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[Dane]

Marcus approached slowly, watching Catherine stand in an empty room, holding her arm. He slipped his arms around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder, staring at the space she had left the lycans. The vampire sighed softly. She was still warm, the blood she had indulged from the beast running rampant through her veins. “My apologies my love. I thought I had incapacitated the girl.” He said, nestling his cheek against her shoulder. Catherine was shaking lightly.
“You let them go.” Catherine declared. “She was all I wanted, and now I have neither. Even Lucia has left me.” Marcus sighed, she spoke like she had nothing left. She still had him, his love his devotion. “You could not have granted me this?” Her shaking had become more apparent, without warning she spun, tearing his arms off of her and facing him. “Why? Marcus you’ve hurt me dearly.” Anger flashed through her eyes.
The vampire was shoved hard into the wall behind him. Marcus grunted as Catherine strode toward him. He had seen that look in her eyes before, in fact he’d given her similar, it was not beyond either to hurt the other, but they always provided recompense. The offender would be disciplined, usually voluntarily, and more times than not it was him, but he could not accept, not today. This had been for her sake in every way. When she lifted a hand to slap him, he went to catch her by the wrist. Her open palm caught him across the face, he was too slow, and she noticeably faster and stronger. The lycan blood had its benefits. His lover grabbed him by the throat, pulling him off his feet. “I told you, I struck the lycan, she had fallen unconscious or so I believed.” Another grunt as she threw a closed fist into his gut. “She tricked me. Catherine, I am sorry.” She struck him again, another body blow. “Regardless it was for the best, Alena would have known.”
Mocking laughter escaped her lips. “Are you so scared of the pack mother? Marcus, I am the one woman you should worry over.” She slapped him once more, and again, in quick succession, he glared. “She lied. You know, she won’t give us the beast as promised. I had to take matters into my own hand. It was just so happened to earn me Adele. Marcus.” She said with laughing again, her voice hollow. “Such an opportunity won’t repeat itself.”
More blows to his gut followed, each one left him hunching over his body. He’d had quite nearly enough of this. “Listen to me. You did not hide your intentions, Alena would have discovered you had them both, and taken you from me. Their escape was for the best. She would have returned for them, both of us would have perished.” He paused trying to meet her gaze. “Catherine we can find them again, regardless if Alena up holds her end. Pablo, Adele, Damien, I promise them all to you.” She paused, seemed to consider him for a moment.
“So you did let them go?”
“No!” He replied adamantly. “I could not leave you during the battle. You saw that thing, what took Lucia from you. The thought of you facing that.”
Catherine smiled softly, running a hand through Marcus’ hair. “That thing, was Lucia’s brother.” She said, almost breathily. Another toy she would have liked to add to her collection, but game too dangerous for even her to consider. “Marcus, I believe you. But despite that you disobeyed, when I wanted this, more than anything.”
He scowled, that was fair game, as far as either of them were concerned, but in this matter that changed nothing. She was blinded, either by her fatuation for the beast, or Lucia, maybe both. When she cocked his arm back to punch him, he was quicker. A closed fist, hard against the wound in her thigh. By the way she howled, and crumpled one may think there was some silver in there. He had to make sure that wasn’t the case, after. Marcus followed by a kick, another cry, as she fell from her knees onto her back, practically quivering. She shot a hand, grabbing him by the leg, tripping him onto the floor. They toppled over another, there was a struggle, the two tightly embraced turning and twisting about the floor. It ended with Marcus ontop of Catherine, a knee pressing her to the wound. Both hands clutching at her throat, for what little good that did. She held his wrist. “Listen to me dammit. I was saving you. Alena would not let you have Adele. She would have assumed you had taken her. But if she vanishes from their precious estate one night, who would be the wiser.” She tried to pull his hands from her throat, he applied more pressure, Catherine practically whimpered, her struggle coming to an end. He’d never seen her so quite distressed, she winced, it seemed her eyes were watering on the verge of tears, she was beautiful. He pressed his lips to hers, before pulling an inch away. “Nod if you understand.” She did, he eased her grip, and sighed. Beneath him she felt quite warm, it was pleasant, Marcus licked his lips. “Now, Catherine I need your assistance. It’s your turn to save me.” She cocked her head to the side, before she could answer, he spoke. “Smell me.”
Catherine inhaled, he smelled of lycan or rather their blood, and one lycan’s in particularly. “Alena… she practically smeared herself on you.” As the pressure on her leg eased, Catherine held a hand to Marcus’ cheek, caressing softly. “Dane will have your head if he discovers.” It didn’t need to be said. “I can’t lose you too.” Marcus smirked, looped together with a pair of lycan she had known for days at best. “We’ll need to deal with him.” She leaned up tasting his lips once more.
“Don’t worry love, the council will want to reconvene. We’ll deal with him then, I have a plan, and you won’t have to go a night without a bite from a beast.” That brought a twinkle into Catherine’s eye. There was one more lycan in the building, that seemed unaware of. She wiggled suggestively underneath him, her heat tickled him. Again he licked his lips. There was last thing, he had wanted to tell her, by for his life he could not think of it. “We can’t kill him, wouldn’t want to end up like Viktor.”
Catherine laughed softly. Slaying one’s own sire was said to be a curse, at least among the vampires, it was likely the same with the lycan. Whether it was true or superstition to assure your subjects stayed in line, nobody was entirely sure. But Viktor’s end was evidence enough for either of them. Slay your sire, and meet a cruel untimely death. “Her bite is more practiced now. You would have enjoyed her Marcus.” She sighed, looking regretful.
That was the matter, Lucia, her bite. Marcus grit his teeth, ruining the moment was not his intention. “Catherine, Lucia… a hybrid’s bite, it enthralls the victim. I think it’s taken a toll on you.”
Another laugh. “Is that what Alena said?” She entwined her legs with his. “I could not be her thrall, Marcus I denied and ignored her time after time. Perhaps, I resisted because of my age.” Catherine eyed him questioningly. “Why do you heed the pack mother’s word so? Should I be jealous?”
It was his turn to laugh. He did, heartily so. “I would not lay my hands on that filth.” Eyeing his lover, no she had nothing to be jealous of. It was his turn to press his hips against her, there was little suggestion in his action, his intentions were clear.

