Chapter 5

Five

Sometimes I wonder if my need for sleep is a trait I inherited from my witch mother. Witches are the humans that decided to continue to embrace magic, to appreciate the natural wonder of power that used to be available to every sentient, breathing creature. Until some not so sapient homo sapien dreamed up a God who decided wielding nature’s gifts was evil. I’ll never understand why so many humans went rabid for a sales pitch that only offers proof after the big sleep. I’m highly suspicious the whole bit of bushwah was dreamed up by some jingle-brained jasper with a small cock and no ability to cast.

Vampires barely need any sleep. The old ones got in the habit before day walking spells existed. Younger vamps, at least those with wealthy families, get tattoos as soon as they are born. I got one when I was twelve, hundreds of years ago, but I often go years without refreshing the spell. I love the night. And I love sleeping.

The first thing that broke through the depths of my slumber was the sound. Soft, breathy moans, unpunctuated by protest. The soft rasp of skin against skin, the pop of a kiss followed by harsh breathing, and hiss of air through teeth followed by the masculine, possessive groan only an alpha shifter can make.

The sounds were almost enough to wake me, but the scent of her is what cracked open my eyes. Sweet vanilla and cinnamon writhed and twisted around the heady, musky scent of amber laced with cardamom and bergamot. No more expensive perfume, just her natural scent and a little soap and shampoo. My bed shifts when she parts her legs, dragging one over my satin sheets. My mouth waters, my fangs dropping so fast I cut my bottom lip.

Seeing Phang in my room wakes me up fully. Sniffing once more, I catch his natural oaky scent under the fragrance of his wolf made soap and aftershave. His shirt is off, and his trousers are hanging open as he kneels between Galena’s legs.

What the fuck is going on? I carefully keep my eyes locked on Galena’s face, unwilling to interrupt whatever game these two are playing in my bed. Even though I don’t need any light to see what’s happening, I reach over and hit the switch next to my bed, desperate to see her ruby lips in the amber glow of my wall sconces.

Galena’s dark tresses are wet, towel dried into natural waves that splay over my pillows. She’s propped up on her elbows, intently staring at the broad chest and rippling washboard abdominals of the massive wolf shifter in front of her. The sconces on the wall throw soft beams of sepia on her face, darkening her lashes to soot and her painted lips to a shade of burgundy I didn’t know my dick preferred until this moment.

This is wrong. So very wrong. Galena is our client. She’s emotionally distressed. She’s female, and human, and she’s suffered multiple losses. She came to us defenseless, in the dark of night, tragic and sodden in her heels and sequins, ready to pay any amount to get her sister back.

My mouth opens wider as I suck in a breath to voice my objection. Galena has sought our protection. We cannot touch her. “Save it. You’re projecting your thoughts so loudly my brain hurts. There is no place here for your misguided chivalry. I don’t need you to make decisions for me and there are no doors, other than your fly, that I need opened. Join in or fuck off, Fürst.”

“I…this is my bedroom,” I yelp indignantly.

Galena ignores my objection, managing to roll her eyes at me before moaning for Phang. “Oh, oh, right there.” She draws in a breath, her breasts rising as she inhales. My jaw drops as one of Phang’s white, unfastened, button down shirts slips off her shoulder. One of his hands is splayed over the soft swell of her belly, his thumb dipping into her sex to rub her clit while his other bicep flexes, two of his long slender fingers buried, working her dripping cunt to weeping. Her head falls back, her lashing fluttering as she sinks into the well of her pleasure with no shame.

Galena Gharlick enjoying sex with no reticence is the single hottest thing I’ve witnessed. Not since the days of pagan worship have I witnessed a female command her satisfaction so brazenly. “It’s my pleasure,” she moans. “Fürst, join us. I need your ice to temper his fire.”

I rarely indulge in casual sex. Sex for a vamp that cannot separate feeding and affection comes with a full set of baggage, and Galena doesn’t need to shoulder the weight of my personal shit right now. But I can’t turn my back on her either. I draw up my legs and slip behind her at a speed that earns a surprised gasp as I gently lift her upper body and rest her weight into my lap. She lands with her spine laying against the length of my erection. The ethics of the situation can be hashed out later. Right now, Galena needs release. As much as I want to join in, as much as I want to participate, my rules are holding me back.

Phang’s eyes bore a hole through my skull, his gaze full of questions I can’t answer. I ignore him and run my fingertips down her arms, leaning over her to grate in her ear. “Tell me Galena, are you going to be a good girl for Phang?”

Her next breath shudders. “Depends.”

“What do we do to the disobedient Phang?” With the lightest touch I can manage, I graze the underside of her breasts. They’re small, pert, the exact opposite of her thick, ripe thighs. The urge to grasp her arms and flip her over, just to see how thick her derrière is, thrums through me, filling my cock to the point of pain.

My fingers curl. Pain. A stimulus I can refuse with only the greatest restraint. Pain, when desired, is the most delicious spice. A draft of pulsing human blood, ripe with a skillfully evoked, potent blend of oxytocin, endorphin, and dopamine is a cocktail I haven’t enjoyed in a long time. A voice inside my head whispers, insistent, unwilling to be denied, that Galena could give me exactly what I crave.

Her breathing has become harsh gasps. Her stomach is rolling under Phang’s splayed fingers as her hips buck and jerk. She’s so close, oh so close, and I see the regret etched in Phang’s face as he stops the rhythmic circling around her nub and withdraws his fingers from her pussy.

