Eversong (Midnight Playground) (7 page)

Possible? Perhaps it was, with Mercy and Deo. If he could allow himself to soften. It seemed insane to even consider it. He was too ancient. Had seen too much. Experienced too much. Centuries of indulging his desires while keeping those deepest parts of his heart closed off. He’d
needed
to. And yet…

He stood and began to pace the sleek marble floors of his office, gazing out the windows. London was dark outside, the night sky streaked with a little silver from the full moon, amber from the street fires—whether those belonging to the many homeless or the result of a small riot, a bombing, he didn’t know.

Strange that he even considered it—what was happening in the mortal world outside. Something he hadn’t thought about in a very long time, other than ensuring the rules set down by the Council to maintain the vampires’ aura of power, mystique. To be certain the humans would never have reason or the ability to challenge them. But responsibility was very different from…compassion.

He ran a hand over his sleek hair, unnecessarily smoothing down the long ponytail, drawing it over his shoulder.

He sensed Mercy’s presence, smelled the scent of her skin, like the petals of some rare flower blooming, and turned.

She was standing in his doorway, so delicate in her pale blue silk chemise, her feet adorably bare. “Ever? May I come in?”

“Of course, my sweet.”

She smiled, her lovely face lighting up. He could see her shining blue eyes from across the room, ablaze with preternatural light and pure pleasure.

Desire surged through his veins, his cock going hard. His heart beat faster.

Mercy.

My Mercy.

She came to him and kissed him on the cheek, a soft brush of her pink lips. “What are you looking at out there?” she asked him, her fingers threading through his.

“The night. The city, perhaps.” His gaze went back to the tall windows.

She remained quiet beside him, watching with him. Then she said, “There is so much pain out there.”

“Yes.”

“I don’t mind leaving that part behind. That part of being human. The…vulnerability. The fear.”

He stroked his thumb over her hand, feeling the satin of her flesh. Her body—and Deo’s—had become harder even in this past week. They were changing already, their bodies adapting more and more each day to being immortal. Yet they were no less sweet, either of them.

“I don’t remember that anymore,” he said. “It’s been far too long. But it wasn’t so long ago that I could still relate, somehow, to humanity. There was a time when I’d reach out with my mind to take in what was happening on the city’s streets. But it’s been years since I’ve taken such an interest in the mortal world. All that’s interested me has been the clubs. Sex and blood. Luxury. Those things that feed my desires. It’s only now, since you and Deo have come to me, that I even realize it.” He paused, sighed. “How shallow I’ve been.”

“I never felt that from you, Ever. Even that first day, you were caring of me. Of us.”

He turned to her, slipped a finger along her jaw. “Ah, but you and Deo are vampires. Not human.”

“Still, I don’t think it’s possible to be a vampire for very long without separating ourselves from mortals. I can feel it happening already. So does Deo. We’ve talked about it. We
are
different. It can’t be helped. And I can only imagine, after so many centuries as a vampire, how foreign humans must seem.”

“Foreign, yes. Still desirable. There is something I envy in them, even now.”

He realized as he spoke the words how true that was.

“What can we possibly envy in them? I know I haven’t been immortal very long, but now, after being at the Midnight Playground in Madrid with Ramsey, and here with you, seeing the way the vampires live. We have everything, don’t we?”

“Except the ability to die in any usual way. In any way other than by going into the ocean. Having to make that damning choice.”

Mercy’s brows creased. “Is that something you truly want, Ever?”

He shook his head, and she gripped his hand tighter.

“I…don’t know. I did before you came.”

Tears pooled in her eyes, making the blue look like water, clear and luminescent.

“Ah, Mercy. I cannot stand to see you cry.” His heart twisted in his chest. He pulled her close, held her tiny body to his. “And I must tell you, you and Deo are changing everything for me. Everything.”

She pressed up against him. Despite the emotional tone of the moment, his body flooded with need, his cock pulsing.

“Are we? I’m glad. We don’t want you to leave us.”

“I don’t want to. I don’t want to go anywhere. Not any longer.”

“Ever, show me now. Show me what you feel for us. For me.”

