BDSM Romance Collection Page 19

  Well, this time he wouldn’t fall back into Sid’s seductive trap. He’d work with the vampire and werewolf to prove himself innocent, ensure his freedom, but he would not take either monster into his bed.

  He thought of the way he’d found the two, writhing and naked in the very bed he now sat on. His cock twitched in his pants and he sighed. It had been months since he’d been with Sid, with anyone.

  “Be strong,” he growled at himself. Tulle, now snoozing in his lap, stirred and gave a tiny whimper. “Don’t worry, girl.” He petted the dogs’ smooth head. “I’m angry at myself. Not you.”

  A knock came at the door. Avery was going to ignore it, but then a voice filtered through. “I know you’re in there. I can sense you. Word is you didn’t kill Mark after all, and there’s a werewolf who can testify to your innocence.”

  Avery gave a weary groan and cradled his head in his hands. “Come in, Ethan.” The last thing he needed right now was a visit from the lover of the werewolf he’d been accused of murdering.

  A tall, brawny blond man entered. Avery had always thought the werewolf trainer looked a lot like that actor, Dolph Lundgren. He and Ethan had a past. Truth was, Avery had been having an affair with Mark before the werewolf was killed. Revenge on Sid for the many affairs he’d had was a part of his motive, he admitted. Ethan had found Avery in bed with Mark, and a fierce battle had ensued. One that left Ethan with a broken arm and Avery with a broken nose. Thankfully, being monsters, the wounds healed quickly.

  Avery had contemplated the possibility of Ethan’s guilt. He had motive to murder Mark. A lover scorned could go mad with the need for revenge. Still, no fingers had been pointed at Ethan, and Avery found that suspicious. But then, the troll knew he was suspicious by nature. While he hadn’t loved Mark, Avery admitted he’d been fond of the werewolf, and if he found out Ethan was to blame he’d definitely administer another pounding. He could understand, as well, if the reason for Ethan’s visit today was to take a pound of flesh for his fallen lover.

  He stood and faced the werewolf trainer, flexed his fists, frowned, and waited. Tulle hopped from the bed and scampered to a pile of pillows. She promptly hid beneath the cushions as the two monsters drew close near the center of the room.

  “I don’t think you did it,” Ethan said. “So you can lower your hackles. I just …” He ran a hand through his short, bristly hair. “I just need some closure, I guess. Did the newborn werewolf really see Mark’s murderer?”

  Avery nodded. “Sid went in his mind and took the face down. They’re headed to Council Headquarters now with the image.”

  Ethan snorted. “Bout time that vampire did something for you.”

  Avery sighed. “Ethan, I don’t want to get into anything—”

  “What?” He shrugged. “You may have fucked my lover, which I’ve still not forgiven you for, but I’ve never approved of the way Sid uses you like a secondhand dish rag. And I’ve never hid that.”

  “Look, drop it,” Avery snarled and got in the werewolf’s face. “What did you come here for?”

  “I figure there’s going to be an investigation, one way or another. If you’ve sent the newborn to Council, chances are they’ll send you and the others to bring in the bad guy. I want on your investigation team when that happens.”

  Avery said nothing. He contemplated this as he sat on the bed. Ethan joined him, sitting closer than Avery was comfortable with.

  “How do I know you didn’t kill Mark?” Avery muttered. “This could be an attempt to hide your guilt.”

  The werewolf snarled and suddenly lunged. He pinned the troll’s arms to the bed and held him down with powerful legs. “How dare you. I loved Mark more than anything. You’re lucky I don’t change and tear your throat out right now.”

  The troll snarled and focused all his power in his thickly muscled arms and legs. He flipped the werewolf and turned the tables, pinning the angry beast beneath him. “Calm the fuck down. We can work together or rip each other apart. Your choice, asshole.”

  The werewolf did something that shocked him. He gave a low growl in his throat then wrapped a hand around the back of Avery’s neck. With a quick yank, he pulled the troll against his lips for an angry kiss.

  A tongue forced its way into his mouth. Lips crushed against his and teeth scraped over his bottom lip. Avery thought about throwing the werewolf off, but the contact felt so good. He pushed against the werewolf’s well developed pecs and growled.

