Isadora (Masters Among Monsters Book 2) (16 page)

“And how do you propose I do that?”

“Give something over. Something that isn’t for you but for someone else instead. Give Alasdair what he wants.”

For the first time in his existence, Alasdair saw Vasilios pause before he acted. Usually, he was so sure about his moves, so certain about his response. He either didn’t care about anyone it would affect or had already thought of all the possible outcomes.
 

With Leo, he hesitated.
 

“And what does he want?”

“You already know the answer to that.”

Vasilios’s rapt expression conveyed how captivated he was by the man daring to hold on to him, and not for the first time, Alasdair wondered what kind of spell Leo was weaving.
 

Then Vasilios placed his lips to the corner of Leo’s mouth. “You are brave, Leonidas Chapel.”

“And smart,” Leo breathed out. “Don’t forget smart.”
 

Alasdair’s cock stiffened at the sight of them as his Ancient murmured, “And ours.”

Alasdair’s eyes didn’t leave them as Leo looked to him, and when Vasilios took his mouth, the sexy tease pushed into his mind,
Enjoy.

THE FIRST TIME Vasilios had kissed him, it’d been with the sole purpose of showing him an image, a memory, and Leo hadn’t really been able to enjoy it. This time was a totally different experience.

The firm lips crushed against his were surprisingly warm as they urged his apart, and when he complied and a tongue slipped inside to rub over his own, Leo’s fingers tightened in the fabric of the suit.
 

Hell.
If this wasn’t one of the hottest kisses ever, he didn’t know what was, and there were two larger-than-life reasons for that. From the corner of his eye he could see Alasdair’s gaze on him as Vasilios angled his head and dove in deeper, and it was such a fucking turn-on that Leo’s cock ached—it was so hard.
 

He released his hold to smooth his hands up Vasilios’s jacket, and when he reached his shoulders and pulled him closer, the vampire closed the final distance between them. The feeling of control was intoxicating as it overtook him, and as the hands on his waist slid to his ass, a growl split the silence.

Vasilios or Alasdair?
He couldn’t be sure. But when the fingers on his ass tightened, he moaned into the mouth destroying his brain cells.

You two are making it hard to remain clothed.
Alasdair shoved the thought into his head, and Leo realized then that all three of them were connected. That
this
was how it would be from now on.

Then get undressed,
Vasilios responded, while he remained speechless, even in his own fucking head.

Their words and actions all blurred together as things quickly spiraled out of control, and when the chain attached to his wrist was tugged, Leo knew that, if he didn’t stop somehow, he’d be on that bed and between those two in a split fucking second. They were dominant, intense, and so very fucking difficult to refuse, but—

“Wait.” Leo wrenched his mouth free, his chest rising and falling as his cock rubbed against the stiff shaft in Vasilios’s pants.
 

Vasilios walked backwards, bringing him along with him. “I’m done waiting, Leonidas. This I explained.”

From behind him, Leo could feel the insistent press of Alasdair’s muscular frame but he didn’t dare check if he was clothed or naked because, fuck, if his clothes were gone, his convictions would soon follow. “I want this—”

“Yes,
agóri.
” Vasilios gave a feral grin as his eyes swept over the lower half of his body. “That is blatantly obvious.”

Go on. Tell him your terms. I cannot wait to hear this.
The taunt came from Alasdair.
 

Leo wanted to turn around and punch him.

“Terms?” Vasilios asked.

“I…” He gulped and then thought,
Christ. This is exactly why I need to stand up for myself.
 

The nerves these two brought out in him would never make this odd relationship an even playing field. Whenever they were in a room, all three of them were constantly battling it out for who was the cockiest cock, and he had no hope of winning that. But this?
This
they could give him.
 

“I won’t sleep with you. Not yet.”

Vasilios shrugged out of his jacket and threw it over a wooden tallboy. “Sleeping wasn’t the plan, and since we don’t actually require it, I hardly think you need to worry.”

When Alasdair chuckled, Leo clenched his teeth. The asshole behind him was getting a real kick out of this.
 

“What I
mean
is, I won’t have sex with you. Not yet.”

The slack-jawed expression on Vasilios’s face was pure astonishment. Leo might as well have told him that he could sprout wings and fly away at will.

“Is that right?”

Leo crossed his arms over his chest and nodded adamantly. “It is.”

Even if I was about to suck your cock?
 

As Vasilios’s bold-as-hell statement penetrated Leo’s mind, Alasdair’s hands landed on his hips and his mouth found his ear to kiss it.
 

Leo grit his teeth. “Yes.
Ahh
…even then.”

Vasilios reached for his tie and loosened it.
 

How the hell is something so everyday so damn sexy
, he thought, but when Alasdair’s tongue flicked his lobe and his hand massaged his erection, Leo knew. It was the situation, not the action.

“And why have you put such a ban on all things pleasurable when it’s quite apparent you want to take part in them?”

Leo fought to keep his eyes open and on the vampire as Vasilios began to unbutton his shirt. But, with Alasdair’s hands on him and his breath ghosting his heated skin, he was finding it incredibly difficult.

“Because I want…
Oh fuck
,” he groaned when the tip of Alasdair’s fang grazed the line of his neck.

“You were saying?” Vasilios asked as he pulled the shirt from his pants, shrugged out of it, and let it hit the floor.
 

