Midnight Magic, page 140
“Get her on the bed,” Malik ordered.
She was released from Dash’s kiss and she met Malik’s gaze. It was intense, and he was hungry for more. She could see it in his eyes, but she didn’t think it was for her blood.
She sat on the edge of the bed and started to crawl backward across the mattress when she squealed with laughter as Bishop grabbed her by the ankles and yanked her back to the edge.
His mouth lifted in a sideways grin. “Where are you running off to?”
“Nowhere, it seems,” she answered. Brandi then watched as all three men undressed themselves. It was like watching three sculpted Gods transform into real life beings.
And they were all hers.
On one side of her, Bishop started for the bed, and on the other, it was Dash. And before her stood Malik. He placed the tip of his finger under her chin, lifting her face toward his.
“Thank you,” he whispered, then took a step closer.
She was about to say for what, even though she knew it was for the blood. But she still wanted to ask. He coaxed her to lie back on the bed, and reached for one of her legs, pulling it around his waist. He was warm, solid, chiseled. He leaned into the bed, supporting himself with his other hand.
Brandi moved her hands to his chest and relished in the touch of him, the feel of all three of her vampires as they surrounded her.
“Are you ready.” Malik said. It wasn’t a question, but more of a warning he was about to push himself inside her. It was his tone, the dominance, and she nodded.
He let go of her leg and reached between them. Malik lined the head of his cock to her entrance and pushed.
Her back immediately arched at the invasion, the thickness of him, the way he commanded her body.
He pulled back and thrust into her, and Brandi reached for Bishop, then Dash.
“Feed from me again,” she whispered.
Malik drove himself harder, faster, and Brandi knew she would soon come undone, shattered, never to be the same again. Not after the experience she had today. There was no going back to anything normal.
At that moment two sets of tongues licked at her nipples, and then the vampires bit into her breasts. She screamed as her body shook with the eruption of her orgasm.
“Fuck, she’s so fucking hot on my cock. Gods, she feels good,” Malik growled around her screams of ecstasy. His voice, the knowledge she was giving him, all three of them, sustenance and sharing her body with them, it sent her onto another plane completely.
She was flying through space, the particles of time just a glimmer of what was, and what could be. As another orgasm began to build. Malik’s hair spilled around her face and when she opened her eyes, Bishop and Dash were still sucking her tits, and Malik sunk his fangs into other side of her neck.
“Holy fuck,” she groaned and let her eyes close once more. She was falling into an abyss she never wanted to climb out of. Brandi never knew of a life where she could feel like this, live like this, be the center of three men’s world… and she prayed to never wake from this dream for fear of losing everything.
As Bishop released her first, she slowly opened her eyes in a drunken haze.
She blinked as she watched him raise his own arm to his mouth. Blood trickled from his skin and her eyes widened. “What are you doing?”
“Feeding you,” he answered as a mixture of their blood trickled along the side of his mouth.
“What?” she whispered.
CHAPTER 15
Brandi’s fear of the fang had been nonsense. She had nothing to be scared of and she could laugh at herself, now. She’d had no idea what to expect. This hadn’t been scary, or painful at all.
However, when Bishop stood over her and opened a vein, the fear of the unknown came crashing back down on her.
Malik immediately ceased his movements and hesitated. “What happened?”
She swallowed, not sure how to answer his question. Instead, she pushed him away and scooted back across the bed. Pulling her legs under her, she set her sights first on Dash, Malik, then Bishop.
Bishop stood there with blood slipping down his arm and he furrowed his brows. “We want you to drink from us,” he told her.
She looked back at Malik and he lifted a brow. He almost looked put off, maybe offended? She wasn’t sure, but as soon as she noticed it, he shifted his stance and glanced over to Bishop. “Might want to close that—”
“No,” he cut off his brother. “She needs to feed from us, too.”
Tawne talked about this, but was she ready?
What would happen to her when she drank their blood?
“Oh hell,” she whispered and gnawed on her finger for a moment. “Will this make me a vampire?”
“That wouldn’t make much sense,” Malik answered.
She shifted her gaze to him.
“We need a blood demon,” Dash added.
She turned to him, then back to Bishop.
“Nothing will happen to you, other than you’ll have super powered healing properties,” Bishop answered. “You will not become a vampire. You will be just fine.”
“Think of it this way,” Dash added. “If you’re in a car accident and your leg is broken, and a couple of ribs. If you accepted our blood, it would heal you almost immediately.”
This time it was her brows that rose. “Wow, really? So I wouldn’t become a vampire?”
Bishop smiled and shook his head. “You’ll still be you and we’ll still be us. You’ll just be, umm, super charged.”
She laughed and slowly shook her head, astonished by this. “I don’t understand how I wouldn’t become a vampire by drinking your blood.”
“For one,” Malik started. She was shocked to see he had pulled his pants back on and was beginning to button his shirt.
Where was he going?
Were they done?
Did he have no intention of sharing his blood with her?
Did she want him to?