  “Come on,” Ethan whispered, brushing fingers over the bristly fur at Avery’s chin. “You’ve been as lonely as I have. Hungry too. I can sense it coming off you.”

  Mark had left them both months back, when Avery and Ethan began fighting over him. A quiet man, he said he regretted the affair and didn’t need the drama. It had been then that Avery had enlisted in Purity, deciding he wanted to try and transform into a human. He hadn’t realized, at the time, the organization’s intentions were anything but benevolent. But when he had, he’d gotten out and started planning for Purity’s demise. Before he could do anything, though, they’d killed Mark and tried to frame him for the homicide. Now, he’d need to get back inside their walls and finish what he’d started.

  He decided for now, though, a pleasurable distraction couldn’t hurt. So he whirled the werewolf around and pinned him beneath him once more, trading submission for dominance.

  “Fine, you wanna fuck,” he growled against his lover’s lips. “Let’s fuck.”

  Ethan’s hands snarled in Avery’s long hair and pulled. The troll crushed his lips to the werewolf’s again and claimed his tongue, bit his top and bottom lip until the werewolf mewled beneath him. He rose up a bit and clamped his beefy paws down on the lapel’s of his lover’s shirt. With one powerful yank, he ripped the fabric from his chest. Buttons popped and flew everywhere. Tulle let out a loud whine and Avery briefly glimpsed her skittering to a safer spot under the window.

  The werewolf reciprocated, partially changing and retracting claws that he dug into the thin material of Avery’s t-shirt. Then he drew the talons down and a slow ripping sounded as the garment fell from the troll’s burly chest. Reaching up, the werewolf ran a hand through the hair covering his chest, then he molded his palms to the troll’s pecs and squeezed with passionate force.

  “Take your pants off now,” the werewolf commanded. “I want to suck your cock.”

  “Let’s both get naked and suck each other off,” Avery said. “Double the pleasure.”

  They wasted no time shedding the remainder of their clothes. Avery flipped on the bed so his long, thick cock now waved, semi-erect, in the werewolf’s face. The werewolf seized it like it was a giant popsicle and he was thirsty for a taste.

  He guided the werewolf’s legs around his neck, dug his fingers into his supple ass and, with a commanding grip, tilted his ass so he could better reach his asshole. While the werewolf wrapped his lips around his dick, he spread his cheeks wide and accessed his pink, puckered hole with a swipe of tongue. The werewolf moaned when he plunged the tongue into his anus, wiggling it around, exploring the wet, inner walls.

  For the troll, his cock became sheathed in a hot, slippery tunnel of bliss. This werewolf knew how to use his mouth to maximize his lover’s pleasure. He sucked hard then softer, used his tongue to thoroughly explore the long shaft. He laved its tip beneath the plump ridge and the troll moaned loud and long, pumping his cock forward in search of that warm, tight mouth once more. But the werewolf wasn’t done exploring his glans. He lapped at the meaty head as if it were an ice cream cone. He sucked up the pre-cum with enthusiastic slurps, until the troll pulled himself up, planted a wide palm against the back of his lover’s head, and shoved his mouth down around his hard on once more.

  Then he returned to pleasuring the werewolf’s ass, but he refused to touch his cock just yet. Punishment for denying the troll his mouth longer than he liked. Instead he scooped his tongue in and out of his ass in long, slow licks. The werewolf groaned and pushed his ass close
r to his face. He dug his fingers into the firm, muscled cheeks and spread them apart wider, licking up and down his lover’s rosy crack. Then he pressed his tongue into his balls, planting more extended, tortuous licks into the downy sac.

  “Suck my cock now,” the werewolf commanded, giving him a rapid hand job while he spoke.

  The troll gave a guttural laugh. “No one demands anything of me. Be polite. You’re my bitch.”

  A low growl came from the werewolf, but he relented. “Please,” he whispered. “Please suck my cock.”

  “Beg me some more.” He grunted then sucked his lover’s balls between his lips. He nibbled on this tender flesh until his lover squirmed and whimpered.

  “Please suck me now.” His voice grew thin and reedy. “ I need to feel your mouth so bad.”

