Dracula Unleashed by Linda Mercury Page A

“Fuck me,” she demanded. She wouldn’t lose control. She couldn’t. The minute she let go, the visions of death and horror came back. But if she could be in command of everything, she would be fine.
    Valerie didn’t notice the glance the two men exchanged through the video call.
    â€œDo my eyes on you excite?” John asked. Through the pixilated screen, they both watched as he teased the head of his cock with his thumb and forefinger.
    â€œYes.” Valerie’s secret and her atonement had limited her sexual experiences. She’d always been the voyeur, not the exhibitionist. Not hiding who or what she was doing exhilarated her. It felt like taking off an ill-fitting suit of armor she’d worn for decades.
    Lance unzipped her pants and pulled the opening wide. Her black pubic hair sprung free, as soft as his wings. He peeled her outer lips back, exposing the pink and purple furls of her inner labia.
    â€œCan you see?” he asked John.
    â€œOui.” John further responded by stroking his thumb over the sensitive spot at the base of his cock, right above his tightening balls.
    Valerie’s teeth bore down through her gums. She swore she could smell hot apples, the scent of John’s arousal. Lance’s clove aroma weakened her further. She wanted to fall, wanted to let them take her to where she knew they could lead.
    She closed her eyes.
    Mina’s broken ribs pierced her skin red and white and black on the Shelby . . .
    Valerie shuddered. If the visions continued, she would not be able to stop the vampires who had started this mess. She would be useless. The responsibility of the next world war would land directly on her shoulders.
    â€œShe’s thinking,” Lance said.
    â€œStop her.”
    No. She would not make them take care of her. She would not allow this.
    . . . the dead eyes of another woman she couldn’t protect . . .
    Pain above her jugular startled her.
    â€œOuch!” She opened her eyes. “What the hell?”
    Lance growled like a hell-dog as he worried his blunt teeth deeper into the tight muscle between her shoulder and her neck. “Be with us,” he murmured. The vibration of his words prickled her skin. Her nipples thrust out in response. The hood of her clitoris retracted.
    Lance lowered her pants until they hit the gravel of the rooftop. Dead bugs, cigarette butts, and hot tar coated the roof, but Valerie was never the sort to care. Messy clothes were the last thing on her mind.
    He steadied her with one hand, the other busy with the phone. He aimed the camera at her, showing her off to John.
    Physical power and willpower were her specialties. Sexual power? Something she’d not let herself experience before she met Lance.
    She licked a fang. Practice did make perfect.
    Valerie planted her rear on the half wall. Her shirt fluttered in the light wind, playing peekaboo with her swollen breasts and tight nipples. She ran her hand down her abdomen, caressing her navel before laying a finger alongside her clitoris.
    John exhaled and pressed his hips toward his stroking fist. Lance’s wings disappeared. With an exhale of his own, he floated the camera in midair, letting it hover above her wet pussy.
    â€œYou ready for me?” he challenged, dropping his own pants to the roof beneath them. His cock, heavy and engorged, hung low. The blue veins under his skin tempted her with their pulsing heat. She wanted that in her.
    She peeled her lips away from her lips, baring her fangs in a display of appetite. Her eyelids lowered until she studied him through narrow slits.
    â€œCome and get me.”
    The camera flitted closer until it floated above her belly button. Lance stepped closer.
    His thick head pressed against her opening. He was huge and her vagina engorged tight. He grunted like a feral animal as he entered her. She clenched her molars together. The flaring edge of his cock rubbed her G-spot. He teased her, sliding that