As Midnight Loves the Moon (14 page)

The pain was
immediate, but it rumbled along with the pleasure he still stimulated from his
touch. Endorphins raced through her blood and she arched her back, coming
again, harder this time than the first. Sometime later, she opened her eyes and
saw Wayde watching her. Alex was lazily stroking his cock next to her.

“Now it’s time
for our joining,” Wayde told her.

She nodded,
accepting what was coming. Wayde helped her up and pulled her one thigh across
his legs so she was straddling him. His cock rested snuggly against her pussy
and she felt a thrill deep inside, knowing he was going to make love to her
now.

“This is going
to hurt a little,” he told her.
“But nothing as much as me
drinking from your thigh.
If you could handle that, this is going to be
no problem. Okay?”

She nodded.

He guided her
hips and eased her down onto him until his cock head rested against the opening
to her pussy. Their eyes met and then he thrust up as he pushed her down,
breaking through her hymen. Pain overshadowed everything for a moment, and
Wayde held still as she adjusted to the new sensation of being filled and
stretched. Alex encircled her from behind and cupped her breasts, his thumbs
and first fingers rolling her nipples and pinching them to take her mind off
the sharp pain between her thighs.

“Take a deep
breath,” Wayde murmured. “It’ll fade.”

“It’s okay,”
she assured him.

“Come on, deep
breath. Relax your muscles. That’s it, just breathe. Think about what Alex is
doing to do, how good he’s making you feel.”

Daphne did as
he told
her,
little by little letting her body relax
and accept the huge shaft that stretched her. The pain eased and carefully,
Wayde pulled out, only to push back in again.

“Oh,” she
moaned. All discomfort fled at the startling sensation taking place in her most
intimate place. He filled her oh so deliciously, just like she’d always dreamed
it would feel like. His cock stretched her, almost painfully, but she loved it.
She’d never felt so full, so out of her mind with need. He twined their fingers
together and then he began to push his hips upward just as she ground down. The
friction spun her into the stratosphere, blowing her mind until all that mattered
in the world was where they were joined together.

“Uh!” she cried.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No.
More.
Please, give me more.”

“Ride me, sweetheart.”

It was all the encouragement she
needed. Daphne clamped her thighs around his and rode him hard, propelling
herself up and down his cock, working their joined fever up until they were
both straining,
both
sweating. She was half draped
over his body, the tips of her breasts brushed against his chest as his arms
locked around her. The friction between them, rubbing all her over sensitive
places, was too much.

“Wayde!
I’m
going to come!” she cried.

“Yes!” he cried back.

Just as she
splintered apart, he sank his fangs into her neck and began to drink deeply. This
time it wasn’t just one or two sucks, no, this time he didn’t stop. He kept
drinking and her orgasm kept riding on, until her heart began to slow down. This
sensation she knew well. She was dying…again.

She couldn’t
even find the strength to push him back and they were still intimately joined. And
just when the world was dimming into a dark halo, she felt something shoved
into her mouth and rich, flavorful liquid flowed over her tongue. She swallowed,
not sure if she liked the coppery taste, but her body seemed to know what it
wanted, so she latched onto the source of life and drank.

The world
immediately came back into focus and she felt her hips moving again, against
the cock still buried deep. Her eyes opened and she saw
Wayde’s
sea-blue gaze blazing with fire. She realized she was sucking on the vein at his
wrist, drawing his own blood into her body, and she loved it.

He’d been
right.
Ambrosia.

And she was
reborn.

A goddess.
A siren.
Carnal.
Erotic.
Passionate.
All her hurt and pain were gone, in an instant. Her body was new, healed.

She was
nearing completion, almost feeling full, so she dragged one
more
deep
gulp and it was enough to send him over. Wayde surged up into her
and came with a shout. His cum bathed her inside, marking her as his, but she
wasn’t complete. No, there was someone she was missing.

