Midnight Magic, page 137
It would be perfect. They were perfect. He felt it in his gut. He was positive Dash felt the same for the woman. Considering he took her to Brazil, that spoke volumes of the man. He seldom left New Orleans, and when he did, it was for business, never for pleasure.
As they made their way toward Malik’s office, James Adam, one of their servants, bowed his head slightly.
“James,” Dash started. “By chance, did you happen to see Brandi recently?”
“Yes, sir, I did,” he answered.
“How long ago?” he asked.
James checked his watch, then answered, “About fifteen minutes ago, I believe. She was in quite a state. Tears and she ran right past me. I don’t even think she knew I was there.”
“Any idea why she was upset?” Bishop asked.
He shook his head. “I heard her yell out and I came to investigate, but by the time I saw her, whatever gave her a fright apparently disappeared. There was no one else about.”
Dash nodded. “Thank you, James.”
“You’re welcome, sir.”
As the older man toddled off, Bishop turned to Dash. “I’ll kill him if he touched her inappropriately.”
Dash placed his hands on Bishop’s shoulders and locked onto his gaze. “No one will die today, brother. We are simply investigating, correct?”
Bishop nodded.
“Right, and we’ll give him a fair trial to find out what happened, yeah?”
Bishop let out a long breath and nodded once more.
“Bom,” he whispered. He released Bishop and the pair began their trek to where Malik’s office was. The trio never had quarrels with one another. They seldom disagreed on anything. Malik was very headstrong, but it was why he was a perfect fit for leading the Covenant for North and South America.
Standing just outside his door, Bishop turned to his brother. “Innocent until proven guilty, eh?”
Dash smirked. “Well, that’s the plan. Come. Let’s do this.”
Bishop rapped on the door, then turned the knob. “Hey, Malik. Busy?”
“I’m always busy, but you know I’ll always make time for you. Come in.”
Once inside, Dash closed the door behind them. His brother didn’t waste any time. Dash marched over to Malik’s desk and pressed his fists into the wood. “Why is she crying?”
Malik lifted a brow. “Whom are we speaking of?”
“Don’t fuck around with this,” Bishop warned. “You know exactly who we’re talking about.”
Malik stood from his chair and made his way around the desk. Dash took a step back when Malik sat on the edge of it. “I have no idea why women cry, and for that matter, why she’s crying.”
Bishop crossed his arms over his chest and stood, feet shoulder width apart. Anger began to course through him. Malik did something.
Innocent until proven guilty, my ass.
“Really?” he asked. “So, she was just in here and she left abruptly, running down the hallway. James saw her when she flew past him. She was crying. I connected the dots. It was you.”
Malik shook his head, then pinched the bridge of his nose. “She came in here with this idea we were going to spend intimate time together. Just me and her. She thought we were going to go jet setting. I quickly disabused her of the notion.”
“Fuck,” Dash groaned.
Bishop tilted his head down and a soft, maniacal laugh escaped him.
“Dear God,” Dash started. “How did you live as long as you did? More importantly, do you even remember being human?”
As Malik started to answer, Bishop cut him off.
“How about being a young woman living in a house with three strange men? How about that, eh?”
Malik pushed off his desk and pointed at Dash, then to Bishop. “First off, you don’t come in here accusing me of anything. Second, well, I was never a young woman. How would I remember that?”
“You’re an asshole,” Bishop accused. “You wanted her, you picked her, and yet, you push her away. Why? What is this cat and mouse game of yours?”
“You’re treading on dangerous grounds, my brother. Watch your tongue around me. I am still your superior.”
“And we are still your brothers,” Dash reminded him.
“That you are, but I’m warning you now. Drop the tone. Yes, I picked her, but also realize I will never be with her the way she thinks. You two may frolic with her as much as you wish, I could give two fucks. But for me, she’s only here as sustenance. Even then, that’s a stretch.” He turned his back to his men and walked over to the window in his office.
The landscape was dark as night had fallen. The stars were bright in the New Orleans sky, and the moon was a crescent.
“You know why I cannot be with her the way she longs for,” he whispered.
“That’s not a good enough reason to make the woman cry,” Bishop countered. “Human or vampire, feelings are involved. Imagine her life and what she’s been through for just one moment. Your rejection of her just signifies everything she’s ever thought of herself. Did you ever consider that?”
In an instant, Malik had Bishop pinned to the wall, his hand at his throat. “One more word and I’ll rip out your throat.”
Bishop grabbed Malik’s hand and pried it off his body. “You treat her like that again, it’ll be my hand at your throat.” He pushed Malik back and straightened his shirt. “We need to go put out the fire you started.”
“Hopefully, we’ll be able to convince her to stay here,” Dash added. “As you’re well aware, she could get out of her contract at any time.”
“Yes, I’m quite aware as I’m the one who signed that mandate in when a blood demon was locked away and starved by her vampire.”
Bishop thought about the poor woman. It was an unfortunate event that no one knew ahead of time before the blood demon perished. The vampire was executed shortly thereafter. This had occurred maybe three hundred years ago.