  His hand wrapped around the werewolf’s cock and he pulled once, twice, then he swept his grip to the base of the shaft and stayed his hand. “Tell you what. Make me cum, and I’ll return the favor. But you can’t blow your load until after I have.”

  “What?” the werewolf thrashed in his grip and snarled. “You prick—”

  He squeezed his lover’s cock hard until the man gasped. “That’s my rule. Or we can stop right now.”

  “Asshole. I thought you said double the pleasure,” the werewolf murmured, before he once more gobbled his lover’s cock.

  “Ahhhh,” the troll relaxed back on the bed and planted one hand at the back of the werewolf’s head, guiding him in a steady rhythm. “I did. I just didn’t say who got to cum first, did I? Now be a good boy and suck well. Then you get your reward.”

  The werewolf sucked him fiercely, taking his anger out on the troll’s thick, steely cock. He sucked in his cheeks as much as he could, and the troll grinned down at him as he watched. He deep throated his lover and swallowed once, twice, three times around the plump head. The troll groaned as bliss flowed out from his glans, encasing his cock in ecstasy. He told the werewolf to “Play with his balls and ass” as he blew him.

  Fingers probed and squeezed his heavy, haired scrotum. His lover took his cock from his mouth long enough to lick the length of his crack, poked his tongue in and out his hole. The troll growled out his satisfaction then commanded the werewolf suck his cock once more. Soon he face fucked the werewolf ferociously, jamming his cock in to the hilt. His lover gagged and drooled around the forceful thrusts. He finally had to wrap a hand around the base of the shaft to control the force of the pounding he took. The troll curled both hands around the back of his head and drew him tight against his groin, driving his dick deep down his throat as he spurted hot semen down his lover’s gullet.

  “Well done, werewolf,” he said, after he caught his breath and came down from the orgasm. “Now, as promised, you’ll get your reward.”

  He grabbed his lover’s ass and yanked him close, gobbling his cock in a frenzy of tongue and ardent sucking. The werewolf cried out loudly and jammed his penis deeper still. He used a touch of teeth as he drew his mouth up the slippery shaft, making his lover whimper then hiss air between his teeth. Next the troll nipped at the sensitive head, following this up with gentle, long licks, giving his lover a pain / pleasure combination that made his pre-cum spurt copiously.

  “Ready to cum, werewolf?” He took his mouth from the penis and worked it with a fast and furious grip.

  “Fuck’s sake, yes,” he cried out, arching his hips high and thrusting in time with the troll’s pumping fist.

  “Then cum you will.”

  He swallowed his lover’s cock and shook his head back and forth when he reached the root. This made his mouth swish delightfully over the entire penis, he knew, and he kept it up until the werewolf shouted, “Ahhhhh,” and jetted hot, salty spunk down his throat.

  When he was finished, the troll pulled him from his mouth and slapped his ass. “Thanks for helping me kill some time.” He threw the werewolf’s jeans at him. “You can leave now.”

  Ethan snarled and swiped up the remains of his torn shirt. “Wasn’t planning on staying anyway.” He pulled on his pants and headed for the door, turning before he left. “Just be sure to bring that new werewolf my way tomorrow. He’ll need training before you and your merry band head off to hunt the killer.”

  Avery emitted a sardonic laugh. “How convenient. That guarantees you’ll know when we’re leaving. Guess you’re bound and determined to come with us.”

  “You got that right.” The werewolf slammed the door behind him.

  ***

  It looked like a giant sandcastle, Warren thought, as they neared Council Headquarters. Great towers ended in spires that brushed the ceiling of their subterranean home. Violet light glowed inside the rounded windows, and the staircase leading up to a massive door was as twisted as the body of a snake.

  “So you mentioned something about training other vampires back there. Is that your job or something?”

  Sid shrugged. “A monster has to make a living somehow.”

  “What, you actually have industry and commerce down here?” Warren smirked.

  Sid gave him a disapproving look. “I told you we did. You just experienced a taste of our leading industry back there.”

  “Sex?”

  Sid nodded. “Sex sells. Since it’s a source of feeding for us, and so much more, you can see why it leads the economy. Our other major industries are food production and acquisition, training newborn monsters, and providing protection from human discovery.”