[Dane]

Visibility Dane gave no sign of irritation, but inwardly he seethed as his list of failures were read to him. “Lastly, and most dire was your inability to execute The Pack Mother.” He glanced across the long table where the council was seated. “While you cite your claim she was spared to placate the figure head, we have under good authority this was done for your own proclivities; not unlike our late King Raven.” His eyes fell to Catherine, who stared absently ahead, occasionally turning her head, not a word from her so far. She was reeling from the loss of her pets. Personally, he still craved Alena’s life force, his fangs nearly extended at the thought, and that was with his pet to stave him over till he could make Alena his once more. To be completely absent from the lycan’s blood it would have driven him mad. Was that how she suffered? “The council has determined; you are no longer fit to rule.”
His eyes flared red. He had foreseen this would be the conclusion reached at the meeting, that they would hold a vote, but this was predetermined. “You convened without me?!” Dane stood slamming his fist into the table. Every eye in the room fell upon him, tense and nervous.
The speaking member nodded, still standing. “It was an unanimous decision. There will no longer be a vampire King. We will rule by committee. It is our desire that you remain among us, but it has become evident, Dane, that individually you do not offer the protection promised.”
Dane looked upon the room. Catherine her gaze down cast. Marcus leaning back, his eyes absent of fear or shame, smiling arrogantly. How much of a roll in all of this did he play? The vampire had never strived for much but appeared quite pleased with the results. And that was not to say what he had discovered in the cell. Alena’s door opened, any lycan freeing her would have torn the door off its hinges. A key had been used, and if it was not Lucia’s then. That was a confrontation for afterwards. Marcus for all the calm he showed had avoided Dane since Alena’s escape. A confession on its own. “I accept the results, but let it be known, that this will be a mistake. I will not be at your beck and call.” No, it was most likely he would not show up at all. Without the coven under his thumb, his machinations became close to impossible. He still studied each individual member. They were stiff as logs, waiting for him to lash out. Likely the cowards would stick together less feel his retaliation. Marcus most of all. Without another word Dane took his leave, behind him the council concluded their meeting. They were all slow to depart save for Catherine, who shortly afterwards followed him out the door. Stepping quickly to his side. Without a word she looped an arm around his standing close.
“What do you want?” Dane asked somberly. He glanced back to the meeting room, the council members departing like a pack, Marcus among them, smirking as he conversed.
Catherine pouted, “Dane, is taking that tone with me necessary? Are you upset about the vote? I would have been a fool to side against the others. It was unanimous.” She said her distant eyes meeting his.
“Fine.” He said, his voice smooth and cool. “That, however, does not change my query.”
That brought a sly smile to her lips. “We’ve suffered great loss.” Her grip on his arm tightened. “You Alena, me Lucia, and my pets. I think we can help each other. Dane, I know you did not return from the raid empty handed. Share him with me, and I’ll give myself to you. Please.” She pushed him up against the wall, her lips finding his.
Dane return the kiss, for a moment before pulling away, though he rested a hand on her hip. She was soft, more so than the lycan Queen, but lacked the heat he most readily desired. “And, you can’t find one of your own.” He said, his gaze taking in Catherine’s beauty.
“Dane, they’re locked away in their little den. I wouldn’t dare, not yet.”
His hand squeezed lightly, beyond soft, and she could take a punishing few could. Maybe with the lycan blood in her veins, she would retain some heat the way Lucia did. Perhaps then, she could be of use, between Catherine and his pet, he could have some semblance of what Alena gave him.

