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  The two vampire lords looked at each other, even mimicking their movements together without knowing.

  Scarlet exchanged looks with Tavian.

  How could anyone not believe they were brothers?

  Scarlet’s eyes widen as she looked Tavian in the eyes.

  Tavian smiled.

  I could hear you in my mind, Tavian.

  I could talk to you through our minds.

  All this time?

  All this time.

  Then why the kiss?

  So I could kiss you.

  Scarlet’s mouth dropped opened into an astonished little “O”.

  Tavian laughed.

  Let’s just keep it our secret.

  Scarlet nodded.

  “So genius inventor brother of mine,” Rothschild said to Cruces. “How do you purport we go to the future to find this woman we both don’t really care to find, except for her brother of course, and kind-hearted yet naïve Scarlet?”

  The two vampire brothers stared at each other, their minds going at once.

  “You know,” Cruces said, “In all our years of existence, we have yet to travel through time to the future.”

  “Yes,” Rothschild said. “No vampire has ever traveled to the future. Imagine if we could, then vampires would be indestructible. We would rule humankind…” he stopped as though contemplating it.

  “Exactly,” Cruces said. “Traveling to the future would be one of the ultimate goals for someone or some organization who would want to rule all creatures – supernaturals and humanity.”

  Scarlet shuddered. “Then The Order should never be allowed to find a way to the future.”

  Rothschild and Cruces nodded.

  Tavian shook his head. “How did my sister end up in the future then? Do you think The Order sent her there?”

  “You mean, does The Order have a device to travel to the future?”

  “Your rings allow you to travel back in time, and even between worlds. Could it be tweaked so that you can travel between time?” Scarlet asked.

  The Fae can alter seasons. Can the Fae alter time?

  Scarlet looked at Tavian, who was looking into her eyes.

  You don’t want them to know about the Fae’s abilities to alter seasons. Why?

  Because they were both from The Order. Cruces even began The Order at its origins. Magic so powerful as to alter time must be kept a secret. Especially from the “fangs.”

  “Fangs?”

  They certainly are not fairies.

  Scarlet laughed out loud.

  The two “fangs” looked at her. As much as she loved them both, could she really trust them with the knowledge and ability to travel to the future? They were “fangs” who lived off of humans. Predators. Rothschild was a bad boy vampire who had no qualms killing humans or other creatures because of his nature. He was good now, being initiated into the Society, but would he stay that way or would the nature of his beast rear its ugly head at some point?

  And Cruces or Lord Darthmoore…who literally made up a mystery using her parents’ friend, the famous Sherlock Holmes to trick Scarlet to travel from Egypt to England to help Holmes with the case. Although he did it because he believed that she was the Seeker, and he was the Keeper, that they should be together. A romantic notion about being together and meant for each other, nonetheless, it was trickery.

  With the world and humanity at stake, she agreed with Tavian, perhaps the “fangs” should not know about time travel at all.

  Chapter 2

  “If not the ring, which device do you think will help us go through time?” Scarlet asked.

  Tavian spoke up then. “Perhaps Rothschild can enlighten us on this.”

  All eyes turned to Rothschild.

  Tavian said, “You not only whisked Cecilia away to God knows where, but you had taken Gordon into another world with your gold ring. Where?”

  “The same place he took Cecilia,” Scarlet thought out loud. “Because Cecilia knew where Gordon was. She threatened to tell me, which was one reason Rothschild wanted her away.” Scarlet crossed her arms. Although she had fallen in love with Rothschild, he was still a rogue. “Rothschild, please tell us where Gordon is?”

  Rothschild walked over to Scarlet, putting his arm around her and pulling her close to him. “Scarlet, you know how I feel about you. Your love changed me. Everything I did and to Cecilia and Gordon…” he looked away, “And some others were all in the past before I fell in love with you. I was bad. I was horrible.”

  He pouted, bringing his luscious lips together before kissing Scarlet on the cheeks. While his lips were close to her ears, he whispered, “I thought of nothing but how beautiful you looked when you were in ecstasy as we made love last night. I want nothing more than bringing you to the height of pleasure once again.”

  Scarlet’s face turned as red as her namesake as her entire body relived the memory of his touch on her body. He was electric. The most skilled lover.

  Somewhere in the distance of her mind, someone coughed.

  Scarlet was brought out of her lusty fog to see Cruces and Tavian at the door, ready to leave.

  “Where are you going?” she asked them.

  “To the Land of the Fae,” Cruces said. “But first, we have to prepare. One does not enter the Land of the Fae without certain objects....”

  Tavian came over to grab Scarlet’s wrist. “You must come too.”

  “But I’m not dressed. I was just finishing up with breakfast when you all barged in, despite my home being heavily warded by Cruces.”

  Cruces stopped and waited at the door, which he closed. “It’s a lady’s prerogative to take her time getting ready. We shall wait.” He walked over and sat down at the breakfast table and proceeded to pour himself a cup of tea.

