[Tabitha’s POV]
Sensations that I never thought I’d ever experience begin to rush through me as Allister and Vance work to undress me. Where their fingers touch, it leaves lines of fire, and where they kiss, it becomes so sensitive that the slightest touches make soft moans escape me.
It’s like my body is coming alive simply from being touched, and I don’t want the feeling to end.
I'm so lost in what I’m feeling that I don’t even notice when Allister gets on his knees in front of me while Vance lifts me so that my legs are wrapped around his shoulders.
Gasping, I tilt my head back and moan as Allister’s fingers shove into me and his tongue attacks my clit, making the world around me disappear.
"Fuck!" Allister hisses, beginning to move his fingers in and out of me so that the sound of my juices sloshing around them fills the room. "You’re fucking soaked, baby."
Of course I was, but I didn’t quite understand how these two men that I didn’t know could make me this way. Was it because of the alcohol? Had the bartender put something extra in it? I knew that supernatural clubs were known for their herbal aphrodisiacs and elixirs to heighten senses. Was that what the bar tender had given to me?
Fuck it, I didn’t care. The way these twins were making me feel was so fucking good, I didn’t mind a little extra something to make it feel like I was on cloud nine.
Closing my eyes, I lean into Vance, whose mouth is still attacking mine and whose skilled fingers are twisting and pinching my nipples while his brother’s tongue attacks my swollen clit, running it slowly and tauntingly up and down again and again in time with his fingers until I feel my body growing hotter and hotter.
"Oh, fuck!" I groan, feeling a powerful orgasm overtake me. "I’m cumming!"
As I work to catch my breath and calm down, I’m lifted from Allister’s shoulders and carried to where the swing waits.
"Our turn," Allister growls, beginning to cuff my ankles first so that my legs are spread apart, giving perfect access to my dripping pussy. “But you would much rather have our dicks anyway, right?”
“Yes,” I whimper, shivering with expectation. “I want them.”
Once he’s finished, he works to secure my wrists so that I’m left hanging in place while the brothers slowly begin to remove their clothes so I have the perfect view of their muscular torsos that are peppered with dark hair that trails down their abdomens to their hips and then to their already erect dicks.
Eyes widening, I take in the line of barbells that run the length of their shafts and find myself wondering how it was going to feel to have them thrust into me.
To this day, I have never slept with a man who had any sort of genital piercing, but I had heard from others that it made the sex that much better, and I felt my core throb in anticipation of getting to feel it firsthand.
As I continue to stare, the brothers move forward, one settling behind me while the other stops in front of me, so his dick is mere inches from my lips.
"You want it in your mouth, don’t you, baby girl?" Allister growls, catching my line of sight. "Tell me how much you want to suck my fucking cock," he continues, wrapping his hands in my hair and pulling hard so that my eyes come to meet his.
"Please let me suck it," I whimper, seductively licking my lips while he watches. “Let me throat fuck you until I’m gagging.”
Fuck, what in the hell was getting into me? It was unsettling how badly I wanted these two men and how much I wanted to please them. It was like an unseen force was drawing me in, and I couldn’t seem to escape it.
"That’s not good enough," Vance snaps, smacking my ass, so a sting of pain and pleasure shoots through me. "Beg him more. I also want to hear how fucking badly you want his cock in your mouth.”
"I want it," I repeat louder. "I want you to fuck my mouth with your cock. Please, allow me to suck it."
"That’s it, good girl." Allister beams. “Now be a good slut and suck me off until I’m cumming down your throat.”
Gasping, I find myself being pulled forward so that he can bury his dick in my mouth and begin to slowly move his hips while my tongue greedily wraps around his shaft, stroking it hungrily while he begins to thrust his hips.
Behind me, I can feel Vance’s dick rubbing my soaked slit while he watches me suck his brother. And when he can’t stand it any longer, he shoves deep into me, causing a garbled gasp to escape me due to just how fucking big he is and how damn good those barbells feel rubbing against my wall.
"Shit," he hisses, rapping my ass again and moving. “You’re so fucking tight, baby girl. Does this mean that you’ve never been with a real man? No worries,” he continues, shoving hard and deep into me. “I’ll make sure that you know what real pleasure is.”
"Ugh," I groan around Allister’s dick due to just how rough Vance is being with me.
