Passion's Vintage

Tarot Key: The STAR

PASSION'S VINTAGE Two Hollywood Vampires Find a Potent Cocktail.

By Morgan Hawke

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ABOUT THE STAR:

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he STAR is the card of the Muse and the Faery, representing Inspiration with a Price that must be paid. Both dark and light simultaneously, the inspired vision is both great and terrible. The brilliant yet consumed artist. Positive Meaning: Youth, beauty, inspiration and talent. Also, healing, both physical and mental, and restored vitality and energy. New horizons, new visions, new opportunities. Negative Meaning (reversed): Severe depression, exhaustion and self-doubt. False hope, stolen talent, plagiarism, burn-out.

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CHAPTER ONE ~ Snow~

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he half-moon was a sardonic and winking eye floating along the upper edge of the woolen scarf of night clouds. Fingers of moonlight slid between the winter-bare branches of the trees to brush against the sleek curves of the dark Saturn. The road climbed steadily, undulating upward, toward the mountain pass. Bryn downshifted to deal with the road's rising curve. She smiled grimly. "Once I cross this mountain, I'll be ten minutes from the convention." Miniscule white specks floated through her headlight beams. The specks grew steadily larger... Bryn frowned then blinked. "Is that snow?" She turned on her windshield wipers. In less than twenty minutes, the swirling snowflakes became as large as feather clumps, and the night sky became a soft and hazy pale gray. The forest became blanketed in white, and so did the road. Bryn clutched the steering wheel grimly. She could barely see through the falling white. "This is not looking good for a timely check-in at the hotel." The car began a lazy drift to the left. The tires were losing their grip in the deepening snow. She turned the wheel to make up for the drift and succeeded in sharpening 1

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the drift toward the left. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" She tapped the brakes and the car began a slow and graceful spin. "This is not what I was trying to accomplish!" The car nosed off the road and slid gently into a snowfilled ditch on the wrong side of the road. Bryn blinked. "Well, this has to be the softest accident I've ever had in my life." She snorted then put the car in reverse. The engine promptly stalled. She sucked in a breath. "Car, don't do this to me. We are in the middle of no-where." The engine refused to turn over. "Piss," she said in complete disgust then dug for her cell-phone. No signal. Bryn pounded her fists on the steering wheel. "Damn it!" An hour later, headlights burned in her passenger sideview mirror. Her back window was completely snowcovered. Bryn shoved her way out of the snowbound car and waved at the oncoming SUV. To her relief, the driver spotted her through the thickly falling snow and stopped. The passenger side window buzzed down and a familiar Hollywood face smiled at her with snapping black eyes. His hair was almost pure silver and hung over his shoulder in a long tail pulled back from his broad and handsome brow. "Having a bit of trouble are we?" His accent was rich with European tones. Bryn's mouth fell open. Oh my God, is that...? She closed her mouth with a snap. "Yes I am. The car won't start and my cell phone isn't working..." He shook his head. "I'm afraid that cell phones don't work anywhere on this mountain. Didn't you bring tire chains?" Bryn gave him a sour smile. "Sure I did, they're in the trunk. The snow hit so fast, I was in the ditch before I 2

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thought to stop to put them on." He raised his silver brows. "Well then, I guess you had best come with me." He leaned over and the door opened an inch. Bryn stomped her chilled feet. "I don't know..." He was cute, for an older gentleman, and he seemed nice, but she really didn't know if climbing into a stranger's car was the wisest thing to do. His mature yet still striking face creased in lines of humor. "Don't you want to be rescued?" "I was hoping you could drive to town and call a tow truck for me?" "Suit yourself, but even if I call a tow truck, you'll still have to wait out the snow until a tow truck can get to you, and that may be quite a while. If you come with me, you can at least be warm while you wait. I have a cabin about ten minutes drive from here." Bryn nibbled on her bottom lip. "How long do you think I'll have to wait?" He smiled grimly. "I hope you have a good battery to keep that car warm. Snows on this mountain have been known to last a day or so." "I see what you mean." Bryn shook her head. "If you don't mind, I'll take you up on your offer..." She pulled the door open and delicious heat washed over her. "Mind!" He laughed. "If I'd minded I wouldn't have offered you a lift in the first place." She stomped the snow from her boots and climbed onto the leather bench seat, pulling the door closed behind her. "Thank you for rescuing me." "My pleasure, of course." He nodded and turned the steering wheel sharply, bringing the SUV around in the snow to head back the way he had come. Tire chains rang, cheerfully biting through the snow to the asphalt below. Bryn tried hard not to stare. He was dressed warmly in a 3

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long wool-lined leather coat over a thick sweater knitted in black lamb's wool. For an older gentleman he was incredibly attractive. His shoulders were broad and he seemed to be in amazingly good shape. The more she looked at him the more familiar he seemed. "I don't mean to pry, but you look like..." He watched the road with narrowed eyes. "That could be because I am." I'm sitting next to...? She bit her lip and pressed her hand over her heart to calm the pounding. Oh my God! She shook her head. No one was going to believe this. Hell, she didn't believe it. "Call me Connor." He glanced at her and raised a brow. "Do you have a name?" he asked softly. "Oh, yes." She swallowed the hard lump in her throat. "I'm Bryn." "Well Bryn, what do you do?" He gave her a heartstopping smile. "Besides getting stuck in snow banks and rescued by aging movie stars?" Bryn blushed. "Oh, I'm just a novelist. I write fantasy and science fiction. I'm expected at the fantasy con just on the other side of the mountain to do a bunch of book signings." "Really? Well, I just happen to read fantasy and science fiction. What have you written?" Bryn stammered out a few titles. "You don't say? Well then, I have indeed read your work." "You have?" Bryn stared. He read her books? He nodded and delivered a smile. "Very entertaining, good imagination." He nodded. "As a matter of fact, the gentleman I'm sharing my cabin with also reads your work. He's rather fond of your stories." "Really?" She grinned. "Wow, I'm flattered. Thank you." 4

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"Good, because the price of your rescue is to let both of us aging movie stars seduce you." I get to meet another movie star? Wait a minute...did he say seduce? Bryn bit her lip and felt her heart thud in her chest. "Me? You want to seduce me?" She choked out a laugh. "You're kidding right?" "Actually, I'm not." He glanced over at her with tight smile and raised brow. "It won't be so bad, we're not all that kinky." Bryn shook her head. "Why me? You're the sexiest man in Hollywood! I mean, there has to be thousands of beautiful girls, models, movie stars and singers all throwing themselves at you daily. Why would you want to seduce me?" Connor shrugged and stared at the snowy road ahead. "Perhaps because we're tired of empty-headed actresses looking for someone to help them climb the Hollywood ladder of fame, by sleeping with whoever would have them?" "Oh..." "Oh, indeed." He turned and smiled. "I find that I have grown quite an appetite for someone with an imagination. I know that my associate, Nick is literally starving for want of quality companionship." He stared out the windshield and a frown touched his lips. "As a matter of fact, I can guarantee that both of us are in dire need of a young lady like yourself," he added softly. Bryn shook her head and chuckled. "You sound like a pair of vampires looking for a decent blood-donor." Connor stared hard for an entire second then his smile reappeared. "Yes, I suppose it does sound that way."