Knowing that Vasilios could remove his clothes by sheer will made watching him slowly strip a seduction all on its own. So Leo forced himself to spit out the words he’d been thinking when he’d spoken earlier with Alasdair.
 

“I want to be more than your toy.”

Alasdair’s lips froze beneath his ear, and his hands held him in place. Vasilios too ceased moving. The only shift in atmosphere was his own heavy breathing. He was the only one who actually
needed
to breathe.

“Are you saying you do not wish to be our yielding? Because I will not believe you,” Vasilios said, arrogant as ever.

 
It wasn’t really a question, though, because both vampires could see exactly what he was thinking.
 

 
“I don’t want to be a slave. One who wears a cuff and is led around. I want to be equal. I want you to look at me like you look at Alasdair, and I want him to—”

Vasilios’s front connected with his, and his hands clamped over Alasdair’s, where they were resting on his hips. Sandwiched between them like this with the rigid length of their cocks against him, Leo wondered how he would ever survive the pleasure of being taken by the both of them.

“You want him to…”

“To look at me as he looks at you.”

“Not possible,” Vasilios announced.

“Arrogant,” Leo countered without thinking.
 

Vasilios lowered his head, and both his and Alasdair’s lips were pressed against either side of his neck. Leo sucked in a deep breath and tried to remember what he was asking for, but the thrilling sensation was too much. He was losing the battle. What they were doing to him was more than he could resist. It was dangerous, stimulating, and so damn carnal that all he wanted to do was give in and never have it end.

“I am over two thousand years old and have never invited someone to share our bed indefinitely. Yet, the first time that I do, he starts making demands. I believe
you
are the arrogant one, Leonidas.” The scrape of razor-sharp fangs along either side of his jaw had him cursing. “You are just like us in so many ways.”

Leo pulled his head back, and when Alasdair ground his erection against his ass, he sighed. “Then don’t make me less. Don’t make my giving up my life worth less than what it is. Make it count. Make me equal.”

“And how do you propose we do that?”

“Don’t make me wear this, for starters,” he said, raising his arm, the chain of the cuff rattling. “I’m not like those temporary playthings. You admitted it yourself. I’m more than that. I am the first.”

The side of Vasilios’s mouth quirked. “You most certainly are.”

Leo locked eyes with the mesmerizing ones holding his. “I will also be the last.”

Alasdair scoffed softly. “So bold.”

“I’m right though, aren’t I?”

Vasilios rubbed a finger over the tight seam of his lips. “You are, yes. What you want, it has never been done. Not ever. No yielding walks the lair unadorned. It’s for their own safety. That is how others know whom you belong to, unless…”

Leo’s heart raced and he swayed under the rush of power he felt at coaxing Vasilios to his way of thinking. “Unless?”

Vasilios looked over at Alasdair, and the only thought Leo heard in their heads was,
the Chamber?

“We could not there, could we?” Alasdair asked.

“It would be most effective and quite the statement. It is, after all, where our births take place. Why not this?”

“It has not been done—that is why. We do not know how others will react.”

Leo had no idea what they meant by
births
or
others
, but he knew the Chamber. It was a place of importance, and that Vasilios was contemplating it must mean—

“Yes. Do it there.”

Vasilios brought his gaze back to him, and Leo was close to pleading, now finding this an essential requirement for him.
 

“Make me yours so I don’t have to wear a chain.”

“You are already
mine
,” Vasilios snapped, his eyes flashing jet black. “Have you forgotten that the blood in your veins is now mingled with that of mine?”

 
“No, of course I haven’t.”

“Then let us be clear, Leonidas,” Vasilios said, his voice sliding over his nerves like a caress. “Tell me
exactly
what you are asking for. I want to hear it. Let everyone hear it.”

Everyone?
The comment made him falter slightly, but it didn’t hamper his determination. It just made him wonder who exactly Vasilios thought would hear besides the three of them.

“Make me yours and his
publicly
. Forever.”

ETON STOOD OUTSIDE of Thanos’s bedchambers and stared at the threshold he’d crossed many times. Today was the first day he’d ever hesitated. He wasn’t quite sure what he would encounter on the other side, and that troubled him.

He’d known Thanos for centuries, but the male currently inside the room beyond was a virtual stranger. He mustered his resolve and straightened his shoulders. He could do this. He
would
do this for the one he’d fought beside, fed beside, and, on occasion, fucked beside. He had given his life over to Thanos all those years ago. Their bond, their relationship, was built on mutual respect and trust. As well as a deep-seated understanding that Eton needed his first-sired to keep him balanced, and right now, as he ran a nervous palm over the shirt covering his arms, he felt anything but.
 

After a long, drawn out minute, he wrapped his fingers around the door handle, and pushed it open a crack. The darkness spilled out into the hallway, and the shadows swallowed up the leather of his imported shoes. He closed his eyes, and then told himself to move. Standing in the fucking hall wasn’t going to get him anywhere. So he stepped inside, and the mood within the walls was immediate. It was heavy. It was grim. And the weight of it was oppressive.

With the lack of windows, the room resembled what Eton imagined a tomb would. Shutting the door, he searched out the other occupant. He knew he was in there. He could sense him as sure as they were a part of one another. But
where
was the question.