"Does my brother’s dick feel that good in your pussy?" Allister chuckles, pulling his dick out of my mouth. "Is it enough for you, or are you a slut that likes to be fucked by two dicks at the same time?"
It’s like his words are a spell, sending me into a haze that leaves me wanting just that. Even though it was an intoxicating experience to have one man fucking me while I sucked off another, I wanted both their cocks fucking me and making me scream and cum until I couldn’t take anymore.
"Both," I moan as Vance begins to fuck me hard and fast. "I want both your cocks in me."
"You’re really a dirty girl, aren’t you?" Allister beams, slowly lifting me so that I’m in an upright position. "And dirty girls are always rewarded."
A gasp escapes me as I’m whirled around so that I’m facing Vance while Allister positions himself behind me.
"Lend me your spit," he orders, wrapping a hand around my mouth. "Otherwise, I won’t be able to enter you easily, baby, or would you rather experience the pain of having your ass stretched wide without any type of lubricant?”
“No,” I whimper.
Obeying his command, I spit into his waiting palm until it was removed so he could rub it along his dick to make it slick.
Reaching around, he wraps a hand around my throat while he slowly pushes against my ass, sending a wave of shock through me from the sudden pain and pleasure I feel.
"Relax," Vance murmurs, pressing his lips against mine. “It’ll be over soon, good girl.”
As his tongue finds mine, I once again feel like I’m being taken over by someone else who wants nothing more than to obey and please these men.
"Fuck, your asshole is so tight," Allister hisses, beginning to enter me. "Am I the first to ever fuck you here?"
"Yes," I groan, leaning against him while his hand tightens on my throat. "You’re the first."
"Then I’ll be sure to make it special," he husks, pushing fully in.
For a moment, he doesn’t move as I find myself adjusting to the feel of both men in me, and only when my body begins to fully relax does he begin moving in rhythm with his brother.
Soon, my moans turn into screams as both fuck me hard and fast, making me their toy who wants nothing more than to make them feel good, and when I feel myself orgasming once more, it’s the most mind-blowing pleasure that I’ve ever felt in my life, and I find that I never wanted it to end.
"How does it feel to be used by us?" Vance whispers, beginning to nip at my neck. "You want to continue to be used by us, don’t you?"
"Yes," I whisper before I even know what I’m saying. "I want to continue to be yours."
"Then shall we mark you as ours?" Allister asks close to my ear, his teeth brushing against my earlobe, so I once again feel extended canines.”
Jerking, I turn my head in time to take in his teeth and realize that this man isn’t any creature; he is a fucking vampire. The one species that I despise the most.
[Tabitha’s POV]"No!" I gasp, my eyes flying open, to find that I’m still on the dance floor of Morte Diem and not in one of the play rooms above being fucked within an inch of my life. "Get the fuck away from me!"Feeling a wave of disgust rush through me, I move from between the two men and take in their amused expressions."What is it, baby girl?" Allister asks, taking a few steps toward me. "Was what we could do to you too much? You looked like the type that liked to play, but I guess we pegged you wrong."Too much? He had to be fucking kidding me. I wouldn’t mind that at all, but for it to be done by vampires... There was no fucking way."What the fuck are you even doing here?" I growl, reaching for the stake I always kept in a hoister on my thigh. "Vampires don’t intermingle with the rest of the supernatural world!"As a rule, those who lived in the dark stayed in the dark, but here they were among the rest of us.Fuck, this was bad. How could I have let my guard down that easil
[Allister’s POV]I shove my dick deep into Maria’s throat and then begin to thrust while her tongue wraps skillfully around my shaft."Fuck," I hiss. "That’s a good girl."A groan of excitement escapes her lips before they tighten around me once more, making sure to squeeze me just right.Closing my eyes, I continue to move while images of that woman’s face begin to flash in my head, bringing back that scene from before and making me once again angry that I didn’t get to make it a reality.Those large gray eyes hold me in place while an odd emotion that I’ve never felt before begins to build, stirring my insides like fucking jelly and making me even more annoyed.Dammit! What is this, and why the hell was I even thinking of her? I should be focusing on the woman sucking on my dick and the other that waits for me to fuck her while she is utterly at my mercy.Feeling my frustration flare, I shove my dick down Maria’s throat and quicken my pace while she gags and tears begin to brim in h
