Page 53 of The Sanguine Selection
Mikhail tugs me around and stands next to his brother. “Our little pet is almost perfect.”
“Now to just find her a fluffy tail,” Marek suggests and my jaw drops open. The vampire king narrows his eyes. “Keep that mouth open and I’ll find something to fill it up with.”
I quickly shut my mouth, heat blazing on my cheeks as my eyes shift to Mikhail, remembering what we’ve done. He smiles down at me and flicks the bell, causing it to chime. “Something tells me, she might like that, brother.”
Marek opens the door with a wave of his hand. “The part where we shove a tail in her ass or have her kneeling and gagging on our cocks?”
If possible, my cheeks flame even more as Mikhail laughs but my body elicits another response, a low curling in my belly followed by a dampening between my legs. Mikhail's laugh comes to a screeching halt as he sniffs, Marek doing the same.
Oh gods…
They glare at each other, then tug me along by my leash, bare feet padding on the cold stone floors of the castle. I want to ask where we’re going but know I’d suffer for it, and they wouldn’t tell me anyways. I’m led through the castle, over the bridge and down several flights of stairs to a hallway I’ve been in before. Private rooms line this corridor, and things happen within them. Things that have my fear amping up and my heart racing.
Marek enters a dark space with low, stone ceilings and empty stone walls. A few sconces are lit, casting a yellow glow. There’s no furniture and no windows either. The room is occupied by several vampire males leaning against the back wall and my pulse quickens as we approach them. I wrap my arms around myself as the vampires look at me inquisitively, baring their fangs and hissing. Do they mean to leave me here with them? I start to tremble as Mikhail lets out a low snarl. The vampires retract their fangs and drop to their knees. “Leave us,” he demands and they scurry away, whispering apologies to their kings.
“I’m sure you’re wondering why we’ve brought you here, Blood Slave,” Marek begins, taking the leash from Mikhail. “You see, your kings are feelingravenoustonight and we thought you might like a change of scenery while we dine.”
I’d roll my eyes if I wasn’t so scared. Change of scenery? And they bring me to an empty room with no windows.
“You have permission to speak, if you wish,” Mikhail says, rather nonchalantly as Marek cocks his head, staring with those strange, blazing golden eyes.
“I…Umm… I was wondering…if you wanted to give me a change of scenery and all which is so nice of you I might add. Umm..” God I’m blowing it. I finally have permission to talk, and I just stumble over my words.
“Continue…” Marek croons, inching closer.
The twins cage me between their hard bodies, their hands gliding along my skin causing my mind to cease working. “Umm. It's just that… well…there's nothing to see in here,” I manage to squeak out as one hand curls around my throat and another skates up my thigh.” This isn’t a change of scenery, it’s literally no scenery.”
“Oh that is a problem, isn’t it Marek,” Mikhail murmurs, his lips ghosting along my neck.
Marek’s hand pauses, just hovering over my sex. “It is indeed.” His finger ever so gently, skims down my slit causing my breath to catch. “We must rectify this, immediately.”
In an instant, we vanish from the room and appear in another. “Whoa,” I mumble on unsteady feet. Mikhail has his hands on my hips, stabilizing me as I take in this new area. It’s a large room, with soft lighting. And this one is anything but empty.
Dark leather furniture is spread through the room, and several vampires are occupying them, along with… humans? Mostly naked men and women are…servicing the vampires with their blood or bodies. There’s so many vampires. And the sounds, the slurping and the moaning.
Oh gods.
Me and my stupid mouth.
“Devils tits, where have you brought us, brother?” Marek asks, in feigned surprise, his gaze moving from couch to couch.
Mikhail shifts his gaze to me. “A change of scenery.”
My body is weightless for a moment, then I’m suddenly sprawled out on my back, the leash wound around my wrists which are held over my head. Mikhail straddles my hips with his thighs then tears my frock in half, baring me completely. “Such a good idea you had, little slave. We should allow you to speak more often.”
Then he’s on me, tongue dragging down my belly and lower. Marek holds my wrists firmly as he toys with one nipple while bringing the other into his mouth. Fuck it feels so good, like a connection exists between my breasts and my sex.
Mikhail slides down my legs, freeing them from his thighs before spreading mine apart. He presses one ankle against the back of the couch, while holding the other wide.
I close my eyes, horrified at what he sees, what he’ll find there. “What’s this,” Mikhail coos, then I feel his tongue gently tasting me, licking my entrance. “Mmm. You taste so good, slave. Tell me, do you like my tongue in your cunt?”
I can literally feel myself clenching around the air but can’t bring the words to form on my lips.
“Pity,” he says, and my eyes fly open as he lifts his head.
“Yes,” I shout a little too loudly as Marek drags his teeth over my nipple. I arch into him, the pleasure inside me building.
Mikhail's eyes grow molten and he bares his fangs, lowering his mouth to me again. He slips a finger inside of me and circles a sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue. Soon I’m writhing against his face, needing more. So much more. Marek licks up to my neck, sucking the soft flesh into his mouth, his hand still plucking my nipple. He pinches hard and I gasp, eyes widening but not seeing anything as Marek’s fangs pierce my flesh.
