Dark Fates (A Paranormal Anthology)(98)

Tyler followed her line of sight and let out a soft chuckle. “I was wondering when he’d show up. I must say I’m pretty impressed that you waited until now to join us, Sargon.”

Rich and deep, Sargon’s laughter filled Lisabetta’s senses as he quickly joined them. Smiling at Tyler, showing a flash of fangs that were like those of a lion rather than a man, Sargon shrugged. “How could I resist the sight of you two f*cking so beautifully? I must say, Lisabetta, you have chosen a very…blessed man as a fledgling.”

Panic hit her hard, and she tried to push away from Tyler. Before she could speak, Tyler glared at Sargon. “Stop being an arrogant prick for ten minutes. I know you think talking to her like that is helping her, but it’s not. Now you made a promise to me, Sargon. You swore that if I managed to get her to spend the day at my house you’d tell me how you met her.”

She swallowed hard, the story at once both one of her favorites and one of her most hated secrets. To say she’d been savage when she was discovered by the rest of the vampire world was an understatement. Her need for revenge had known no bounds, but she hadn’t been stupid in her war against Arcadia. She’d bided her time, sabotaging his empire, slowly ruining him financially so that he was so preoccupied, in his own bat-shit crazy way, about his dwindling possessions that he became careless.

By this point Lisabetta was familiar with her enhanced vampire powers and had learned to defend herself against both man and vampire. With the money that she stole from Arcadia, she began to build her own humble nest egg. That money allowed her a freedom she’d never had before, and she’d fallen into complacency as she killed off Arcadia’s men one by one over the years, taking out men he trusted or vampires that aided him.

Looking up at Sargon, she said, “The night we met I was stalking a particularly loathsome piece of garbage named Douglas. You see Douglas would provide Arcadia with young men and women to destroy. It was…horrific, and I was elated that I would finally get to mete out my form of justice on Douglas.”

Sargon laughed and sat at the edge of the lounge chair, absently stroking her legs where they twined with Tyler’s hairy calves. Tyler grunted and kicked at Sargon’s hand, but the vampire merely gave an unrepentant grin and continued to caress both of them.

“Can’t blame me for trying,” he teased Tyler with a definite flirty smirk.

It suddenly dawned on her that Tyler and Sargon had been spending a lot of time alone together. “Just how well do you two know each other?”

Tyler sat up a bit, unashamed of his semi-hard shaft. “Considering I’ve seen him every night you’ve been here so he can wipe your memories, I know Sargon pretty well.”

“Not well enough,” her Maker murmured, and she narrowed her gaze at him. When he looked at her, he smirked. “What? You know he’s delicious.”

Shaking her head, she tried to keep from smiling. “He is, isn’t he?”

The need to stare at Tyler’s rapidly hardening cock consumed her, but she tried to keep her gaze off that part of his anatomy. Her greed for his body was astonishing, and she lost the will to not stare at the man she considered hers. The thought of Sargon pleasuring Tyler with her sent a raw wave of lust through her that threatened to obliterate her control. Because of their blood bond, she’d feel an echo of Tyler’s sexual arousal when the men played together. The idea of feeling Tyler’s emotions when Sargon took him made her clit throb. Sexuality in the vampire world was just another indulgence, and Sargon was very, very good at every aspect of it.

Tyler snapped his fingers by his crotch. “Stop f*cking staring at my dick, Sargon, and tell me how you met and took over her blood bond.”

Instead of tearing Tyler’s head off, Sargon merely shook his head and smiled, revealing his sharp fangs. “So demanding.”

She looked from Tyler to Sargon, pretty sure the men were flirting with each other. Not that she could blame Tyler. When Sargon turned on the charm, it was impossible to resist him. God knew she hadn’t stood a chance when he’d come to the conclusion that she would be his fledgling. He’d seduced her both mentally and physically with a single-minded determination. As starved for affection as she’d been, she hadn’t been able to resist his charms for long…and if she was being honest with herself, she hadn’t wanted to. Even as damaged as her mind had been back then she knew deep in her soul that Sargon would never harm her.

Leaning back against Tyler, she looked at Sargon as she said, “I’d finally stopped playing with Douglas and let him die as I felt a…presence at my back. A warmth that blanketed me in a feeling of contentment that I’d not experienced since my mortal days. I should have been tipped off that the man behind me was more than human, I mean I was covered in gore from slaughtering Douglas, literally bathed in blood, and the handsome man now staring at me wasn’t repulsed in the least.”

“You have no idea how sexy she looked,” Sargon said to Tyler. “She’d stripped down to her shift, and it was soaked in blood, making the fabric stick to her body.”

Tyler grunted, and she could tell he didn’t find blood-covered women as arousing as Sargon. She traced her fingertips over Tyler’s chest, the taste of his essence still tempting on her tongue. “I actually went after Sargon, certain he was another of Arcadia’s henchmen. Imagine my surprise when I found myself flat on my back, with his fangs buried in my neck.”