I held my trembling hand over his mouth, watching my blood drip into the darkness of his throat. It dripped and dripped and dripped. For what could have been hours, that was the only sound being made, echoing off every surface in the room. I wasn't sure how long we sat like that--me feeding him and everyone else holding him down-- but it was clear the scent of my blood was beginning to affect the others. Their fangs were extended and they shifted restlessly, uncomfortably.

"Audrey," Duke placed a hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry, but he is gone."

I looked up into his caramel eyes, blinking back tears. "No. No, he can't be dead. He can't."

Turning my sights downward, I squeezed more blood into Dean Lachlan's mouth while using my free hand to stroke his hair. "Do you hear me? I still owe you a dance, remember? And you owe me a raincheck. So you can't die, not now. Not like this."

My words fell on deaf ears.

"Gabriel, wake up." I moved to rub his chest, my voice cracking with the sobs threatening to consume me. "Gabriel. Gabriel, open your eyes!"

His eyes snapped open instantly. He gasped, I screamed, and the other vamps braced against him. He started coughing, choking on my blood, so I tried to help him sit up.

"Audrey, don't --"

I barely had time to register Duke's warning before Dean Lachlan took me by the neck, drinking from the same spot his father tore into moments before. He was gentle in his savagery, cradling me in his arms as he stole the life from me. Things started going dark, and I embraced it, satisfied with the notion that I was about to die to save someone I loved. That I was about to die in a place that finally felt like home.

Unfortunately, the other vampires had a different plan in mind.

"Come on, Audrey, drink." Nero was speaking to my left as something bumped my lips. "Stay with me."

It was then that I noticed Dean Lachlan had detached from me, though I doubted he was willing. I reached out for him, wondering if he was still close.

"Gabriel, take a breath."

I heard Duke say.

"Yeah, you don't wanna kill her."

Aiden that time.

"She's mine." Gabriel was panting, his voice strained. "I must have her."

"She belongs to us all." Lucius spoke with absolute authority. "And you need to collect yourself before you permanently rob us of her existence."

"Audrey, you need this." Nero pleaded softly. "Please, drink."

My head was pounding, my throat painfully dry. I gave a short nod and opened my mouth, and was rewarded with a warm shot of blood. At first I wanted to gag, to spit it out and puke up what I had swallowed, but the Lust quickly settled in, and soon I couldn't get enough.

Nero gasped, groaned as my fingers laced with his, latching on to his proffered wrist. I felt his erection poke me from behind, but I couldn't care less. In fact, I welcomed the intrusion. I craved it like oxygen, and rocked against him when my strength returned.

"Audrey." Nero spoke my name like a prayer; soft, desperate. But perched just beneath that softness was a warning, thick with restrained need.

It sent a frisson of desire through me.

I felt intoxicated, enthralled by his blood as I turned to look up at him. His eyes searched mine after his wrist fell from my mouth, then his sights turned to the blood running down my chin. It was like the whole world held its breath when Nero leaned in to slowly lick the blood off me. I locked up, frozen in place by the rise and fall of my chest, by the thundering of my heart resonating all the way down.

Nero was breathing hard, the air leaving his blood-stained lips in a rush. Without looking away, he carefully took off his makeshift sling.

"Nero, your hand. It's--"

He took my face in both of his long-fingered hands, forcing me to go mute mid-sentence. I reached up to feel his hands, closing my eyes and exhaling in relief. His hand really grew back! Thank God.

Suddenly his mouth sealed over mine, warm and soft. I opened up to him instantly, allowing his tongue to dip inside, turning a tender kiss into something untamed and raw in a matter of seconds. I could taste his blood, his sweat, as our lips moved in sync. His hands slid from my face, down my body to rest at the hem of my sweater, and in one swift move I was topless.

Nero looked me up and down, amethyst eyes filled with awe, before kissing me again. I moaned into his lips, the ache between my legs almost unbearable, when I felt my bra being undone. At first I thought Nero was doing it, but then I realized his hands were gripping my hips.