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his way my dear." Connor, held the cabin door open and motioned Bryn into the small, enclosed porch. "It's very humble, but it's private." He closed the door firmly behind her, and she heard the click of a lock. Bryn stomped her feet on the small rag carpet, knocking snow from her boots then looked up at Conner. She had not realized that he was quite so tall, or so broad-shouldered. For an older man, he looked amazingly fit. She unbuttoned the long wool men's coat. "I don't want to intrude on your privacy..." "I assure you, your company will be well appreciated." Conner's brows rose as the coat slipped from her shoulders Bryn could practically feel his warm and appreciative gaze traveling down her body, taking note of her full bosom, her narrow waist and her rather robust bottom. She was suddenly pleased that she had worn the snug jeans and the body-hugging black sweater. Connor smiled broadly. "Indeed, the pleasure is all mine." He reached for her coat and hung it on a hook by the door, and then dragged his fingers through the long silver tail that hung over his shoulder, knocking loose a small amount of settled snow. "Why don't you take off your 6

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boots?" "Oh, okay..." Bryn bent over to pull off her boots. From the corner of her eye she watched Connor staring at her rump then he leaned back. He wants a view does he? She grinned and spread her thighs just enough to let him catch a view of the plump division that outlined her female flesh. He shook his head, whistled softly and jerked off his leather coat to hang it on another hook by the door. "Nick," he called out. "I rescued some company for this evening." Bryn tucked her boots against the wall and straightened. With a soft sigh, she dug her fingers into the decorative twist of her hair. "How long do you think I'll have to wait before I can go back to my car?" Connor stared as her hair tumbled loose to fall to her hips in long strawberry-blonde waves. He blinked. "Oh, I doubt you'll be able to leave the mountain for the rest of the weekend at least." "The whole weekend?" She bit her lip. "But I'm due at the convention!" Conner's brows rose. "Would it be so bad, spending the weekend here, with us?" "I'd love to spend time with you, but the whole weekend? Are you sure you want my company for that long? What about your privacy?" Connor's gaze dropped to the full bosom encased under the thick black wool of her sweater then leaped back up to focus on her mouth. "Oh, I'm sure I can think of something you might do to show your appreciation." "I see." She raised a brow and smiled. She was a grown woman and there wasn't one red-blooded female she knew that would turn down an invitation to his bed, older or not. What could it hurt? However, she had no intention of remaining the whole weekend. Her publisher would kill her. Bryn nodded. "All right. I'm your girl." 7

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Conner gave her a heart-stopping smile. "Grand!" "What is it now?" The voice was pure New York drawl. Nick appeared in the doorway in an iron gray sweater and creased jeans, wiping his hands on a dishtowel. He was as broad-shouldered as Connor but taller and loose-limbed with short-cropped and severely thinning, iron gray hair. Bryn stared in astonishment. It was the bad-boy of Hollywood himself, and without his trademark sunglasses. He may have aged but he was still very striking. Wow... Nick's black eyes focused on Bryn. "Holy fuck..." His sharply arched brows rose and he took a sharp half-step back. "Where'd you get her?" Connor grinned broadly. "This is Bryn. I found her on the side of the road, and offered her a place to wait out the snow. She's agreed to keep both of us company. Both of them? Her mind stuttered. She was going to be the center of the attentions of two Hollywood, stars? Oh wow... Nick scowled at Conner. "Does she know that you don't mean Scrabble?" Conner looked down at Bryn and raised a silver brow. "I don't think Nick believes me. Give us a kiss and prove me right." A Kiss? Okay... Bryn licked her lips, and tilted her face up toward his. He bent to meet her, and his lips touched hers. Softly their lips brushed then he pressed for more. She opened her mouth to him and his tongue darted in, encouraging her to return the touch. His tongue lightly stroked hers, then not so lightly. Tender, moist, stirring... His hands slid into her hair. Her eyes fluttered closed. He slanted his mouth over hers and plundered, sucking on her tongue and nipping at her lower lip. She moaned. My God he's good at kissing! Her fingers gripped and clenched on the shoulders of his sweater. But two can play at this game. Bryn returned the favor with 8

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darting brushes, soft suction and small nips of her own. She was rewarded with a groan. Conner released her mouth. Bryn had to blink to get her thoughts back. His hands slid from her hair to her shoulders. His eyes were wide and his expression seemed surprised. She licked her lips for a final taste of him and smiled. Got'cha. Conner suddenly grinned and shook his head. He turned to Nick. "Convinced?" Nick's mouth opened, then closed. He nodded, staring at Bryn. Conner raised a brow at Nick. "Do we have any hot chocolate and Glenfidditch left?" "Uh, yeah, sure. I'll go and-- " Nick backed into the doorway with a hard thump. He grabbed his bruised elbow and looked at the doorway in some surprise. Conner bit his lip and smiled, then leaned toward Bryn. "I think he likes you." He lifted his chin at the staring Nick. "Oh and while you're in there; call Ed's and have him look for a black Saturn on the wrong side of the highway about ten minutes due north. It's Bryn's car. Have him check it over and bring it here." "Uh, sure." Nick stared a moment longer at Bryn then turned carefully around and clomped with some speed back into the cabin. Bryn looked up at Connor. "Is that...?" Connor nodded and patted her shoulder. "Very much so." She tilted her head. "Did I scare him?" "He's a little too used to intimidating people." Connor smiled broadly. "The change will do him some good." Bryn frowned. "I hope my car is all right." Conner nodded. "You may have knocked something loose. Ed will check it, fix whatever's wrong and tow it here." 9

