Unveiled

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Going to Sangre would not have been Jesse’s first choice. It was a waste of time he should use for a better purpose. It felt cold, heartless. It felt like the girl’s death meant nothing if they were capable of forgetting about it for a night. It felt like he was about to crawl out of his own skin, and watching Gideon pace through the office like he wanted to tear the place apart didn’t help.

He saw the girl every time he closed his eyes, and her specter haunted his dreams. He mourned in his own way for every body they ever found. He knew it wasn’t healthy to carry those deaths with him, but he couldn’t forget the wasted lives, the wasted opportunities. He was already making himself sick with the same image, over and over, and he couldn’t eat. He would sleep again, but only after pushing his body beyond the point of exhaustion.

So though Sangre didn’t seem right, Jesse understood why Gideon wanted, needed, to go there. It was an outlet for all the anger, frustration, shock, horror, and even helplessness that Jess knew they were both experiencing. They’d vent, they’d sleep, and when they emerged from the bedroom the next day, the world would look a little different.

Plus, there was always the chance they’d pick up a new clue or trail. The club was huge, and Jess had never met a vampire that wasn’t happy to divulge every detail of his or her current evil enterprise. Most of their investigative work was listening—no other skills were required. Jess didn’t know where this need to brag and gossip came from, but he thought it was probably rooted in arrogance and, oddly, an inferiority complex.

It didn’t matter how many times they entered Sangre, Jess always felt a thrill of exhilaration, followed by a swift stomach drop as he remembered what he was stepping into. Gideon changed as soon as he stepped into the door, his hand tightening on Jesse’s leash, and he changed, too. He became wanton, shameless, unconcerned about the outside world.

He knew Gideon needed to blow off steam. He prowled through the club like a hungry panther, his eyes narrowed, his body moving with a predator’s grace. Seeing him like this turned Jesse’s stomach to jelly, and he almost preened with each appreciative glance Gideon received as he made his way deeper into the crowd. Regardless of what took place, he belonged to the vampire that turned every head when he walked in the room, and in many ways, that vampire belonged to him.

Jesse knew what was going to happen as soon as Gideon found an unclaimed couch, but he didn’t make a single pre-emptive move. He held his hands behind his back, his legs spread slightly, his back straight, and waited for Gideon to tell him what he wanted. For the rest of the night, he wasn’t going to have a single thought or feeling, except for what Gideon told him. He wasn’t going to think about the monsters they couldn’t find, couldn’t control. It would make Gideon feel better to have absolute power over the situation, and Jesse felt more than a hint of relief when Gideon took that sort of control.

He never expected him to pull the two-foot long crop out from the inside of his jacket.

Instead of sitting down, Gideon let go of the leash, circling Jesse in slow, lazy strides as he slapped the crop against his thigh. “We’ve got quite an audience here tonight,” he commented. His voice was low, and while Jess thought the words were meant for his ears, there was no mistaking the piqued attention of the nearby vamps. “It would be a shame to disappoint them, don’t you think, boy?”

“Yes, it would be,” Jess answered thickly, the c**k ring already pulling tight against his shaft. He followed Gideon as much as he could with his eyes, but didn’t turn his head or otherwise move. As if Gideon created the audience by naming it, more vamps appeared in Jess’s peripheral vision.

The crop snapped across the back of his thighs. “Don’t forget your place, boy. I won’t warn you again.” He appeared in front of him, but instead of looking to Jesse, Gideon caught the eye of a vampire hanging at the edge of the couch, a stocky blond in a white wifebeater that strained over his chest. “You,” he said. “You want a taste? Get up here.”

The vamp nearly tripped over himself in his eagerness to get the first taste. Jesse kept his gaze carefully averted, avoiding eye contact, but he almost smelled the bloodlust. Hunger had its own smell in the club, its own sound and taste, but this was a little darker. The vamp reached out, running his hands over Jess’s shoulders and down his arms.

