over onto her side. Her breathing deepened and evened out, and he knew their mate had fallen asleep.

  He covered her with the quilt, and he and Lucan dressed and retreated from the room. He and his brother had to make sure Angelina was safe while they were sleeping in the hours of the day. They hadn’t planned to love her body and claim her. It had just happened. Now, he wanted to make sure she stayed within the confines of the house. He didn’t want her out amongst the humans. They could not be trusted. He needed her to stay because now that they had exchanged blood with her, she was going to begin healing and even though she had consented and wanted the exchange he was worried that when her sight returned, she was going to freak out.

  He just hoped she didn’t become too frightened or disorientated once her sight returned. What the hell am I going to do if she runs?

  Chapter Five

  Angelina stretched out her muscles as she awoke. Her body was sore, but not in a bad way. The soft sheets and quilt slid over her naked body as she moved, and she froze. What the hell? Why am I naked? Memories of the previous night came crashing through her brain. She’d had sex…with two men. What the hell was I thinking?

  She opened her eyes and gasped as her world spun on its axis. She could see! They had told her they could heal her, and even though she had wanted that more than anything, she hadn’t believed them. She closed her eyes and opened them again slowly. The images before her were blurry, but she could see! She put her hands to her face and felt that the skin on the outsides of her eyes was unmarked. Even her scars were gone.

  Acting on instinct, she reached out to grab her dark glasses, but then realized she wouldn’t need them. There was no longer any reason to hide her unseeing eyes or the unsightly scars from the world.

  She looked around the room and gasped again. She was alone in an unfamiliar room. The bed she lay in was an old four poster with navy-blue velvet draping from the frame. Oh. My. God. I can see!

  Angelina pushed the covers aside and stood. She looked about curiously and saw a mirror attached to an antique-looking wooden dresser. She moved slowly toward it, almost too scared to look, but drawn nevertheless.

  She looked at the strange woman in the reflection and looked for the child she remembered. Her eyes were the same strange violet color. Her hair was longer and thicker than she remembered, but still the same strawberry blonde with gold streaks. Her body was trim but voluptuous. She had wide hips and a narrow waist, and she was top-heavy. Nothing special, but oh, what a joy it was to be able to see herself.

  The last time she had looked at herself in a mirror, she had been teenager. The explosion of the stove in her parents’ kitchen had taken her sight as well as her parents’ lives. She remembered her mother and father dancing around her in the kitchen. They had just found out her mom was pregnant again, and they were all celebrating. There had been a funny smell and then a loud explosion. Angelina had been thrown across the room and had been blind from that moment on.

  She studied the skin around her eyes and knew a miracle had happened to restore her eyesight and to make her scars disappear. Even though she could see, the images were hazy and she felt a little queasy. She felt as if her balance was off. She turned away from the image and looked about the room for a connecting bath. Her gut clenched. The room wasn’t just unfamiliar, it wasn’t hers. She was still in the Drierges’ home. More of the previous night came flooding back to her, but her mind recoiled from the memories. They’d said they could heal her, and now she could see, but how was any of that possible? They said they were vampires, too…

  Angelina closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She wanted to go home. At home, she could figure out what was happening to her and what she wanted to do about it.

  After finding both her clothes and the bathroom, she stepped into the opulent room. The bathroom was nearly as big as her whole apartment. Who would need so much room? She gave a negligible shrug and stepped into the shower. Once she was washed, dried, and dressed, she crept to the door of the bedroom and opened it, peering out along the hall. When she saw no one, she stepped out.

  Keeping her hand on the wall for balance, she walked along at a quick pace. She grasped ahold of the banister on the stairs and began to step down, holding her breath until she was nearly at the bottom, expecting Lucan or Trey to make an appearance and stop her. When no one appeared she felt a little disappointed. The house was bigger than she’d originally thought, and she had no idea where they were. As much as she feared them showing up and stopping her from leaving, she also wanted them to be here. There was so much she needed them to explain.

  Angelina walked into the large living room where she had left her purse. She looked around, trying to reconcile her mental map of the space with what it looked like. After she realized she didn’t even know what color her purse was, she closed her eyes. By feeling her way around the room as she would have when she was blind, she traced her way back to where she remembered leaving her purse. She found it exactly where she expected it.

  When her hand closed around the strap, she opened her eyes. Okay, so it’s a black purse. Sighing, Angelina picked it up and headed to the front door.

  Her hand was on the doorknob, and as she turned it, the thought of leaving Lucan and Trey rushed into her head and pierced her heart with pain. She sobbed out loud, then choked the noise off. She couldn’t do it.

  For some reason, the thought of walking out that door and never seeing Lucan and Trey again devastated her. She turned and walked back into the living room. The sun was going down and it would soon be night. She stood at the window for a long moment, unable to enjoy the radiant colors of the sunset. She’d missed a whole day. Soon she would be expected back at work. Could she go back to work? How would she explain her sight? She wanted to go home, but couldn’t stand the thought of walking out that door. She wondered where the two brothers were. Why aren’t they here with me? What the hell is going on?

  Angelina sat down on the sofa and curled up in the corner. She was going to have to
wait to question them until they deigned to put in an appearance.

  She had no idea how long she sat there staring into space, her mind awhirl, but the next thing she knew, two men stood before her. Angelina straightened. She had just enough time to wonder if these two were the Drierge brothers, and then their scents reached her nose. Sandalwood and pine.

  Her recognition was cemented when one of the men stepped closer to her and spoke. “Angel, are you all right?”

  She sighed, feeling a little less conflicted already. She’d know Lucan’s voice anywhere.

  She looked up at Lucan and studied him. He was very tall, and had dark, collar-length hair and dark eyebrows and eyelashes. His irises were nearly black. He had broad, muscular shoulders and biceps which bulged from beneath his black T-shirt. His pectoral muscles were large, and then his torso tapered down to slim hips, muscular thighs, and long legs encased in black jeans. She perused his length again until she was looking into his eyes once more.

  “What did you do to me? I want to go home but… I don’t want to. I can’t,” she said, uncertainty in her voice.

  “Baby, we are connected for all time. Now that we have exchanged blood, we won’t want to be apart for very long,” Lucan said as he sat down on the sofa next to her.

  She wanted answers, and she wanted them now. She couldn’t blame either of them for what she was feeling. They had both tried to explain to her what was involved if she let them make love with her and exchange blood, and even though she had accepted what they had told her on the surface, on a more subconscious level she hadn’t believed them.

  “Angelina, you are our mate. We have been looking for you for more years than we can remember. We never thought we would find the woman of our dreams, but then you walked past me and I knew. You are the only woman for Trey and I. You complete us in a way you will never be able to understand. We told you this last night, baby. What don’t you understand?”