[Tabitha’s POV]“Are you sure you’re fine to be alone?”Bonnie’s question lingers between us as I fumble for my keys.After leaving Morte Diem, my mind had been a mess. I still couldn’t believe that I came so fucking close to screwing around with vampires and then just simply let them get away after they placed their marks on me!What in the world had gotten into me? Why did I even let my guard down? I didn’t know, but I couldn’t stop replaying the scene in my head again and again.“I’ll be fine,” I assure her, making my voice sound light. “I’m just going to shower and go to bed. Don’t forget that we still have to work tomorrow.”Once I’m inside, I look down at my wrist again, taking in the mark that marks my skin while my anger comes to a boil, but before I can let it slowly devour me, my phone begins to ring.Sighing, I pull it from my pocket and take in the number of the precinct on it.Frowning, I swipe to answer and bring it to my ear.“Tabitha!” Dale, our overnight chief, booms,
[Tabitha’s POV]The next morning, I sit at my desk, fighting to keep my eyes open while the words I try to read blur together again and again.Fuck, I needed sleep, but I couldn’t get my mind off this damn case, especially given the photo that I found.Who exactly was it that did it, and what was their purpose?Honestly, there were plenty of supernaturals that wanted me gone due to what I did, but this seemed more personal than that.Could it have something to do with my brother and my parents deaths?No, how could it?I spent so many years searching for the ones responsible; why would they suddenly come out of hiding?Sighing, I lay my head on my desk and let the cool wood ease the headache that has taken full effect.“You should go home.” Sitting up, I watch as Bonnie makes her way toward me, looking bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. “No offense, but you look like shit.”"Usually, when you start something with no offense, you usually mean to be offensive,” I point out. “But thanks for t
[Tabitha’s POV]“Prove it,” I hiss, grabbing his cheeks and forcing him to look me in the eye. “Show me your sincerity, baby.”At my words, Anthony’s eyes grow dark, and one of his hands cups the back of my neck, slamming our mouths together while his other continues to hold me in place while we move from the wall to the couch.Panting, I find myself being thrown down before Anthony attacks, yanking my clothes off of me like a madman. Once they’re off, he starts to undress himself so that I get the perfect view of the many tattoos that cover his skin, covering the various scars that he bears from his many years as a warrior.Since we began to do the church's bidding when we came of age, Anthony was thrown into battle five years before me, and now, at the age of thirty, he bore many scars of honor over his kills.Despite being told that they showed his strength and tenacity, he still insisted on getting the tattoos that look like odd runes, but even to this day, he has never told me wh
[Tabitha’s POV]A fiery pain stabs deep into my heart as I continue to shove Anthony toward the door until he is pressed against it and has nowhere to go.“Tabitha, you need..."“I don’t need to do a fucking thing!” I counter, stepping back and taking a few breaths. “You’re the one that needs to put your fucking clothes on and get out of my apartment.”As the words leave my lips, someone begins to pound on my door, stopping any further argument."Damn, she has perfect timing,” I growl, running a hand through my hair. “Go on then, cheater. She’s waiting.”“But…” Anthony manages before the pounding grows louder. “Dammit.”Letting out a string of profanities, he quickly pulls on his pants and then yanks open the door to reveal a red-faced Holly, who looks about ready to burst into tears.“You!” She hisses, her eyes flashing an odd gold. “How dare you do something like this?"For a moment, I don’t speak as I continue to examine the woman, trying to figure out exactly what she is. In her r
[Atticus’ POV]“Why are you here again?”August, the bartender and owner of Morte Diem, stares at me curiously as I sip at my drink while extending my senses to see if I could feel anything that stood out.“Why shouldn’t I be here?” I counter.Since coming to Boston, this was the place I spent most of my time since it was the gathering place for supernaturals.I stumbled across it during my first week here and have been frequenting it ever since.“You’re making my guests uncomfortable,” he continues, nodding toward a man with glittery skin and what looked like vines wrapping around him who is watching me with a look of unease on his face. “Could you not look like such a fucking creeper?”“Creeper?” I repeat, frowning. “I don’t quite understand what that term means.I was still adjusting to human slang and terms since leaving the Darklands. It was all so foreign and unusual, but if I wanted to fit the part of belonging, I needed to know.“Freak?” he offers. “Stalker? You look like some