“Strip him,” Gideon ordered. Finally, he took a seat on the couch, lounging directly in front of Jesse, their gazes locked. Gideon rested his ankle on his knee and tapped the crop against his foot as the blond vamp tore at Jesse’s clothes. “He’s all greased up and ready to play.” Jesse’s hard c**k sprang free, and Gideon’s mouth twisted in a hungry leer. “Let’s see how much we can make his balls ache, shall we? I’m going to say, he doesn’t come until…a dozen of you do.”

Jess bit back his whimper, but barely. The flash of Gideon’s eyes told him he was aware of Jess’s not-quite-vocalized protest. His clothes were discarded, forgotten rags, and the blond vamp eyed him thoughtfully. It wasn’t unlike the way Jess eyed steaks at the butcher’s.

“Get on your knees,” Blondie said gruffly.

“Yes…” Another warning glance from Gideon. “Sir.”

Jess dropped to his knees, still gripping his hands behind his back. Blondie stepped behind him and put a large hand on the back of his head. Without another word, he pushed him forward, forcing Jess to drop his hands to catch himself. He held his breath, waiting for several seconds before he felt the large vampire behind him. He watched Gideon from beneath his lashes, waiting for any reaction on his otherwise impassive face.

He was still tapping the crop against his foot. It took Jesse a moment to realize Gideon was matching the beat of the music pulsing through the club. He could almost feel it tattooing the same pattern to his vibrating flesh.

“Something about this isn’t right…” The softer tone of Gideon’s voice was countered by the calculating gleam in his eye, and several seconds passed where nobody moved, where only the steady staccato of the crop made any sound at all. It ended when Gideon suddenly sat forward and Jesse felt the tip of the crop trace along his jaw. “You’re going to want to suck on something, aren’t you, boy?” he asked, almost casually. “I mean, you haven’t actually seen the size of the c**k aimed at your ass at the moment, but with something that big, you’re going to want something to stop from screaming, I think.”

Jess swallowed hard, his throat suddenly tight, his mouth dry. Seeing Gideon like this was enough to make his balls throb and heat his blood until every inch of his body was tingling and sensitized. “Yes, please, I would like that very much. Sir.”

The crop left his face, and with two expert flicks of his wrist, Gideon had the leash wrapped around it, using it to pull Jesse forward. When Jess reached the edge of the couch, Gideon leaned back and spread his knees to make room for him.

“Take me out,” he instructed. “And we’re going to make this a little more interesting.” He skimmed the crop over Jesse’s bare back, tilting his head to watch the muscles twitch. “You don’t come until I do. I don’t care if it’s twelve or twenty people who get off on you first.”

Jess eagerly unzipped Gideon’s pants, though he knew Gideon had the self-control to drag out this night for a very long time. His c**k was hard and ready for Jess’s mouth, but he resisted the urge to wrap his lips around the head and suck the pre-come from the slit. He glanced up, waiting for a signal from Gideon. A sharp nod indicated he should continue. As soon as Jess wrapped his lips around Gideon’s shaft, he felt the tip of Blondie’s c**k against his ass. He thrust in without further warning, driving Jess forward onto Gideon’s c**k, his nose brushing against the stiff hair at Gideon’s base.

He didn’t know if anybody else heard it, but frankly, Jesse didn’t care. He did. He heard the soft sigh of pleasure that came from Gideon’s throat as Jesse swallowed down his c**k, and he heard the way Gideon forced himself to cut it off before it became too obvious. He closed his eyes and savored the smooth shaft filling his mouth, waiting for Gideon to make the next move.

“f**k him,” he heard Gideon say. The riding crop slithered along his side, matching the smooth tone of Gideon’s voice. “I want to see him drowning in come.”

Blondie didn’t need to be told twice. He pounded into Jesse, and Jesse didn’t resist the punishing rhythm at all. He turned his body over to the vampires completely, relaxing his throat to accommodate Gideon each time he was pushed forward. He kept his eyes on Gideon’s face, though in the dim light, he saw Gideon watching the vampire behind him. Gideon’s c**k twitched against his throat, and Blondie’s c**k twitched and jerked against his walls, and Jesse began to moan around Gideon’s shaft.

