Crimson Heat: 4 (Vampira) Read Free Page A

arousal. Tristan’s gaze darkened to black heat.
    She trembled as Luca tied another ribbon between the ones that bound her wrists together. The scrape of a chair shot through the air as Jaymes yanked it behind her. It creaked beneath his big weight as he stepped on it.
    “Oh, you will love whatever we do to you,” Tristan warned. His fangs popped further and further past his lips.
    Roughly, he grabbed her upper arms. He lifted them and held them out in front of her so Jaymes could loop a ribbon between her wrists. He pulled the restraint tight and tied it on the ceiling hook. Tristan let go and the strong ribbons held her arms up. She trembled. She was bound for them. She was theirs.
    Luca stepped in front of her. He didn’t touch her with his body, but leaned his head toward hers. He grinned, satisfaction and pure arousal on his face. He kissed her roughly. His hot mouth fused with hers, searing and possessive. The bristles on his chin and cheeks rubbed against her tender flesh, sparking sensitive nerve endings. He slid his hands over her breasts, massaging her, tweaking her nipples, forcing her senses to burst quickly to life.
    “Tie her ankles,” Tristan ordered. “I don’t want her to be able to move an inch.”
    The legs of the chair scraped across the floor as Jaymes tossed it back toward the table. A moment later, his hot breath whispered against her ass. His callused hands slid between her inner thighs and he forced her to widen her legs.
    Oh sweet vampires!
    Her world tilted as the silky rope ribbons curled around her left ankle. Jaymes tied the other end of the ribbon to a bolt in the floor. A moment later, her other ankle was bound, the ribbon held tight as it too became secured to a floor bolt on the other side of her. Living for so long in this cell, she’d memorized the location of all the hooks, bolts, chains and metal loops on each and every wall.
    Luca broke the kiss, which was so breathtaking she couldn’t open her eyes if her life depended on it. He smoothed his hot palms over her belly. His hand was quickly replaced by a ribbon of rope that slid seductively beneath her breasts, up the outsides and down between her valley. Then the ribbon of rope was looped around her swollen breasts several times before the rope was thrust behind her back and forward and again, until it formed a harness. It wasn’t tight, but just enough pressure to thrust her breasts forward.
    Behind her, the slurp of lubrication echoed through the cell and a few moments later the hard length of Tristan’s cock pressed against her thigh as he leaned in to whisper in her ear.
    “We’ve been away for too long, sweet slave. You’ll enjoy us no matter how rough we are with you, won’t you?”
    She creamed at the raspy dominance in his voice. His scent of anger and arousal hung thickly in the air.
    “Why not give me a little prelude and then I’ll give you my judgment?” she teased.
    Tristan cursed. She yelped and opened her eyes, yanking at her restraints as he scratched an incisor painfully against the left side of her neck and then pierced her skin. Warmth dribbled and she smelled her sweet blood. Tristan lapped at it and moaned with appreciation.
    Jaymes and Luca growled as they sniffed her blood scent.
    Tristan’s strong hands threaded through her hair and Satin moaned with excitement. He held tight to her strands and her scalp pricked with pleasure pain and searing heat. He pressed his thick, lubed cock against her sphincter, pushed past the tight knot of protesting muscles and slid into her ass. The fullness of his penetration had her panting.
    “Are you enjoying yourself yet, our little slave?” he quipped.
    She wanted to give him a teasing answer but Luca caught her quickening breaths with his mouth. He kissed her with fierce possession, his warm fingers tweaking her nipples. Jaymes settled himself on the ground amid the two males and beneath her restrained spread thighs. She shuddered and bucked as Jaymes’