  Scarlet smiled. Cruces will always be Cruces…a gentleman, a vampire, and a hot lover. She wanted all of him. Just like she wanted all of Tavian and Rothschild.

  Tavian followed Cruces’ example and situated his tall muscular form in the parlor room’s ornately carved oak and velvet chairs.

  “I’ll just go change,” Scarlet said, heading towards her bedroom.

  Rothschild said, “I’ll go help you change.”

  “No you don’t,” Cruces said.

  “Still jealous of the time Scarlet loved only me? So passionately, she couldn’t stand being apart from me?” Rothschild asked.

  Cruces smiled a knowing smile. “She was under Cupid’s spell and only felt that way about you because of it. The spell’s broken now. She could choose to love whomever she wants without being forced into it by a spell.” Cruces crossed his arms. “I’m confident in my abilities to win her heart without the use of any magic or spells. Are you?”

  “Of course,” Rothschild said. “I’ve heard no complaints from women about my abilities to satisfy their needs.”

  “That’s because the ones who did, were done away with,” Cruces said. “A very good 100% customer satisfaction method I am sure.”

  Rothschild laughed. “That’s so absurd, it’s laughable.”

  He gently grabbed Scarlet’s wrist and started marching her on her way to her bedroom, which he was in just last night. “Now time’s awaiting, sweet Scarlet. We mustn’t keep everyone else waiting.”

  Before Cruces or Tavian could stop him, Rothschild had whisked Scarlet quickly into her bedroom, locking it shut. “Now, let’s get you undressed,” he said, his voice hoarse with lust. “I’ve been wanting to have you to myself all morning, but had to endure the presence of those other two.”

  With one hand, he tore through her morning dress and bathrobe, “Your body is too exquisite to be hidden by clothes. You should walk around naked for all the world to appreciate.”

  “I would be arrested for that,” Scarlet said, smiling, as Rothschild immediately pushed her onto her bed, spread her wide, and began licking her folds with his long tongue, dipping in to tongue-fuck her raw.

  “Oh my God, Roths,” Scarlet moaned as he built a stea
dy momentum.

  His fangs grew long by the heat of his arousal. When she cried out from her orgasm, he bit her on her clit, drawing blood into his hot awaiting mouth. He drank a while before licking her wound shut while her eyes closed in pure ecstasy.

  Rothschild stood up, lowered his leather and velvet trousers to free his enlarge harden shaft and plunged deep into Scarlet, thrusting until she came over him. He removed himself from her and licked her clean, savoring every lick. “Oh Scarlet, my Scarlet, I can’t get enough of your taste. Your blood, your juices…the finest wine. I’m intoxicated by you. I love you.” He pulled her up, cupping her face as he kissed her mouth, letting her taste herself on him. “I love you. I love you.”

  Scarlet melted into his kisses and embrace. He seemed genuine in his love for her. He broke away from her and asked, “Do you love me?”

  Looking into his beautiful eyes, her heart spoke for her when she nodded and said, “Yes.”

  His beautiful face broke out into a huge grin. “I’ve died and gone to heaven,” he said. “Every vampire’s wish. You just made me the happiest vampire in existence.”

  “As long as you stay good, Roths,” Scarlet said. “I will give you my heart. If you turn on me or humanity, though…”

  Rothschild put his finger on her lips rubbing them until she took them into her mouth. “Oh Scarlet,” he groaned. “You are all sweet and innocent in appearance, but you are a wild minx on the inside. One I want to let out and explore.”

  Scarlet couldn’t stop herself. Once she tasted Rothschild’s finger, his flesh, she wanted to devour him. She wanted to lick all of him. She sucked on his fingers, looking into his eyes as she sucked him. “How I want you to be sucking with that ferocity on another part of me,” he said.

  She went down on her knees, pulled out his girth and looked up at him with her big blue eyes.

  He just about came when she licked the tip, kissing it.

  A knock came at the door, which had Rothschild grabbing Scarlet up from the ground, while pulling up his trousers.

  The door opened, and Cruces walked in with Tavian, brandishing a stake. “Scarlet, are you alright?” Cruces asked, looking at her face, then at her fully naked body. He licked his lips as he took her all in.

  Tavian took a step forward. “We thought something may have happened to you…that Rothschild may have hurt you when you did not come out of your room for a while.”

  Rothschild shot them an infuriating gaze. “She’s changing, Gentlemen. She does not need an audience.”

  Tavian and Cruces were unable to take their eyes off of Scarlet with her blond hair down, cascading over her creamy white skin, her full breasts, slender waist, and full bottom.

  “You’re perfect,” Tavian said. “Beautiful.”

  Cruces didn’t say anything, but just stared. Then he shook his head. “Are you alright, Scarlet?”

  Scarlet blushed. She had made love to each of her men, but mostly in the dark. Here, she was in broad early morning daylight, which made her skin glow almost blue in the English light. “Cruces,” she said. “I’m perfectly fine. In fact, I’m feeling wonderful. Rothschild had been very helpful in getting me out of my stubborn morning dress.”