She turned her
head and saw Alex still lying beside them, watching them, stroking his cock. She
could smell the pre-come leaking from his tip and rose off Wayde to virtually
pounce on Alex. Yes, he was what she needed now. What she craved. His arms came
around her and she felt something poking through her gums, slightly painful,
and when she reached up to feel what it was, she discovered fangs.

“You’re
beautiful,” Alex told her in a husky, passion laden voice.

“You have to drink our blood,” she
told him.

“I know.”

She eased herself onto his hard
cock and they both groaned at the fullness. Excitement gripped her stomach, her
pussy practically grabbing and pulling him inside. He held her still for a
moment, to allow her to adjust to his girth, before his hands moved her hips.
Back and forth, very tenderly and slowly, until her passageway
eased at his girth.

Needing to move, she rocked her
hips. Alex made a moaning-hissing noise that she took as a good sign, so she
rocked her hips again and leaned over to snip his earlobe which jump-started
his hips to pump faster. In and out they hammered each other, and Daphne wasn’t
sure if it was him out of control, or her. All she knew was how incredible it
felt to be with him. His balls slapped against her ass as he moved her faster. She
gripped her pussy walls around him so
tightly,
there
was a sucking sound as he pulled in and out.

“Ah, Alex,” she breathed just as
her climax hit, coursing through her body with exquisite pleasure. Instinct
took over and she sank her fangs into his neck. His
Fae
blood was a red aphrodisiac that tasted slightly sweet and all man.

“Daphne,” he gasped just as his
body surged against hers, shuddering with each spill inside her. After a
moment, he relaxed back down and her fangs retracted from his body. She lay
panting over him.

And then Wayde was next to them. He
picked up Daphne’s wrist and using one of his clawed fingers, opened her vein.

“Drink, Alex,” he ordered. “My
blood is mixed with hers. Take us both into your body and cement this marriage.”

Without hesitating, Alex grabbed
her wrist and drank, keeping his gaze on both of them. Even after all they’d
done, watching Alex join his life to her and Wayde was the most erotic thing
she’d ever seen.

When he was done, she licked her
wrist, sealing up the cut, and she couldn’t help but notice the blood had reinvigorated
both men. Their cocks were hard and erect and she wanted them both. Her new
life was beginning and nothing scared her.

Instincts and knowledge were
floating through her mind and she knew they were from both men. She’d taken
part of their life force inside her and it flipped a switch on what they could
share together.

“I want you both to take me,” she
said.

Wayde stared at her. “Are you
sure?”

She nodded.

Wayde lay on the bed and he held
out his hand to help her straddle him. She opened her eyes and locked gazes
with his as she slowly lowered onto his cock. He began to move her hips,
letting her find her center and ride him.

Behind her, one of Alex’s fingers
slid through all the juices running down her thigh to lubricate her back
entrance, prepping for penetration. First just one finger and then, when she
relaxed, another eased into her rosette, eliciting a moan. Slowly another
finger went in, widening her, and the burning thrust took her breath away.

“Oh!” she groaned. “It burns, but
it also feels good.”

He started manipulating her body,
adjusting her. He pushed her forward until she lay on Wayde, her breasts
flattened by his chest. Alex moved into position behind her and his hands gripped
her hips. As he slowly teased her rosette with the tip of his cock, Wayde
reached between them to rub her clit. The burning returned and Daphne held her
breath, waiting for the bite of pain to give way to pleasure. She had thought
this might be awkward or too embarrassing, but this…this was amazing. Wayde
pulled out of her a little to give Alex more room and pleasure and pain mingled
together. A second later Alex’s cock popped through the tight ring to slide
home.

Daphne gasped, loving the feeling
of being totally consumed. This was beyond words. Beyond anything she had
imagined.

Alex’s breath tickled the back of
her neck as he held her hips still.

“That’s it, baby,” Alex said. “You’re
so beautiful sandwiched between us.”

“She’s so tight, Alex,” Wayde said.
“She’s gripping my dick like a clamp.”

Daphne moaned. “I can’t believe how
much I love this. Oh, my God, please, move. Both of
you,
please take me.”

