Indebted to the Vampires

Rayne

My fangs pierced the skin of the blonde in frontwoman in my lap. She wiggled but didn’t complain. My cock stiffened at the friction.

I didn’t usually go for blondes. They were too frivolous and chipper. Give me a good brunette with wit and a smart mouth. However, a certain blonde creature had taken up residence in my head and I couldn’t shake her.

Piper Billings wasn’t like the others. She didn’t giggle or bat her eyes at me or my brothers. All the maids had fallen all over themselves to get close to us.

Especially Wynn. They just couldn’t help themselves. It wasn’t his fault really. Okay, fuck that it was completely his fault. He didn’t know how to keep his eyes and mouth to himself. Then there was that damn power in his touch.

I’d give up being able to hear others’ thoughts for being able to make someone orgasm with just a touch. Then again, he had more control than I did over his ability. I couldn’t stop hearing that little blonde-haired maid’s thoughts. Not only did she talk to herself way too much, but she was giving me the worst case of blue balls I’d ever had, and I was thirty years undead!

Sadly, it wasn’t surprising that out of the six of us, he was the one on her mind the most. I tried not to peek into too many of the help’s heads, some things were best kept in the dark, but Piper was... peculiar. She wanted us, that much I knew. She even found me attractive despite how much she bitched at me.

However...

She never acted on it, at least not outside of her room in the cover of night. Unfortunately for her, that was the time we were awake the most.

God. The way she moaned. The images in her head. It had each of us staring holes in the ceiling of the basement.

“Is something wrong?” He’s cute, bites a bit lazy though. Give me a good hard bite any day.

I forced myself not to grimace at her thoughts though she had a point. I hadn’t even noticed I’d stopped biting her until my donor said something. Fuck. What was Piper doing to me?

I glanced up at the woman with the pretty blue eyes. The wrong color. They should be brown, a light chestnut color with a fire burning beneath the iris.

Wiping a hand across my mouth, I shook my head. “Sorry, babe. I must not be hungry.”

The woman pouted her thin lips not the ones I wanted to look at. I trailed a hand down her back and then gave her a nudge. “Go on. I’m sure someone else would be happy to have you.”

She slid off my lap and sauntered across the room. Allister crooked his finger at her, having already taken his share from his donor. The greedy bastard. The blonde didn’t seem to mind, she licked her lips and gave him a flirty smile before climbing into her lap.

I wanted the big one anyway.

Fucking slut.

Sighing, I stood from my chair. I dragged a hand through my shaggy hair. Maybe I’ll go out. Take a walk. Maybe hunt someone down for a change. Having a service bring our donors was easier, more discreet, but it took away the best part about being a vampire. The danger. The excitement.

Neutered. That’s what we were.

“What bug crawled up your ass?” Drake glanced up from his donor, a gorgeous redhead with large breasts, blood dripping down his lips. Her dress barely covered them, and Drake had taken advantage of all the bare skin, littering her chest with bites. They’d heal by morning if he did his job right.

“Just not hungry,” I grumbled, not looking to deal with the thoughts inside my head as well as his.

Don’t stay out too late.

I flipped him the bird on my way out of the dining room. I glanced at the front door tempted to go out, but something called me up the stairs. I knew where I was headed and yet I couldn’t stop myself from going.

At the top of the stairs, Antoine’s voice stopped me instead. “You should leave her alone.”

Not turning to face him, I stared down the dark hallway. “She thinks more than any maid we’ve ever had. Should have gotten another dumb one. She’s not likely to stay in the dark for long.”

Antoine scoffed. “You wouldn’t say that had you not woken up with one of those bumbling idiots in your day time bed.” He paused for a moment, his mind recapturing the time he talked about. That maid had been lucky he hadn’t killed her on the spot. She had been sent packing right then and there.

That had been our last maid. Now, Piper.

I wasn’t unaware enough not to realize I wanted her, nor did I deny it. However, I didn’t know how to get her to like me like the other maids did. She wasn’t easy. I should be happy for a challenge after all my years, but all I could think about was how frustrating all of it was. How frustrating she was.

“Make sure you don’t let anyone see you tonight.”

“Huh?” I glanced back at Antoine, forgetting he was even there.

“You are going out tonight, yes?” Antoine tossed his white hair over his shoulder, his pale eyes sharp and all seeing in the dark. Not much got by Antoine. Probably why he was the head of the house. He could have it. Too much drama and political bullshit came with that job.

“Uh, yeah. In a bit. Gotta get something out of my room.”

Antoine nodded and walked back into the dining room.

Without an audience, I stepped onto the landing of the second floor. I shifted toward my room, I should go. Antoine was usually right. Fucking asshole. I was the telepath, I should be right at least ninety percent of the time. At least, I should be right more than him.

Screw it.

He wasn’t the boss of me. If I wanted to fuck with the maid, I would. Not like she even had any interest in me anyway. Her mind was full of Wynn.

Stomping across the landing to the servants’ wing, I bypassed Darren’s room. The serious butler wasn’t in his room anyway. He would still be down stairs, waiting to see if we needed anything. He didn’t sleep much from what I could tell. Strange for a human though, with his blood bond to us, he was hardly human anymore.

Not like Piper.

Stopping in front of her door, I reached for the door handle. I twisted it. Locked. Raising my hand to knock on the door, I paused at a sound. A low breathy moan creeped through the door. Shifting closer to the wood, I pressed my ear to the surface.

There it was again. Definitely a moan. Was she touching herself again?

I must be a glutton for punishment because I reached out for her thoughts without hesitation. Her mind was fuzzy, telling me that she was dreaming. However, the maid might as well be flicking her bean for the images inside her head.

Piper sat on the island in the kitchen, her body bare and her legs spread wide as Wynn slammed into her pussy. She had her head thrown back as she cried out in pleasure. In her mind’s eye, I could see her breasts in perfect clarity. The rosy tips of her nipples made my mouth water and my fangs ache. I wanted to see more, but even I felt like a pervert, standing her peeping on her mind.

I grunted, reaching down to adjust myself. Even with Wynn as the main attraction, the sight of her body and sound of her moans were almost too much for me. I started to pull away from her thoughts, dead set on finding a willing woman outside of the house for the night when her dream changed.

While Wynn had her front half, another set of hands slid over her shoulders. A familiar head of hair bent over her neck, placing open-mouthed kisses along her throat. I gaped. Piper actually dreamed of me?

“Anything good?”

I jerked away from the door to see a smirking Wynn standing a few feet away. Turning my eyes from his, I cleared my throat. “Not a thing.”

“Sure, didn’t look like it. You’re about to bust your load right outside of our sweet maid’s door.” Wynn pointed his finger at my hard on.

“Fuck you,” I snapped, glaring at him. Hands curled into fists, I stomped away from the room, shoving my shoulder against Wynn’s.

Big mistake.

A shock of pleasure ran through me. Groaning, I doubled over, and my hand shot out to grab the nearest thing which happened to be Wynn himself. I swallowed and gasped, trying to catch my breath as my orgasm shook through my body.

“What the fuck?” I gasped, ripping my hand away from the smirking bastard.

Wynn brushed his hand across his shoulder with a knowing grin. “You should mind your manners. Next time, I’ll make sure she’s here to watch.”