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"Won't he need my keys?" "Who? Ed? Now that you mention it, very likely... Why don't you give them to me; I'll have Nick tell him to stop by and get them on his way up." Bryn went back to her coat and fished the keys from her pocket. Conner took them and smiled. "Good." He waved her forward. "Well then, come inside, I have a couch I wish to introduce you to." Bryn walked into the small and spare living room. The floor was wood and covered with an aged and faded rag rug. The black leather couch against the wall directly in front of her was overstuffed and worn. There was a huge bow window to the left, framed by heavy gray velvet curtains. A huge, and equally worn recliner along with an old standing lamp was parked right in front of the window. Someone was rattling dishes past the narrow doorway sharing the wall with the couch. It had to be Nick. A small television was parked on an end table against the wall on her right. "Welcome to our humble hide-away." Connor stopped her with his broad hands on her shoulders. "Nick," Conner called out. "Tell Ed to stop by to get the keys to Bryn's car when he goes to fetch it." Nick looked out through the kitchen doorway. "Right, sure..." He ducked back in. Conner leaned over Bryn and brushed his lips against her ear. "That kiss was quite impressive, by the way. Can I convince you to reveal the rest of your, charms?" She turned her head and leaned back into him. His lips were only a breath away from hers. "Does this mean you want me to resist?" She raised a brow. "Or shall I simply play innocent?" Connor's face registered a small amount of astonishment then he let out a soft laugh. "Adventuresome are we?" Bryn swayed her bottom, rubbing against the erection 10

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beginning to tent his wool trousers. "Who me?" She knew for a fact that her smile was pure sin. "I can be." Connor's black eyes sparked with humor and heat. "Well, in that case..." His hands slid from her shoulders down. He cupped the full curves of her breasts and squeezed their softness. "I think this sweater needs to come off." His hands slid further down to grab the hem of the offending sweater and tugged it up. "I have this terrible urge to see what your nipples taste like." Bryn raised her arms; she knew how to play this game. "We mustn't deny you your urges. It's bad for your health." He loosed a deep rumbling laugh and tugged the sweater off, pulling a long-sleeved shirt with it. She turned around wearing her favorite lacy bra knowing that he could see her soft pink nipples, and that they were rigid with interest. Connor licked his lips. "Well now," he said softly. "Isn't that a pretty confection?" Bryn's cheeks flushed with heat. She reached behind her and her long hair fell over her shoulder. Connor put his hands on her shoulders. "Don't." Bryn looked up at him. "You don't want me to take off my bra?" He smiled warmly. "It is impolite to unwrap my presents for me." "Oh." She straightened up. "Put your arms around me and I'll take care of your bit of lace." She stepped close encircling his waist with her arms then pressed her cheek against his sweater. He was so warm... "Oh, that's nice, squeeze a little tighter." His fingers worked on the hooks of her bra and the lace came free. "All right, let's see what you brought me." He gently pushed her back and his eyes devoured the lush curves and the prominent nipples. "Enchanting..." He dropped the bra on 11

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the floor then dropped down on one knee and reached for her with both hands. Bryn sucked in a breath. His hands were really warm. She could feel her nipples beginning to throb. He palmed her breasts and slowly squeezed. She bit her lip to stop a moan. His thumbs slid back and forth across her taut nipples and the bumpy ridges that surrounded them. Tiny bolts of sharp pleasure streaked straight down to her core. Tension coiled tight in her belly and a wet throb struck her. A soft sound escaped her lips. One of his arms wrapped around her waist pulling her closer. His hand lifted her breast to his mouth. His breath was warm against her flesh then his mouth took her. Hot, wet, exciting... He sucked, pulling hard on her nipple. A gasp broke free from her throat and a fine trembling started in her limbs. Exquisite torment... She was forced to put her hands on his shoulders or collapse. Her back arched, pressing her breast tighter to his sucking mouth. The wet sounds of his mouth suckling and her own soft moans filled her ears. His arm left her waist and she felt his hand at the belt on her black jeans. The pants came open and were tugged down to her hips. She leaned away to give him room and he pressed a hand against her spine, bringing her back to his mouth. He captured the other nipple with his lips and she felt the pinch of teeth. She jolted with the sensual ache and a soft whimper slid free. His hand burrowed into her jeans. His finger brushed the plump lips that protected the secret folds of her moist flesh. She gasped with the delicious shock. He released her breast with a wet smack. "You keep trimmed I see." His eyes were dilated to blackness. He licked his lips. Rendered speechless from the overload of pleasure, Bryn could only nod. 12

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Her jeans were tugged past her butt then down to her knees. His palm covered her heat and one finger slid up into her moist channel. She rocked forward and moaned. Her eyes fluttered closed. "Like that, do you?" His thumb slid across her swollen flesh. "That is a very engorged little clit..." He pulled back and thrust two fingers into her. She gasped and pumped against his hand. His fingers thrust against and within her making sounds of wet suction. He felt so good... Connor's hand slid from her flesh. She sighed with frustration and opened her eyes in time to see him rise to his feet while sucking on his palm. He smiled. "Delicious. Now, let's get you the rest of the way undressed. I want to fuck you properly." Bryn gave him a tired smile. "Nothing to say?" He raised a brow and helped her step from her jeans. "Or too excited to speak?" Bryn let out a soft laugh. "I don't think I've ever been this, um..." "Aroused?" he offered. She smiled and felt her cheeks heat. "Yes, aroused." "Good, that's exactly the way I want you to be." He turned her around. "Let's get you over to the couch so I can do terrible things to you." Her jeans were left in a crumpled heap on the floor. "Jesus wept, she's..." Nick was standing in the doorway with a tumbler full of dark golden liquor in one hand and a steaming mug in the other. His eyes were wide and his mouth slack. "Fuck me stupid," he said softly. "How the hell do you get them naked so fast?" "There you are Nick." Connor smiled broadly. "Would you mind putting those down on the television set?" "Uh, sure..." Nick walked into the room and strode behind Connor, his eyes glued to Bryn's naked flesh. 13