He’d heard of a another in France who was doing something similar to his blood demon. Jean-Paul, the leader of the European coven, had started the investigation, but they’d heard nothing further, as of yet.
“We need to go clean up your mess, then,” Bishop warned. “You’re unbelievable. You don’t treat anyone, human or vampire, the way you treated Brandi, regardless of what you’ve been through.”
“We’ve all been through shit, eh?” Dash started. “But it gives you no right to treat her like she’s beneath you.”
“Leave my office. Now,” Malik ordered and turned away from his brothers. “I will not repeat myself.”
Bishop growled under his breath and when Dash rested a hand on his shoulder, his brother shook his head in warning.
Nodding, Bishop went for the door and opened it. “You better hope we can salvage the damage you caused.” The pair left the room and Bishop made sure to slam the door behind him.
CHAPTER 12
Assuming the removal of a vampire from a contract was even possible, would Dash and Bishop continue to remain here in this home with Malik?
Would they want to after his treatment of her?
Would they actually care?
She thought they would. A part of her, deep down, knew they accepted her. Even though she wasn’t a true blood demon, she brought something to the table. They chose her, not the other way around. She was their concubine and they were her vampires.
Period.
However, what would it mean to Malik?
Would he feel betrayed?
Not that it necessarily mattered to her right now, it would, in the long run, matter to Dash and Bishop.
The only part of this not in her corner was they had been brothers-in-arms for centuries, whereas she’s been here for what, a second? Well, more like a few weeks, at this point, but compared to centuries it felt as if it were nothing more than miniscule.
And that’s exactly how Malik made her feel. As if she were inept.
She may not have a college education, she may not have shit to her name, but she had her fucking pride.
Wiping her eyes, she sniffed, staring out her bedroom window. She pulled her legs to her chest and rested her cheek on her knees. She had never felt like a prisoner to any type of institution, but today, that’s exactly how she felt. She was here for one reason and one reason one: sustenance. She let her feelings get in the way of all that had happened.
Dash and Bishop may not have treated her as such, but she couldn’t get the nagging feeling to stop poking her as a reminder of why she was there. In the distance, a raccoon scurried across the lawn under the light of the moon. His eyes glowed as he looked toward her window.
How I wish to be free, just like you.
She let out a long sigh. Her heart leapt at the knock on her bedroom door. Not expecting anyone right now, she didn’t answer. Brandi wasn’t in the mood to talk. Even if it was Malik coming to apologize, but she had serious doubts it was him.
Once more, the knock. Then a voice.
“Brandi?” It was Bishop. “Brandi, please let us in. Dash and I would like a word.”
Taking in a deep breath, she exhaled and crawled across her bed. She padded toward the door and made one last effort to wipe at her face, hoping mascara and who knows what else wasn’t streaked down her cheeks.
She opened the door and kept her gaze cast to the floor. She saw only two sets of feet, not three.
* * *
Two men who cared enough to check on her, not three.
“Brandi,” Dash started. “Whatever Malik said to you, it was not us.”
“He has… issues,” Bishop added.
She raised her gaze to his. “Has issues? What does that have to do with me? I didn’t do anything to deserve the treatment he handed out.”
“I agree,” Dash added. “However, there is a story there, but it’s his to tell, when he’s ready.”
“Story or not, it wasn’t right.” She lowered her gaze once more and stepped aside, allowing the vampires to enter her room. As they walked past, she inhaled their scent, relishing in how they smelled. It was like taking in the sweetest candy, like a smooth piece of chocolate that melted on your tongue, yet, to be able to savor it long after it dissolved.
Then, another person—no, two people—approached the door. Her brows furrowed. “Who are you?”
“We thought we’d give you a treat,” Bishop answered. “Meet Margot and Harry. They work for the Covenant. They are massage therapists and we thought you might enjoy this.”
She smiled and lifted a brow. “I’ve never had a massage before.”
Mary was young, maybe in her twenties. She was slender, yet, fit. Her hair was long and blonde. She reminded Brandi of a Swedish dancer she would see on TV when she was a child. She imagined the woman dancing while holding beer steins.
Then there was Harry. He was anything but hairy. He was tall, quite strong, and his white top was almost too small for his arms and chest.
“Good evening, Miss Holmes.” He greeted her with a nod and a German accent. “Please, undress down to your comfort level and cover with the sheet. Then we’ll come in and give you the treatment.”
Brandi shifted her attention to her two vampires. They were both smitten, and looking proud of themselves. Like a cat who just caught a bird outside and brought it in to their master as a gift.
“Well, okay then,” she answered and motioned for everyone to leave. She smiled and the angry, hatred thoughts of Malik quickly disappeared with this turn of events.
As soon as the door was closed, she checked out the table Margo had setup while Harry was talking. It was wide, sturdy, and the oils they brought were yellow, blue, and orange. She lifted the lids of each and inhaled the aromas, grinning.
She quickly disrobed and laid her clothes neatly on the bed.
Panties or no panties?
She grinned and pulled those off as well.
She climbed upon the table, then covered herself with the sheet. She was greeted with a heating pad on her back and she closed her eyes, relishing in the heat.
“Okay, you may come in,” she announced and looked at the door. Only Margot and Harry entered.
