Rayne
My fangs pierced the skin of the blonde in frontwoman in my lap. She wiggled but didnât complain. My cock stiffened at the friction.
I didnât 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 couldnât shake her.
Piper Billings wasnât like the others. She didnât 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 couldnât help themselves. It wasnât his fault really. Okay, fuck that it was completely his fault. He didnât know how to keep his eyes and mouth to himself. Then there was that damn power in his touch.
Iâd give up being able to hear othersâ 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 couldnât stop hearing that little blonde-haired maidâs thoughts. Not only did she talk to herself way too much, but she was giving me the worst case of blue balls Iâd ever had, and I was thirty years undead!
Sadly, it wasnât 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 helpâs 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.
âIs something wrong?â Heâs 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 hadnât even noticed Iâd 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. âSorry, babe. I must not be hungry.â
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. âGo on. Iâm sure someone else would be happy to have you.â
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 didnât 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 Iâll 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. Thatâs what we were.
âWhat bug crawled up your ass?â 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. Theyâd heal by morning if he did his job right.
âJust not hungry,â I grumbled, not looking to deal with the thoughts inside my head as well as his.
Donât 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 couldnât stop myself from going.
At the top of the stairs, Antoineâs voice stopped me instead. âYou should leave her alone.â
Not turning to face him, I stared down the dark hallway. âShe thinks more than any maid weâve ever had. Should have gotten another dumb one. Sheâs not likely to stay in the dark for long.â
Antoine scoffed. âYou wouldnât say that had you not woken up with one of those bumbling idiots in your day time bed.â He paused for a moment, his mind recapturing the time he talked about. That maid had been lucky he hadnât killed her on the spot. She had been sent packing right then and there.
That had been our last maid. Now, Piper.
I wasnât unaware enough not to realize I wanted her, nor did I deny it. However, I didnât know how to get her to like me like the other maids did. She wasnât 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.
âMake sure you donât let anyone see you tonight.â
âHuh?â I glanced back at Antoine, forgetting he was even there.
âYou are going out tonight, yes?â 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.
âUh, yeah. In a bit. Gotta get something out of my room.â
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 wasnât 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 servantsâ wing, I bypassed Darrenâs room. The serious butler wasnât in his room anyway. He would still be down stairs, waiting to see if we needed anything. He didnât 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 mindâs 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?
âAnything good?â
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. âNot a thing.â
âSure, didnât look like it. Youâre about to bust your load right outside of our sweet maidâs door.â Wynn pointed his finger at my hard on.
âFuck you,â I snapped, glaring at him. Hands curled into fists, I stomped away from the room, shoving my shoulder against Wynnâs.
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.
âWhat the fuck?â I gasped, ripping my hand away from the smirking bastard.
Wynn brushed his hand across his shoulder with a knowing grin. âYou should mind your manners. Next time, Iâll make sure sheâs here to watch.â