[Dane]

It could be enough, the two together. Dane thought. Until he found a more permanent solution. Though that would likely never come unless he could find the pack mother within his possession once more. His eyes fell below Catherine’s neckline to her chest, and then her hip, where his hand rested. She had always been so beautiful, it was why he had chosen her after years of searching, and then groomed her till she was of age and full bodied. It was only right she became his once more. All that time and effort was best not spent wasted. And although controlling her had become a difficulty over the years, if she craved for the beast as much as he did, it could be quite simple. His met her eyes once more, she was biting her lip, holding his arm tightly, almost digging her nails into his skin. Her desire was evident. “You want this, don’t you?” He asked, probing for the truth. She could be deceitful, he had taught her so.

The vampires cast her eyes aside, glancing at the floor, her hand sliding down his arm, their fingers intertwining. “I need it, Dane ,more than anything.” She said, leaning forward, pressing close to him and whispering within his ear. “You couldn’t understand.” He doubted that. “A cold has taken me. Every waking moment has been a torture. I’m weak Dane, I feel my mind and strength have dulled, and my bones ache with a chill. Human blood no longer sates me and Marcus…” She paused, holding his hand tightly a flash in her eye, speaking again like it was a crime to admit the truth. “ No longer pleases me. Say the word, I’ll be yours again,” No doubt until she found a pet of her own. ”in body and mind, I just need him, please.” The hours between having Alena, they were torturous at times. He was quite familiar with her troubles. It was quite satisfying to know he was not the only one to have fallen for the beast.

“Catherine, and what would Marcus think of this?” He asked, eyeing her carefully. The matter still felt odd, he did not doubt Catherine’s desire for it matched his own. But she and Marcus had been together for a rather lengthy period of time, he was aware they conspired together, how could they not. Was Marcus part of this?

She was slow to respond, like she dreaded speaking the answer once again. “Marcus and I are no longer one. He does not concern himself with my wishes. Dane, he let them go.” Catherine said, a hint of anger slowly growing within her voice. “Both of them. Pablo, and Adele. I had her, Perrin’s heir, did you know of her?” Her grip on his hand was vicelike, her nails were digging into his palms, but it did feel lacking to her usual strength. “As a favor to Alena, I fear. Dane… I-“
“He aided the Pack Mother in her escape, I know. I lack the evidence to prove his guilt, but I smelt it. His presence in the cell, and her fate aroma around the mansion.” It had taken a moment to realize it had pervaded from Marcus. “He’s taken too much, from both of us. He has to die.
“I know she answered solemnly.”

The hand or her hip slipped to her waist, pulling her further against him. She was quite soft, all she lacked was a little warmth, they would remedy that together. “You know what it means to be mine, don’t you?”
Catherine nodded her head curtly, before kissing him once more on the lips. “Yes, Master.”

[Dane]

Dane pressed his lips to her skin. Her taste had always been sweet, savory. Yet, this, no matter what she said was a lie. The question remained, how deeply did it run? At best she would leave him when it was safe to prequire a beast of her own. By then of course the same option would be available to him, one of Alena’s spawn or even the pack mother herself. Some of Catherine’s qualities would be difficult to replace, her durability to start. But they were other vampires he could corrupt that were less strong minded and easy to bend to his well. Even finding Lucia once more and giving the girl no mistake of her place or role. She already had the lust. Then there was the worse case scenario. A ploy on her behalf to catch him off his guard. Catherine was of the superstitious sort, she would never kill her sire, but there were fates as bad as death. There was nothing worse than what the dark lord could conjure. She graced him with her lips. How’d he’d like to feel them, warm and around his length. They would feel like Alena’s. He was almost certain of it.

“Good. You know your place. Follow.” It was a risk. One that he would take for now. His desire demanded it of him. Yet he wouldn’t let his guard down, couldn’t, the smile and glint in her eyes wasn’t loss upon him. Her hand clutched his arm tightly .She was willing to show him her excitement. It did seem genuine, but for what? Her grip loosed as he led her away, down the hall, and to a locked door. He handed her the key, scuttling behind the woman, and tasting skin once more as she opened the door.

The scent of lycan blood went straight to Catherine’s head. There he stood, arms and legs chained, spread eagle between two poles, crusted blood along his chest. Her fangs ached as her eyes flashed red, she could practically taste the decadence on her tongue. She stepped forward – Dane held her tightly. Back to his chest, a whimper escaping. “You poor thing. So desperate, does the longing run that deep?” She relaxed within his grip, sighing as she teased her neck. He knew just the way, when to press them tightly, where to nip or run his tongue against her. “Only I can understand. You know that, don’t you? They’d call us depraved, but we know better, don’t we my dear?” She nodded slowly, his hand grabbing at her curves. The beast scent teasing her senses. How she wanted to tear off his arms and lunge forward. To find satisfaction once more. “We’ve been enlightened. Purview to a rare pleasure.” Together they stepped forward. He closed the door behind them. “And I so generously share him with you.” His hands clung to her, digging, as they crawled up to her chest, untying the strings to her dress. “Thank you, master. Your kindness knows, no bounds.” The words left her lips too easily. There was almost to truth to them. Without Dane, he could sate this lust. He understood, in a way Marcus couldn’t. “Beast. We’ll have company today. Catherine, here, will be joining us.” He had stirred a moment ago. Raising his head to stare, his eyes running up down her, appraising. The beast was handsome, which was well enough when his heat alone would suffice. Nearly as tall as her, with a strong jawline, and lovely blonde hair, reminiscent of her Addy. The lycan unexpectedly, licked his lips, speaking. “Will the Lady Lucia be joining us?” Her stomach summersaulted. Dane’s hand flashing over her should to strike the beast for speaking aloud, but oh the lycan was precious. Lucia had made an impression, and why shouldn’t she? Her poor girl, beautiful beyond reason, lively, and loving, Dane had done her a dishonor. A bullet to the chest. Why waste so much potential? She ignored the fire in her chest. “Worry not for Lucia, pet. I’m more than you could have bargained for.” She stepped forward, reaching out to rest a finger beneath his chin, tilting his face to meet her eyes.

