Silken Rapture: Princes of the Underground, Book 2 Read online

  “Let me touch you, Isabel,” Morshiel said, longing thick in his voice. Isabel turned. Blaise pressed her back against his chest and wrapped her in his arms. His body responded to her closeness, to the full, taut friction inherent to the magical moment. His cock lengthened as he pressed his face against her fragrant hair.

  “I’m sorry to have to put you through this. You can refuse in a second. All I can say to comfort you is that Morshiel is me—all that is evil and vile and empty in me, yes. But me, nonetheless. I will think no less of you if you cannot accept him. But you are my soul, Isabel. If you cannot accept Morshiel this one time then I can never truly accept him…never truly control him from within, as opposed to without,” Blaise told her.

  He saw that Morshiel stared into her face and sensed their gazes were locked. “I can control him,” he whispered the secret near her ear. He felt her shiver in his arms. “You must trust that I can.”

  “I do trust you,” he heard her whisper. “I will do it.”

  Morshiel staggered forward almost clumsily, as if her consent had magically released him from immobility. Perhaps it had. Blaise’s arms tightened around Isabel possessively as Morshiel came toward her, hands outstretched and shaking. He touched Isabel’s bare arms.

  Blaise allowed it.

  His clone gasped in ecstasy and began to shake as his hands moved over Isabel’s skin. He pressed close until Isabel was sandwiched between their two large bodies. Blaise moved her head until it rested on his chest, and tilted up her face.

  He watched, his body humming with a strange, potent brew of magic and arousal, as Morshiel lowered his head and kissed Isabel on the lips. At first, she didn’t respond, but then he felt heat rush beneath his fingertips. Her lips began to move in a feverish rhythm beneath Morshiel’s.

  “That’s right,” Blaise whispered hotly in her ear before he kissed her there. “You are a miracle to accept me. I love you, Isabel.”

  Blaise’s words burned Isabel’s spirit as Morshiel’s mouth ignited her flesh. He tasted different than Blaise, but alike as well—more bitter, like the difference between milk and dark chocolate. Blaise cradled her ribs with his hands, caressing her, while Morshiel did the same to her arms and hips. She could feel Morshiel’s cock, thick and heavy, pressing against her belly. An almost exact sensation pressed against the base of her spine—Blaise, throbbing and steely hard.

  It made her dizzy, to feel all that desire, all that hard male strength surrounding her…focused exclusively on her.

  As if both males read her thoughts at that moment, they pressed closer, sliding their cocks up and down against her. She moaned into Morshiel’s marauding mouth. He caught her tongue gently with his teeth, giving her a rough caress. She shivered in bliss, and Morshiel and Blaise both growled, deep and feral. Blaise’s hands were at her back, and then her dress was lowering to her waist and falling to her ankles. She wore only a pair of panties beneath it. Morshiel broke their electric kiss and pressed his mouth—so hot, so hungry—against her neck.

  “She is so sweet,” he murmured brokenly.

  “Yes,” Blaise responded, sounding a little sad. “You may not take her blood, though.” He caressed Isabel’s bare breasts, making her whimper in pleasure. He lifted them in his hands from below. “Here. Feast on these, if you must.”

  Blaise stepped back slightly, leaning Isabel along the front of his body, holding her tight against him. His cock throbbed against her spine as though it pulsed with electricity. Morshiel’s lips and tongue on the sensitive skin of her breasts was nearly too pleasurable to bear. Sensation bombarded her when Blaise used his fingers to gently pinch both nipples, and Morshiel moved his head back and forth, stimulating the morsels of flesh with lips and tongue and gentle, scraping teeth.

  When Blaise released his fingers, and Morshiel surrounded her with a firm, hot suck, Isabel exploded in Blaise’s arms. He spoke near her ear as she came and Morshiel continued to suckle her nipple and caress her body.

  “That’s right, come for me. Your pleasure is mine, Isabel,” he told her gruffly as she shuddered. Much to her amazement, she felt him tugging at the glove on her right hand. “I want you to touch him, Isabel. Touch his hair.”

  Morshiel made a strange, strangled sound, her breast still in his mouth. She felt him convulse in pleasure when she slid her fingers through the short hairs on his head. He released her breast and moaned in pleasure against her wet nipple. His eyes rolled back in ecstasy. He looked transfixed, like an animal completely under the spell of a shaman.