“Your gentlemen will return once we’re done,” Margot told her, as if reading her mind.
Brandi nodded and closed her eyes. The moment both masseuse touched her body, she groaned and let relaxation take over.
“All right, Miss Brandi,” Margot whispered in her ear. “Take your time getting up. Don’t feel rushed. Harry and I will leave the room while you get yourself together.”
“That won’t be necessary,” Bishop announced.
Brandi glanced over at the door and found him and Dash standing in the doorframe. They looked exquisite as both had their hands in their dress pant pockets, shirts unbuttoned at the top, and sleeves rolled half up their forearms.
Had someone told them that was her preferred look in a man?
Because the way they stood there, it was as if they stepped off a shoot of Playgirl Magazine. Hello, vampires!
“As you wish,” Harry answered. He and Margot gathered their supplies, minus the table she still lay upon.
As Brandi sat up and held the sheet around her body, she felt her nipples graze against the softness of the fabric that separated her from her vampires.
Dash and Bishop stepped into the room just as the door closed behind them. They approached slowly, deliberately taking their time. They were stalking their prey and Brandi would combust soon if they didn’t come closer to touch her, kiss her, taste her.
She followed them with her eyes as Dash took to one side of the table and Bishop the other.
“How are you feeling now?” Bishop asked and brushed her hair behind her ear.
“Relaxed and sated,” she answered. “Do you wish for me to dress?” She prayed the answer was no. She wanted this with both of her vampires in a need of desperation. Her pussy quivered at the thought of having them both inside her. She’d never had anal sex, but she was willing to try it with them.
“Good,” Dash told her and leaned in. He pushed her hair behind her shoulder, then pressed his lips to her cheek, just next to her ear. “Are you okay with us both in here?”
Instead of answering his question, she let go of the sheet and reached for them. She grasped their shirts as the linen fell to her legs. Her breasts exposed, she tugged Bishop to her and lifted her head.
His lips came down on hers and they were soft, but only for a moment. His ferocity seemed to take over when he cradled her head, laying her back on the table. She felt him move the sheet from her body and a shiver rushed through her, and it wasn’t from being cold.
She gasped when Dash sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. His tongue swirled and he sucked her tight bud hard, letting it go with a pop. He slid one hand across her belly and massaged the other breast, pinching her taut skin.
Bishop pulled away from her and looked into her eyes. “You’re exquisite.”
She smirked and pulled him closer to her once more. “Kiss me.”
“I want to do more than that, my love,” he whispered, then slanted his mouth across hers. Their tongues danced and an occasional gasp escaped her when Dash would nibble or suck almost too hard. “Can we move you to your bed?” he asked against her lips.
She nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck. Dash released her and Bishop scooped her into his arms. Carrying her to her bed, he set her on the edge, then coaxed her back.
“Relax for me, my love,” Bishop said. “And open your legs. I want to taste your pussy. I want to make you come to the point you’re begging for my cock.”
“Fuck,” she whispered. “I kind of want that now.”
He and Dash chuckled and both men stripped themselves of their clothes. Her Viking, solid with muscle and his blond hair hung around his shoulders, and her Brazilian lover, his body toned and magnificent. Both approached her and she looked down to their cocks, then grinned.
“You’re both so… wow.” She shook her head. “I want to suck one of you while the other fucks me.”
“My love,” Bishop started as he lowered himself to his knees. “We can definitely make that happen. Now, lie back.”
She did as he asked, and she grinned at Dash when he climbed onto the bed behind her.
“How about I have her lean against me and have her watch?” He settled in and held her against him, seated perfectly.
“Fuck yes,” Bishop growled. He pressed his palms to her inner thighs and pushed them further apart. “She’s already so wet, Dash.” He pushed a finger inside her.”
She gasped and nibbled on her lip.
He pulled the digit out and sucked her juices off. “Mmm, exquisite.” He pushed his finger back in once more, then pulled it out for Dash.
She wasn’t sure what to think of one man sucking another’s finger, but it was extremely hot. “Question?”
“Yes, love,” Dash answered. He reached around her and pinched her nipples.
She loved how these two made her feel, and fuck, she was turned on. “Do you two, or three, ever… umm, you know, with each other?”
Dash chuckled. “They wish.”
She giggled at his remark.
Bishop smirked. “No love, we haven’t and we won’t. The three of us are as straight as a board. However, we have vampire males who swing both ways, as well as women. When you’ve lived as long as we have, you tend to try new things.” He shrugged. “It wasn’t for us.”
“Oh, so you’ve tried?”
He nodded. “We all have. It’s just not for us. Now, if I may? I have something I’d love to do.”
She nibbled on her lip again as Bishop winked at her. He lowered himself to her pussy and, using his fingers, pressed her lips apart.
“Oh, yes, brother, fuck yes. She’s perfect.” He bent down further, then licked her clit.”
She gasped and her hips bucked. “Holy shit,” she gasped. “Do that again.”
He didn’t hesitate when he licked her again. Bishop flicked her clit in a speed humanly impossible. Then, he sucked on her, rolling the bundle of nerves across his tongue.
