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Authors: Talyn Scott

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Oycher (17 page)

Oycher spread his two fingers apart, scissoring them out when he went in deep on another thrust. “How does that feel.”

“Good and bad at the same time,” she said on a groan. 

“If you stop thinking so hard,” Terje reminded, his fingers brushing the hardened part of her nipples exposed around the clamps, “you could relax.”

Oycher smacked her hip, when she tensed up again. “Deep breaths,” he rumbled, bringing his fingers together and twirling back out.

That time, oh, was completely different. She moaned low and long, a  prickling started beneath her skin as her core rushed with a deluge of arousal. “Ooh.”

“Good,” Terje praised, running his fingers through her hair, massaging the tension away from her head. “Keep that lovely mind right where it is, right there in that special spot only belonging to Oycher and me.”

A cool tip pressed against her dark entrance. “Push down,” Oycher directed.

“Ah,” she hissed through clenched teeth.  Isla could feel this invasion all the way to her toes.

Terje’s fingertips circled her scalp. “You’re doing fine. You look beautiful accepting that vibrator, Isladora. Wait until Oycher turns it on.”

The pressure finally stopped.  Isla figured the length must’ve been entirely inside of her, because she felt a cool sphere between her cheeks holding it into position. “Mmm.” She tried to wiggle but the leather strap kept her in place.

“How’s that?” Oycher asked, running both of his palms over her sweat-slicked ass. “Truthfully?”

Truthfully? “I ache. I’m empty inside…Between my legs, I need you.”

“Perfect,” Oycher praised, moving around the table to face her. Her mouth watered at how his body worked together, when he glided. Hadn’t she hated that in vampires? Well, she’d never before seen one gliding nude, especially one claiming he was hers. “Let’s rig up Terje the way he likes.”

She blinked. “Rig up Terje?”

Oycher and Terje reached high over her, their biceps and muscles stretching and contracting in pure unadulterated strength. She heard a few clanks and whirling rolls, like metal spinning on metal. But she’d never before seen a completely naked Oycher —  since he’d fucked her with his pants on earlier — and now he held all of her attention.

His face could have been mistaken for an angel's but not a human's. His hair glimmering almost bronze beneath the low lighting swung heavily over one shoulder. His skin, the smooth slickness of glazed porcelain, almost marble, made her want to reach out with her tongue and taste. Those eyes of a thousand sunsets were focused on his task, but he flickered them randomly over the body spread naked and waiting for him.

Yes, I’m waiting for you, Commander, she thought hard. He smiled down at her, catching that thought. When she looked up, she caught an interesting sight. Oycher had Terje’s wrists in a copper-colored manacle, cranking something above his head until Terje’s body went ramrod straight. Positioning his cock right over Isla’s face, a stream of pre-ejaculate already leaked from the divot in his wide crown.

“He’s going to hang there?” She tired to wiggle against the table again to get relief, the vibrator making her vaginal walls tense and pulsate from the teasing emptiness. Or maybe it was the sight in front of her.

“We’ll see if you can keep him in your mouth while I take you from behind,” Oycher said. “A game to stave off the steam until, one night, when one of us can be in your ass while the other rides your pussy.”

The crudeness of his words raised her temperature. “A game?” She was secured against the table by a forbidding strap, and, apparently, Terje would swing on the chains by his wrists. “There’s no way I’ll keep him in my mouth.” But wouldn’t it be fun trying?

Oycher winked at her. “Then he’ll suffer the consequences.”

Terje chuckled deviously. “I’m counting on you, Isladora.” His cock swiped the side of her face, and he groaned low and needy.

“Now, about this,” Oycher said, presenting his length for her perusal. His large hand gripped the base, his other cupping his satiny, hairless balls. He may not be as thick as Terje, but he was longer. And neither of the males was comparable to a human. A mortal male could never measure up. At. All. "You took me earlier, so there's nothing to be nervous about."

Isla felt her pussy coat for the vampire she was supposed to fear. “Give me.” As long as those fangs didn’t touch her, she’d be fine.

Hopefully.

He extended his claws again, grazing his length up and down, scratching without breaking the skin. When a claw scraped something metallic spinning around his head, her mouth dropped open at the sight. Where Terje had rods up and down his length, Oycher had a flexible spinning device.

“So that’s your circlet,” she said with a suddenly dry mouth.

He narrowed his eyes on her ass. “So that’s my circlet.”