Dane sighed, holding tight to Catherine, listening carefully to ever word she spoke, feeling for the tension in her body. Her lust was not fake, that was one truth that had revealed itself, and the gratitude in her voice. That met little, he had only given her a part of what she wanted. He smiled to himself. Imagining Catherine’s dismay as he ordered her out of the room. That would be a true reveal of character. The words were caught on his lips as he let her step out of his embracing, watching the sway of her hips. A rare beauty. He inhaled. Taking in the beast scent. “Catherine, have a taste.” She practically flinched. Pulling away, resting her hands on the lycan’s shoulders as she turned her head, leaned forward and pressed her lips to his neck.

[Dane]

Warm blood spilled into Catherine’s mouth. Sweet and riveting, the lycan should not have tasted this good. Had a couple days away from Pablo left her so wanting that this lowly beast was a rare decadence, when she knew it was a far cry from what she had; Addy, Lucia’s pet. Yet he warmed her to the core, the very same way they had. She couldn’t help but lean into him. Her breast against his firm chest. Lips claiming a gasping mouth as her hand stroked his hardening member. He was handsome, and of a fair size. A worthy prize when this was all said and done.

Her hips brushed against the lycans as she stepped forward taking him. Pushing herself onto the beast, consuming the whole of him. Catherine’s arm wrapped around the lycan’s waist as a fire was lit into her core. She shuddered arching with the lycan. Pure ectasy, how had she gone without her entire life? The past couple days? A whimpered slipped her throat as she worked him hard, the lycan delightfully was an utter mess. Grunting and moaning, his chains rattling as he struggled within his bonds.

She had nearly forgotten about him, when Dane’s hands fell onto her body. One on her arm, the other on her hip. A part of Catherine thought to thank him. He was giving her so much. The thought was wrong, it was only a taste, but her need was so great. She couldn’t help, but feel gratitude. “Thank you.” The words escaped between gasp as she worked the beast. “You know, I always have been generous. Behave, my sweet one, and I’ll never leave you wanting.” Catherine nodded, pleasure and fire flourishing through her. The wound in her leg radiating pleasantly. He had always sated her desires. She thought as he felt his muscular chest against her back. The vampires almost leaned back to feel him further when his member prodded her backside. He wouldn’t dare. She thought. He did.

Catherine gasped, “Dane.” As her former master split her. He buried his length within, hard and harsh, no concern for her, as the strength of his thrust rattled her bones and set the building heat flaring through her flesh. That wasn’t for him, he didn’t deserve like this, but as she threw an arm back, cursing his name, she couldn’t but notice nothing had ever felt as good. He caught her arm, and the second that followed, holding them tight to her body as he began working his hips. Drawing whimpers from both Catherine and the lycan, he worked her hard, and fast. “My sweet girl, I know it’s been long, but I thought you understood what it meant to serve.” He kissed her throat, whispering into her ear. “You remember, don’t you?” Another whimper, she struggled against the strength of his hold, delightfully restrained, heat building and spreading, only to begin again. She felt her knees weak. The strength of his thrust… the lycan’s fire. They assailed her in tandem. She felt alive, her skin buzzing, almost she could feel her heart beating once again. “I do, master, I do.” His only reply was another kiss, as he built his pace. Shoving Catherine forward, further onto the beast. They both seemed to gasp, the lycan bracing himself against his chains, pulling them taut, as Catherine find herself blissfully paralyzed.

Dane answered Catherine’s gasp with a groan. It had been far too long since he had felt her, either side. She’d always been soft, and firm, unnaturally so, overbearing… almost. Nearly perfect he had thought, until he graced Alena. And now she bore a warmth reminiscent of his escaped pet. And he was once again convinced she was nearly perfect. Assailing her with a strength that only another vampire could endure, Dane let himself loose. Railing away, punishing Catherine’s softness, bearing into her, and pulling her close. Pressed tight to the lycan. She was a mess, moaning, and writhing. Her instinct to resist. What did it signify? He could barely fathom the thought. He felt her tense. What did it mean? That she had to adjust to her a familiar role? If she had given immediately, would that acquiescence make her suspicious, would she know that? She pushed back against him. The question of Catherine’s loyalties could wait. She was working her hips, delightfully, the heat stroking his length, holding him a tight fiery grip. She clenched, and climaxed, he doubled his efforts, as she seized, losing himself. Each thrust came in harder and each time she took it in stride. Her heat was building. With the strength of his thrust. The punishment she could take. And that fire. He felt like her. If he closed his eyes, he could pretend. “Alena.” He gasped, suddenly feeling Catherine tense.