[Tabitha’s POV]I stare up at the bastard above me, taking in his disgusting look of hunger while his erect dick presses against me. It was clear that he really did think that he was God's gift to women, and that just pissed me off even more.It was bad enough that he was spying on me, but now he was even talking about fucking me. He had to be out of his damn mind!“Next fuck,” I repeat, letting a slow smile begin to spread across my face. “You should at least treat me to dinner first."At my words, his expression shifts to amusement, and a look of triumph flashes in his eyes."Is that what you want, baby?" He murmurs, leaning close to my ear. "Because if so, I can..."Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, I kick up, connecting my knee between his legs."You're really too fucking full of yourself!"As he slumps forward, I buck my body, causing his position to shift enough for me to roll us over so that I’m now on top. Where his erection touches my bare flesh, it sends waves o
[Tabitha’s POV]“Then we have tonight.”If you asked me if this was the outcome I was expecting after taking down Titus and ending one threat, I would say no. I wasn’t an overflowing fucking optimist, but to know that in the end, the ones who stood beside me through this time would disappear one by one was a punch to the gut.Atticus would be leaving to go to the unseelie court, Vance would need time to calm his clan and gain control, and Anthony was gone and would never be back.“I think the lady wants you,” JD chuckles, breaking the silence that had fallen around us. “Why are you just standing there?”“Shut up,” Atticus growls, reaching out and grabbing me.It doesn’t take long for us to arrive back at Atticus’ home, and the minute we step in the door, my clothes are being ripped off along with his. Once they’re out of the way, Atticus is dropping to his knees and burying his face in my folds.“Atticus,” I gasp, spreading my legs wider. “The door.”“Fuck the door,” he growls, contin
[Atticus’ POV]“His help doesn’t come easy.”The words leave my lips as I take Tabitha in, waiting to see if her resolve will quake. Maybe this was the reason that I fell for her, or maybe it was the undeniable draw that I felt. Whatever it was I knew, with or without my memories, I would choose her again and again because of the strength she radiated.“I don’t care,” she says, beginning to move. “And if you’re just going to stand here and argue, you can..."“No,” I sigh, hoisting Titus as he begins to slip. “Let’s go.”I begin to move, heading into JD’s domain, and then lead the way to his room, where he should be waiting. When we arrive, the door swings open, and a broad smile rests on his face.“Did you succeed?” He asks, eyeing the wrapped-up lump on my shoulder. “Or did you bring me another gift?"“No,” I chuckle, throwing Titus on the ground. “It’s what you want.”“But before that,” Tabitha adds, making her presence known. “There are some things that we would like to ask him.”“
[Tabitha’s POV]I wait until Atticus disappears out of the room and the sound of his steps grows distant before turning my gaze to Vance, who is watching me curiously. I was sure that he was curious why I was still standing here. I wanted to speak with him alone. And probably, what the hell was I even doing?“Promise me,” I begin, deciding there was no point in beating around the bush. “That you won’t disappear.”I knew I was asking a lot, and I wouldn’t blame him for denying my request. Technically, it was because of my existence that his brother and father are now gone. And that his clan was undergoing something so serious. But I didn’t want to lose the one solid thing I had beside me.“I know I'm asking a lot and that you don’t owe me, but..."“Shut up.”Leaning forward, Vance grabs my chin and then presses his lips against mine. Immediately, the world and all the fucking problems we are facing disappear, and all I can feel is him. Is it because of his mark on me? Because of everyt
[Tabitha’s POV]I stand up and take in the room in front of me. Atticus and Vance are both here, staring at me as if they’re looking at a ghost, and laying on the ground is Titus, and someone clearly beat the shit out of him.“Good job,” I say slowly, nodding toward the bastard on the ground. “I’m glad the two of you managed to take care of him.”It was probably ridiculous to say this after dying and then coming back, but the awkwardness was beginning to get to me.“How?” Vance rasps, moving forward.Reaching out, he attempts to touch me, but lets out a hiss when his fingers touch the sunlight and begin to burn.“Dammit,” he growls.“Here,” I say, climbing through the hole that was made in my cage while I was out of it. When I’m out of the sunlight and standing in front of Vance, I grab his wrist and bring his hand to my face so that he can feel it. “Better?”Growing quiet, I wait as he processes what is happening, and when understanding finally seems to dawn in him, he is reaching ou