  “You see?” Blaise whispered in her ear. “He is at your mercy. The beast in me will always be at the mercy of your touch, Isabel.”

  She cried out in wonder. Sensations were bombarding her as well as she stroked Morshiel’s hair. He was darkness—yes—and emptiness. But within the circle of Blaise’s arms, she found she could absorb the essence of him and keep her spirit intact.

  “I will lay you down now,” Blaise’s voice penetrated her sensual haze a moment later. He gently removed her naked hand from Morshiel’s hair. Morshiel was ravishing her heaving rib cage, detailing each bone with lips and tongue. She cried out in disorientation when she started to go down, until she realized Blaise held her weight. Her upper body was braced against his thighs as he knelt behind her. Her head was in his lap. His cock lay along his left thigh, pressing against his jeans and her jaw. She nuzzled it hungrily, and he caught her face with his hand, stilling her.

  She had no choice but to look up and watch as Morshiel disrobed rapidly. A few seconds later, she stared up at the awesome sight of him standing at her feet wearing nothing but the leather harness that held his heartluster. He looked impossibly tall towering over her. The leather straps highlighted his shaved balls. They hung full and heavy at the base of the long, thick pillar of his penis.

  “Remove your weapon, and you may have her,” Blaise said sternly from behind her.

  Morshiel hesitated only for a moment before he glanced at the juncture of Isabel’s naked thighs. His cock leapt several inches into the air. He winced and ran his fisted hand along the shaft before he rapidly unfastened the harness and dropped his heartluster to the floor. To Isabel, it felt like an abdication, but his ecstatic expression made her wonder if Morshiel truly considered it surrender.

  He knelt and removed Isabel’s panties. His eyes looked wild with excitement as he came back toward her on his knees, spreading her thighs wider as he did so. Her pussy was achy and drenched. She couldn’t remove her gaze from the awesome sight of his cock.

  She whimpered in anticipation when he took his cock into his hand and started to come down over her.

  “No. Not like that,” Blaise said suddenly. Morshiel looked annoyed, but he halted abruptly at Blaise’s words, his penis still in his hand.

  “Turn over, Isabel,” She glanced up. His face, too, looked rigid with arousal. “Please,” he added.

  Isabel turned willingly with his help.

  “Come up on your knees,” he instructed. “I will hold you for him. Morshiel—there is a vial of oil there on the table.”

  Isabel’s eyes went wide at that, but Blaise stroked her soothingly. A delicate fragrance of hyacinth entered her nose. Her sex clenched tight. She looked up at Blaise, feeling both helpless and impossibly aroused, when she felt the tip of Morshiel’s lubricated penis probe her anus, seeking entry.

  “We both have to be fused with you at once,” Blaise whispered heatedly.

  “It’s all right,” Isabel replied.

  It felt as if every nerve from clit to anus was stimulated. She burned. She gasped when she felt the thick, mushroom-shaped, lubricated cockhead slip into her ass. Morshiel groaned as if he was in pain.

  “She’s hot, isn’t she?” Blaise murmured.

  “Like fire itself. And tight as a brand new, greased lock,” Morshiel mumbled as he began to pulse his cock in and out, in and out, just a few inches back and forth. She gritted her teeth at the pressure.

  Blaise grunted above her and shi
fted his hands, firming her in his hold. He sat back on his heels and held her torso. Isabel pressed her cheek just above his waist.

  “I have her,” Blaise said. “Be very careful, but you can take her.”

  It wasn’t until that moment that Isabel dazedly realized Blaise had meant that he controlled Morshiel now in a literal sense. Morshiel could only touch her in the way Blaise allowed him.

  And he’d just given him permission to fuck her in the ass.

  She whimpered as Morshiel slid his cock into her gently all the way to the hilt.

  “Shhhh,” Blaise soothed from above her. “Is it too much?”

  She was too full of thick, throbbing cock to respond, so she merely shook her head, knowing Blaise would feel it because he held her so tight.

  “Go on.”

  Isabel’s breath froze in her lungs when she heard Blaise give his permission. Morshiel gave a feral growl, placed his hands upon her hips and began to fuck her, his balls slapping against her ass as he thrust.

  “Be careful, you bastard,” Blaise snarled. Morshiel paused, his cock partially embedded in her.