"My queen." Dean Lachlan rasped behind me, his cool hand brushing off my bra.

I pulled away from Nero to turn to the dean. His white hair was disheveled, tousled in a very sexy way, and his button-down shirt was open. I marveled at the hard muscles he normally kept hidden, lost in his otherworldly beauty. He owed me answers, a lot of them, but he looked so torn... so sad. It made my heart hurt. I had to let him know it was okay, that we were okay. And since I couldn't make myself speak, I had to show him.

My hand shook as I placed it on his chest. He looked down at the connection then back up to me, curiosity lighting his blue eyes. Duke had fucked my mouth earlier, before I was tricked by Jo and taken to Gildoroy, but Gabriel never had the pleasure. So I gently pushed Dean Lachlan onto his back, and kissed his navel.

He groaned and closed his eyes.

I kissed the spot below his bellybutton.

"Miss Ridley," he sighed. "What are you..?"

I ran the tip of my tongue along his flesh just above the waistband of his khakis, and he threw his head back. "Ahh, Miss Ridley."

I carefully undone his pants, watching him watch me with carnal fascination as I freed his straining erection. He was propped up on his elbows now, his chest heaving in tandem with my pounding heart, when I took his manhood into my mouth.

"My god," Dean Lachlan sighed. "Please, keep going."

I obeyed, moving up and down his length slowly, using a hand to hold him at the base of his cock. He was moaning, mumbling about how good my lips felt wrapped around him, about how much he loved me. It spurred me on, aroused me to the point of bursting.

Audrey.

Duke's voice rang in my head.

Audrey, you have to stop.

I didn't listen. Instead I started going faster, and was rewarded with a spurt of saltiness.

Audrey, please. Duke sounded less like himself that time. Too much blood has already been spilled. Please! We cannot suppress our nature for much longer

Somewhere in the back part of horny brain I knew Duke was right-- I needed to stop. But I was blind with lust. It took over every part of me, possessed me to the point of madness. I couldn't stop...not until Gabriel came.

Before I could even register the sensation, I was tackled to the floor by Aiden.

His mouth found mine with bruising ferocity while his erection scraped roughly against my sex. Not that I was complaining. I was already so close to coming undone, and it felt really, really good. I returned his kiss with equal fervor, damning the leggings I was wearing.

As if he'd read my mind, Aiden broke the kiss to rip off my pants.

"You taste of blood and pre-cum." He stood to strip, moving so quick he was a blur. "My favorite combination."

Dropping to his knees, Aiden crawled up my body, spreading my legs wider apart in his wake. He stopped when his crest hit the apex of my thighs, and his breath caught. "Audrey..."

Right as he began to push inside someone snatched me by the wrist and hauled me out from underneath him.

"Damnit, Lucius," Aiden snarled. "Give her back."

Lucius had me at the outer edge of the sunken floor, putting himself between me and the other vampires. He held me at arms length, dark eyes raking over every naked inch of my body.

"Get her out of here, Lucius." Duke barked from somewhere I couldn't see. "I'll take care of things here."

Lucius didn't respond. Instead, he reached up to slowly undo the string that held back his jet-black hair. It cascaded to his shoulders in thick waves, and perfectly framed his long face. I wanted to touch it, to see if it was as soft as it looked, so I reached out. Lucius snatched my hand before I could blink, his breathes coming out in quiet bursts as he whispered, "you've no idea how much I want you."

"Lucius, what's going on?" Duke sounded gruff, distracted, like he was busy with something. "Why are you two still here?"

Drinking Nero's blood, giving Dean Lachlan a blow job, nearly getting screwed by Aiden, it all had me twisted in a knot of arousal. I couldn't move, couldn't think of anything but the pool of desire aching between my legs. It felt like I was about to explode. If I didn't come soon...

"Show me." My voice was small, breathy. I gazed into his eyes, then at his mouth, and licked my lips. "Show me just how much you want me."

