Free The Turning Kiss by Eden Bradley Page B

to fasten their wrists into the cuffs.
    The cross was one of her favorite things—being bound and stretched out this way made her feel open. Vulnerable. But beautifully so. Having Calam this close, in this same state of excitement and submission, was doubly thrilling. She could feel his panting breath on her face, he was so near.
    Konstantine stepped in close behind her, wrapped his fist in her hair and pulled, just hard enough to hurt. She moaned softly.
    “Ah, you love this,” he said. “Both of you.”
    She could see that Luka was behind Calam, his hand clasped on the back of his broad neck.
    “Luka will play you both for my pleasure,” Konstantine told them, his voice low, his accent heavy. “I cannot do so myself or I would kill you. It is my one weakness. I cannot hold back. But my Luka will do this for me, as he so often does. And I will love watching. Feeling your desire as he whips you. It will have to suffice for me, and it will. Until, and unless, you both take the Turning Kiss.” He paused, while her heart thundered wildly. “Yes, this means we are offering this gift to you both. But we will give you time to think, to choose. Meanwhile, we will have a night of great pleasures, all of us.”
    He laid a kiss on the back of her neck, scraping her skin a little with his sharp teeth, before letting her hair go, moving away. Luka reached from behind Calam and gave one of her nipples a hard pinch, smiling at her over Calam’s shoulder as she jumped, pleasure shimmering through her. Then Luka did something to Calam that made him groan, but she couldn’t see what it was. Still, the lust rose in her body, knowing something had happened, that Calam liked it.
    Luka disappeared from view and she focused on Calam’s face once more, his gaze on hers. So beautiful, the masculine lines of his face. The dark auburn goatee surrounding his lush lips. Lips that had been on hers, on her pussy, only a little while earlier. Her sex clenched.
    “Keep your eyes on him,” Luka instructed her, his mouth close to her ear. “Watch each other.”
    She felt him step away, and had time to take in a breath before she heard the whistle of the whip, felt it bite into her flesh.
    “Oh!”
    It was something narrow. Sharp. A cat-o-nine-tails, she thought vaguely. Then he hit her again, and she couldn’t think any longer. Pain shivered over her skin, then endorphins flooded her mind, her body, filling her with pleasure. She heard the whip again, but this time it landed on Calam’s flesh. She watched him wince, his eyes fluttering closed for one moment before focusing on her once more.
    “Yes, perfect,” Luka murmured. “Take in each other’s sensation. Each other’s pain. Let it feed you both.”
    Luka whipped her again, and her body bowed with the pain, the need it brought with it. She pressed into the cross, her nipples grazing the wood.
    Yes…
    “Ilana,” Calam whispered, his gaze boring into hers. She saw the pleasure on his face, felt his need multiply her own. “Stay with me.”
    Luka smacked her again, then again. Pain and pleasure melded, became one as her body went loose all over, the last of her resistance gone. His hand stroked over her skin—her neck, down her spine—creating a lovely contrast. He hit her again, hard this time, the pain biting into her, as sharp as a knife, as the vampire’s teeth. She loved it. The whip. His cool touch. Calam experiencing it all with her.
    The tempo built, the pain rising, becoming harder to manage. But all the time her body burned with need.
    More…
    As soon as she thought the word, he stopped. She heard Konstantine’s wicked chuckle. Her body was writhing. With need. With the aftermath of the pain. She couldn’t help it.
    “Luka, whip Calam for me now, my love,” Konstantine said quietly.
    She was panting, her breath hard and rasping. Calam started to smile at her. Then Luka began to whip him.
    The whip cracked onto his flesh, and she knew Luka would hit him harder than