A Rogue's Power Part 12

69.

He wrapped his arms around the woman, and her head tipped of its own accord for him. Her hands flexed as he punctured her neck, but she didn't make a peep. He dug his claws into her sides, the silky fabric pulling up to reveal her bare knees.

Dante stepped forward and Lucia held out the woman's arm to him. He graciously accepted with a polite bow, then bit into the donor's wrist. The woman flinched. A moan escaped her tender, pale lips.

I stood, perplexed by it all. Sweat dripped from my brow. I could smell the blood in the air and hear the wanton need of Dante and Brice as they drank from her. I fought the rising tide of my l.u.s.t rising through me.

"Malachi?" Lucia whispered. "Will you not join us?"

I had to be courteous. She was, after all, an elder vampir , like Raphael. I swallowed hard and took a step towards the frenzy. Lucia offered the woman's other wrist. I gripped her extended arm and slowly lowered my fangs to the inside of her palm.

Another moan echoed from the donor. It hit me hard. My c.o.c.k quivered, trapped in tight jeans, wanting to be freed. My face burned in exquisite pain. Her blood made my heart jump into my throat.

"Dante"-Lucia's voice filtered through my needy grunts-"you should have informed me of this before."

Dante had pulled away solemnly. "I apologise, ma'am, for not informing you."

He grabbed my shoulder and eased me away from the woman. I tore at her skin with my fangs, biting straight into her fingers until my fangs ached from the cold, invading air.

Blood dripped to the floor. A rustle of fabric caught my ears as the donor sank to the floor.

"Malachi." Dante slapped my cheek. My vision flicked towards him. "Let's go."

Brice whined as we walked back towards the entrance. I squirmed in Dante's tight grip, needing more, wanting much, much more than just blood.

"Thank you, Lucia, for your service to the Order. We will be in touch." Dante bowed his head with an apologetic grin.

She curtseyed. "And thank you, Dante, for bringing a well-chosen donor home for us."

Her eyes narrowed. "But you will not bring him back until he's learnt to control his l.u.s.t."

Dante patted my back. "I'm in the process of helping him control it, ma'am."

"I'm sure you are, but we have no need for violence in our realm."*

70.

"Again, I must apologise for the inconvenience." He turned from her watchful eyes.

"Come, let's go."

Dante pushed me forward. I stumbled outside, taking in the cool fresh night air. The moon sparkled, and I soaked in its celestial light in the hope that the fire would die in my bones. It didn't. Instead, it grew, causing me to tremble in place.

"Stay with him, Dante." Brice circled around to the driver's side.

Dante opened the van's back door, and I struggled to catch myself as I lifted my weakening body to step inside. All I could do was fall to my face with my nose buried in the fuzzy carpet, the fabric tickling my nostrils.

On the inside, my body suffered. I needed the energy now more than ever. I breathed deep. Immediately, the smothering aroma of gas fumes and dirty vintage filled my senses.

Dante knelt beside me, caressing my back.

The vehicle rumbled and tyres squealed as Brice took off out of the driveway.

"You'll be alright," Dante whispered calmly.

I shook my head, digging my face deeper into the s.h.a.g. "d.a.m.n, it hurts!"

"How's your boy doing back there?" Brice asked.

"Speed up, Brice. Get us the f.u.c.k home!"

"No! I'm not going to make it," I huffed. The carpet singed my fingertips as I sc.r.a.ped my nails into the fabric.

"Stay in control," Dante said. "You're strong enough to manage it."

I chuckled. "Easy for you to say."

"Brice. Get on a back road," Dante commanded.

"What?"

"Just f.u.c.king do it."

Cool air brushed against my skin as Dante eased my T-s.h.i.+rt over my shoulders. He ma.s.saged my back. Each one of his fingers lit a spark that ignited my core. The fire tingled and burned from head to toe. I let out another heavy breath into the s.h.a.g and choked with the heat of my blood-dirtied breath.

The cold didn't help me relax. Far from it. Uncomfortable from the unsettled energy, my body trembled out of control.

Dante kissed my shoulder with moist lips and my heart thumped hard within my chest.

"I'll have to settle this now," he whispered.*

71.

Those calming words went straight to my shaft. Something inside me changed. I struggled to flip onto my back, facing him with narrowed eyes. His red, compelling eyes peered back at me, ready. d.a.m.n, I needed him more than ever.

He embraced me and lowered his lips to mine. The heat had me melting straight into him. I braced myself for impact, l.u.s.tfully pressing my lips against his. I drank in the taste of blood on his lips and scented his sweet cologne. I opened my mouth for him, allowing his tongue to dart between my lips. My c.o.c.k twitched painfully. Gooseb.u.mps scattered on my skin.

"How's he doing?" Brice asked.

The hum of the wind around the van silenced. Wheels screeched and the motion stopped.

"f.u.c.k this." Brice had hopped out of his seat. "Move over."

Dante pulled away, allowing Brice to lean over me. He l.u.s.tfully stared into my eyes, his eyebrows crooked. "A psi vamp? Awesome."

I attempted to sit up. h.e.l.l if I knew what was on Brice's mind.

"Brice." Dante grabbed his arm, but he shook him away.

Brice pressed a warm hand into my chest. I lay back on the fuzzy carpet, breathing in his unfamiliar, heady scent as he leaned over. He brushed his lips over mine, and immediately my fangs-and c.o.c.k-ached.

