Dark Fates (A Paranormal Anthology)(100)

“Correct.” She stared into his eyes, using all her experience to read his next response. “Do you really love both me and Sargon? Really?”

A slow, infinitely beautiful smile curved Tyler’s strong lips. “Never been so sure about anything in my life. But what I feel for you is different. You are the center of my universe, but Sargon’s the sun whose orbit you dance in.”

She giggled and felt Sargon relax marginally behind her. “Awfully poetic for a cowboy.”

A deep dimple came out in Tyler’s cheek as he grinned. “My mama was a librarian with a love of sappy poetry. Guess it rubbed off on me a bit.”

Reaching back, she traced her fingertips over Sargon’s face, giving him comfort that he always offered her so freely. He nipped at her fingertip then fully relaxed and said in French, “We are very lucky to have found such a magnificent man. Bring him into our life forever, my beloved. He’s meant to be ours, just like you were meant to be mine.”

She let out a long breath and looked up at Tyler. “You’re sure about this? Once you taste Sargon’s blood, it will be too late to turn back.”

“Am I sure I want to spend eternity with the most amazing woman I’ve ever met?” He grinned at her, the pure joy that lit up his face warming her like the sun. “Baby, I’ve been waiting for you to ask since our first night together.”

Sargon gave a little growl, his now-hard cock pressing against Lisabetta’s bottom. “You are aware, human, that my taking blood from you will feel like a sexual act.”

Tyler’s pupils dilated with desire, and her body went wet and hot at the thought of the two big, hardened men touching each other, touching her.





Chapter Five


A hint of a flush colored Tyler’s cheeks, and Lisabetta had to hide a smile as he stiffly replied, “You say that like I’ve never sucked your dick or you mine.”

Her clit pulsed at the thought of Tyler’s lips wrapped around Sargon’s thick cock. With a low moan she shifted restlessly between them, and Sargon laughed while Tyler murmured, “You really do love watching two men together, don’t you?”

“Oh yes,” she replied with a breathy moan.

Sargon began to stroke her arms, knowing just how to touch her to get the kind of response he wanted. Licking his lips, Tyler then stood and stretched out, his massive erection bobbing slightly. “Is the room set up?”

She frowned at Tyler, but Sargon replied, “It is.”

Holding his hand out, Tyler pulled her to her feet, stealing a kiss before he said, “Sargon has his people here, both to protect and serve us during the transformation.”

Before she could respond, Sargon had her swept up into his arms. An unexpected happiness raced through her as she stared up at her otherworldly Maker, as in thrall with him now as she was when she’d first seen him. She wondered if that was how Tyler felt about her. But with Tyler, her feelings were different, more possessive. When she first saw Tyler, she was fascinated, and her first thought was “he belongs to me.” They were equally powerful emotions, and she struggled to accept them, overwhelmed with sensations after centuries of keeping her heart as walled off as she could.

Soon she found herself back in Tyler’s bedroom, but the sheets had been stripped off his enormous bed and replaced with a special fabric that vampires used to protect objects from blood damage during a feeding. It was a silky, black-as-midnight material that felt like velvet against her sensitive skin. Not only had the mattress been draped in that fabric, but also the floor around the bed and various chairs. Instead of taking her to the bed, Sargon brought her into the dimly lit bathroom. Hundreds of black and red candles flickered with the breeze of their passing, bathing the room in shifting shadows. An enormous tub sat against the far wall, more like a Jacuzzi than a place to take a bath. The tub itself was of an intriguing design. There was a gap between the rounded-edge rim and the marble ledge surrounding it. After a moment she realized that gap was probably a drain meant to catch any overspill…which meant they could f*ck in the tub full of bubbles without ruining anything.

After setting her onto her feet, Sargon smiled and stroked her hair back from her face. “Let us take care of you, Lisabetta. Let us ease the burden on your heart.”

“Nothing but love here, baby,” Tyler whispered as he ran his hands along her hips.

Her initial reaction was to break their hold on her, but when each of them began to gently kiss each side of her neck, she shivered with pleasure. Never had she known the perfection, the absolute rightness of being surrounded by her men. With a sigh she allowed Sargon to gather her hair and pin it atop her head with an elegant set of diamond-encrusted gold combs that he’d gotten from somewhere.

The desire melting her * continued to grow and grow until she writhed between them, trying to get Sargon to touch her aching sex, to make Tyler bite the shoulder he was nibbling on harder. Her fangs descended with a sharp sting, even her gums throbbing with the exquisite sensations assaulting her. Too much was happening, too much of everything, for her to focus on anything but surviving the adoration of these men. She felt so tiny, so feminine, and even though she was one of the fiercest vampires still walking the earth, to her Maker and her fledgling, she was someone to be protected, cherished.

Sargon knelt before her and took her breast in his mouth, his large fangs slicing through the delicate skin around her areola. “Tyler, come here. Drink from your Mistress.”