[Dane]

The vampiress was consumed. Fire assailing her, goose bumps running across her flesh. And the strength of Dane’s blow. Driving that fire throughout her body. Leaving her limbs blessedly limp. Catherine was unsure if she could stand without Dane’s aid. It was a wonder she could still think. Before her the lycan jerked his hips forward, desperately seeking what relief he could, while Dane pushed her tight into the beast. Trapped between the two was a wonder beyond belief. The lycan bowing forward planting along her chest and shoulders. While Dane’s smooth lips teased her neck. Nothing had felt this good. She had come close. Lucia’s teeth in her chest while her little pet took the vampire. And she realized then only a bite could improve the moment. She rested her head back against Dane’s shoulder. Ready to beg of him. He was gone. Eyes closed. Wrought in bliss just as her. She couldn’t recall seeing him, hearing him like this. The desperate moans, and grunts. The reckless abandon he took her with. The ecstasy he brought her. He was beautiful. It wouldn’t be so hard to give herself to him, if it meant this every day and night. And then he moaned Alena’s name.

It lit a fire in her, not one of pleasurable warmth but angry heat. The mere notion he’d think of another while she took him. None the less a beast. Catherine again tried to tear free of him. But her limbs were weak, and his grip overbearing. Her lips parted to call him a bastard, but only moans escaped. Her struggles died. The strength of which she took him left her at his mercy. For all her anger it was engulfed by the bliss. Fire spread through her, inch by inch. Dane’s pet greedily planting his lips on her, across her chest, neck, before dragging his tongue against her curling lips. It was too much. She felt more tense with each thrust. The warmth growing. Over, and over. The beast gasped, further wave of heat surged from him, the heat rose, Dane grunting picked up his pace. She felt so tense, so close, with a cry Catherine was pulled off of the lycan; slumping forward against his chains, as she seized hard. Arching as she was pulled away from the beast. Dane still railing into her. “Master.” She gasped, his hand finding her clit, and working her hard and fast. She squirmed, but he wasn’t done. As the moment seemed on the verge of fading, he pulled out of her, and pushed into her cunt. She seized once again waves of heat assaulting her core as she cried out. It seemed to last an eternity, before it was suddenly over.

Dane slowed to a halt before pulling out her. Bliss in her eyes, she glanced back at her master. Had he finished to? Dane seemed pleased, smiling softly, as he pressed his lips to her neck, lowering her to the ground. “You did so well for me, Catherine. You always do.” She nodded as she slumped to the floor, unable to stand. For a moment she lay there staring into his eyes. Lost in his gaze. So beautiful. He turned away. “Stay right there. I have more in store for you.” Stepping towards the lycan. And the bliss he brought her, it remained unmatched she… no… she couldn’t forget. Marcus could make her feel this way. He had to. Dane had called her Alena. There on the floor staring as he circled the beast. The anger returning. She hid her gaze from him as he stepped behind the lycan, and then towards him. There was a gasp. The lycan let out a moan of pleasure, his member twitching. How precious. Her hand rose to play with him, she couldn’t let herself be distracted, but Dane had to think she was placated. Catherine flicked her gaze towards Dane. He was lost in his pets, grunting, eyes closed, would he call the beast Alena as well?

[Dane]

The vampiress was slow with her ascent, planting a kiss on the lycans navel as she stood, lips locking, parting only to have the beast attempt to follow. “Please.” He uttered needily, hips thrashing, his burning member pressing her thigh. Tempting, but she had to remain focus. Dane’s bliss wrought grunts called to her, as he reached around to grab the lycan’s hard cock, pumping. The beast writhed, he trembled, pleasure showing in his gaze as Dane quickened his pace, the pleasure slowly becoming painful. Catherine watched Dane carefully, as she ran her fingers up his forearm, circling the two interlocked men. What had happened to him? So meticulous, suspicious of those around him. He would never let her stand so closely behind him. Not while he was so thoroughly engaged, and in a position of comprise. She could feel a swelling in her chest. She knew the answer. It had happened to her. Perhaps Marcus would keep her from losing herself entirely, she hoped, leaning forward to taste Dane’s skin. Her lips pressed soft to his shoulder. His skin smooth and decadent, she slid up towards his neck. Fangs teasing him. Her hands resting on his fore arms, moving with him as he worked the beast. Not even a flinch. She leaned in pressing her chest into his back. Constricting between her soft flesh and a burning heat. He only sighed, working his hips faster. Poor thing. So far gone. Her fangs pierced his skin.