Terje’s cock made another pass at her face, but she opened her mouth for Oycher. I want to taste that, she thought at him. His eyes widened, and he shuddered when she suckled the very tip, licking his musky saltiness. He moved closer, rolling his hips.  Her tongue darted out, twisting around the space between his dick and balls.

“My turn,” Terje demanded, trying to hip bump Oycher. But Oycher easily knocked him back, making him spin from the chains. Instead of freaking on Oycher, Terje growled hungrily, his erection growing impossibly longer. Isla took more of Oycher’s salty head over her tongue, sucking between her lips and grazing the skin with her teeth, in the way he had with his claws.

“Now!” Terje moved his knees, shifting his narrow hips, his cock lightly smacking her cheek in demand.

Isla rewarded him by releasing Oycher’s cock and licking Terje's head once, teasing with a twirl of tongue. Then she went back to Oycher’s and moved up and down, nearly getting a third of it inside her mouth, before Terje tried to stuff his alongside Oycher.

“She can’t take an entire immortal cock inside her mouth, much less two,” Oycher said gently, cupping her face affectionally and pulling away. “I can scent she's now suffering from lack of proper attention to her sex.”

“So am I.” Terje wiggled his thighs and hips. Oycher obliged him by gripping Terje’s hips and aligning his body directly in front of Isla’s mouth.

“Keeping him there is up to you.” Oycher leaned down and kissed Isla between her shoulder blades. “But don’t worry if it doesn’t work out for him the way you think it should. It makes it hot for Terje, when he can’t get exactly what he wants.”

She didn’t know what to think about that, but when he positioned himself again behind her ass, she didn’t care. Parting her slick lips with his cock head, he plunged midway, the stretch to take his size and the vibrator produced a sinuous burn. She could feel her lower lips straining around him. Oycher reached down and rubbed the skin where they were joined. “I’m told no sex compares to what’s shared with a mate. I can attest to that.”

She swallowed a trace of fluid leaving Terje’s cock, raking her teeth on him. He grunted, trying to maneuver himself across her tongue more, but when Oycher pulled back and reentered her halfway. The small give in the leather strap propelled her an inch or two, and Terje popped out.

He hissed between his teeth and muttered a foul curse, his cheekbones flushing. Those weird colors she’d spotted beneath his skin started swirling and concentrated mainly around his thighs, stomach, and pelvis areas.

Oycher surged again, splitting her wide, her ass gripping the vibrator under his gyration. “Don’t let go of the table,” Oycher hissed in her ear. Wrapping one palm around the front of her throat. When she protested, he said, “I must keep it there. If I bite you during my orgasm, I’ll bite myself first.”

Terje worked a few good thrusts in her mouth with only the tip of his cock. But then he slipped out again. His chest started heaving, the rods in his erection expanding and contracting. “I was worried about her taking too much of me earlier. Now I can’t get enough of me in there.”

“You’ve a huge cock,” Oycher said on a hitched breath. “You don’t want to hurt her jaw. Besides, you enjoy the torture.”

She whimpered when Oycher rolled his hips in long slides, her walls sucking him back in. With his hand still over the front of her throat, he curled his hard toned chest over Isla’s back. Then he reached up and secured the side of Terje’s thigh, and ushered his cock against her lips. “Long licks from balls to the tip, tease him. Don’t suck. We’re going to come together.”

Once again, he gripped Isla’s hips with his hands, his claws biting into her flesh, and he worked her like a piston. In and out. In and out. In and out. She nuzzled Terje’s cock, listening to him beg for her to suck it, but she obeyed Oycher on this. Lapping at the rough skin on the side of his balls, she managed to slide one in her mouth. And, on instinct alone, she bit down lightly. His body bowed beneath the chains, and he shouted out. She heard more than saw his jetted release. He called out her name again and again, shouting on short panting bursts.

Oycher hissed in the way of vampires, his circlet spinning and spinning, nothing comparable to the sensation until he flicked on the vibrator and then removed her nipple clamps.

“Oh!” she cried out, her pussy convulsing around his hot length, her ass burning around the vibrator. She was filled, completely filled, and it was nothing short of incredible.

Trailing her shoulder with his mouth, Oycher drew dangerously close to her throat and released an icy cool breath that left goose bumps in his wake. She gasped, her legs shaking. He reached underneath her, pinched her clit carefully between the smooth sides of his claws, and drove balls-deep into her for one merciless last time, slamming her all the way to the top.

