Midnight Magic, page 139
So much of the hot and cold from Malik gave her a feeling of whiplash. However, her other two vampires were wonderful. She couldn’t imagine wanting to break the contract, now.
Moments later, they arrived at the restaurant and both ordered the gumbo. When their bowls arrived, Brandi brought a spoonful to her mouth and blew on it.
The breaths and groans of the night she made love with her vampires suddenly consumed her. She dropped her spoon and reached for her water, taking a long gulp.
“Too spicy for you?” Tawne asked.
Brandi shook her head. “I wish it were that. No, it’s… Well, you asked about having everything in my room earlier?”
Tawne leaned forward with a grin. “Yeah?”
She leaned forward and whispered, “My vampires.” She paused and looked to her left, then right, to make sure no one was watching or listening. “I had my first experience with them.”
Tawne audibly gasped.
“Shh,” Brandi warned.
Tawne giggled and shook her head. “You’re fine. People here think Marie LaVeau is still alive. Saying the word, vampire, wouldn’t alert anyone.”
“Be that as it may,” Brandi started and leaned back in her chair. “It was…” She shook her head with a smile. “Amazing.”
“I want to hear all about it, but not over our food. I see them during my visits at the Covenant and can’t picture that… stuff… while I’m eating.”
Brandi laughed and picked up her spoon. “Deal.”
Brandi had never had the experience of shopping for the sake of it. She always bought what she could, when she could. Sometimes, she’d eat scraps from the trash, while others, she’d come across money, or someone felt sorry for her and gave her cash. She’d buy what she could and eat it so fast, she felt miserable. Full, but miserable. She often thought to save the money, but she had to eat.
“Brandi?” Tawne called out her name. “You okay?”
She nodded with a smile. “I sometimes get in my own head.” She held up the two shopping bags. “This is so new to me.”
“I’d say get used to it, but who knows. Maybe you won’t be the shopping kind. I used to not be, but now, I enjoy it. It gives me time out, away from the life as a concubine. It allows me to have my space and do what I want.”
“I can appreciate that,” Brandi told her. “I wonder if the guys would allow me to bring clothes and food to the orphanage, and the shelters.”
“I’m sure they’ll be on board with it. Come, have a seat with me.” Tawne led her to a park bench under a beautiful oak tree. The branches were long, intertwining with one another. The sun was bright and the rays peeked through.
Brandi sat down, noting there was a brief chill on her backside, but it soon faded. There was a group of men playing a game of flag football while their women watched on in boredom. She found it amusing.
The Real Housewives of New Orleans right there.
“So, about the night I was with them,” Brandi started.
“Oh, yes,” Tawne exclaimed. “Tell me every single detail!”
Brandi furrowed her brows at her friend. “I don’t think you want that many details.”
Tawne shrugged. “Whatever you want to tell is fine with me.”
Letting a long breath escape, she glanced up at the tree above them. It was truly one of the most beautiful trees she’d looked upon. She wondered how many children climbed it when the limbs were still low enough.
“Well, it started with a massage.”
“Ooh, nice. Who did it?”
“They hired someone. Well, two people. Once they were done, Bishop and Dash…” She blushed again and grinned.
“Go on,” Tawne said, and poked her arm.
Brandi crossed one leg over the other and turned toward her friend. Lowering her voice, she said, “They stalked me in my bedroom while I was naked on the massage table. They circled it like predators after their prey. I, umm, dropped my sheet and we… Well, you know.”
Tawne giggled and leaned in. “What happened to Malik?”
“Oh, he joined us after we started.”
Tawne lifted her brows and tilted her head. “Interesting. Why wasn’t he there with Bishop and Dash?”
Brandi didn’t want to get into the verbal confrontation she’d had with Malik. Instead, she shrugged. “Late comer? I’m not sure.”
“Well? How was it?”
