Free The Turning Kiss by Eden Bradley Page A

physical strain of the evening ahead.
    The girl’s hand was a sensual touch, exciting her, as it was meant to. That and the ritual of preparation, which she loved. Even more exciting was watching Calam as the other girl rubbed the oils into his skin, his cock going hard, the head darkening. She licked her lips. Saw him smile at her, just a small tilting at the edges of his mouth. She knew he was sinking into subspace, just as she was.
    The girls slipped the silver collars around their necks, and Ilana felt her mind sinking further as they were both made to clasp their hands behind their backs. The pair of girls led them out the door—the first time either she or Calam had passed through in several weeks—and down the long marble hall. It was strange, almost a culture shock of sorts, leaving the womblike safety of the rooms they’d shared.
    Up the flights of stairs, one level, two, their bare feet scudding quietly on the hard, cool marble. They began to pass a few small groups on the wide staircase, vampires, mostly. All of them eerily, stunningly beautiful. But she couldn’t think too much of them. All she knew was that intense sense of submission at being summoned to the dungeons this way. Of Calam beside her.
    She could feel the heat emanating from his body. Knew how hard his cock would be, his dark, male nipples, for the same reasons her body was so on fire. The submission itself. Knowing Luka and the dangerous Konstantine awaited them. And not knowing exactly what might happen, that it was all up to the whims of the vampires.
    She was breathless by the time they were led through the door and into the main room of the dungeon. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the tall, wooden bondage frames like enormous racks, the plush velvet couches set around the room, the gleaming expanse of marble walls. And as they passed one of the enormous gilt-framed mirrors, she caught their reflection—the two attendants in their red leather corsets, their shining chrome collars. And Calam and herself, naked but for the silver circlets they wore around their necks. Beautiful, pale skin. Her body so slender next to the bulk of Calam’s muscular build. And she saw once more how rigid his cock was.
    She swallowed, desire flowing hot in her veins. Making her breasts, her sex, ache with it.
    Need him…
    They stopped in front of one of the tall, freestanding wooden X’s at the far end of the main dungeon room—a double-sided St. Andrew’s Cross. She sensed Konstantine at her side instantly, smelled that papery, stone scent of his years. Enticing. Frightening. Her heart beat faster.
    “How perfect you both are,” Konstantine whispered against her cheek, laying a small kiss there.
    He ran a hand over her stomach, making her body tremble with desire. His touch was unlike any other she’d ever felt—except, perhaps Ever’s—his body impossibly hard beneath the sleek skin. He moved his hand down, over the small of her back, which was always exquisitely sensitive, then over her buttocks. Need rose as he touched her. Spiraled. That and a sense of breathless anticipation.
    “You are wondering what will happen tonight, yes?” he asked her. “Look at Calam,” he commanded. She raised her eyes, saw that Luka was stroking his body in much the same way Konstantine was touching her. “You are to experience it together. In a way which will strengthen your bond, and which serves our purposes.”
    “Yes, Konstantine,” she said quietly. There was too much going on in her body, her head, to be able to answer him any more articulately. But he didn’t seem to require more from her.
    He stepped back, and the two girls were back, one taking her to the cross, the other leading Calam to the opposite side. They were facing each other, and she tilted her chin to see his eyes. They were glazed, glittering silver, watching her carefully through the haze of subspace as the girls fit their ankles into the leather shackles, then raised their arms