  “No. No, Blaise…it’s all right. I can handle it. I can handle him,” Isabel whispered.

  She felt Blaise’s uncertainty just as much as Morshiel’s hunger, both balanced on a sharp knife’s edge. She licked the sweat gathering on her lip and met Blaise’s stare. He melted into her completely at that moment. His doubts. His fears. His beauty.

  “Let him. Let him do it hard. I will still be here, in your arms. I will always be here,” she said.

  His jaw hardened.

  “I trust you,” she whispered.

  He never spoke, but it started. Morshiel resumed his relentless pace. His sharp grunts of pleasure and the sound of their skin smacking together rhythmically filled the air. A tension coiled in her muscles. She was completely at the mercy of Morshiel’s lust, but Blaise held her. He was there with her, reassuring her. Morshiel’s primitive possession enlivened nerve pathways in her body. Her cheeks, nipples and the soles of her feet tingled and burned. Her sex felt so hot. She moaned and pressed her cheek tighter against Blaise’s ribs. She could hear his heart thrumming in his ribcage. He caressed her cheek, his tender touch a stark contrast to Morshiel’s savage possession.

  “He takes you as hard as I wanted to take you last night,” Blaise murmured.

  “I would not have denied you. I would not deny you anything. You should have taken what you wanted,” she moaned.

  He brushed her hair back off her face, his caress so sweet it made tears gather in her eyes.

  “In the future, I will,” he assured her. “After tonight, everything will be different.”

  She couldn’t ask him what he’d meant because sensation bombarded her like a storm. When Morshiel paused with his pulsing cock high inside of her, leaned down and scraped his fangs against her spine, she shook in orgasm.

  “Oh, she’s hot,” she heard him moan as she came. “Her vitessence is pouring into me.”

  “Yes,” Blaise murmured. “But do not surrender to her fires yet.”

  She made a sound of protest when Blaise moved away from her.

  “Shhh,” he coaxed, rubbing the back of her sweat-dampened neck. “Put your hands down and brace yourself. Let me beneath you, lovely. I want to see your face.”

  Little ripples of pleasure continued to course through her as they each moved subtly, making room for Blaise’s long body to slide between their legs. He held her stare and she was lost in the depths of his agate eyes. The sound of him unzipping his jeans made her clit twang in almost painful excitement. Suddenly the hard ridge of his finger burrowed between her labia and he was stimulating her directly on target. Her mouth opened as she quickly rose up the slope to another climax. How had he known that another orgasm waited there in her flesh so soon after her former one?

  “Why do you look surprised?” Blaise asked, his voice rough with arousal and amusement. “My mind is joined with yours. His is joined with mine. We are one.”

  She gasped and moaned as another climax broke in her flesh. In the distance, she heard Blaise directing Morshiel how he wanted her positioned.

  Did she hear it with her ears? Or were their voices in her head?

  Both males held her and slowly began to impale her pussy on Blaise’s cock. She keened. It was unbearable. It was delicious. Her head swam with sensation and emotion, but through her sensual intoxication, she kept her gaze fixed on Blaise’s rigid face. Love seemed to stream from his eyes into her. Morshiel moved again, moaning harshly as he fucked her ass. She felt inundated, filled with all that Blaise was, all that he would ever be.

  “I can feel your soul,” she managed brokenly.

  “Yes. I can feel it too.”

  His hands clutched at her hips as climax tore through her like a torrential wave. Blaise’s cock jerked inside her pussy as he came. Morshiel’s howl of release sounded like a man’s dying anguish and living ecstasy blended.

  The pleasure must have been too much to bear because she seemed to lose consciousness for a period of time. When she came back to herself, she had the strangest sensation that she’d fused with Blaise. His scent pervaded her. His somatic movements were hers—breaths blended, hearts thumped as one. Slowly, her world began to right itself again.

  She lay draped over him, her bent knees at his hips, her face pressed against the juncture of his neck and shoulder. He felt her stir. His hands moved up and down on her bare back, as if to reassure her.

  “I love you,” he said quietly.

  She closed her eyes and snuggled closer to his heat. “I have no idea what just happened,” she mumbled. “But I love you as well. That much I know. Please don’t leave me again.”

  “I won’t,” he said as he stroked her. “Never again.”

  Her sublime contentment at his words was shattered by a cold voice.

