Page 12 of Victory for Vampires

I bite over and over, softly puncturing her skin, bringing the tiniest of blood droplets to the surface. Pietro groans from across the kitchen.

Licking up the wounds I just made, desperate sounds tumble from my throat at tasting her. My cock throbs painfully inside my pants. Unable to resist, I reach down and stroke it as I bite and lick her neck.

This was supposed to be just a kiss, something to tantalize and tease our mate. But I’m quickly losing control. Mentally slapping myself, I take a step back and away, chest heaving and hand still on my dick.

Valentina’s ruby eyes drop to my hand, then she glances at Pietro. “I could skip dinner, mate, if your need is too strong.”

He crosses the kitchen in a flash, gripping her cheeks to squeeze her plump lips together. His mouth brushes over hers as he growls, “My job is to take care of you, even when the two of you seem determined to distract me. Eat quickly, and then I will take care of your other needs.”

I swat his hand away and kiss her plump lips softly. Pietro returns to the dinner, plating it.

Bringing my lips to her ear, I nip at it. “He sucked me off last night, mate, and it felt so fucking good.”

Valentina’s groan stiffens my cock as seed fills my balls. I pull back, admiring the needy look on her face.

“I love it when you touch,” she admits.

Glancing at Pietro, I cast him a sexy smile. “Hear that, mate? She likes to see us touch.”

He smirks as he carries all three plates to our rectangular wood dining table by the side windows.

I pull her off the countertop into my arms, letting her body drag down my erection. We let out matching groans. For a moment, the world stills, and even Pietro disappears as I stare at my mate, so fucking thankful to be with her once more. I move a hand to her elegant wavy bangs, tucking them behind her ear.

“I have missed you greatly,” I whisper. “I never want you to leave.”

Dark lashes flutter against her cheeks as her mouth drops open. “I know,” she whispers. “It gets harder and harder to leave you every time. I…don’t want to.”

Hope sparks in my chest. Maybe this is the time, finally, when we don’t have to choose our dreams over our love.

Pietro sits at the table, an empty chair next to him. As he lays one arm over the back, I know he’s calling us to dinner.

Smiling at him in understanding, I tug our mate around the island. I guide her to the chair next to him, and his hand moves immediately to her inner thigh, caressing and squeezing.

Valentina laughs. “Mate, I will never be able to focus on eating if you do that.”

Pietro lifts a glass of wine to his lips and takes a sip. After he swallows, he gives her a sensual look that tightens my balls. “I haven’t even begun to distract you, Valentina. Eat.”

My nostrils flare as his fingers travel farther up her inner thigh until they reach the juncture where it meets her pussy. He strokes as her back arches and she bares her neck to him.

He can’t resist. No sane male could. Striking fast, he sinks his teeth into her throat, eyelid rolling over his crimson irises. Pietro roars into the bite as Valentina comes, writhing on the chair as she screams his name. She grips the chair’s sides with both hands, muscles trembling as shockwaves bash her, Pietro’s fingers moving steadily between her thighs.

Gods, that mate bite is something else. I can’t wait to have that. As I watch them come down from tonight’s first orgasm, I consider if it’s time for me to say I’m ready to be bitten.

“Eat, for the love of gods,” Pietro whispers when he releases his bite.

Valentina’s chest heaves, her sweater falling off both shoulders as blood dribbles down her skin.

I can’t help it. Lurching forward, I lick the blood off her neck. She tastes of Pietro’s venom. The smallest bit of it has me dripping precum down my thigh.

“Fuck dinner,” I growl, bringing my hand between her legs to slip a finger in next to Pietro’s.

“Yes!” she cries out, looking down to where we finger her together. But then her eyes roll into her head, and she begins to writhe against us.

“I have an idea, mate,” I offer, looking at Pietro. “You get some sustenance into our woman, and I’ll eat something else.” I glance meaningfully to where we’re fucking her, and Pietro’s smile grows wide.

“Do it, brother,” he commands.

I don’t need any further encouragement than that.

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