His breath hitched in his throat, his eyes went wide. He regarded me for a moment, then moved me to a spot in the back of the room. Deftly, Lucius used the string from his hair to tie my hands together before lifting them above my head. He hung my bound wrists on an old metal hook jutting out of the wall, and took one of my breasts in his hand.

"You want me to show you how much I want you?"

He purred, rolling my nipple between his finger and thumb.

I whimpered, moving my hips desperately. "Please,"

I was so close; just a touch, a graze of his fingertip, and I'd explode.

He gave me a triumphant smirk while moving his hand frustratingly slow from one breast to the other. "I want you more than anything." He gave my nipple a pleasantly hard pinch. "More than I have ever wanted food or drink as mortal. More than I crave the blood coursing through your veins at this very moment."

"Lucius, please..." I was panting, squirming impatiently under his cool touch.

"More than your body needs release." He whispered seductively, his hand lazily shifting southward. "This hunger--this insatiable desire for climax you're feeling, it's torturous, is it not?"

He brushed against my dampness, and I nearly cried. "Lucius, God, please."

Grinning devilishly, humorlessly, Lucius sucked my wetness off his fingers. "I'll take that as a yes."

He began unbuttoning his white slacks, pulling out his proudly erect cock and fisting it so I could see. "How you feel now, so hungry, so desperate, is how I feel every time I am near you." Like a predator stalking it's prey, Lucius closed in on me, lifting my legs so that they wrapped around his hips, taking care not to enter me. "I love you, my queen; so I am willing to endure the torture. Tis a small price to pay for precious moments such as this. But will you do the same?"

My heart was pounding, my breaths quick and shallow, as he pushed his tip against my sex.

"Will you endure an ounce of pain for a pound of pleasure?"

Biting my lip, I gazed up into his face, shadowed by the lit candles behind him, and pulled him closer with my legs.

He entered me languidly, drawing out a blinding orgasm from me as he pushed in deeper. I was lost in a sea of pleasure, reveling in his leisurely pace, when I felt his stubble scrape my cheek. His tongue flicked along my throat, lapping up the blood left over from Dean Lachlan's feeding. With each taste, Lucius' thrusts got rougher, faster, until I was crumbling around him all over again.

I felt weightless, buoyant with ecstasy. But when I came back down, I felt abruptly empty.

Confused, my eyes flew open just in time to see Duke throw Lucius across the room.

"What the fuck, Duke?!" I snapped, glaring at the auburn haired vamp. "Why did you..?"

Duke's expression stole my voice.

His lips were barely parted, allowing quick breathes to quietly escape. His eyes were wide, drinking in every bit of my flushed skin. He looked tense, hungry, angry...But above all, horny.

Duke silently bridged the gap between us, reaching up to undo the string holding me in place. Once my hands were free, he scooped me into his arms, cradling me to his chest. "Let's get you out of here...before we both do something truly regrettable."

I gulped and gave him a quick nod.

He gazed into my face, his hold on me tightening. But we never moved. Duke didn't make an effort to get me away from the other vampires, never loosened his grip. Why weren't we leaving? Had he changed his mind? An extremely insatiable side of me was definitely hoping so.

Duke?

I'm sorry. He thought solemnly. I want to get you to safety, but the Lust is nearly impossible to fight.

My heart did a somersault.

Then don't fight it. I thought back, reaching up to touch his lips. "Just let go."

He closed his eyes and sighed, then gazed at me with a wild heat. "Is that what you want?"

I nodded, unabashed. "Yes,"

Wordlessly, he moved me to stand upright, towering above me without being intimidating. And then we were surrounded. Aiden, Lucius, Nero, and Dean Lachlan closed in on us, fangs out, arousal blatantly obvious.

"And this?" Duke asked, gazing at everyone else. "Do you want this as well?"

That question stopped me in my tracks.

Did I want this? Did I want them?

I studied the guys, selfishly admiring their flawless physiques.

Yes. I definitely wanted them.