“You’re not a synthetic blood demon. You’ll never be a vampire. However, if we were to turn you, you would have to be pure human. We would have to drain you of your blood, then feed you ours. Your human body would die and your vampire body would awake, reborn.” He tugged on his shoes and started for the door.
“Malik,” she called out to him.
He hesitated at the door, then opened it and let himself out. The door latched in his wake and she sat back on the bed, confused.
“I don’t understand him at all,” she whispered.
“He’s… complicated,” Bishop added, then sat down beside her. “Please, take my vein. You need to feed after all the blood we took from you.
She watched him as he brought his arm toward her. He had a tear in his skin and the blood seeped from it, a dark crimson. She was concerned about it having a metallic taste and her stomach immediately churned.
“Oh, I can’t,” she whispered around a dry heave. “I don’t think I can do this.”
“Vampire blood is nothing like human blood,” Dash reassured her. “Please, you trusted us with your body, now trust us with ours.”
She turned her face toward Bishop and his blood dripped across her sheets, and her legs. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I can’t do this with my eyes open. Just… I don’t know, put it in my mouth.”
“That’s what she said,” Bishop whispered.
She peeked at him and shook her head. “He has jokes.”
“I mean,” he started. “You set it up.”
She closed her eyes once more and knew, after this happened and the blood drinking was behind her, she would laugh at his joke. Until then, she slowly opened her mouth.
She gasped when his arm gently touched her mouth. “You’ll need to close your lips around the wound and suck.”
“Then swallow,” Dash added.
She would definitely laugh about this later.
Closed eyes, put it in my mouth.
Suck and swallow.
She felt the blood begin to pool in her mouth and dribble down her chin. She thought she would gag, and tried to think of pizza, burgers, ice cream, anything to take her mind away from what she was about to do.
“Brandi,” Dash said in a warning tone. “You need to drink. It’s part of our ritual as vampire and concubine. You can do this. I promise, you will be fine.”
She had to do something or like a flood of water, it would run down her chin and neck. With shaky hands, she reached for Bishop and pressed her hands to his arm, pushing his skin against her mouth. She closed her lips around the wound and took her first pull, then swallowed.
She anticipated to gag, vomit, anything, but she didn’t expect to actually enjoy it. The taste, it was like the richest wine, the most decadent of chocolates…
It was exquisite.
She pulled harder on his vein and swallowed, almost in greed. The warmth slid down her throat and filled her belly.
The soreness of her body, the dizzy heaviness of having the blood loss, it was gone. Her energy began to renew and she wanted more.
“Brandi, that’s enough,” Bishop whispered. “Let go, baby, let go. You have Dash to feed from.”
Like a starved animal, she wanted to pull his arm back, but also relished having another to feed from. She latched onto Dash almost viciously. She pulled on his blood and the taste was similar, with a hint of spice to it. She drank from her vampires and never wanted to stop.
Why had been scared to do this?
Any of it?
Everything was so unknown to her and, yet, she felt as if she belonged here. Her entire life had brought her to this moment. She had a shitty life to start with, but now, anything was possible.
“That’s enough, meu amor,” he whispered. When she didn’t release his arm, he pulled his arm free.
She gasped and inhaled a deep breath. “Wow,” she exclaimed. “I feel like I could run a marathon. No, three marathons!”
Bishop chuckled and Dash licked his arm to heal the wound.
“This is why it’s hard to have concubines without a vampire,” Bishop told her. “The feeding can be an addiction.”
Brandi licked the corners of her mouth. “I can absolutely see that.” She then glanced toward the door. “What about Malik? Why did he leave?”
“We’ll go check on him,” Dash answered. “He’s… Malik.”
“You did nothing wrong,” Bishop whispered and turned her to look at him. “He has issues he needs to work through that don’t involve you. Give him time.”
“I’ve given him my body and now my blood. Why does he still need time?”
“As valid a point as that is…” Dash started and sat on her other side. “It’s his story to tell.”
Awkwardness started to settle over her and she wasn’t sure how to react to that. “I need a shower.” The men started to stand with her, but she shook her head. “Alone. Please. I need time to think. I need… I don’t know what I need.”
“We’ll give you time,” Bishop told her and took her hands. He stood and pulled her to her feet. “You are beautiful, remarkable, and everything we’ve been looking for to fulfill our family. Never believe otherwise.”
His words were kind and struck a chord in her that should have sang to the heavens, but there was something missing: Malik.
She nodded and lowered her gaze to the floor.
“Don’t do that,” Dash whispered behind her and moved her hair to the side. He pressed his lips to her shoulder. “He’ll come around. Until then, you have us.”
She tried to offer a smile, but it quickly faded. “Yes, I still have you.” She removed herself from their grasp and started toward the bathroom. She held onto the door and glanced back at her men, and softly smiled. “I need to rest.”
She really didn’t need to rest. She wanted to run, wanted to dance, wanted to do something with this newfound energy, but until Malik pulled his head out of his ass, she would continue to be the confined, scarred girl that was raised in an orphanage. She had to break free from this confinement, and she would, but it would take a village.
And her village was the vampires three.
CHAPTER 16
A week had passed since the first blood exchange with Dash and Bishop. The sudden burst of energy Brandi experienced faded over the next day, and she was awe struck at not feeling sore, any aches, just nothing.
