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Then she said almost
too softly for human ears, but on the perfect level for his sharp
ears to hear, “Constantine.”
    Then her eyes met his and she came into the
closeness of his body, running with unnatural heat, fueled by the
need to escape, pressed into service at the worst time for a
vampire. It was late afternoon and Con was at the most physically
distressed he'd ever been.
    Yet, his cock rose as her supple body pressed
itself against his.
    Goddess help him , he'd
fuck her if she would let him . He knew he'd interrupted
another attempt at a rape but had not arrived soon enough to stop
the first.
    Con took Ember by the shoulders and said, “I
cannot. I have never...”
    He stopped talking.
    “I know,” she said. “I know that you have never
coupled without domination and pain.”
    Con squeezed his eyes shut. “I don't want a
mercy fuck,” he bit out.
    Ember recoiled. “I do not offer that.”
    His eyes opened. “Then what do you offer?”
    “My blood,” she said, then gazed up at him
through her pale lashes like gold lace. “Then you may have my
purity, for you do deserve it.”
    Con jerked her to him and she gasped. “I cannot
be gentle. I do not know how!” he yelled into her upturned
face.
    “You will be what you need to be... with me,”
she answered quietly, seemingly immune to his outburst.
    He touched his forehead to hers, pressing her
against a tree trunk. “I do not wish... to cause you harm
after...”
    “What they took from me,” Ember finished for
him.
    He nodded against her head. “They are dead
now.”
    She looked into his eyes, an inch from her own.
He whispered what he'd done to her attackers. His breath felt hot
against her temple.
    When he finished she turned her face until her
lips touched his.
    Constantine received the first kiss of his
life.
    He found he liked it.
    Very much.
*
Alexandra
     
    Alexandra was hyperventilating. She could not
breathe through the bag over her head and the sheer covering which
obscured her pussy had been torn away. The males had been pinching
and grabbing her tender lips, one even tried to put his finger
inside her as they carried her up an endless staircase.
    She knew where they were taking her: where there
were no witnesses.
    Alexandra knew she shouldn't care. After all,
Lucas had delivered her up to these demented Demon males who cared
nothing for the propagation of their species. They just wanted to
use her and fuck her. If she became pregnant, what then? No, she
was disposable. They would not wish to have the reprimands rain
down on them for taking a female breeder. It was the same for all
supernaturals, Alexandra had heard, females were in short supply.
That Lucas would give her up, to his end, could only mean one
thing: he had wanted her gone.
    Permanently.
    Alexandra realized she loved him. For all his
rejection of her; she still loved him. He had impaled her with his
Demon cock and tail spike and it had filled her, his seed cooling
her as he released deeply inside her.
    As the bag was torn away and the great circular
cathedral spun above her head, she saw she was on the sacrificial
tableau. Alexandra cried out, seeing there were six males, four
moved away to pin her wrists and ankles at the four corners.
    They used the sacrificial stone of the rite. The
Master himself forbade it. It was only used for great ceremonies,
not the fucking of a breeder driven by the hard lust of a few
unlawful Demons.
    The males steamed as they lay vapors of vague
red when they quickly moved around her from all corners.
    “Please,” Alexandra tried, hoping to appeal
to... anything.
    They looked at her and smirked, one latching
onto her tit through the sheer panel, squeezing so painfully she
gave a hoarse hiss, steam escaping from between her pressed
lips.
    Alexandra would have been more than a match if
the males had been human. Her short tail possessed barbs on the
end, very unusual for a female. She was four times stronger than a
human male.
    But half the strength