She threw back her head, smacking it on his shoulder. Hoarse cries left her throat, her orgasm timing perfectly with her vampire’s as she milked the hot fluid leaving his cock in bursting spurts. He hissed a dangerous warning, fastened his mouth against the side of her throat, and the tip of fangs scraped her skin.

“No,” she said weakly, “please…no!”

“I won’t.” He shook, his hair draping her back and tickling the sides of her breasts. “I won’t. What you’ve already…given me is enough.” The last pump of seed left his body, and he rested his forehead against her shoulder. “You are more than I hoped for yet everything I need.”

 

Chapter Seventeen

Flynn misted inside the new Donor complex, saying without preamble, “The Master Gryph just left with a bunch of the Italian monarchy’s flunkies. It’s on my bucket list to stake every last fucker inside their monarchy.”

Sage smiled. “Get in line. Our prince is reserving that particular honor. So?”

“So, two showed up that’d fed from our precious Isla,” Dax said, misting in next to them. “Guess what?”

Oycher sighed, wrapping his arm around Isla’s shoulders. “We can’t use this dead girl to pass for her. Well, let’s put that on the back burner and attack tonight with all we’ve got. I’ll figure out how to deal with Volos tomorrow.”

“You’d better get going.” Sage carried a leather duster padded heavily with weapons, minus the bejeweled dagger Isla meant to return. When she’d gone to pack her things from the Alpha hall, it’d been pointedly missing. He tossed his long coat over one of the new desks, pulling out an electronic tablet from a pocket, and sank into a chair.

“A moment,” Oycher said, tugging Isla inside the pastel painted walls of the complex. “I think this is the hardest thing I’ve ever done,” Oycher said to Isla, backing her to a wall. “I don’t know how the other males leave their mates night after night.”

God, the things she’d been told. Hounds of Cyn and a manic killer were on the loose, producing newly slain by the hour. “I don’t like the idea of you hunting a Gryph driven by blood lust, Commander.”

“You’d better watch out.” His smile was brilliant, though lines of worry creased his forehead. “You might be falling for me.”

Am I, she wondered? “At least, one of us enjoys you exploring my thoughts.”

“You know, if you were to mate me, my cranial explorations might be trimmed down a bit, maybe completely.”

Isla pursed her lips. “You wouldn’t be able to read my mind after mating?”

He blinked, thinking, “There’s a strong possibility, yes.”

She laughed. “I suppose it’s hard staying with someone for an eternity, if you can read every thought you shouldn’t.”

He nodded. “So, you’ll consider joining me in vampiric matrimony?”

“Connecting our souls,” she surmised, wondering what else it entailed. “Any other surprises mixed in there?” A flicker of something passed over his face. If she’d blinked, Isla would have missed it.

He changed the subject. “Did you recall anything more about the hounds? I still can’t find that particular memory inside your mind.”

She tried to drum up everything about the night her rescuers saved her from Italy. Something about the dogs slipped her mind, and she was certain one of the vampire’s had warned her. “No, but if I remember it, I’ll call…I can’t call you.” She threw up her hands. “Alpha crushed my phone.”

Oycher brushed his lips across her temple. “If he hadn’t, I would have. It’s too easy for one of us skilled immortals to mist in on a ping. We’re working on alternative systems for the females, but it’s going to take time.”

She hated asking this, but she couldn’t stop herself. “Well, how will I get ahold of you?”

“Terje’s just across the complex, running through overlapping hunt patterns with the Alpha bloods. We’re splitting up our time. When I’m gone, he’s with you or near you. When I’m back, he’s taking Dax’s next shift so the Alpha can sleep.” He grazed her cheek with his thumb. “Don’t forget all the Pack males running around this place, and Sage is going to stay inside this very building until Terje arrives.”

Even if Sage weren’t here, it would take her five minutes to reach Terje. Besides, she could use the in-house phones, but…She wasn’t worried about herself. Isla smiled sheepishly at him. “I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“Oh, Moja žena, you give this warrior hope.” His head lowered, his lips finding hers, and Isla’s concerns slipped away for a moment. This was what it was about, having your lover there for you and being there for your lover. His tongue touched hers, and her heart skipped a beat. After he pulled back, he removed a star from his pocket that sparkled like a diamond. Looking down at her throat, he said, “I noticed you favored that locket enough never to take it off, would you tell me the meaning of the paper inside it?”

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