“Catherine!” His voice was light and pleasant. How long since fangs had pierced his throat? His body was assaulted by a wave of ecstasy. And Catherine’s bite had always been a powerful one. Dane worked his hips, the moment of sheer euphoria making him feel the beast so acutely. Heat flared throughout him, goosebumps ran across his skin. Behind him Catherine’s flesh felt decadent. He could sink into her, held within her soft embrace. Dane moaned, feeling his body slow, the loss of blood taking its tool, weakening. “Catherine.” His voice was tense, full of concern. She wouldn’t dare. He’d seen the submission in her gaze, as it had been centuries ago. What was wrong him? That he’d been so easily fooled. Her grip on his fore arms tightened, he tried to pull his arms away. “Catherine!” He said, angry, with what strengthen remained he tore his arm out of her grip and threw his elbow back into her side. Stumbling back, pulling of the beast. She held. Wrapping her legs around his waist, hands pinning his arms tight to his chest, while she sunk her teeth deeper. No… He tried to slam her back into the wall, but his strength had quickly dissipated. He felt weak, sluggish, his legs began to tremble, and then he fell.

It was ironic, and perhaps a tad humorous. Catherine thought so. If Dane had spoken her name as sweetly as he had a couple minutes ago, she wouldn’t be here, fangs locked within him. The rare elixir that was his life force, funneling down her throat. She couldn’t help, but grind against his backside as her bodied tingled pleasantly. There were traces of lycan within his blood, the beast before him, but something far sweeter, and enrichening. When it struck her core she shivered, heat flourishing, she swore her strength had doubled. Catherine held on tighter, the moment he seemed to notice, it was already too late. She held on quite literally for her dear life. Dane’s blow a mockery of what it would have been, she barely felt it. Instead she wrestled his arms into his grip once more, wrapping her legs around his waist as he pulled out of the lycan. He tried her best, so hopelessly to remove her. It was all for nothing. Poor Dane, all at her mercy. The thought made her warm.

She fell with him, onto the floor, quickly untangling as she rose to her feet. Catherine had felt it. Dane had gone completely limp. With her foot she rolled him over onto his back. He grabbed at her legs. She simply smiled, pulling away from his utterly weak grip. He was all hers, after all the centuries she’d belong to him. Catherine rested a foot on his chest, dragging it down his body to toy with his still hard member. “You belong to me now, Dane.” She was beaming as she turned away to face the lycan. “So do you.” She declared, stepping towards him. Another man in need. Leaning, she pressed her lips to his, feeling his tip brush into him. She worked her hips for a moment, feeling the heat surge, it was a miracle she managed to pull away. But the warmth she wanted was for neither of them. She turned back to her former master; an angry gaze covered by fog. The smile never faded as she approached. Sitting on his lap. She guided the tip of him into her, before slamming down her lips. She cried out, he grunted. All hers, not Lucia’s, or Alena’s, or the council or even Marcus. He belonged to her, to do with as she pleased. To bend to her will as she had done to him. No matter how long it took. She cried out again, throwing her head back as she fell onto Dane again and again.

[Dane]

There was a fire in Catherine’s chest as she rode her former master. His blood, the lycan’s, traces of what must have been Alena’s, all swelled pleasantly within her. She felt powerful, alive, it was otherworldly. Another cry tore out of her throat as the fire she held flourished. Behind her the lycan groaned, needy in his desire. The vampiress flashed the man her smile, watching his working hips. So desperate, when she was finished with Dane she’d tend to her new pet. There was so much to be done, two beautiful men two bend to her will. Her gaze returned to Dane’s. Looking down at him, beyond her heaving breast, the woman’s smile had never faded. He wore a scowl, but there was pleasure in his eyes, undeniable, the lycan’s blood still ran through his veins. Her master- her former, at her mercy, the thought would never cease to please her.
“Dane.” She gasped, letting go of his hands to wrap around his back and neck, pulling the vampire up. Increasing the speed at which she impaled herself on to him. His hands fell onto her body, desperately trying to push her away. A pathetic attempt. That felt more like needy gropes than anything. He should have simply given in, why bother? She thought as she looked into his deep blue eyes. A mixture of anger and bliss. A raging tempest. All hers. Catherine pulled his lips onto hers. A hungry kiss before she buried his face into her breast. Her eyes still locked with his. Moving with him at once. Watching his pupils dilate, before he leaned into her. His tongue flicked across her breast, but he hadn’t surrendered to her. Not entirely. His teeth followed, desperately trying to sink into her soft flesh, dragging across her to find a perch.
With a sinister grin, a hand in his hair, Catherine yanked Dane away from her chest. His fangs extended. A close fist crushed across his jaw, something cracked. “I never want to feel your teeth again.” Her smile was brilliant, as she pressed her lips to his once more. He felt grunt, as the blood that poured into his mouth spilled into hers. And the ectasy rocked her once more. A strong pressure seemed to build from her core as the blood rested in her belly. Building outward, slowly every muscle growing taut. Goosebumps running across her flesh. Dane’s heavy grunt. The orgasm tore through her. She shoved her once lover down hard onto his back. Another crack before she practically railed her body into his. Lifting her hips and falling hard with strength she hadn’t known she possessed. The pack mother’s blood, she thought. Only an after trace, but a subtle reminder of what Adele had given her.
Panting, hands on his shoulders, Catherine’s hips still working albeit slower, she saw the moment her master came. An unmistakable blend of pleasure and shame, his lips parting, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, as his hips buckled beneath her. His hoot seed, was enough to push her over the edge once more. Her grip on his shoulder slipped, she fell onto him completely, body pinned beneath hers.
She still wore her smile, running a hand through his hair. “Catherine.” His voice was low, an attempt to be stern. Her closed fist caught him across the temple.
“Mistress.” Catherine corrected, but the light had left his eyes.