Galena’s mouth falls open as the building ecstasy on her face begins to morph into shock. Her brows begin to draw together. Phang pops his fingers in his mouth, sucking hard as he pulls them out. Galena’s eyes watch as his eyes flutter shut. He groans. “Mm. Galena, you taste like willing sacrifice and tender promises. But we can make you sweeter yet. We can make you taste like holiest of honey.”

Her eyes widen, then narrow. “Why should I care what I taste like?” She shifts, restlessly, bringing her knees up and rubbing them together. “Why did you stop?” she mewls plaintively, her voice thick with need for Phang to resume his ministrations and bring her to completion.

“Phang, do you like her tone?” I ask silkily, leaning over her again. My cock juts up her back as I hook my hands under her knees.

“I do not. She’s greedy. And she hasn’t earned the right to beg.” Her eyes crinkle as she bites her lower lip in confusion. Galena was raised a little rich girl. She’s never had to beg for anything. Her mystification is real. Maintaining my grip on the soft flesh under her knees, I pull back, spreading her legs as I curl her into a loose C. Jealousy flares as I lift her ass up, presenting her wet sex like a platter of the finest fruit to my partner.

Our eyes meet. Galena needs something that stings enough to draw her attention from the constant pain in her heart. We can’t absolve her grief, but we can offer a respite. I dip my head. Phang’s eyes brighten.

The slap comes from the side. Galena cries out as Phang’s spanking presses her hard against my cock. Phang rumbles, her growls low and possessive as he rubs her bottom. The room is silent except for her gasping breaths and the gritty noises coming from the wolf between her legs. The epitome of patience, Phang balances his weight on his knees as he rubs her ass until her stomach relaxes and she begins to sag.

Whack! Swiftly he slaps the other side of her ass and the clap he produces sings. She yelps, glancing up to give me a dirty look. “Doth thy lady protest?” I ask, grinning evilly. She can object, and we’ll stop in an instant. But she cannot deny what’s happening. The scent of her arousal is strong. Her pheromones simmer like a rich sauce on my tongue. The evidence of her desire has filled the room, coating our airways, while short circuiting our lust-palsied male brains. Phang’s hands have sprouted fur, and when he rubs her ass, his claws dimple her flesh.

“Please, Phang. Stop messing around and fuck me,” Her tongue darts out to wet lips dry from panting. She bucks once in frustration.

Her defiance earns her two more slaps. “Shit. Fuck!” she spits, her chest heaving as Phang rubs both of her cheeks at the same time. This time when his hand makes contact with her flesh, she slides up my dick. Wet with her sweat and my precum, the vacuum of her skin against mine has created a channel in the runnel of her spine. Every time Phang spanks her bottom it’s like a stroke inside of her.

Phang continues to rub, waiting for me to signal I’m okay.

If I nod, he’ll continue. A single tear runs down the right side of her face. I lean further and lick it off her cheek. The scent of her blood, so pure, so fresh, so free from disease and poor diet, beckons like a sanguine siren song. My fangs ache, pounding the same as the bone deep thrum in my cock.

I consider exchanging positions with Phang. His eyes glow yellow in the faint amber light of the room, aural with his desire. The color of his irises is heightened by the exertion of restraint. His intentions are clear. He isn’t going to fuck her. Her saw her need, and brought her down her, so I could witness his gift to her. The only way to maintain his honor and sate her need is to deny himself.

Steadily he rubs her ass. I curl her up a bit more, trying to see the glorious source of the flavor coating my mouth. What would she taste like if I pressed my lips to swollen entrance? The mere thought of her cum sliding down throat is the finally straw.

“Phang,” I grit out, my chest heaving in time to Galena’s. He blinks. He leans down. Taking a deep breath, he begins to exhale, blowing air across one cheek, over her the tight bud of her asshole, and onto the other cheek. Then he slaps her one last time, two sharp, quick strikes to each side, and then one decisive rap against her center.

Her shoulder blades retract as her head flings back. Phang drops his mouth between her thighs as her orgasm bursts out of both her pussy and her throat. She writhes, moaning, gasping, and panting, so lost in her own release I’m not sure if she feels the spurting ejaculate up her back.

Phang watches her, a look of fondness spreading across his face as he gets up and buckles his trousers. He walks out, returning with a warm washcloths. I set her legs down, chuckling as they fall flat in a boneless heap. Delicately, as she winds down, he wipes her thighs and sex clean, careful to save the still sensitive nub for last. “Sit,” he orders gently.

He doesn’t bat an eye as he cleans up my cum, smeared over the landscape of her shapely back. She takes the rag from him, refolds it, and turns to wash me up. Folding her legs in a crisscross, she tosses the rag on my end table, completely at ease with her nudity. “Thank you.” She offers her gratitude simply, resting her chin on her knuckles. Ruby red nails flash as she tucks a waterfall of now dried, sexed crunched curls behind one ear. “Can we get something to eat and then talk about what Phang found? I’m ready now. I don’t want to make any decisions regarding my father’s funeral without my sister.”

“What did you discover Phang?” I ask as I drop a chaste kiss on Galena’s cheek. Her grateful smile eases some of the turmoil inside. “And don’t lie to me. Whatever it is, I can tell by your face I’m not going to like it.” I glance at Galena, taking in the fierce determination on her face. She’s willing to do anything to find her sister. And so are we.

To be continued…