“You know, doctors could bottle your blood and it would sell for top dollar on the market,” she said one night over dinner.
And by dinner, it was her eating while Dash and Bishop watched.
More often than not, Malik kept himself busy with Covenant work. He seldom left his office, and when he did, he would nod to Brandi. A few of those days, though, he would offer the ever most hint of a smile.
Was he avoiding her?
If so, why?
Did she offend him?
Not that she was aware of.
Was there a possibility he was… frightened?
Of her?
She laughed the thought away. He was the vampire king of North and South America.
What could possibly spook him?
But, she wanted to know, regardless.
Tonight, there was a celebration of the blood demons, born and synthetic, at the Covenant. A dark, kelly-green dress had been ordered for Brandi and it lay in wait in her bedroom. Brandi stared at the dress for a long moment, gnawing on her nails.
She’d never worn anything this elegant, or expensive. It had a plunging neckline with spaghetti straps that crisscrossed over a bare backside. The back of the dress crested just above her hip line. She would have no bra to wear with this dress. The shape was mermaid.
Could she even wear panties?
Was this done purposely by her men?
Most definitely.
She smirked as she imagined their faces when the dress was brought home.
Brandi thought back to Malik and she had an idea. He had a backstory she wasn’t aware of, but maybe James or Tony knew more. She picked up her phone and dialed the digits that would alert James he was needed.
A moment later, a knock sounded at her door. She crossed the room and opened the door and said, “James, I’m so glad—” She stopped mid-sentence. “You’re not James.”
Bishop chuckled. “No, not today. May I come in?”
She nodded and stepped to the side. “Is James not here?”
“Oh, he’s here. I happened to be chatting with him when your call came through. I told him I’d handle it. I hope that’s okay.”
She considered this for a moment. If anyone knew Malik the best, honestly, it truly would be Dash or Bishop. She nodded. “I have a few questions.” She closed the door to her bedroom and when she turned, Bishop smirked as his eyes roamed her body.
She realized she was only in her feathery robe. She giggled and made a come here motion with her finger.
He didn’t hesitate. Bishop had her pinned against the door, her arms held above her head. “Now, this is the type of call I don’t mind answering.” With this other hand, he placed it around her throat. He tilted her head up and stared into her eyes. “Where the hell have you been all our lives?”
She lifted her brow and he chuckled.
“Does it bother you, having my hand around your throat?”
She returned the smirk. “Not in the least. I trust you.”
“Good answer,” he whispered and his lips were on hers. He kissed her slow, with purpose, absolute power, and yet, was gentle. “Is this a booty call, my love?”
She laughed, almost snorted, against his lips. “Remember, I called for James. Definitely was not a booty call.”
He chuckled, then cleared his throat. “Umm, right.”
If vampires could blush, she imagined he would have in this moment. “So,” he started and removed his hands from her body. He adjusted his cock in his pants, and Brandi grinned a Cheshire smile his direction, relishing the fact she had this effect on him. He raised his brows when he met her gaze once more. “Whoa, what are you thinking? I just lost track of what I was going to say.”
She perked a single brow as if to suggest he knew. “The knowledge I’m able to affect you the way I do excites me.”
“Love, you have many, many effects on me, as well as my brothers. Oh,” he started. “What did you need? With James? What can I help you with?”
“Aside from the booty call?”
He chuckled. “Aside from the booty call.”
She motioned for him to join her on the love seat in her bedroom. She sat and crossed one leg over the other, her thighs exposed from the parting of her robe. “It’s about Malik.”
Bishop turned to face her and placed a hand on her thigh. “I could see you the rest of my days in just this, or nothing at all.” She grinned, and Bishop sighed. “What would you like to know?”
“I have this suspicion he doesn’t care for me in the least. He’s there to fuck and feed from me, but that seems to be the extent of it. He might as well have not opted for me and stuck with the blood donors.”
Bishop gently squeezed her thigh. “Malik… Well, he’s a complicated man. He’s been through a lot, but his story is his to tell. When he’s ready, I’m positive he’ll share it with you. Until then, I just ask you to be patient with him. We not only run the Covenant, every vampire reports to us. It’s a lot of responsibility and can be stressful on the best of days. I’m not making an excuse for him, I’m only asking you to see things from his perspective.”
“All right, I can do that, but you also need to see things from mine.” She ticked one finger. “You’ve made time for me.” Another finger. “Dash has made time for me.” Another finger. “All three of you have had sex with me.” Another finger. “All three of you have fed from me.” Her thumb. “Only you and Dash have allowed me to feed from you.” One more finger. “He yelled at me when I tried talking to him in his office. I blew it off, thinking that he was, indeed, having a bad day. Later on, he acted like I was this sweet wine he couldn’t wait to devour. Hours before, he acted as if he would rip me apart.” She shook her head for a moment, then continued. “I can’t do this bi-polar shit. He’s either in it or he’s not. I’ve had enough of the let’s-shit-on-Brandi crap growing up. I don’t need it from him, too.”
