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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 swallowed hard, then nodded.

Skidmore grinned as he stepped closer. “Good.” He glanced at the others. “And you, my dear,” he said to the blonde. “Join us.”

Jake could tell without looking that the second young man was finishing his turn humping the large-breasted, dark-haired beauty, which would probably leave the two human male participants without much initiative to continue.

The blonde crawled across the bed and kissed Skidmore, then leaned over and kissed Jake. Her mouth, hot and wide, promised wild, erotic joy, and he responded by pulling her in for another taste.

When she straightened, she looked at Skidmore.

“Sit here,” he said, patting the bed beside Jake.

As she did, Skidmore stroked her bronze thighs, then slid his hand between them. “Beatrice has beautiful little breasts, don’t you think?”

Taking the cue, the blonde leaned forward and attended to Beatrice’s breasts with her tongue, circling them, then sucking.

Beatrice responded by flooding Jake’s cock as her excitement grew, releasing her wonderful scent again.

Jake’s fangs dropped and his cock swelled.

“Yes,” Skidmore said softly. “Lean forward just a little.”

Jake watched the girl’s face as Skidmore kissed her shoulders. He could tell by the frown that furrowed her brow that Skidmore worked on entering her, easing his way into her tightest opening.

And then Jake felt the intrusion of slow, easy strokes, and sweat popped out on Beatrice’s face.

“Oh,” she said, her voice soft and deep, “so full, so…”

“Yes,” Skidmore whispered. “Now move up slowly, feel Jake inside you.”

Beatrice did as instructed, and Jake felt spasms starting in her tight cunt. As she slid back down, her body shook and her hand curled into a fist against his skin. Her mouth opened and her head went back.

Skidmore pressed his fangs into her shoulder then, and Beatrice cried out. Her wonderful cunt clamped down hard, squeezing and releasing as her orgasm pulsed through her. And pushing against Jake’s own erection, Skidmore’s rock-hard cock pumped in slow, easy thrusts.

Jake ached for release, needing to taste her climax, every nerve screaming for more. He reached up, pulled the girl from Skidmore’s grasp, and pierced her neck.

Achingly exquisite joy flowed through him like molten lava as he knew the extent of the orgasm burning through her torso and down to her toes. Erotic fulfillment edged out sorrow, fear, wounded pride, years of hiding in the shadows. Pulling her closer, Jake pushed Skidmore away, rolled over on top of Beatrice and filled her with deep, hard thrusts, unable to stop, unwilling to slow. Her heartbeat thundered in his head. Fingers dug into the muscles of his back and she cried out near his ear. “Oh, God, yes!” Her climax continued drawing him deeper.

Approaching the edge of reason, Jake withdrew his mouth from the fountain of sweet nectar, but continued to ride the waves of release with his mousy mate. She thrust up against him again and again, gasping now, cooing as she slowed.

Jake opened his eyes to enjoy the way her face relaxed as the last of the need left her.

He glanced over to find Skidmore between the blonde’s thighs, fucking her as he drank from her tattooed breast. The girl arched up into him as she came.

A whimper drew his gaze to where the dark-haired woman watched them, her hand sliding ineffectively across her cunt. “What about me?”

Skidmore raised his head, smiling as he licked the last drop from his lips. “Don’t worry, my dear,” he said. “You’re next.”

The old vampire had stamina—Jake had to give him that. His own fires had been quenched to little more than smoking coals, and he returned his gaze to Beatrice as she caressed his face with her fingertips. He kissed her again, then rolled over to his side to watch the rest of the show. He heard a strange tinkle like pieces of glass colliding, and decided it must be his shattered Victorian morals raining down on the stone floor.

Skidmore nipped at the blonde’s stomach as he moved off her, then he sat up, cocked his head to one side and studied Jake. “What’s wrong, dear boy?”

“Nothing’s wrong.”

Skidmore nodded toward the dark-haired woman. “Would you like to do the honors?”

Jake shook his head. “No, thanks.”

The older vampire sighed as if in sympathy. “I believe your metabolism is just too slow for this lifestyle.”

“Probably.” Pulling Beatrice into the curve of his body, Jake lounged and watched Skidmore work on the dark-haired woman’s incredible breasts with his hand between her legs. He brought her to two rather rapid climaxes, leaving red love bites on her skin.

Something about the moans of pleasure, the scent of female cum, and the way Beatrice began to push back against him soon had Jake aroused again, much to his surprise.

“Take me,” she whispered, turning her head to see him over her shoulder.

Jake lifted her hips into him and entered her quickly, nearly desperate to sheath himself in her hot cunt.

With one hand on her abdomen, he fucked her with slow, deep thrusts, pushing against his own palm. Beatrice reached back and grabbed his ass, holding him close, and he pressed his lips to the top of her shoulder.

She moved his hand down and he fingered her hard little clit as she writhed and groaned, and then she came, slamming back against him as she flooded his cock once again. He slid his fingers around the union of his cock and her pulsing cunt until they were drenched.

Beatrice brought his hand up to her lips and drew his fingers into her mouth one at a time.

Jake shuddered at the erotic motion of her hot tongue caressing and sucking his fingers. He turned her head and kissed her, circling her wondrous little mouth with his tongue.

Turning, he drew her up under him as his need became more urgent and his cock ached for the deepest part of her.

She raised her head beside his, panting her own need, arching against him.

“I need to drink,” he whispered.

“Yes,” she breathed.

When he drank from her again, all else around him disappeared as they rose together into a cloud of bliss. He knew her now—knew her need and her joy at finding him, knowing him, fucking him. Her life of pain revealed itself slowly as it fell away from her, and he filled her and took from her until he found nothing left to take.

Jake raised his head as he pumped the last, and he felt Beatrice collapse under him.

The cloud cleared, and he realized he’d taken too much from the mousy little girl. Growling, he rose from her and gathered her into his arms. Her small, thin body seemed to be losing heat at an alarming rate.

“Don’t worry,” Skidmore said. “I’d already planned to welcome her into the fold. Of all here tonight, she’s the only one.”

Jake glanced around at the four remaining mortals who lay sprawled on the bed, recovering from their wild activities. “What about them?”

“They weren’t made for eternity, dear boy. Our Beatrice is another matter. Why don’t you carry her to my bedchamber? I’ll take care of the rest of it.”

Skidmore knew of Jake’s mistake early in his Dark life, and understood his reluctance to try again.

Jake followed Skidmore down the series of hallways, deposited Beatrice in the middle of the lavish bed, then kissed her cool lips before retreating.

He stood in the hall, listening, but heard nothing. Had he just killed his little mouse? He sincerely hoped not.

Returning for his clothes, he found the group asleep on the bed. He knew Skidmore was right—they weren’t made for eternity. They were just a bunch of misguided children in adults’ skins.

He went back to his own room then and found his boots and hat. The only thing he really had a stomach for was wandering the desert, remembering the old days.

And perhaps he’d run across his backstabbing little vixen somewhere out there.