He drew back just enough to see her face as he buried his fingers in her sleek strawberry hair. Desire simmered in his blood, hot and thick, a primal force that normally would turn him into a savage, especially with another vampire. But something about Mercy, about this moment, filled him with a strange tenderness he hadn’t felt in a long time. Centuries. Not since…

Vérún.

He loved her. He loved Mercy as he had loved Vérún. No, this was different. More…present. And he loved Deo in much the same way.

It hit him like a blow to the body. He stared at her in wonder.

“Mercy.”

She reached up, stroked a hand over his cheek, and he turned his face to place a quick kiss on her palm.

She took his hand, raised it to her face and kissed his palm, gazing up at him through her long lashes. Even in the soft evening light he could see how her lashes were edged in gold. Beautiful. Then her tongue lanced out across his palm before she let her eyeteeth pierce the flesh there. He shivered.

Ever smiled, lowered his hand to tear at the silk covering her gorgeous flesh and the remains of her chemise fell to the floor. A shudder of pleasure ran through her as he picked her up and carried her, naked, to his big desk. He laid her down on the sleek surface, his gaze never leaving hers as he undressed.

Mercy watched as Ever removed his clothes, as his lean body was revealed. Just the sight of him went through her like heat lightning, a shock of pure need. She felt her cunt go wet all at once, soaked and swollen. She spread her thighs, watched as his black, bottomless gaze shifted to her open sex. He licked his lips.

“I need you, Ever. I need your touch. Your mouth on me. Please.”

He smiled, went down on his knees and pulled her to the edge of the desk, so that her legs were draped over his shoulders. He went to work right away, his tongue thrusting into her aching hole.

“Ah, Ever. It’s too good.”

He pushed his tongue deeper, in and out like some small, hot cock, yet softer, silkier. He began a pulsing thrust then, his hands holding her thighs wider. Her hands went into his hair, tearing the leather cord that held the satin tresses back, burying her fingers in them.

“Come on, Ever. Make me come. Over and over.”

He thrust deeper, his sharp teeth scraping at her pussy lips.

“Oh, that’s good…”

Her hips arched as her climax hit, pleasure roaring through her system, making her cry out. But he never stopped. His tongue kept working inside her, and he slipped his hands over her inner thighs, down, until his fingers were pressing inside her along with his hot, wet tongue.

“Oh…”

He shifted, taking her hard clit between his teeth, nibbling then sucking, sucking.

She came again, lights going off in her mind, as brilliant and shattering as the sensations rocking her body.

Ever pulled away long enough to demand, “Again.”

He stood and flipped her over onto her stomach. She loved when he did this—handled her as if she were a doll. And instantly he was pulling her up on to her hands and knees on the hard desk and spreading her wide. He dove right in with tongue and lips, his fingers working her clitoris this time, rubbing, rubbing, while his tongue pushed into her then pulled out so he could suck on the swollen folds. And as he did, he smacked her ass, just a few stinging slaps that drove sensation higher.

Once more her climax rolled over her, hard, thundering waves that made her shiver all over.

“Ever!”

He pulled her off the desk then bent her over it, holding on to her hips, her toes barely grazing the floor. Her breasts were crushed against the painted antique wood. She could smell the wood, the faint, lingering scent of Ever’s hands from years of use. Her own juices left on the surface.

“I have to fuck you now, my love,” he said, his tone a low growl.

“Yes. Do it, Ever.”

“But first, I have to truly spank you.”

“Oh yes.”

His hand came down hard on her ass, and she smiled to herself.

“More, please.”

Ever laughed. “I’ll give you more.”

He chuckled as he spanked her, one sharp blow after another, the pain sending lovely shivers through her system. Her pussy pulsed with need that grew with each strike of his palm on her flesh.

“Are you ready, my Mercy? Are you wet?” Ever swiped at her slit with his fingers. “Ah, you are more than ready.” He pushed two fingers into her, and she moaned. “You need it all, don’t you? You need both of us. Call Deo to us.”

Silently, she cast her mind out into the club, searching. She found him in the dungeon. He was watching a beautiful pair of male vampires torture a lovely young female human. She was bound by a pair of cuffs dangling from a chain, her arms overhead. She watched through Deo’s delighted eyes as one of the vampires struck the woman’s ass while the other sucked on her nipples. She took the scene in along with Deo as they worked the mortal girl, who was writhing with pleasure. Felt along with Deo as his own pleasure mounted. Felt it like a warm blow as the human woman came. Mercy’s clit pulsed along with hers, and she panted, squirming in Ever’s grasp.