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Connor pushed Bryn toward the couch. "The lovely Bryn is going to spread herself open and masturbate for us while we get undressed." Nick swallowed visibly and looked at Connor. "She's going to..." He nearly dropped the tumbler and the mug on the floor. Connor nodded. "That's right, play with her little pussy for us." He leaned down to Bryn's ear. "You don't mind do you? Nick is something of a voyeur and it makes him frantic when a girl diddles herself." Bryn shook her head and smiled. "I don't mind..." "Good, up you get..." He helped her onto the couch. "Sit in the middle and spread those luscious thighs wide, I don't want Nick to miss a thing." Bryn settled back on the cool leather and spread her knees, catching her heels on the edge of the cushions. Using both hands, she spread her plump closely trimmed cleft and exposed the damp inner folds surrounding the opening to her body. Bryn caught Nick's eye and stroked her fingers among the wet folds of her body. So he likes to watch does he? Let's see if I can make this interesting. She dipped her middle finger into the wet nether-mouth of her body then rubbed the swollen nub of her clit with the moisture. Delicious pleasure wracked her and she arched her back, writhing on the leather. She slid her middle finger in and out of her wet cunt, slowly finger-fucking herself. Both men watched avidly. Nick sucked in a breath. "Christ, Connor it's pink." Connor snorted. "That's the color it's supposed to be." He pulled off his sweater, exposing the silver hair on his chest. "That pussy hasn't been used by every producer in Hollywood." He unbuckled his trousers. "Nick, you are supposed to be getting undressed." Nick yanked his sweater off in a hurry. 14

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Connor pushed his trousers off and his cock jutted forward fully erect with a sharp upward curve. He cradled his flesh in his palm and pulled back the foreskin exposing the deep purple of his swollen cock head. With a soft sigh of appreciation, he stroked the hard length of his cock. "Isn't that a lovely view?" Nick dropped his jeans and kicked them away. "Fuck yeah..." His erect cock curved sharply and the head glistened with moisture. He closed his hand on his cock and stroked the smooth length. Bryn twisted her hips, riding the fingers buried within her. The muscles in her thighs flexed as she clenched and unclenched, rocking with building tension. She squeezed her breast with her other hand and pinched a nipple. She was finding it painfully arousing to see two men so hard and hungry for her. She was wetting their couch with her excitement. "Fuck, Connor, she looks..." Nick swallowed and pulled on his cock with enthusiasm. "She looks..." Connor stroked his cock and let out a heartfelt groan. "The word you are searching for is 'delicious'." "Fuck yeah..." Nick's eyes narrowed hungrily. "When do we eat," he said beneath his breath. Connor raised a brow at Nick "Soon, very soon." Bryn sucked in small gasping breaths. She pulled her wet finger from her body and rubbed her clit. She was going to cum, very soon; right there on the couch and right in front of them. "Now, now, don't bring yourself off..." Connor strode to the couch, his cock waving before him. He lifted one knee onto the couch and caught her wrists. "That's for us to do." Gently but firmly, he pulled her hands from her flesh. Bryn groaned with frustration. She was so close! Damn it! "Yes I know what you want and you'll get yours, I 15

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promise." Connor smiled. "Come up on your knees and face this way." He helped her balance on the plush couch and turned her to face him. "That's a good girl. Are you ready?" Was she ready? She was shaking she was so ready! "What do you want me to do?" Connor lifted her chin and angled his cock at her lips. "Open your mouth, I have something for you." Bryn opened her mouth and took his cock. He was warm on her tongue with an interesting musky flavor. She sucked him in and lashed the bottom of his cock with her tongue. "What a delightful..." Connor groaned. "Tongue." He turned to look at Nick. "Come over here Nick. Get behind her and feel these tits." Nick dropped onto the couch. "Real?" Connor nodded. "Oh, very much so." "Connor, you're shitting me..." Nick leaned against her back, reached around and cupped her warm resilient flesh. "You're not shitting me..." He gently squeezed her breasts. "My god, they're so soft!" Bryn moaned in appreciation. He had good hands. Connor chuckled. "They're soft because they're not full of space-age plastic." Nick stroked her sensitive and swollen nipples with his thumbs and Bryn moaned again. Nick sighed. "She can actually feel that..." Bryn pressed her ass back against Nick's erection, undulating against his heated flesh. Her mind filled with vivid images of that rigid length buried in her and she sucked hungrily on Conner cock. Connor gasped. "God her mouth..." He raised a brow at Nick. "She can feel you because her nipples were never removed then stitched back together. I told you, they're real." Nick groaned. "I'll never do another damn actress 16

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again." Connor raised a stern brow. "I told you not to do actresses in the first place; there's nothing in them for you." Nick curled his lip. "I noticed." "About damned time..." Bryn slid a hand down to her wet and hungry flesh. She stroked her over-excited clit with a damp finger and her hips bucked. She drove her mouth down then pulled back sucking strongly. Connor sucked a harsh breath. "Bryn, you delightful girl... Nick, she's good, it won't take me long, I'm about there..." She could feel him pulsing in her mouth. She was ready to cum on her fingers with Connor's cock in her mouth and Nick's hands on her breasts. Connor abruptly caught her hands and pulled them away. "No, no, I don't want you to touch yourself." Bryn groaned in frustration and let his cock slide from her lips. She twisted her wrists. "But Conner..." "No, no dear, it'll be better this way, I promise. Nick take her wrists and be gentle." "I got her." Bryn felt Nick pull her wrists firmly behind her. "Uh, guys?" Her heart thudded in her chest, but a wet pulse of excitement throbbed in her pussy. "Take it easy, we're not going to hurt you." Nick took her wrists in one hand then slid an arm around her waist. "It'll be more fun this way, I promise." He pressed up against her and rubbed his dick along the seam of her butt. "Mother-fuck! That is a nice ass..." "I thought you might like that." Conner smiled and lifted Bryn's chin. "Now Bryn, give me your mouth again, I want to cum, and then you get yours." Bryn leaned forward and drew Conner's cock back into her mouth then lashed him with her tongue. She couldn't 17