Brandi leaned back against the bench seat and shook her head. “I can’t put it into words, Tawne. I mean, they were magnificent in their own ways, and they treated me with so much grace and dignity. Not once did I feel used. They wanted to be there as much as I needed them.”
“That’s great,” Tawne said with a squeeze to Brandi’s hand. “I mean, you’re glowing.”
Brandi pressed her lips together and the blush once more raced to her cheeks. She wasn’t sure how it was possible to be with more than one man, but she would definitely make this work.
“Tawne, how’s it possible to fall for more than one man?”
Tawne shrugged with her hands held out. “Hell if I know, but I’m rocking that shit.”
Brandi laughed. “I’m kinda sore,” she whispered.
“Oh, just wait, it gets so much better.”
Tilting her head, Brandi asked, “How do you mean? The sex was incredible, but it gets better?”
“Oh my God, yes. When the moment comes for them to feed from you, it’s like instant orgasm. And when you feed from them, their blood is like an immediate healing agent. If I feed from one of my men during sex, anything that was hurting, my energy, everything is returned tenfold.” She smirked. “We could go for hours.”
“Holy shit,” Brandi whispered.
“Besides, falling for all three men can happen if you’re open to the possibility of it.” She smiled and continued. “I think it’s amazing you’ve made this connection with all of them. Bishop and Dash are sexy in their own ways, but Malik. He’s like this superior version of a vampire with all that power and shit behind him.”
Brandi chuckled. “Maybe, but falling for Malik… I don’t know.”
“How do you mean?” Tawne asked. “Is he not into it?”
“Oh, he was into me the other night,” she said with a grin. “But he’s…” She hesitated on what to say, and how to say it. Malik was the leader of the vampires here and whispering hateful things could come back to haunt her if suspicious ears were about. “Let me put it this way. He wants all the fruit from the tree, but he’s not watering it.”
Tawne made an ‘Oh’ with her lips, then sat back. “Did something happen?”
Brandi wasn’t sure how much to divulge. “I’m not sure I should even talk about this.”
Tawne reached for her hand once more and squeezed it. “Tell as much as you’re comfortable with, or nothing at all. It’s completely up to you.”
She nodded and glanced down at her lap, then the shopping bags at her feet. She wouldn’t have any of this without them, without Malik extending the offer.
“We, umm, got into a verbal altercation.” She met Tawne’s gaze and continued. “I spent some personal time with Bishop and Dash. I thought I would with Malik, as well.” She shrugged one shoulder. “He thought differently. He told me to leave his office, among other things. It was quite heated.”
Tawne frowned. “I don’t know him on a personal level, and I’m not making excuses for the man, but he does have a lot on his plate.”
“I know, and I keep telling myself that, but still, I can’t help the feeling of being rejected.”
“It didn’t sound like he rejected you when he participated in your, umm, experience,” Tawne whispered to her.
Brandi laughed. She couldn’t help herself. “That’s very true.” Maybe he did have a bad day and she just walked in on whatever had just occurred. Not that it made how he treated her okay, but she would try again the next time she saw her sexy Italian vampire.
“Come on, I need to get back,” Brandi announced and stood, grabbing her bags. “I’m hoping to see my vam—err, men, when I get home.”
“Can’t blame you,” Tawne winked.
Once she was home and unloaded, Brandi planned to see Malik. It all had to be a misunderstanding, right?
CHAPTER 14
Later that evening, Brandi sat outside on one of the chairs of her balcony, wrapped in a blanket as the cold winter air tousled her hair. She shivered slightly and knew she wouldn’t be out there for long. The sky was clear and the moon was full. The brightness of it cast shadows across the lawn.
She thought over the conversation with Tawne, how what occurred with Malik most definitely had to be a miscommunication.
He yelled at me to get out. It wasn’t that hard to understand.
She wanted to tell her consciousness to shut its pie hole, but she knew it was right. There was something there that didn’t seem quite right. Well, at least until the three of them had sex with her after the massage.