Bodies pressed closer, encircling the threesome. With a nod from Gideon, the sound of zippers filled Jesse’s ears, and he felt hands and c***s begin to stroke his bare skin. One vamp slid beneath him and promptly swallowed his shaft, but Jesse was prevented from reacting to the contact by the sudden sting of the crop against his back.

He looked up to see Gideon smirking at him.

“Just remember who comes first,” he said.

Like I could forget. Jesse nodded, thankful the c**k ring was tight. But he almost didn’t need it anymore. Gideon had trained him very well. Still, the vampire beneath him had an amazing mouth. And unlike Gideon, he didn’t seem to have any desire to torment him, which only made his agony worse. His hips jerked forward, and sweat began to roll down his face, neck, and ribs. He tried to figure how many vampires were around him, how many c***s were brushing against his skin, but it was impossible to tell.

Blondie came first, pulling out to shoot across his back. He felt the thick liquid mingle with the sweat, and Gideon’s c**k jerked in his throat, but otherwise, he gave no sign he was anywhere close to coming.

Gideon lifted his arm and used the end of the crop to paint the come over Jesse’s skin. “That’s one,” he murmured. He didn’t need to say more when another body pressed into the back of Jesse’s thighs, and another c**k slid into his ass. He simply pulled the crop away, and in full sight of Jesse, ran his finger along its edge to collect the sticky fluid it had gathered. In the next stroke, Gideon sucked the finger into his mouth in order to clean away the come.

Jesse’s eyes rolled in the back of his head, his body tightening with a wave of desire. His balls were now throbbing to the rhythm of the music, and that steady throb was taking over his entire body. That’s one. That’s one. The words echoed in his mind, a desperate mantra. The mouth around his c**k didn’t pause, like the unknown vamp wanted him to be punished, like he wasn’t going to give up until Jess’s come was covering his face. The new vamp behind him was thrusting just as hard as Blondie, like it was a race.

Something warm splashed on Jesse’s cheek, and Gideon reached forward, entangling his fingers in Jesse’s hair to pull him off his length. He held Jess still while he smeared the fresh come forward to his waiting mouth.

“You can have this taste,” Gideon said. He coated the head of his c**k with the sticky fluid and pulled Jesse back down again. “But I’m going to let everybody else lick the rest of it off you.”

Jess lapped at the salty fluid eagerly, his skin erupting into goose bumps at the thought of the vampires hungrily, greedily licking his body. It would drive them crazy to be that close to his blood, and Jesse knew they wouldn’t be careful about their fangs. None would bite without Gideon’s permission—not if they didn’t want Gideon to smash their teeth down their throat—but they would scrape and scratch until his blood mingled with their come in thin rivulets.

He felt warm fluid against his shoulder, and then a second splash, lower on his ribs. How many was that? Was it four? Jess looked up to Gideon’s face, looking for any sign of how close he was, but there were no clues. And then he felt their mouths exactly as he imagined, alternately soft and sharp as they attacked him with lips, tongues, and teeth.

Hungry growls filled his ears, and with each one, Gideon’s grip on the back of his head tightened a little bit more. The sting of a fang at his hip made his breath catch in his throat, but there was no time to savor it before another scraped against his shoulder, and then another, and another.

“They all want you,” Gideon murmured. It was probably meant for his ears only, but in the presence of so many vampires, Jesse knew the words were heard by all. “You should see how desperate they are, tasting what they can. But they can’t have you, now can they?” He pulled Jess off his c**k, his other hand fisting his length. Every stroke had the head slapping against Jesse’s mouth. “Tell them, boy. Tell them why they can’t have you.”

“Because I’m yours,” Jesse answered immediately, even as his body writhed against the mouths and hands, and what might have been a new c**k in his ass. “I belong to you.”

“All of you. Your ass, your mouth, your blood, your heart. It’s all mine.”