[Tabitha’s POV]I feel like I’m floating. In the blissful darkness that surrounds me, I’m weightless. My body drifts in and out of what I can only assume is oblivion. Did this mean that I died? If I did, I could only hope by this point that Vance and Atticus would be able to defeat Titus, and if not... Well, there was nothing I could do at this point.Letting out a sigh, I try to drift away again so that the worry I’m beginning to feel doesn’t continue to haunt me. However, with each passing minute, I can feel my consciousness becoming clearer and clearer until I can’t remain oblivious, and it’s frustrating.Slowly, I begin to open my eyes, but I have to close them again as dazzling light attacks them, and when I open them again, I have to squint.Frowning, I begin to take in the area around me, trying to determine exactly what was happening and where I was. Was this the afterlife? But how could it be? As a sinner and a member of the undead, wouldn’t hell be the place to which I belon
[Vance’s POV]Shouts and snarls erupt around me as I burst into the mansion ahead and begin to look around. Why the fuck would Tabitha be stupid enough to go in alone when she knew that my father was most likely waiting for her?As this thought hits, two of my father’s men rush toward me. Growling, I lift my hands and connect with them. Once I’ve got control, I liff and throw them into the next line of men that are making their way toward me.Behind me, I can hear Atticus, and when icy bullets begin to erupt around me, I extend my senses until I feel Tabitha.“I’m heading up!” I announce, taking in the scene around me. “Can you handle it here?”“Yeah,” Atticus puffs, switching out the weaponry on his arms for something stronger. “Just don’t forget; I need that heart.”Nodding, I begin to move, only stopping long enough to dodge a sneak attack.“Nice try,” I grin, kicking out and sending the man crashing into the wall and then moving forward so that I can grab his head and twist until
[Tabitha’s POV]I keep my gaze fixed on the hole where the slowly-lightening sky can be seen. I had maybe twenty minutes at most before the sun was high enough to shine down on me. Shit, what the hell was I going to do?“Don’t look so afraid, my pet,” Titus murmurs. “This was always your fate from the moment you came into existence.”“Wouldn’t that mean it was the same fate for you?” I ask."No, because I wasn’t born a monster, I was turned, and in finally getting rid of you, my true love will forgive me and bring me and my people out of the shadows.”“Your true love?” I repeat as I feel my consciousness being tugged on.Gasping, I feel my eyes roll into the back of my head as images of a beautiful field with white flowers swaying in the breeze appear. Standing in the field are Titus and a woman with flowing blonde hair and bright golden eyes. She wears a white gown that is almost transparent, allowing the perfect view of her body beneath.Instantly, I feel a sense of familiarity and
[Tabitha’s POV]I can feel Vance’s hesitation as he tries to make sense of my plan. I knew that it was a suicide mission, but to see Allister suffering so fucking much because of his own father, I couldn’t stop the burning desire I felt to kill Titus.“You don’t have to join us,” Atticus offers, breaking the silence that was settling around us. “We don’t need you anyway.”“Do you really think you stand a chance against them?” Vance counters.“I wager I have a good chance at surviving,” Atticus chuckles. “I would just have to breakout the heavy ammo.”As he speaks, ice starts to wrap around his muscular arms and form into what looks like machine guns. Damn, he really was capable, wasn’t he? With his ice magic, Vance’s blood magic, and my combat skills, I was sure that we would be okay.“Fine,” Vance huffs. “But remember, my father is mine.”“I need his heart,” Atticus counters. "Therefore, I should be..."“He’s mine,” Vance repeats more firmly. “I’ll give you his fucking heart before i
[Vance’s POV]My gaze stays fixed on Tabitha as she stares in the direction that ice fae bastard disappeared in. As much as I tried to tell myself that I didn’t give two shits if they had something, seeing her so fucking hurt over his leaving left a bad taste in my mouth.“Are you just going to sit there?” I ask, unable to continue to watch her misery. “Don’t you think we should get out of here too before someone finds this?"As I speak, I motion to the pile of ice, flesh, and bone that covers the floor. It was only a matter of time before someone realized that August’s remains were up here, and I didn’t want to be present when that happened.The fae stuck together through most things, and to kill one of their own would make you all of their enemy. I couldn’t wait to see how things would work out for Atticus due to what he did, but for now, the repercussions would have to wait.“No,” Tabitha says softly, finally snapping out of her daze. “I’m not.”“Then let’s go.” I huff, pulling up