Malik was so… dominating. She closed her eyes as she thought about how the vampire looked upon her, as if she were the most exquisite thing in the world.
Bishop’s touch alone sent a shiver through her body that could easily send her over the edge to dark territories… drop everything and fuck on the spot.
Then there was Dash. He hesitated at nothing to gain what he wanted, and that included having her on his cock.
The Italian, the Viking, and the Brazilian… Three different men from three different parts of the world. And all three were hers.
At least, she felt like they were hers. Definitely Dash and Bishop, but Malik… Well, the jury was still out on that one. Maybe she would try another one on one talk and see where that left things. Having the entire covenant in the palm of his hands was a lot of responsibility, and sure, it could be stressful at times. She needed to consider things from his perspective, but he also needed to cool his fucking temper.
She gasped at the knock on the glass door of her balcony. Turning around in her seat, she saw Dash and Bishop stood on the other side, grinning.
She rose to her feet and Bishop opened the door for her.
“Enjoying the summer night air,” he teased.
“Oh, yeah, totally. I’ll get my swimsuit on later and go sunbathing. I’m sure it’ll be a balmy twenty degrees outside.”
He chuckled and when he raked his gaze down her body, the hunger in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed. When he looked at her again, he smirked.
“I feel like I just walked in on something where I’m the main topic of conversation and the crowd just went quiet,” she announced.
Dash shrugged. “You’re partially right. You are the main point of this conversation, but meu amor, you did not interrupt anything.”
She loved hearing my love in Portuguese from Dash. She grinned in response. “So, what’s the plan, then?”
“First,” Bishop started. “Are you naked under that blanket?”
Dash’s brows shot up at his brother’s question and she grinned again.
“Maybe. I guess you’re just going to have to find out.”
“Mmm,” Bishop answered and stepped forward. “I would love to celebrate you, Brandi.”
“Celebrate me?” she asked and took a step back toward her bed. She wasn’t scared of the men stalking her. No, she was intrigued with the cat and mouse play. “Do I get cake?”
He smirked. “You can have anything you want if you drop that blanket.”
“Well, I’m cold,” she whispered in a sly tone. “Who will keep me warm?”
Dash was behind her before she realized he had even moved. He placed his hands on her shoulders, then leaned into her, his lips grazing her earlobe. “We will.” He flicked her ear with his tongue. This drew a groan from Brandi.
Bishop cupped her cheek and tilted her face up to his. “Beautiful,” he whispered and slipped his mouth over hers.
As Bishop towered over her small stature, she leaned back, pressing her body into Dash’s. He moved his hands from her shoulders to slip around her waist. He gripped the blanket around her and pulled it free. It fell to a heap of satin on the floor. Dash then moved his hands around her body to her breasts. His hands were cold and she hissed when he cupped her tits, squeezing and pinching her nipples.
Before she could say anything about the chill around her body, Bishop pushed a finger between the apex of her legs, finding her clit. He massaged the area in a back and forth motion, drawing a whimper from her.
“Hmm, I see,” came the dark voice from the one that was missing during this intimate moment.
Brandi opened her eyes and glanced toward the bedroom door. Malik had just closed the door behind himself and began to remove his dress jacket. He unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt, then the sleeves, and rolled them up his arms.
Fuck, he was sexy-as-sin.
They all were.
“Lay her back on the bed,” Malik ordered as he drew closer. “It’s time we feasted on what is ours.”
“Feasted?” she whispered and fear shot through her like a bolt of lightning. She swallowed the lump in her throat and everything on her body suddenly went dry. She pulled Bishop and Dash free from her body and stepped away.
She wrapped her arms around her body in an effort to conceal her nakedness. Embarrassment wafted over her and she considered reaching for her blanket.
“Y-You’re going to feed on me?” The words had a touch of nervousness to them. She was surprised they didn’t come out as a sob. She was scared about this, and rightfully so. All the stories she’d read in the past, the vampire bite hurt.
But, then again, that was Hollywood.