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believe they wanted her enough to actually hold her. He groaned. "Such a delightful -- mouth." She sucked harder, working Connor's entire length as deep into her throat as she could before pulling back to catch a breath. She could feel Nick's hard cock sliding deliciously against her backside, reminding her that he would soon be sheathed in her hungry flesh. "Oh yes." Connor groaned sliding his dick in, then out of her snug and skillful mouth. "Ah... I'm about to spend." "Thank fucking God, I'm gonna spill on her ass in just a second..." "Nick, don't you dare..." "I won't, I won't... But Christ I'm dying here!" Bryn found the idea of being spattered with their cum breathtakingly arousing. Connor took Bryn's bobbing head in both hands. "Bryn I need you to drink my cum." Bryn pulled back and made a soft sound of protest. She didn't mind getting it all over her, but she didn't want to swallow it! Connor fisted his hands in her hair and shoved his cock further down her throat. "No, I really need you to swallow my dear." He pulled back an inch to thrust again, shoving as deep as he could go. Her nose pressed against his belly. "I simply must insist." Bryn couldn't breath. She whimpered in fright. Her throat closed tightly around the cock in her throat. He gasped and rocked against her mouth. "Her throat is so damned tight! Ah..." Suddenly Bryn's throat filled with a thick hot liquid. She twisted in Nick's hands, fighting to breathe without swallowing. "She's fighting it..." Connor groaned. Nick pressed tightly against her back. "Drink it sweetheart," he crooned against her ear. "Drink it and you'll feel 18

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much better." Connor gasped for breath. "As will I." Desperate for air, Bryn was forced to swallow the load of spunk in her throat. "Good girl!" Connor gasped and released her head, pulling his cock from her mouth. "Thank God, I thought she was going to kill me!" Bryn fell back against Nick and gasped for air. Connor's cum was a sticky coating in her mouth and she had to swallow again. "Are you all right my dear?" Connor brushed a palm across her forehead and. "I'm truly sorry, but I just had to have you swallow." He cupped her face in his palms and looked deeply into her eyes. "Can you forgive me?" Bryn stared into the solid black of his eyes. He hadn't really hurt her and he seemed to appreciate it so much... She sighed and nodded. "That's my good girl." He delivered a breathtaking smile then his hands slid down her throat, over her collarbones and across the tops of her breasts. Bryn felt his fingers brush her nipple then he pinched it gently. She gasped and fire blazed from her nipple straight down. Heat abruptly swelled in her stomach and spread into her already ravenous pussy. She arched back against Nick with a gasp. "Hold onto her or she'll be on the floor..." Connor sat back on the couch and chuckled. "In about five more seconds she'll be well under. Oh, and make sure you keep track of her hands. Don't let her touch herself, we don't want her to cum just yet." Bryn was on fire with lust. Nick's arms came around her to keep her from falling off the couch. She writhed across his lap. A red wash flooded her mind and all thought fled.

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onnor nodded. "There she goes, she'll be out of it for a little while." Nick looked up at Connor. "I've never seen such a fast reaction..." "It's her first drink from one of us and she's very potent. They always go under this fast." Nick scowled. "How the fuck do you find them?" "Once you know what to look for, you can smell it on their skin." Connor grinned broadly. "I could smell her potential as soon as she got in my SUV. Watch her, she's too far under to control herself." Nick grabbed for her hands. He gasped. "Christ, she's rubbing her ass on my dick! I'm gonna explode if I don't get to dump my load soon!" "A little patience will do you good." Connor chuckled. "She needs to stew for just a bit longer. Lay her down on the couch, so she's off your dick. As soon as her body grows accustomed to what I've just put in her, she'll have orgasm after orgasm and we'll stuff ourselves stupid." Nick caught her wrists in one of his hands. "Will she be this way every time she's sucks one of us?" They stretched Bryn out between them. The leather 20

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actress!" Nick frowned. "I don't see why I have to give her up Connor." Connor curled his lip. "Because you are starving you fool! You're a full two decades younger than I am, and you look like Hell! If you don't feed properly, you're going to lose your career! Damn it man, if this keeps up you will end up in a box!" Nick stared at Connor with a black scowl. "I know, damn you! I know..." "When was the last time you felt your teeth?" Connor downed the last of the whisky in his glass. "I'll bet my house in Big Sur that she doesn't even bring them out..." "She gets me hard..." Nick lifted his chin. "She's perfect..." "She only 'looks' perfect. Money and a good surgeon will do that." Connor shook his head and gave him a sour smile. "Inside, she has about as much value as a Twinkie, and your body knows it." Connor shook his head. "I'm right aren't I? She doesn't bring them out." "You know what?" A growl rose from Nick's chest. "Fuck you." Connor leaned over and squeezed Bryn's plump breast. She arched up under his hand and moaned, her eyes were half-closed and had dilated to wide black pools. Her skin was flushed and thighs glistened with moisture from her excitement. He watched Nick take a deep breath, then lick his lips. Connor narrowed an eye at Nick and smiled. "I'll bet that your teeth are fully out, right now." Nick scowled. "Yeah, so?" "Good." Connor nodded. "Because I'd say our girl is just about ready, even for your particular kink. Help me flip her over; she needs to suck you as soon as she snaps out of it. After that, we'll have a nice ride for the rest of the night. Possibly for the rest of the weekend." 23

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"Thought you might like her." Nick's eyes narrowed to feral slits. "Can we keep her?" "I am considering it." Conner sipped at his steaming chocolate. "Writers are easier to keep than artists and they travel well. They do all their creating on a computer, or a laptop. They're easy to pack up and take with you if you need to spend months or years, on location." Nick leaned back on the couch. "You're right, she's perfect." Conner slanted a narrow look at him. "If we keep her, she'll need constant supervision." Nick's brows arched up. "What for?" Conner tilted his head toward the bedroom. "Her imagination is where all that fire comes from. Two many of us drinking from her will ruin her for writing." "God, I love her books, she can't stop writing." "No she can't. On top of that we'll have to be very careful not to drink too deep..." "Yeah, she'll lose her potency..." "No dear Nick, we'll get too young." Nick grinned. "I thought I was feeling really, really good... Your hair has a lot more blonde in it and your face looks a lot better." Connor nodded. "And you drank far deeper than I. I only took a mouthful. You had at least three whole swallows." Connor raised a brow. "Haven't you looked in the mirror? I'd say you lost about twenty years." Nick lunged from the couch and dashed to the bathroom. He came back digging his fingers through his sin-black hair. "What the fuck am I gonna do? I can't show up like this!" Connor pursed his lips. "We'll go back in a week or so, and do the same thing that singer turned actress did..." Nick grinned "The one with the tattoo across her ass?" Nick laughed out loud. "She spent a little too much time on 38