Wayde’s
hips began to buck. It took a moment for Alex to find a rhythm that worked. She
bounced between them, her hands resting on
Wayde’s
shoulders and her breasts pressed against his chest. Sweat rolled off their
bodies, breaths mingled together. No words were spoken and they didn’t need
them.

They moved in tandem, as one went
in the other pulled out, learning how to work together quickly. They all were
panting, moaning, and Daphne knew they were spiraling together. In and out, in
and out, she wound tighter, tighter, tighter. Suddenly, the spring recoiled,
flinging her off a precipice. Lights literally lit up behind her eyes as she
cried out in abandonment.

“Not
gonna
last,” Alex muttered from behind her.

She felt him swell in her ass just
before he groaned as he found his release. She could feel his cock pulsate as
he poured his cum into her back tunnel. At the same time, Wayde began
thrusting,
his hands moved her up and down on him, his gaze
locked with hers. The pressure started to build again, little by little, until
he didn’t need to move her at all. His fangs sank into her neck and the slight
pain sent her into absolute euphoria of a mind-blowing climax. The world tilted
off its axis and she splintered into a thousand pieces. Dimly, she heard his
shout as he followed her and felt his cock jerk as he spilled deep inside her.

She collapsed, felt his arms come
around her panting body and hold for her a long moment. She stretched out on
his chest and Alex wrapped his arms around her from behind. They shifted until
they
all three lay on their sides, sated, and surrendered to
the oblivion that beckoned.

Chapter Eighteen

Daphne abruptly awoke and knew
something was different. She
felt
different. She felt…free. Then the previous night rushed into her memories and
she gasped, sitting upright. On one side of her was Alex, snoring lightly. On
the other side was Wayde, who lay cold and still.

Why wasn’t she sleeping the
sunlight death? Wayde had told her she’d be unable to resist sleeping when the
sun rose in the sky. So if he was out of it, why wasn’t she?

Scooting down the bed, she
rose
, her eyesight surprisingly accurate in the pitch
blackness of the room.

She made her way to the door and
laid her hand upon it. It was warm to the touch, as if the sun was heating it
up on the other side. She withdrew her hand and waited there, trying to ignore
the urge that wanted her to open the door. If she did that, she’d burn. Wouldn’t
she?

Why did she have the yearning to
see the sun?

Where were her survival instincts?

There was something wrong. Did
Wayde fail to turn her? Was she still human? She reached out again, but this
time she grabbed the door knob. Her hand shook a little but slowly, carefully,
she opened the door and stepped out, quickly closing it behind her so the sun
wouldn’t hurt Wayde.

She left the safety of the dimly
lit hallway and walked into the living room. The curtain was thrown back and
sunlight streamed in. Did this mean she wasn’t a vampire? But she had felt the
change come over her last night. She had drunk from Alex.

“What are you doing?” Alex cried,
rushing toward her. “Get away from the sunlight!”

He grabbed her around the waist,
trying to pull her away, but she had strength now and she halted him.

“Alex,” she said. “I’m fine! Look. I’m
not burning.”

He checked her over, and even spun
her around to make sure she was, in fact, fine.

“I don’t understand,” he said.

“I don’t either. But I’m vampire.” She
made her fangs slide out to show him before retracting them.

“And what about
your mindless bloodlust?”

“My what?”

“Wayde told me I had to be careful
around you or you’d try to eat me, like, all the time.”

She shook her head. “Actually, I
want coffee.”

And she turned away from the window
to head into the kitchenette and proceeded to make a pot of the strong brew. Moments
later, she was sipping the hot brew with joy.

“I didn’t know I’d be able to enjoy
coffee,” she said. “I wonder if I can eat.”

“Are you hungry?”

She sat the mug down and grabbed a
banana and peeled it. “I can smell it and it smells so good,” she said. She
took a bite.
“Mm.
I love it. Everything is a little
more enhanced and my taste buds are dancing with joy.”