  “Now that was a fascinating display.”

  Her head jerked up. She gasped when she saw Aubrey Cane standing there wearing his Roman tunic, a silver knife grasped in his hand.

  Chapter Seventeen

  “What in bloody hell are you doing, Aubrey?” Blaise roared. “Get out of here!”

  “I think not,” Aubrey murmured, his mouth curved in amusement. “The days of me following your every order are finished, Blaise.”

  Thank goodness he’d had time to cool inside Isabel. Blaise lifted her off his satiated cock. She looked bewildered. Her cheeks were stained red from arousal, and likely from embarrassment, as well, for being caught in flagrante delicto by Aubrey. She stood next to him.

  “Get dressed,” he told her, his voice vibrating with anger. He was going to kill Aubrey for this insult.

  “No. It is I who am going to kill you,” Aubrey said.

  Blaise blinked. His old friend had apparently been reading his thoughts. He had been thinking the words in angry jest. Aubrey, on the other hand, looked completely serious. The knife glittered in his hand when Aubrey stepped toward him.

  “Back away, Isabel,” Blaise said. From the corner of his eye, he saw her take several steps back, her dress draped in front of her.

  “Don’t move,” Aubrey snarled when he tried to sit up.

  “Are you going to tell me what it is you think you’re doing?” Blaise roared.

  Aubrey’s smile alarmed him. “I don’t see why not. It couldn’t hurt. Not now. You see…I orchestrated what happened tonight. My magic made it all possible. I arranged for your greatest enemy to enter your sacred territory.”

  Blaise started to rise. The knife flashed.

  “If you move, I will throw this knife and kill her. I will not miss,” he said, his eyes flashing at Isabel.

  “What do you want?” Blaise grated out.

  “I want you dead and Morshiel destroyed. I want to be master of Sanctuary.”

  “You’ve gone mad,” Blaise mumbled, not entirely believing what he was hearing.

  “Am I? I’ve already seen half of my plan come to fruition,�
� Aubrey said smugly. “Morshiel is vanquished.”

  Isabel made a little sound of distress to the right of him. Blaise glanced at her sideways, keeping Aubrey in his sight.

  “Where is Morshiel? Where did he go?” Isabel asked shakily. She sounded disoriented.

  “You don’t know?” Aubrey mocked.

  “He is within me, Isabel,” Blaise replied. “I told you. I will control him now from within.” He heard her gasp and felt regret. He’d thought she’d understood the magical ceremony they’d just enacted. Apparently, the truth was a little more than she’d bargained for.

  Aubrey laughed softly at her discomposure. “Shocked, are you? You were the medium…the chalice for an alchemical miracle, Isabel. Blaise has vanquished Morshiel, with your help.” He shifted the knife in his grip. “Now, thanks to you again, Isabel, the mighty Lord Delraven is mortal. It is over. All those centuries of being your second-in-command are behind me now. I have loved you like a brother, but you always were the stronger one. In the end, my brains have triumphed over your power, Blaise.” He stepped closer, the knife poised to plunge downward. “I can kill you now.”

  “No,” Isabel called sharply, darting forward.

  “Stay back,” Aubrey shouted, slashing the knife in her direction threateningly. Blaise took advantage of Aubrey’s distraction to act. He lunged upward, striking Aubrey’s knife hand. Aubrey snarled and slashed. Pain shot through Blaise, icy and precise. He stared down incredulously at his ripped shirt and saw the bloody arc of the wound on his pectoral. It felt like an icy burn.

  “Oh my God, Blaise!” Isabel screamed in horror. Blood—shockingly scarlet in color—began to flood the wound. Aubrey laughed when he saw Blaise’s amazement. He had been wounded often, but never had he bled this much, nor was his blood ever so blazingly red.

  “I told you, fool. You are mortal now. You can die. You will die,” Aubrey added as he stepped forward. “For I am the stronger of the two of us now.”

  Blaise wanted to reach for his heartluster, but it was as if his body moved through viscous liquid. His limbs seemed heavy and slow. Instead of going on the offensive, which was his customary habit, he barely had time to block Aubrey’s attack with his right arm. He sunk a punch to Aubrey’s liver region. Aubrey grunted and served a vicious blow to his head, knocking Blaise backward. For a second, pain became his whole world. Was this how mortals suffered? He tried to focus as the room spun around him.