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"You can learn." Bryn raised her brow. Paula was being awfully insistent. "Paula, how much of a finder's fee do you get, if I write for this guy?" "Enough." "I see... Is this why you were determined to get me to this convention, you wanted me to meet this guy?" "Maybe. Look, writing for television would be great for your career -- " "Not to mention your bank account." Bryn tossed the semi-sheer cotton gown on the ironing board. Ironing around the beading took concentration, and both hands. "Look, I need to finish getting ready. We can talk about this when I get down there." "Just hurry. I have a hoard of fans down here and a mountain of books." "As soon as I'm ready, I'll be there. See you in a few..." Bryn powered down the phone. "I really need to consider getting a different agent. Paula is way too interested in her own bank account." Bryn slipped the warmed gown on and adjusted her buttons in front of the mirror. She left the top two undone to show off the way her bustier made her breasts mound up, and the bottom ones undone to mid-thigh, showing off an awful lot of leg. If she sat just right, the lacy top of her stockings would be visible but her panties would still be well covered. She brushed out her long strawberry-blonde hair then used a simple velvet band to hold her mane back from her brow, leaving the full length loose, to swing her hips. Staring at her reflection she pulled the neckline over to check the bite-marks on her shoulders. The bathroom mirror at the cabin had been up too high for her to really see anything. There was no trace of a mark on either shoulder. Not 45

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"That's right, sweet-heart." Nick nodded firmly. "Your ass has an appointment with the palm of my hand." Bryn looked at Conner in panic. "What?" Conner smiled. "You will not run out without saying good-bye again." "You're going to spank me?" Bryn's heart thumped in her chest. "But you can't do that!" "I assure you, your ass will be nice and pink when he's through." Conner tilted his head at Nick. "Nick enjoys his work." "Look, I had to go!" Bryn took a panicked step back. "You guys are not being fair!" "Probably not." Conner slid the black coat from his shoulders. "Shall we get to work? Where are the rest of your things?" Unfortunately, Bryn had taken very little out of her suitcase, so she was packed in a matter of minutes. However, that short amount of time was more than enough to fray her nerves to threads. A spanking? Are they out of their minds? Her cheeks heated with the idea of Nick's large hands on her bare behind. A curl of sensual awareness shivered through her, and her panties became undeniably moist. Bryn winced. I'm getting wet over a spanking? I must be more perverted than I thought. Conner moved the full suitcase to the desk. "Are you sure that's all of it?" Bryn watched Nick seat himself comfortably on the edge of the bed. She swallowed hard, but she couldn't tell if her mouth was dry from fear, or anticipation. "Yes. Except for what I'm wearing." "Good." Conner set the desk chair by the bed then sat. "Come over here." Bryn took a deep breath and inched toward Conner. "You are not spanking me." "No dear, I'm not." Conner reached for the top buttons 57

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He licked his lips. "I can't wait to cum in your ass again." He tugged sharply. Bryn tumbled across his splayed knees. Her feet kicked up in midair. Her hands scrabbled for something to hold, but there was nothing but the floor. She felt his arm on the back of her knees, pulling her into position and steadying her across his lap. Oh my God! He's really going to do this! Nick released her wrist and carefully wound her hair around his fist. "There's no need to be brave. I have you, and you're not going anywhere. Feel free to squirm all you like. In fact, you can scream all you like too." Bryn saw him raise his hand from the corner of her eye. "Nick, don't!" Then she heard a loud crack. Half a second later, her right butt-cheek was on fire. A hiss escaped her lips. "Would you look at that? A perfect hand-print." Nick chuckled then raised his hand again. Bryn flinched at the sharp slap, then her other butt-cheek was on fire too. She bit back a moan, and could not stop herself from writhing on his lap to relieve the sting. She didn't see him raise his hand again, but she certainly heard the quick succession of slaps, and felt the fiery results. He stopped and Bryn groaned in agonized relief, then hissed. He was exploring her burning ass with fingers that felt like sharp nails on the marks he'd made. "God!" She couldn't stop her writhing. "I bet that really stings right now," Nick said softly. "You should see it. Your ass is almost the right color." Bryn gasped for a breath. "Almost?" "Almost," Nick agreed. Bryn felt his finger slide down the seam of her butt, to explore her soft core. "Hot damn! Conner, she's soaked. I think she likes having her ass warmed." Nick slid a finger into her. She gasped with the delicious sensation. He flicked 60

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Nick raised a brow at Conner. "How 'bout I empty my balls down her throat? I'm hard as a rock from all her squirming." "Now that you mention it, I'm in a similar condition from watching her arse dance on your lap. I think that sounds like the perfect solution." "You guys are sadistic assholes!" Bryn spat. Nick leaned over her. "Picked up on that did you?" The brush landed sharply, twice, once on each cheek. Bryn almost screamed that time. She barely stopped herself. Nick chuckled. "Still holding out on me?" The brush landed, and landed, and landed... Bryn let out a screech that nearly deafened her. Nick flinched back "Fuck me!" "Bravo!" Conner called out. "I think you can safely say that that was indeed a scream." Bryn was lifted up from her humiliating position, and Nick sat her across his knees. She hissed as soon as her butt made contact with his hard leg. Nick wrapped his arms around her. "It's okay, we're all done now." He pressed a kiss on her brow. "You did good." Bryn stared at him and suddenly, without any warning, tears started. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed on his shoulder. "Hey now..." Nick held her tight against him and patted her back. "Take it easy, you're going to be fine." Conner sat on the bed beside Nick and grinned. "That was quite a show. Our Bryn held out much longer than I expected. No wonder she was able to spit in Boyd's eye." Bryn sobbed harder. Nick choked. "Take it easy don't strangle me!" He grinned at Conner. Bryn leaned back. "I'm sorry..." She wiped at her cheeks. "I don't know what happened. I was fine and then, 62