[Dane]

Marcus walked into a most beautiful sight. His lover straddling their former master, a pleasant smile plastered on her lovely face, her lithe fingers running through his hair. A dazed and aroused lycan, staring empty minded. He was handsome despite his stench. Hopefully fair compensation for his love. He stepped towards her side, resting a hand on her shoulder.
“I don’t think I’d ever truly seen him sleep before.” Catherine said quietly. “He was always pretending, wasn’t he.”
Marcus shrugged, but her eyes never parted from Dane’s. His master, former, he reminded, had never even pretended before Marcus. They’d never shared a bed, not the way they had. When Dane was finished with him, he’d leave Marcus sore and hurting.
“You were right, my love.”
“When am I not?”
“It was so simple. So easy. He wasn’t himself.” Catherine finally looked up at Marcus as he ran his own fingers through her hair. She rested her head on his leg. Despite her pleased visage, there was a certain look in her eye. A hesitation to speak her thoughts. A confession she didn’t wish to make. “I need you to guide me.”
“Dearest, I have already told you, I will be your light in the dark.” Then the smile reached her eyes. If he had a heart, it certainly would have skipped a beat then. His fingers caressed her cheek.
“I trust you entirely.”
“Good. Then you accept that I must gut the beast behind us.”
“Marcus!” She rose swiftly, turning on him.
He grinned as her fingers curled in her shirt. Pulling him close. “A joke. I swear it.” Only a half truth.
“I know.” She pulled him into a hard kiss. A more than pleasant heat radiating from her body as their lips locked. For as much as he loathed the scent, the way she felt after taking from them, it was maddening. “You still should have never let them go.” Catherine whispered into his lips. How could he be right and that be true? “But I forgive you.”
Marcus wanted to voice his contentment. But his thoughts felt light, distracted, her warmth, the appeal wasn’t lost to him, but the way Catherine and Dane had become so single-minded. He could never indulge. Catherine gripped him hard by the chin. A grip so strong, it would be a struggle to pull away. And she kissed him. Heat flourishing from her to him. Thankfully, Catherine more than made up for that curiosity. Nothing, nobody could feel better. It was a certainty. He found himself touching her nude form, hand on her rear, the other on her hip. “Catherine.” He sighed as she pulled her lips away. “I’ll secure our new plaything. While you deal with the lycan. And then” He clapped a palm onto her rear, before squeezing hard. “Meet me in my room.”

Catherine turned her smile onto the moaning lycan. His eyes trailing her. It was no surprised that she appreciated her beautiful, the fact he was still aroused though was quite pleasing. Still hard, just from watching her, or was it what she’d done to Dane.
“C-C-Catherine?” The lycan had enough wits to remember his name. Before he could say more, her lips silenced him. As her hands moved to free his limbs from their restraints, his body slumping into hers.
“You poor thing.” She said, stroking him, spare hand running up his lean body to hold him by the throat. His eyes widened for a moment as she held him up, sliding his length into her. They both gasped, as she pulled his body close, staring into his panicking eyes as Catherine worked her hips hard. His heat, she would take it to Marcus. It wasn’t lost how much his lover enjoyed her body after she indulged in lycan blood and flesh. A tad hypocritical, but she understood.
His legs kicked against hers, but it wasn’t a struggle. Despite his restrained breathing, the lycan took it well. His hands had fallen onto her body, but they weren’t fighting her. Gently touching, with what little strength he possessed. “Poor thing.” She echoed; he seemed consumed by desire. Where had they found this lycan? It was clear he would make a suitable pet. Her hand fell to his hip, holding him still, as he worked him quicker. Hips slapping across his. She didn’t wish to delay Marcus. Her fangs sunk into the lycan’s shoulder, he gave out a silent cry as he came inside of her. She was left close, so close.