  “I bet he has,” Tavian said.

  “I just need help in finding the right outfit to wear when I visit the Land of the Fae for the first time. Would you two know what I should wear? Rothschild and I had the hardest time deciding.”

  Cruces came over to Scarlet to give her a soft kiss on her lips. “Anything would look beautiful on you. As I rarely travel to the Land of the Fae, I would not know exactly what would be in style there for a lady of your status.”

  Tavian went to Scarlet’s wardrobe and pulled out a silk purple ruffle blouse and black trousers with black suspenders. He added a black hat and a black silk frock to the outfit. “This will be the way to dress when you visit the Land of the Fae,” he said.

  Scarlet looked at the outfit and nodded. “To dress like a gentleman instead of a lady.” She walked over to her dresser and pulled out lace barely-there panties. “I’ll dress like a lady underneath,” she winked at her men.

  Cruces shifted uncomfortably where he stood while Tavian almost dropped the stake he was holding. Rothschild’s fangs had grown longer and sharper as he eyed Scarlet hungrily.

  Scarlet glanced over at her men and said, “Unless you’d like to help me dress, you can leave now.”

  That woke up the three men from their cloudy haze of fantasizing about Scarlet, to moving forward with fulfilling those fantasies, grabbing her from where she stood and carrying her off to her bed. Cruces was rubbing lotion on her breasts and stomach while kissing her nipples before biting them. Tavian was massaging her inner thighs before slipping his fingers deep into her. Rothschild was on the bed with her, his girth in her mouth. She was sucking him and kissing him. She couldn’t get enough of him.

  As each of them continued to massage her, rubbing lotion and perfume on her body, she took each of her men in, tasting each of them and marking them with her own mark. Her own bite marks.

  It was the first time all of them had been with Scarlet at the same time, and she managed to satisfied and fulfill all of their needs, lovingly moving between them so no single one would be jealous or feel left out, biting each and leaving her marks on them, telling each one that she, Scarlet the Seeker, had claimed them. Indeed, she laid her claim on them, denying each the chance to say they claimed her.

  When they all climaxed at the same time, Scarlet stood up and said, “Now men, if you want to continue to have your sexy ways with me, before I travel with you anywhere, you will have to get along. We are a team. We are the Society. In order to defeat The Order and those who dare to challenge us, we must learn to act together, stick together, and fight together. Agreed?”

  Tavian and Rothschild nodded.

  Cruces stared at Scarlet, his eyes held a bit of anger in them as he looked over at Tavian and Rothschild. “The Seeker and the Keeper belongs together,” he said. “They were meant to be together.”

  “Yes,” Scarlet kissed Cruces. “They do. But there isn’t anywhere written where they can’t include others. To satisfy my needs, I need all of you.” She kissed Cruces hungrily and he responded with equal passion. Her hand moved down to the front of him to run her fingers up and down on his hard-on. “Agree to this arrangement, Cruces?”

  He had his eyes shut tight as he winced. He moved so quickly that he was on top of Scarlet, plunging into her, thrusting into her.

  “Don’t hold back, Cruces,” she cried out. “Take all of me. Give me what you’ve got.”

  He groaned so loudly, the walls shook, and he plunged in, thrusting at a frenzy until she was grabbing his hair in her fist and exploding onto him.

  “Do you agree, Cruces…for me?”

  He roared with his final thrust that went so deep, she could feel it to her back. “Yes, yes, yes, Scarlet. Anything for you.”

  She smiled as she collapsed onto him.

  Now she felt they were ready.

  Chapter 3

  All dressed in fashionable travel attire, with Scarlet’s hair tied into a low ponytail hidden underneath her frock and her top hat, they walked down the streets of London towards Cruces home.

  All the ladies stopped to stare and giggle as they walked by, admiring the beauty of the four. Some even dared to drop their hankies, inviting them to pick them up.

  Scarlet, trying to act like a gentleman, stopped to pick up one, but Cruces stopped her and urged her on. “We don’t have time for that,” he said. “Excuse me ladies,” he tipped his hat at them. “We are in a hurry for an urgent matter.”

  “Of course,” they said, blushing, now ogling Tavian. “Now the gypsy…what a perfect male specimen,” they said, giggling.

  A wave of possessiveness washed over Scarlet as the ladies ogled her men. She wanted to punch each of those ladies in their faces. Tell them that they were hers. That she had marked them, bit them where anyone else wa
nting to claim them would see that they were already claimed.

  Rothschild, who walked on Scarlet’s right, saw the look of jealousy cross her face and smiled. “Come on, Sweet Scar, let it pass. It is how each of us feel when someone else looks at you like they want you.” He bent his face to her ear. “But it is you we want. No one else. Rest assured of that.”

  By avoiding the crowd and not stopping to talk to anyone, the four made it to Cruces’ fashionable townhouse in Piccadilly, which was not too far from Scarlet’s home. Cruces opened his door and allowed the other three into his home while quickly shutting and locking the door behind him.