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"Conner, your pick?" Nick picked up his pants and tossed them over the chair. "Bryn?" Conner lowered his pants. His cock was swollen and thick with veins. "Turn your arse toward me. I want to fuck that wet pussy of yours." Bryn turned with speed and positioned herself in front of Conner. Relief at last... Thank God! "You did a good job Nick." Conner chuckled. "That arse is almost uniform in color." Nick got up on the bed. "Almost uniform?" He sat back on his heels in front of Bryn. "I'll get it right next time." Bryn glared at Nick. "Next time?" Nick lifted her chin. "That's enough out of you. Open your mouth, sweetheart, and give me your wicked little tongue." Bryn narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth. Nick slid into her mouth, and then surged down her throat before she could stop him. She gagged a little and pulled back, but was stopped by his hand in her hair. "No, no, sweetheart, you are not going anywhere." He pulled back a little to let her breathe. "Suck me little girl. Show me what you got." Bryn tightened her lips and used her tongue to taste and explore. "Oh yes..." Nick sighed then hissed. "Conner, I'm going to fucking blow right damn quick." Bryn felt Conner's cool hands on her warm butt, spreading her cheeks. A shiver shook her. "Give me a moment, please. Her arse is nice and warm." Bryn felt the head of Conner's cock rub against her aching and moist opening, then he pressed for entry. Her body opened and he slid in. Thick, hot, hard... She moaned around Nick's cock. Conner's hands cupped her hips. "Oh yes..." Conner sighed, pulled back a little then thrust, hard. 64

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"This is all so crazy." Bryn shook her head. "I have to sit down." Conner looked at Nick. "I realize that this is a bit much for you..." Bryn stared at her hands. "If you hadn't feed on me earlier, I would have thought you were out of your minds." She looked up. "I don't feel any different. You didn't take my talent before." Conner knelt before her. "Because we value your talents, so we only sipped. The small amount we took was replenished as soon as you slept." Nick stood at Conner's shoulder. "We don't want to hurt you. We care about you." He blushed. "Don't you like us?" Bryn bit her lip. "I adore you guys, but I don't want to lose my whole life." Conner smiled sadly. "I'm sorry, but your life was gone as soon as Boyd knew you existed." He turned and raised a brow at Nick. "And I strongly suspect that your agent has been trying to get you for Boyd for a while now." Bryn frowned. "Paula has been trying to get me to one convention or another for almost a year now." Conner shook his head. "My dear, only sheer luck kept you out of his hands all this time." Nick grinned viciously. "Boyd's going to shit in his jockeys as soon as he finds out that you're under our protection." Conner slanted a smile at Bryn. "You do accept our protection, don't you?" Bryn gave him a sad attempt at a smile. "I have to, don't I?" Conner patted her knee. "I'm afraid so." Nick nodded. "It'll be fun, you'll see. You get to travel with us when we go on location." He looked at Conner. "She's going to love your castle in Germany." Bryn's mouth fell open. "You have a castle?" 69

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"Wet pussy, my favorite." A hard shiver of erotic pleasure startled Bryn. She was still over-excited from the spanking and the sex that followed. The fact that they hadn't let her cum had only made it worse. Her body didn't care that a sadistic son of a bitch was stirring it, as long as it got what it wanted. His fingers flicked lightly on her clit and Bryn jolted with every touch. She closed her eyes, and tried not to moan. Her body wanted to cum very, very badly. Boyd sighed. "Now that's what I want to smell. Hot hungry pussy..." He chuckled. "And you smell good enough to eat." The door opened and Bryn was shoved out. "Privacy at last." She turned to see Boyd turn the key on the elevator. There was no way she was going to get back out without that key. "Lets get you situated." Boyd jerked on the reins and Bryn was pulled across the huge suite toward a metal frame that looked like a cut-off swing set, standing in front of the balcony windows. Two large comfortable chairs sat to either side of the frame, and a round table held all kinds of leather and wooden implements that Bryn did not want to examine closely. Boyd looped the reins around the bar over her head. "I probably need to dump two loads of cum in you before Conner and Nick's hold on you loosens enough to let me take command." What? Bryn stared at him in shock. Boyd raised a brow. "Oh, they didn't tell you?" He walked behind her and fiddled with the handcuffs. "Vampire cum acts like a drug. It makes you obedient to the vampire's control. I bet they told you not to leave the room, that's why you've been fighting so hard all this time. It's not really your fault. You're just operating under their 76

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you cum in under a minute." Bryn trembled in his hold. This close, she could feel just how rancid he really was. She felt the scrape of sharp teeth on her throat. "I can't wait to take my first taste of your soul, Bryn Savage." His lips trailed down her throat. "I can smell just how good you're going to taste. There's so much potency in you that all five of us will be able to feed every fucking day for a week before we bleed your talent dry." Bryn shivered and he chuckled. "Oh, don't worry, as long as we leave a trace of your talent it'll come back." He stepped back and his fingers went to his shirt collar. "In a year, or two." He pulled his tie off then walked out of Bryn's eyesight. "Time to fuck, don't you think?" Bryn heard the jingle of a belt being opened. She pulled on her wrists. Damn it! Conner? Nick? Where the hell are you? Conner and Nick both looked up from the front desk then looked at each other. "Did you hear that?" they both said at the same time. Conner tossed the pen down. "Shit. He's got her." They both ran for the main lobby elevator. "Sir? Your receipt!" the desk clerk called out. He looked down at the signature. "Oh my god!" he called over his fellow desk clerk. "Look at this! That really was..." The other desk clerk stared at the name on the credit card receipt. "Holy shit... Then that means the other guy was real too." They both stared after the two men fighting their way through the lobby crowd to get to the elevators. Boyd walked up behind Bryn and wrapped his arms around her. The heat of his cock pressed against the base of her spine. "Let's see how close I can get you to cumming before I can't take it anymore and have to shove my dick into you." He cupped her breast with one palm and rolled a nipple between his fingers. 78

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coil that stole her breath. "I am so fucking hard, that I'll probably cum as soon as I squeeze into that tight cunt of yours." She shut her eyes. She wasn't going to make it... The elevator door dinged, and opened. "Son of a bitch!" "Get your filthy hands off her!" Boyd whipped around. "How the fuck did you get in here?" Bryn sagged in the manacles. He stopped, thank God he stopped... She saw movement in the window glass's reflection. Two figures came charging out of the elevator, one in a long black coat and the other in ash gray. "Security recognized us ass-hole." The two figures tackled the naked reflection of Boyd. She couldn't make out a whole lot but she heard the meaty thuds of fists and heard Boyd's frustrated cry of pain. "And stay down, you sack of shit," Nick said with deadly venom. "I'll hold him," Conner said with crisp anger. "Go take her down." The ratcheting sound of handcuffs was loud in the small room. "She mine," Boyd protested. "She's under our protection you little shit," Conner snapped. "Bryn?" Nick said softly at her shoulder. Bryn could only moan in reply. "Fuck..." His fingers brushed against the straps on her head. "Damn thing's got a fucking padlock. Hold still, I have to cut it off you." She felt the strap at her jaw give and suddenly the bridle was pulled away. Her mouth felt stretched and dry. "God... Nick?" "I'm right here, we're getting you out of here..." He pressed against her back and reached for the manacle on 80