But did I want all of them at the same time?

Could I handle them all at once?

Dean Lachlan didn't give me a chance to consider that question. He swept me up in his arms, banding them tight around my waist as his lips found mine. Desire set my body ablaze, sent my heart into a frenzy. I matched his kiss, devouring him as feverishly as he did me, moaning when I tasted a hint of my blood on his tongue.

Gods, Audrey.

Duke's voice filled my head.

I opened my eyes and pulled away a little from Gabriel to pull Duke closer to me. Our lips connected effortlessly, like they were made for each other, and our tongues immediately came together. He was a lot gentler than the dean was, as was usually the case. Duke was holding back, also per usual, but there was something timid behind his kiss, almost like he was afraid.

I broke the kiss to search his expression. What's wrong?

You are our queen, he thought, smoothing the hair out of my face. But you are still mortal. We could cause serious damage to you if we aren't careful.

I felt my heart swell with a warmth of something alien to me, something I never received growing up. Something I didn't want to put a name to.

Gingerly, I took his hand in both of mine and placed a feather-light kiss over his heart. "Then be careful." I whispered, moving to give his nipple a quick lick. He groaned, and in a blink he was on his back with me straddling him. He took me by the hips and positioned me a centimeter above his stiff sex. His caramel eyes were full of questions, of apprehension. I opened my legs wider for him, and allowed him to delve into me all the way to the hilt.

He threw his head back, hissing slowly through his teeth as I slid down his length. When I came back up, an orgasm tore through me, stealing every ounce of my rational thought. As I came down I looked up to see Lucius stroking himself frantically, his eyes locked with mine. I opened my mouth for him, reveling in Duke's pace while Lucius began fucking my mouth.

One pump.

Two.

Three.

He and Duke were were getting faster, rougher, wanton in their race to climax. Lucius held my head in his hands, thrusting faster and harder when he suddenly stopped. I licked up his girth and was greeted with a shudder, followed by warm saltiness hitting me in the back of the throat. I swallowed every drop, coming again seconds before Duke filled me up with his own warmth.

I felt boneless, damn near lifeless, but I wasn't done. The blood lust still surged through my veins, spurred me on as Duke and Lucius pulled out of my mouth and from between my legs. I lied back, granting Aiden access to my slit.

He licked his lips and lowered his head.

Was he really going to do it?

Was he really going to eat me out after Duke came inside me?

He did. Greedily yet gratefully, as if it were his final meal.

My head fell back as soft cries of pleasure escaped my lips. Heat spread over me in a rush, bringing with it a fine sheen of sweat. My hands tangled into Aiden's messy blond hair, my hips matching the tempo of his tongue lapping up the dampness Duke left behind.

I was on the precipice of another orgasm, literally a hairsbreadth from coming again, when Aiden did something that blindsided me. He flipped me to where I was flat on my chest with my bottom sticking up in the air, and pushed a finger deep into my core. But that wasn't what took me by surprise. No. It was the fluttering of his tongue against my asshole that left me reeling.

And it's what propelled me into climax.

I came hard enough to see stars, and eventually floated back down to see Nero studying me.

He was on his knees with me straddling him. Confused, I looked back expecting to see Aiden, but found Dean Lachlan instead. He brushed the hair off my shoulder with one hand while the fingers of his other hand teased the pucker of my anus.

"Is now a good time to continue our raincheck?" He asked, an edge of uncertainty to his voice.

I glanced from him to Nero, noticing Nero's firm girth resting right outside my entrance. It was a nice gesture, them awaiting my permission. However, with blood lust blazing a trail through my body, common courtesy was the last thing on my mind.

"Just fuck me," I accepted all of Nero into me, turning at the waist to passionately kiss Gabriel. "Please, both of you."

And they did, with Nero in the front and Gabriel taking me from behind. They fucked me slowly, lovingly, erasing everything around us. Nothing mattered but Gabriel, Nero, me, and the Lust swallowing us whole.