"You really want some of this?" I whispered.

"Oh, h.e.l.l yeah, baby."

"Brice!" Dante warned, but it was too late.

His lips were already pressed against mine, drinking in my pa.s.sion. I wrapped my arms around his taut back, digging my fingernails into his skin, and he groaned in excitement. I threw one leg over his, forcing him onto his back.

I leaned over him and his red eyes widened as he realised that I was in full control. In a frenzy, I lifted his s.h.i.+rt over his head then threw it on the backseat next to us. His skin heated under my tongue as I lapped at his neck and down his chest to a hardened nipple.

"Oh f.u.c.k," he breathed when I sc.r.a.ped a rigid bud with my fangs.

I ravished him, scented him like a wolf, then dug my fangs into his flesh. Blood oozed from his nipple and onto my tongue. I drank the liquor quickly before his wound closed.*

72.

Dante remained the quiet onlooker for minutes before I felt his gentle touch sear into my shoulder. A groan hummed through my lips as his hand wandered down my back to my waist. He moved away from my side, disappearing from sight.

But his controlling hands were still there. He wandered around to my stomach and quickly wrenched at my jeans, loosening my waistband. Relief, even just a little, helped me to relax.

I moved my lips down Brice's abs, ravis.h.i.+ng his salty skin, licking a line straight down to the small tuft of hair on his stomach. A needy moan emerged from his lips. He found my hair, grasping and directing me further. I grabbed his crotch, framing his hard c.o.c.k trapped in his jeans.

I was right there, right in the f.u.c.king moment. Every time Dante moved to another part of my body, a rush ran down my spine, cooling me and lighting me on fire once more. Every time my lips found Brice's skin, another flame rose through my cheeks.

Brice helped me loosen his jeans. I drank in his musky scent, lowering my lips to his hardened shaft.

Cool air grazed my naked a.s.s once Dante had my jeans down to my knees. He brushed his moist finger against my hole. There was a tingle in my b.a.l.l.s that radiated into my lower thighs. The flame grew much more intense, burning into my eyes.

He pressed his finger in deep to the knuckle. I rocked my a.s.s up, needing him more and more with every thrust. As he found my prostate, my body trembled and I almost lost my pace.

With a sensual breath, I wrapped my lips around Brice's c.o.c.k. His entire body went taut underneath me. "Oh G.o.d," Brice hummed. "f.u.c.k! That's good."

I felt another of Dante's fingers enter me. My whole body tightened at the added pressure. But it still wasn't enough. The invading energy grew, overwhelming me even more.

Dante hugged my back now. He'd moved his fingers and I felt the pressure of his hard shaft at my a.s.s. He thrust and I groaned loud, the echo trapped inside the van's interior.

He rocked back and forth fervidly, brus.h.i.+ng against that sweet spot that made me gasp in both pain and pleasure. A rus.h.i.+ng tide of spirit swept through my limbs while my body became sensitive.*

73.

Brice let out a l.u.s.tful groan. His c.o.c.k spasmed in my fist, his c.u.m running over my knuckles. He settled into the s.h.a.g carpet for the moment, breathing heavily.

I continued to rock, impaling myself on Dante's shaft. He stretched his legs out underneath me and I rested on him, his smooth hands guiding me as I rode him through to wonderful climax. Every time he pumped his hips, I felt the energy calm slowly. The flush in my cheeks began to wither.

Brice finally struggled up to his knees and he moved to sit in front of me. He sucked on my c.o.c.k and I fought the need rising through my b.a.l.l.s.

Dante circled his tongue around my naked shoulder. I felt his fangs nick me, then he lapped at the cooling blood. I ground my a.s.s on his c.o.c.k. The pressure overwhelmed me. I couldn't hold out much longer. I released onto Brice's waiting tongue.

Soon after, Dante's c.o.c.k pulsed deep inside me.

Taking a quiet moment, my body relaxed almost to the point where I could barely move away from Dante. Once I did, I fell into the carpet, letting it tickle my naked skin and soothe me.

"Holy s.h.i.+t. You two are amazing," Brice said and moved to retrieve his jeans.

I lay there feeling spent and tired, unable to speak. The flame was gone. Depleted. But I felt weak from the crus.h.i.+ng drive instead of alive from the feed, like I should have. My head ached like h.e.l.l. Numbness swarmed over and it was like death all over again.

"Malachi?" Dante's voice came through the darkness.

I couldn't move my lips, nor filter a thought through to him.

He wrapped his arms around me. Picking me up, he held me tight as Brice worked my jeans over my legs, pulling them up snug around my waist. Then Brice backed away, watching a moment. Dante brushed his fingers across my forehead to my cheek, the soft touch calming the pounding in my head.

"You'll be okay, love," he whispered. That word that always had me craving more. I stared up into his soft eyes, wis.h.i.+ng my lips could move so I could repeat that word to him.

The tranquil moment was gone when Brice moved and I felt the van shake. Dante carefully laid me back on the floor to struggle with the b.u.t.ton of his slacks.

"Now why can't I be a psi vamp?" Brice asked.

"I a.s.sure you that you wouldn't want it, young one," Dante warned.*

74.

Suddenly, a pounding knock came from the outside. Dante and Brice stilled a moment before they scrambled towards the side door. The rumble of the door sliding open pounded through my skull adding to my headache.

"What's going on here?" asked an unfamiliar, commanding voice.