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Nick struggled to hold her. "Conner! What's wrong?" Bryn froze, taking small panicked breaths, her heart thumping hard in her chest with the crushing wave of orgasm hanging over her. She trembled rigid in Nick's arms and stared up at him. "She's holding it in," Conner said calmly. "Tell her to cum." Nick shot him a panicked look. "What?" "Tell her to cum," he repeated patiently. "She won't let go until you do." "You told her not to cum?" Boyd gasped. "Is that why she held off so long, compulsion?" "You, shut your hole," Conner snarled. "She doesn't have enough in her to make her do anything she doesn't want to do. Bryn held off because she wanted to, not because we made her. She fought to hold back so long, she's just too afraid to let it happen." Nick brushed the pale strawberry blond hair from Bryn's cheek. A wrinkle formed between his sharp black brows. "Is that it sweetheart? You held back and saved yourself, and now you can't let go?" He lifted her and cradled her against his heart. "Damn good work, sweetheart." A crooked smile lifted the corner of his mouth. "But, you're safe now. I have you and you'll be fine." He sucked two fingers into his mouth then pressed them into her slick body. Bryn moaned and arched, raising her knee to give him access. "Cum for Nick, sweetheart. Cum for me." He curled his fingers within her. Bryn felt the wave fall and crush her in painful glory. She screamed and bucked in his arms as climax hit her, then again, and again, in storm after violent storm. Nick gasped and threw back his head, his long fangs out. His arms crushed her to his heart as she came and came. 82

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Across the room Conner gasped. "Mother of God!" The storm ended and Bryn took a deep breath. She blinked tiredly up at Nick. Nick panted harshly and groaned. "Well that was one hell of a joyride." He smiled wearily down at Bryn. "You gonna live?" Bryn gave him a small smile. "I think so." "Good." He grinned broadly then lifted her to his shoulder like a child. "Good girl." She wrapped her arms around his neck and her tears soaked into his ash gray coat. Boyd moaned. "I could taste her all the way over here!" "And you wanted to destroy all that potential?" Conner dragged him to his feet. "You will pay, Boyd Ransom. You will pay and dearly." Bryn sat on one of the plush chairs, wrapped in Nick's gray coat and watched Conner and Nick tie Boyd to the frame in her place. Boyd pulled at his bindings and shouted. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Nick looked at Conner. "Are you sure...?" Conner gave Nick a chilly smile. "Absolutely. His brother won't be pleased, but he'll understand. She was under our protection, we're well within our rights." He looked back at Bryn. "Do you want to give us a hand here?" Bryn set her jaw. "Sure." She walked around to the front and stared at Boyd's infuriated face. "What do you want me to do?" What ever it was, she hoped Conner would make it hurt. Conner slanted a determined look at Boyd. "All you have to do is make him cum and we'll do the rest." Bryn tilted her head to the side. "Make him cum?" Boyd exploded. "No, no, no! You can't do this to me!" Conner bared long teeth. "We're only doing what you 83

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were about to do to Bryn It's fitting, don't you think so Nick?" Nick's mouth was a cold hard line. "I think we should slit his throat and leave him." Boyd promptly went ballistic, screaming and fighting the chains that held him. Bryn's brows shot up. "You're going to drain him?" Conner nodded. "We won't kill him, but he won't be smiling at any camera for quite some time." Conner slapped Boyd's sweating cheek. Boyd abruptly stilled. "You were turned when? Nineteen-thirties, right?" Bryn's mouth fell open. Nineteen-thirties? Boyd simply shuddered. Conner bared his long teeth. "Pay attention Boyd. Humans survive this better than we do. If we take too much, we'll kill you." Nick whacked the back of Boyd's head. "Snap out of it. If we miss, they won't even know what to make of your dried out corpse. Nineteen-thirties, right?" Boyd nodded his head. Nick scowled. "He's going to taste like sewage." Conner returned an equally sour look. "Oh I know." He crooked a finger at Bryn. "Can you get him to cum?" Bryn nodded. "No problem." She pulled the coat from her shoulders and handed it to Conner, who tossed it on the chair. She tossed her long hair behind her and knelt. Nick frowned. "Don't get any of his cum in your mouth or anywhere else." "As if?" Bryn snorted. "I know what I'm doing, trust me." She waited for Conner's nod then pressed Boyd's semi-hard dick between her breasts. She squeezed her breasts around him and pushed upward, stroking his cock between the soft globes. Boyd groaned and hardened. Conner's brows shot up. "Now that is an interesting 84

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picture." Nick nodded sharply. "It's giving me ideas." Bryn pumped Boyd's cock with her breasts then looked up and saw Boyd watching in alarmed interest. He licked his lips. With a slow smile, Bryn stuck out her tongue and licked the swollen head of cock. He gasped and panted. Bryn she felt his cock pulse between her breasts. A tear of cum appeared on the head of his cock. "He's just about there, guys." "Are you ready?" Conner asked softly. Nick bared his long teeth. "Oh yeah." Bryn pressed his cock and her breasts against his belly. With one hand, she reached under and sought the sensitive spot between his balls and his anus with her fingers. She rubbed the sensitive spot with her fingers while squeezing his hard cock with her breasts. Boyd threw back his head and choked. "God, no..." He jerked in the chains and his balls emptied their load on Bryn's breasts. The vampires sank their fangs in his throat and drank, and drank... **** "Well now, my dear, that little stunt was pretty spectacular." Conner keyed the elevator open. Bryn lifted a brow and gave him a grin. "I have hidden talents." Nick barked out a laugh. "I think I'm going to like having Bryn as a long-term house-guest!" Conner shook his head "Life will certainly be, adventuresome." He gently coaxed Bryn into the elevator in front of him. "Lets get you into some proper clothes and go home." Bryn nibbled on her bottom lip. "Colorado huh?" 85

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Conner nodded. "I have a suite overlooking the valley that will suit you perfectly. Oh, and a new computer that will arrive on Monday." Bryn's mouth fell open "A new computer?" "You offer her balcony suite in Colorado, and she gets excited over the computer. Jeeze..." Nick laughed and the elevator doors closed. **** On the floor beneath the bondage frame a very old, very naked man stirred, and whimpered.

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