Addicted. Lydia Parks

the tip of Ruby’s tongue run slowly over her top lip.

      “But first we take care of your more immediate needs.” Skidmore took Jake’s arm and turned him toward the main door. “We want you in prime condition, my boy.”

      “What exactly do you want me to do?”

      Skidmore’s smile grew into a wicked grin. “You’ll see.”

      5

      The next evening, Jake rose feeling far better than he had the night before. He climbed out of bed, showered, and slipped on jeans and a T-shirt. Hunger gnawing at his insides led him toward the main part of the underground castle.

      The grand salon, as Skidmore called it, was deserted, as were the kitchen and master bedrooms. Jake poured himself a chilled drink and downed it, then wandered back toward the dungeon.

      Skidmore still hadn’t explained his ideas for sorting out the human contestants, and Jake found himself less interested in helping than he had been earlier. As the sting of betrayal focused down onto an individual, his desire for one-sided revenge on the misguided humans waned. His true interest lay in looking for Athena. Her scent still haunted him. She needed to be taught a lesson.

      “Skidmore?” Jake wound through passageways, trying to recall his route from the night before. He stopped at a door and listened.

      Noises from inside suggested several people whispering, and then he heard Skidmore say, “Yes, I think this will be quite interesting.”

      Jake eased the door open, leaned in, and found a room lit by candlelight with a large bed in the middle holding four or five entangled humans kissing and touching each other.

      Skidmore looked up and smiled. “Come in, dear boy. We started without you.”

      Jake had never quite understood his friend’s taste for groups, and started to back out. “That’s okay. You go right ahead.”

      Skidmore, dressed in a red silk robe, rose from the bed and crossed the room in the blink of an eye. “Nonsense,” he said, taking Jake’s arm and pulling him forward. “I told you I needed your help. Do you plan to deny me?”

      Jake sighed, letting himself be led into the room.

      “Here,” Skidmore said, releasing him into a strangely shaped round chair covered in dark cloth. “You can simply watch if you wish.”

      He had no great desire to watch, but he knew it would be useless to try to explain that to Skidmore. The older vampire often related stories of orgies with humans and vampires, and couldn’t seem to understand why they didn’t interest Jake. As a lawman, spending days alone in the high desert and on the range, he’d often thought about female company, and he’d had two women at once several times, when he could afford it. But old ways die hard, and he’d barely adjusted to having Skidmore in his bed when he shared it with Katie.

      Still, he couldn’t go back on his word. And he had, after all, shed his mortality a long time ago. Hell, maybe it was time to shed some of his Victorian morals, too.

      Jake relaxed and studied the pile of writhing bodies, sorting out torsos in the flickering light. There seemed to be two men and three women, all young. Most sported tattoos—the latest rage—and one of the women was a blonde from a bottle. One woman was dark, as was one of the men, and she seemed to have the largest breasts, which drew the attention of both men. Not too surprising.

      Skidmore stretched out on the far side of the bed where he could observe the action closely, occasionally stroking one or more of the participants and purring like an overgrown house-cat.

      “See how nicely this one moves,” Skidmore said, in a voice Jake doubted the humans could hear as he touched the muscular back of the darkest young man.

      The subject of his attention had just pulled the blonde up to her hands and knees and was entering her with urgent thrusts, to which the blonde grunted as her head went down. She pushed against each thrust and Jake suddenly caught a whiff of her scent.

      The second man, who had a tattoo of a dragon on his right shoulder, slid underneath the blonde, catching one of her swaying breasts in his mouth and sucking, as his swollen cock disappeared into the mouth of the third female, whose hair, a mousy brown, fell across her face. She brushed it back with one slender hand while she held the base of Dragonboy’s cock with the other.

      Jake watched the young woman work, her mouth sliding up and down the slick cock, her eyes closed. She withdrew completely, then circled the head with her pink tongue as she moved her hand up and down the shaft. The young man’s body jerked, and his hips rose and fell in time with her movements. She sucked the head back in and slid halfway down the shaft again.

      A growl vibrated through the room. Jake frowned when he realized the noise had risen from his own throat, and that he was rubbing the front of his jeans where his erection grew. He dropped his hand to his side and swallowed hard.

      The mousy girl rose onto her knees and straddled Dragonboy, aiming his swollen cock between her legs. Jake watched the impressive organ disappear, then studied the girl’s face as she rose up and down, fondling her own small breasts as she moved. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened as she worked to satisfy her needs.

      Jake’s gaze slid down her thin body with slow, deliberate pleasure. Her up-and-down movements changed to a grinding ride as she neared her peak. He could smell her now, taste her need in the air.

      Dragonboy’s hands grabbed her ass then, and his fingers dug into her flesh as his hips rose completely from the bed. He grunted in time with his release, then collapsed back.

      The mousy girl frowned down at her partner, her desires unfulfilled, and looked across at the dark-haired man who drove his seed violently into the blonde as she screamed her orgasmic joy.

      Ignoring the smaller girl, both men panted and eyed the enormous breasts waiting on the dark-haired woman, then fell on her as if to devour her.

      The little mouse looked around, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, and her gaze stopped on Jake.

      Somehow, he lost his clothes as he moved from the chair to the bed, and he sat in front of the abandoned girl, stroking her soft cheek with his fingertips. Damn if she wasn’t pretty in a subtle kind of way. He wondered how she’d ended up with the vampire hunters.

      Her gaze slid down to his already stiff cock, and Jake grinned as he lay back and drew her to him. Tentatively, her warm hands on his chest, she mounted him.

      Jake closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling of her wet, velvety warmth swallowing his prick, then opened them again to study her face. Dark eyes, an uncertain color, lost focus as she began to move, and candlelight danced on her pale skin.

      Her already swollen clit rubbed against his cock like a small stone as she slid back and forth. He stroked her thighs and then her breasts, enjoying the way her juices flowed and her need grew.

      She clenched her jaw as the climax approached and grabbed his shoulders, then she cried out, ground her biting cunt onto him, and rode him without mercy. Her small body quivered with release.

      “Nice,” he heard Skidmore whisper.

      Just to his left, one of the men grunted again as he fucked the dark-haired woman with abandon.

      Jake looked up to find Skidmore standing at the edge of the bed behind the mousy girl, who now smiled.

      “What’s your name, my dear?” Skidmore traced the lines of her shoulders with his fingers.

      “Beatrice,” she said.

      “Beatrice. Isn’t that lovely?”

      Jake slid his palms slowly up and down her sides, enjoying her heated skin.

      “Have you ever had two men at once, Beatrice?” Skidmore raised one eyebrow at Jake as he spoke.

      The girl shook her head.

      “Would you like to try it?”

      She