“I’ll kill her Marcus.” The voice was spoken as matter of fact. Marcus smiled. Had he ever truly been unconscious, had he overhead his conversation with Catherine. A mystery he doubt that would ever be resolved. “I’ll make it slow. And you’ll watch every moment of it.”
“No you won’t. Dane, you’ll play along nicely, or I’ll end you here and there.” Marcus said looking down at Dane, who he held in his arms. The vampire wasn’t even trying to fight back. Catherine had left him feeble. That tickled. “Curse, be damned, I’ll do it for her.” He said quietly.
“Then you may as well kill me now.” That was tempting far more than Dane suspected. Marcus did believe in the curse, he’d accept it to save Catherine. But her life wasn’t at risk, not from him, not if they were careful. She would be eternally displeased if he killed their new plaything here are now.
“Dane, you’ve always been such a bore.” He clamped a hand over Dane’s mouth. “I’ve already tired of speaking with you. Thankfully I’ve made arrangements.” Marcus hauled the vampire into a small room connected to his. Not different at all from where Marcus had collected Dane. A single light. Two poles affirmed into the floor and ceiling, chains for his wrist and ankles. A collar, and muzzle on a side table. The muzzle went on first. There was a glare in Dane’s eye’s that vanished the moment he clamped his jaw shut. And then it faded. Nothing left. No anger, no pain, no disappointment, no fear. Nothing. Marcus sighed.

[Dane]

Marcus glanced over his shoulder as the door to his room opened, Catherine stepping within. Completely nude. “Catherine, show some decency.” he said with a grin, evidently pleased with what he saw. A burning in his lover’s eyes.
“I was careful Marcus. Nobody saw me, We’re practically alone up here.” The vampiress said walking straight towards him. Her hands grabbing him by his collar, pulling him close for another hard kiss. “I want you to take me. Now.” His shirt came off in a single tug. “Don’t be gentle.”
He never was with her. His hands fell to her hips, squeezing, feeling the heat she emanated. Fingers touching her thighs, her backside. “I think I can manage.” His pants went next. Sighing, he kicked off his shoes. “If it must be done.”
Half a smile before she dragged her lips near his ear. “Anyway, you want.”
At that his eyebrow quirked. “Very well.” He managed before her fingers entangled with his hair, pulling his face into her body. Tightly to her chest and shoulder. Anyway, he wanted, she had said. Grabbing her wrist he pushed it away until she relented. Not much of a fight, then she had meant it. His arms wrapped around her, planting kisses on his body, teeth dragging hard across her flesh, just shy of breaking flesh, leaving red marks on her immaculate skin as he circled her.
Catherine was as tense as she was warm. His poor girl had teased herself terribly, for his sake? His fingers kneaded her buttocks as he aligned himself. He knew what she was expecting, where was the fun in that. It was his turn to grab a handful of his hair, as he shoved Catherine forward, bending her over before thrusting in between her legs. Barely aligning himself, entering her harshly. And she took it all so well, pushing back without hesitation, as their gazes both turned upwards. Facing their sire in his sorry state. That had made it all the sweeter. He thought as he tugged on her hair, open palm imprinting itself on her ass. She rattled out a cry, clenching tightly, neither of them taking their eyes off of Dane’s bound form.

“Take him with me.” Marcus whispered into his lovers ear. They’d ended on the floor, Catherine thoroughly pinned beneath him. His hips ever working her. He’d thought the heat claiming her body would have faded by now, but she still held it. How much had she taken from that beast? She’d been so sensitive to him.
“Happily my love.” For good measure he struck her across the rear, pushing out harshly and shoving her down as she tried to stand. Unable to wipe the smile from his lips as Catherine looked up at him glaring. Despite her position, she rose gracefully, brushing back hair, squaring her shoulders and hips before Dane as Marcus circled him. He glanced down to behold his sire’s firm, muscular buttocks.
Catherine had not his patience. Her hands falling to Dane, stroking him as Marcus sighed quietly. “Marcus?”
“It’s nothing my love. Simply reflecting on my good fortune. These cheeks, I believe only our Late King has known them intimately. I am truly honored.”
“Marcus…”

This wasn’t what Catherine had wanted, a part of it she’d expected, Dane was denying them, her, any sort of response. No sign of anger in his eyes, no sign of pleasure either, aside from the measly erection she had drawn out with tongue, falling upon his body was bringing her little satisfaction. Bound to these chains, weak, at least Marcus was enjoying himself. A steady rhythm to the thwapping of his body against Dane’s backside. The warmth she possessed at this rate she wasn’t sure he would bring him to pleasure. Or even herself. Watch Marcus she thought. The pleasure he bore, tickled Catherine, but would it be enough. Dane suddenly fidgeted, his body lurching slightly, a twinkle of his seed spilling into her.

It was utterly disappointing. Unsatisfying, taking their sire. The next night had not gone as well. She’d bound her once master to a table, straddled his waist, as she took him under a silver knife. Blade beneath his skin, against his fingertips, taking a nail. Twisting it slowly, against his skull, biting into bone. Nothing. It wouldn’t dissuade her. But if silver wouldn’t make him responsive, what could? Catherine knew, but she didn’t want to admit it, not yet. For if it was a weakness he had, she would certainly share it.
Catherine took one last look at her sire, after placing him back in his restraints. Looking into his dull dead eyes. Hiding her frustration from her. Swore she saw a glint of amusement within his gaze. But knew it was only her imagination.
She wouldn’t let it get to her. This was just the first night of many. And she’d hardly played her hand. Still she felt a tight unease in her chest, and head. A want to cry out in frustration. It should have been easy. Her sire’s focus had been impeccable. Nearly admirable. She wouldn’t let it get to her. There was so much time.