“I see it too,” Ever said softly. “I feel her pleasure. Her pain. I feel the hum of her blood. I can smell the scent of it, sweet with her climax. It makes me want your sweet pussy all the more. Call Deo to us.”

She nodded, closed her eyes and did so. He answered, one word in her mind.

Yes.

Her heart beat faster simply knowing Deo would join them. Ever lifted her and sat her on the edge of the desk then moved to her side. He leaned in and kissed her lips. Softly at first, maddening her with need, then harder, until he was panting into her mouth. He tasted of the ancient stone of his years, of her own come. She reached down and took his cock in her hand. It was hard, pulsing in her palm as she squeezed him. She smiled into his kiss when she felt a shudder of pleasure ripple through him.

Ever pulled back just as she heard the soft snick of the door opening. She sensed Deo as he crossed the room. Smelled the familiar, male scent of his skin. Vampire yet something almost human about him still. Delicious.

She looked up and found him naked, smiling down at her. His cock was hard for her, for Ever. Thick and ready, the head darker with his need.

“You called,” he said.

“
We
called,” Ever said. “We called you here to fuck me while I go down on our darling Mercy. While I make her come again.”

“God, I can smell it, her come,” Deo said, “Even before I came into the room. It’s making me so damned hard. My cock is ready for you both.”

“Come fuck me, then,” Ever said with a small laugh.

She saw Deo’s warm smile as he moved behind Ever. Loved the contrast of Deo’s hard-packed muscle against Ever’s lithe form. She waited with breathless anticipation for him to enter the old vampire’s body. Watched over Ever’s shoulder as Deo grasped his shoulder with one hand, using the other to guide his cock into Ever’s ass. As he thrust, Ever’s body shifted, pleasure washing over his beautiful face. His features went absolutely soft, his mouth loosening. She reached up and wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him in, kissing him hard as he moaned into her mouth.

“Taste her, Ever,” Deo said, his own voice ragged with pleasure. “I want to see you lick her sweet cunt. I want to taste her through you.”

Ever moved down her body, pausing to bite one nipple, causing a riot of sensation to shimmer over her skin. As he moved lower, she felt the wet droplet of blood on her nipple. Deo swiped at it with his thumb, sucked on it, licking the blood off as she spread her thighs, tilted her hips, and Ever’s mouth latched on to her soaked and needy cunt once more.

Then it was a flurry of sensation—Ever’s mouth on her sex, sucking, licking, his tongue thrusting inside her, his fingers pushing into her ass as Deo’s cock surged into his. Her hand pumping Ever’s hard cock, like velvet-covered steel, yet pulsing, pulsing. Time stilled, suspended in the sensations washing over her. She no longer knew which was hers, which was Ever’s, which was Deo’s. She became everything at once. Cock, pussy, ass. Nipples, skin and tongues. Probing fingers and a pure driving pleasure that was all the sweeter because it was
them
, all of them together. Because it was love.

When they came, they came together—all of them at once, their climaxes merging. There was, for several moments, no sense of individuality. She saw simultaneously, it seemed, images in the minds of her vampire lovers. Ever’s lost Vérún. She felt his intense love for her as he took her in his arms, the acrid scent of the ocean piercing the veil of memory. She saw Deo on the beach in Valencia, this time with a woman with long wild hair and gorgeous dark eyes, nearly as dark as Ever’s, straddling Deo’s body as she rode him. And again, the ocean crashed in the background, the salt and the seaweed floating on the waves invading her senses. And finally, she saw the moment of her own Turning, the rogue vampire Gaius poised over her, the sweet pleasure of him drinking her blood. The panic when she knew she was dying. The wild taste of his vampiric blood on her tongue as he fed her. Turned her.
Saved
her.

It was as if it were happening all over again. The peeling wallpaper and the half-rotted floor of the empty house he’d taken her to. He’d kept her tied down to an old iron bed at first. She shivered, trying to pull her mind back from the memory.