  Warren remained silent as he took this all in. Perhaps he should’ve still been angry about the changes thrust on him, but he thought that would just be whiny. Perhaps he should’ve still been reeling. But survival mode kicked in strong, and he knew if he planned on living underground he’d have to adapt quickly. He sure as hell wasn’t going to curl up and die.

  The sinuous staircase was an adventure, but they made it to the top unscathed. After they did, Sid turned to the huge ebony door and spoke, “I come with news of Mark’s true killer. I request permission to present my case to Council.”

  There was a great creaking, like an ancient behemoth moving for the first time in 1000 years. The door peeled away from the shining stone and slowly descended on groaning chains. It banged to the sandy ground, sending up a great puff of gritty dust when it did so.

  Warren felt his eyes widen.

  Sid grinned when he looked at him. “After you.”

  The hallway they entered was dark, but balls of violet light hovered close to the walls. Warren thought they were attached at first, until one momentarily zipped close, as if to check him out. He gave a little surprised squeal when it did and Sid laughed at him.

  “This way,” the vampire said, pointing to a wide corridor that passed through the center of this great room.

  He took Warren’s hand and they walked on. The farther they moved down the hallway, the brighter the violet luminescence grew.

  The long passage ended with a T-junction. Sid turned left, and that’s when Warren saw it. The most brilliant, beautiful sight he’d ever saw. But the odd creatures that walked from within it made him shiver.

  Violet crystals, some the size of a refrigerator, were clustered about the large room. Its floor looked like polished onyx. At the center of the room stood a circle of stone thrones. This circle parted and unfurled, becoming a straight line as they entered. Twelve creatures occupied these seats, but most of their features were cloaked in an odd mist that seemed to cling to them. From two of the thrones, monsters stepped forward and approached.

  “You come seeking the mountain troll’s freedom. The one we call Avery,” the creature nearest Warren said. He was a towering being wearing indigo skin. Violet eyes glowed from within his rugged, heavy face. His hair, a bevy of serpents, writhed high above his head.

  “You exist.” Warren breathed, mouth gaping. “Dear god, you exist. But I thought your kind were only female?”

  The creature flashed a toothy smile. “Not god. A gorgon. And myths tend to smudge the facts.” Then i
t gripped Warren’s chin with a cold-as-stone hand. “I should let one of them strike you for such impertinence, newborn wolf, but I appreciate innocent enthusiasm.”

  “Nadu, I apologize,” Sid said, shooting Warren a glare full of daggers.

  Nadu held up a hand. “No need. He is but a child in our world.” Then he stroked that chilly hand down Warren’s face. “Now, werewolf, let me see what you have seen.”

  The gorgon gripped his head and Warren gasped.

  At first it felt as if someone licked his brain, or ran wet fingers over its surface. His body went rigid as the creature entered his thoughts, but the gorgon soothed him psychically and audibly.

  “Hush now,” Nadu said. “I won’t harm you. Just open up to me.”

  The sensation grew less invasive and Warren relaxed. He was back outside his apartment. Pain spiked his heart when he spotted Tamara running from him. She was frightened of him. That had never happened before. It tore Warren apart.

  Then he backed away from the cab, after Tamara told him she needed time. His heart sagged to his shoes, just as he glanced in the alley and witnessed the slaughter of the werewolf.

  Metal flashed. A blade slid over the werewolf’s throat. A jester laughed, then he turned in Warren’s direction. He seemed to wink out of sight he moved so fast. In a heartbeat he was across the street, stalking closer to Warren.

  He breathed hard. The gorgon’s fingers dug into his temples, but he still murmured a soothing “Shhhh, almost there.”

  Warren felt wetness on his cheeks. He’d been unaware of his tears.

  “I see him,” the gorgon said. “Oh yes, I see him. A rainforest troll.” He gasped. “Why it’s Drake, the hunter’s boy.” His grip loosened some. “Now, newborn werewolf, a gift for your service.”

  The energy flowing into his mind changed. It became…sensual. He thought of how Sid had said sex was such an important part of their culture, their number one commodity. So, of course, the gorgon rewarded him with energy akin to erotic enjoyment. It was like their minds were having sex.