She cried out. He felt so good buried inside her.
The Reyes at her back kissed her neck, her shoulders, and drifted his lips to her bu**ocks. He nibbled and licked until she was panting.
“Do you want my blood?” she asked.
Both men groaned.
The one now behind her positioned himself at her neck and bit down with his fangs, then began to suck. In front of her, Reyes held an arm over her chest, keeping her in place. At the same time he slowly rocked his h*ps into her, driving his c**k in and out. He kissed her eyelids, her cheeks, her lips.
She was overcome with sensation, especially when the secondary Reyes moved in closer, nestling his thick c**k between the cleft of her bottom. He rubbed himself in quickening thrusts. She reached behind her to caress his shoulder.
Reyes, this is so wonderful. And I’m close again.
So am I. Your blood is like heaven, and feeling your body in so many places at the same time is erotic as hell.
Faster.
Both men moved faster, sucked harder. The primary Reyes thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, the secondary, wedged between her cheeks, used the pressure to work his cock.
Suddenly ecstasy arrived, like a powerful wave crashing down on her. They were three, moving as one, shouting, screaming, crying out. The secondary Reyes moved swiftly behind, his c**k tight between her butt cheeks and jerking hard. Primary Reyes curled his hips, pumping between her legs in quick thrusts, shouting as he came. She’d never known such pleasure.
And the sensation kept rolling, so that the bed shook and her heart ached. She loved this so much, being surrounded by two powerful male bodies, both Reyeses. Affection, maybe even love, flowed through her as she reached the pinnacle once more.
Was this love? Did she love the man who drank her blood and plowed into her body in the most wonderful way?
She felt possessed, even enchanted, by the vampire holding her captive in his arms.
Only after a long euphoric minute did the bed begin to settle.
Angelica breathed hard, as did both men.
A soft vibration ran through Reyes, and she watched as the secondary form joined the primary and became one body again. Angelica could barely keep her eyes open as Reyes rolled her onto her back. She felt as though she could float, and her mind was suffused with a delicate euphoria that kept every thought at bay.
She savored the fact that Reyes was still buried deep inside her, that in this moment they were one, they were equals, they were bound.
She wrapped him up in her arms and he kissed her repeatedly. There was an eternal feel to the moment, helping her to believe that no matter what happened in the coming days or weeks, this time with Reyes could never be taken away from her.
This was wonderful.
He drew back, still connected low, and thumbed her cheek. “I feel the same way. You’ve changed everything for me, Angelica, and for that I’ll always be grateful.”
He made love to her again and again that night. And more than once, she fell into deep conversation with him about his family life and his home in Venezuela where he’d grown up. He shared that when he’d made his fortune and bought the property back, he’d also worked to retrieve all their family possessions, many of which went back several centuries.
His mother’s family was Celtic with red hair and blue eyes, though his father had a Spanish heritage, which explained Reyes’s coloring: dark hair, light eyes. “My mother had a large collection of small silver boxes, handed down through generations. I was able to get most of them back.”
“They have great meaning to you.”
“My mother treasured them, so yes, great meaning.”
Angelica felt an odd tingling sensation pass through her. “What was her name?”
“Faylen. She had dark auburn hair and was very beautiful.”
“I have no doubt.” But there it was again, some kind of tingling, but she didn’t know what it was, like a memory that just wouldn’t surface. He had told her that Faylen had died shortly after Sweet Dove had enslaved Reyes, yet something about that nagged at Angelica. She just didn’t know why.
The conversation moved on, and she forgot about the odd sensation. Reyes told her about the rock shelf that overlooked a rich tropical valley below, and she wished she could see his South American home. But she probably wouldn’t. She’d be going home soon, right after the last Starlin event at the Crystal Dome.
* * *
Over the next couple of weeks and through the continuous stream of Starlin events, she accompanied Reyes to a host of parties. They stayed only long enough to support Reyes’s cover as a slaver before leaving.
Reyes would then take her back to his bedroom and, before long, back to his bed.
She was sore in the best way and treasured every joining, though she tried hard not to think about the fact that soon she would be heading home, back to California. Although it was likely Reyes would insist on relocating both her and her mother to a different state. He feared someone from Starlin would happen to see her and the nightmare would start all over again.
How far away that world seemed to her now: her simple accountant’s life, her mother’s infirm condition, the boredom she’d endured in her day-to-day routine. The thought of returning didn’t hold even a spark of interest for her, except to be with her mother. And she really hated the thought that once she left Reyes’s world, he might be forced to resume some sort of physical relationship with Sweet Dove in order to gain access to the information he needed to take Starlin down.
She shuddered at the thought.
Each day, usually at mealtime, Reyes would spend an hour or two on the Starlin Web site to familiarize himself with the organization. He’d also exchanged several e-mails with Sweet Dove since he’d broken out of his chains.
Angelica read the e-mails as well, and would have been appalled by the sadistic nature of the content if she hadn’t come to understand how vile Sweet Dove really was.
Reyes continued to play Sweet Dove by tempting her with explicit, sexual suggestions, but at the same time dwelling on the importance of an equal partnership with her. Sweet Dove in turn seemed to have gotten over her rage that Reyes had escaped her shackles and would never be returning to her as her slave.
Angelica knew the careful line Reyes walked with Sweet Dove. He had to convince her that acting as a consensual partner could be more fulfilling than the slave-slaver relationship Sweet Dove really wanted. And with each exchange Sweet Dove seemed to be relenting a little more.
It seemed Sweet Dove wanted him even more, now that she couldn’t have him.
The day before the masked ball at the Crystal Dome, the finale for the three weeks of Starlin events, Reyes surfaced from studying the organization’s Web site. He sat at the table in the sitting room, his laptop open. “I think we need to do something to corroborate my plan to fake your death following the masquerade tomorrow night.”