Fresh pre-come seeped from the slit, prompting Jess to catch what he could on his tongue. When he felt the vampire behind him pull out and spray across his lower back, he fully expected the next to take its place without pause. It took him by surprise then when Gideon suddenly let him go, bending over to shove the other vampires surrounding him away.

“Get up here,” he snarled. Scooping his hands beneath Jesse’s arms, he hauled him onto his lap in a single breath. In the next, he buried his c**k deep inside Jesse’s ass.

Jess dug his fingers into Gideon’s shoulders, the relief he felt at Gideon’s unexpected act eclipsed only by his pleasure. It never really mattered how many vamps f****d him; he only ever wanted Gideon, and it was only Gideon that could make him forget the rest of the world. The whole club might have been watching them, and Jess wouldn’t have noticed or cared.

“It’s all yours,” Jess gasped as Gideon began guiding him, his large hands gripping Jesse’s hips tightly.

“Everything.”

Without letting go, Gideon yanked him off-balance, their mouths slamming together. The assault of his tongue was sharpened when Jesse felt the fangs descend, the first heat of his own blood flooding his taste buds. Gideon growled.

“Not going to last,” he warned.

Jesse couldn’t even nod. His whole body vibrated, pulled as taut as a guitar string. One hand abandoned his hip to close around his c**k, finally freeing him from the cursed c**k ring. He buried his other hand in Jesse’s hair and yanked his head back. Jess’s balls tightened, and Gideon drove deeper into his body, and he didn’t know how he managed to keep himself from exploding. He gasped pitifully, his jaw working, but he didn’t have enough breath to beg.

Then he didn’t have any breath left at all.

Gideon’s fangs struck at the same moment his body tensed beneath Jesse’s, the hot flood of his come mirroring the hotter pull of blood from his throat. That first drag was the only impetus Jesse needed, crying out Gideon’s name with a choked sob as his world imploded. His c**k jerked in Gideon’s hand as he flooded their stomachs with shot after shot of sticky come, and he clawed at the powerful arms holding him, desperate to make it last as long as possible.

And still, Gideon drank.

A buzzing started in Jesse’s ears as Gideon pulled more and more blood from him; that buzz became a roar long before Gideon retracted his fangs. As usual, there was no thought of pulling away, no trace of fear, just a growing ecstasy disguising a darker fate—all it took was Gideon to misjudge what Jesse could give and that would be it. But he never misjudged, and when he finally slid his fangs out and began lapping at the bruised skin, Jess didn’t have the strength to do anything except slump in his arms.

Gideon tightened his hold, keeping Jesse upright when he would have melted into nothing. When Gideon’s mouth slid up his neck to his ear, the soft words that came next made goose bumps erupt along his skin.

“You’re not just mine,” Gideon breathed. “I’m yours, too.”

It wasn’t the first time Gideon had offered the sentiment, but it didn’t matter if it were the millionth. There were no other words in the English language that could strike Jesse with such force, or fill him with such confused wonder. To think such a thing was even possible bordered on ridiculous, but it wasn’t just possible, it was true. Jesse absolutely believed that. Gideon wouldn’t have said it otherwise.

“Thank you,” Jess whispered, “for not making me wait as long as you threatened.”

Gideon chuckled. “I did make you wait. I just couldn’t wait any longer myself.”

Jess kissed his jaw and then his neck, hoping Gideon didn’t intend to make him get up any time soon. “That’s because, fortunately for me, you’re greedy.”

He gasped when he felt Gideon’s c**k twitch inside him.

“And still hard,” Gideon said. He dropped a hand to begin massaging Jesse’s ass. “You better be ready for round two.”

Jesse lifted his head and studied Gideon’s face in the club’s erratic light. He knew at a glance he only had one option—nod. The hunger in Gideon’s eyes was enough to make his stomach drop and his c**k stir, but the slow glide of his c**k against Jess’s sensitive flesh as he slid out heated his blood. When he pushed forward, Jesse’s breath caught in his chest, and then the colors swirled around him, and once again, Gideon was all he felt, all he saw.