Tawne’s words came back to her. “When the moment comes for them to feed from you, it’s like instant orgasm.”
“Meu amor,” Dash started. “I promise, it won’t hurt a bit. If anything, you’ll want it more.”
Bishop took a step toward her and when she backstepped, he held his hands in the air as if to surrender. “Brandi, you trust us, eh?” When she nodded, he continued. “Why would we hurt you? I promise, the bite does not hurt. We will lick your skin and it works like an anesthetic. You’ll feel us, but it won’t hurt. And once we bite you, every sensation in your body will come alive.” He held his hand out and offered a gentle smile. “You said you trusted me so, please, trust in my word.”
“Our word,” Malik added and walked toward her. He also held his hand out for her, and next to him, was Dash, doing the same.
She went from hand to hand, taking in each palm and the promises being made. She wanted to do this. God, did she want to, but she couldn’t help the fear of the unknown.
She took in a deep breath and upon her exhale, she said, “Okay.”
She slowly lowered her arms to expose her body. She then took the steps forward to close the distance between her and her vampires.
“I wanted to have you on the bed while I tasted your pussy in my mouth before I fed from you,” Malik whispered. “But we’ll save that for another day.”
She blinked and raised her brows, unsure what to say to that.
Instead, she didn’t have to say anything. Malik slipped an arm around her body and pulled her flush against him. He then cradled her neck in his hand and tilted her head to the side.
“I promise, I will not cause you physical pain,” he whispered in her ear.
She nodded and held her breath.
“Breathe, Brandi,” he whispered. “Breathe and we’ll begin.”
“Maybe it’ll be better to feed from me if I’m distracted?” she asked. “I like the idea of you between my legs before you… umm, bite me.”
“I wanted that, too,” he answered. “But I feel this will be better. I want you aware of what will happen and in control of yourself, not lost to us in a euphoric high.”
“I love her euphoric high,” Bishop growled and took her right arm in his grasp.
Dash didn’t say a word. A growl emitted from him when she felt him take her left arm.
Malik leaned in even closer and she gasped when he slid his tongue up the side of her neck. This was followed by Bishop and Dash kissing along her inner forearms and licking their way to her wrists.
Malik nibbled on her ear for a moment Brandi felt her knees growing weaker. “I can’t… I need to sit,” she whispered.
“Not yet,” Malik answered.
And then, it happened all at once. All three men bit into her skin and she wanted to flinch, scream, seize from the pain, but instead, it was… far from any of those things. It was intense. It was fervent. It was intoxicating.
A moan slipped from her lips and she let herself fall slack in Malik’s hold. He had both arms around her and she felt no fear her body would be touching the floor.
As each sucked and drew on her blood gift, her body grew warm, willing, and ready for her men.
“Touch me, please, someone touch me, fuck me, something,” she pleaded. Brandi moved her hands up to Malik’s shoulders, then to his hair. She fisted his locks and pushed him closer into her neck. Her back suddenly arched when fingers pushed into her pussy.
It was Bishop. He pressed his thumb to her clit and pushed his fingers in and out of her. She groaned and lifted a leg around Malik’s waist.
“I need more. I need you, the three of you, inside me. Please,” she begged.
Malik released his mouth from her first, slipping his tongue across her skin. When he met her gaze and grinned, she wasn’t scared when she saw her blood on his teeth. It was the realization she did that for him. She gave her blood to him to sustain his life.
He slid his tongue over his lips. “Divine,” he said in a snarl-like tone.
Her lips parted as both Bishop and Dash released their draw on her blood. Like Malik, they licked her arms, sealing the wounds, and Bishop pulled his fingers free from her pussy.
Malik remained in front of her, and Bishop moved around behind her. Both men had their hands on her naked body, then Dash moved in closer.
He slipped his hand around her face and tilted her toward him. His lips claimed hers and when her tongue slid along his, she felt the tip of his fang. She suddenly wanted them feeding from her again.
