Page 13 of Victory for Vampires

Dropping out of my chair and tucking beneath the table, I pull Valentina’s chair closer and shove her thighs wide. Grippingher ass, I pull her to the edge of the chair as Pietro removes his fingers from her pussy.

She wears no underwear, and her shaved pussy glistens with arousal. Her thighs tremble when I grip her ass and lean in to scent her. Above me, Pietro murmurs to her, feeding her, talking to her. I stare for a while. I love staring at her. Knowing she’s ours, that the fates made her for us.

My mouth and tongue were made to please her. Smiling, I dip forward and lick softly up her pussy, swirling my tongue around her clit. She jolts and jumps, banging her knee against the underside of the table with a groan. Pietro talks softly to her, encouraging her to eat as I grin and lap at her again.

It’s not long before my ministrations grow rough and ragged. I love eating her out, tasting her as her arousal grows, knowing she’ll explode with nothing more than my tongue on her clit. When I close my mouth around her sensitive skin and suck, she shoves backward and stares at me from above.

Her thighs tremble as I run my tongue roughly from side to side, then suck at her clit again. She mewls and pants as Pietro brings his lips to her ear and speaks. He tells her how beautiful she is, how much we love her, how much we’ve missed her, and then she’s coming, flooding my mouth with her ecstasy. She pants and clings to Pietro as I eat her through one orgasm. I don’t stop when she comes down, heading for the next when Pietro dips down and gives me a look.

“She can’t focus on the food. Let’s pause for a minute, mate.”

Chuckling, I rise from beneath the table, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

Valentina stares at me with hooded eyes narrowed with lust. She is on the verge of tossing the table over and tackling me.

But Pietro is right. As hard as it is for me to behave, we need to take care of her.

“Eat, darling,” I encourage, eyes flicking to the pasta in front of her. “When you’ve done that, you can eat me.”

Her nostrils flare, a rough growl ripping from her throat.

“Alé…” Pietro cautions. “Enough.”

I throw my hands in the air. “Fine, I’ll behave.”

For a few minutes, at least. Forcing myself to focus on the pasta Pietro made from scratch, I shove noodles in my mouth as he asks her about work.

That topic excites her, and for the next quarter hour she tells us about her current project building a second haven near Azuro. She has distinct thoughts based on her conversation with Abemet earlier. Pietro offers to take her around town tomorrow and give her his perspective. Irritation sparks in my gut at that. I’m working tomorrow, and I just know they’ll take time to fuck in the woods somewhere.

I want that. Perhaps I can get Carolya to come in and cover for me so I can join them. It was always like this with us—the three of us drawn together like magnets, pulled constantly into orbit together. I have been in love with Valentina since we came of age and her bond with Pietro appeared. It matters not to me that the traditional vampiric bond didn’t pick me.Theyhave always picked me.

Valentina sits gracefully in a chair, her legs in Pietro’s lap. He strokes one as she drags her nails lazily up my thigh. She hasn’t finished dinner, and she’s distracted.

Spearing a bite of chicken and pasta, I hold it to her lips. “Open, woman.”

Her cheeks flush, ruby eyes sparkling as she opens wide, pink tongue poking out. She takes the bite and chews, wiping at the corners of her mouth. Pietro licks his lips as he watches her eat the food he made for us.

She obeys dutifully, licking the pasta before taking it into her mouth. She teases us as sensually as we tease her. By the timeshe’s full, I have joined Pietro in the lost fight to lust. When Pietro brings her an espresso, it’s all I can do not to sweep the entire table’s worth of dishes onto the floor and lay her on it as our dessert. He is determined to edge us to the brink of insanity.

She sips at the hot drink, giggling at how different it tastes. Pietro explains some thing or another about the water here in Ever, but I tune it out. The tension between us is obvious, her smell burgeoning and blossoming the more she sips. Does she realize she’s squirming in her seat, or that her heart rate continues to rise despite several orgasms?

When I can take it no longer, I shove my chair back. “Let’s go to bed,” I growl, holding a hand out for her.

Pietro cuts me a sharp look, but the hunger in his eyes is obvious.

Valentina turns to me with a chuckle. “Are you feeling quite needy, Alé? Didn’t get enough dinner?” Her voice goes throaty and deep, her fangs descending to poke her lower lip.

I give her a wicked grin. “I need to drink you down, to spill deep inside you, to watch our mate do the same.” I wrap my long fingers around her throat.

Dark eyes flash as I pull her from the chair and position her in my lap, her back against my chest. I grind my hard-on against her ass. “Feel that, Valentina?” I squeeze her throat a bit tighter. “And look at Pietro. See how much he wants you?”

In front of us, Pietro shifts backward in his seat, stepping his feet slightly outward. The move accentuates the hard shaft pressed to one thigh, barely hidden by his pants. He grins lazily, his initial focus on dinner finally assuaged. One hand grips his cock, rubbing down it as he stares heatedly at our mate.

Valentina’s chest rises and falls fast underneath my forearm. Sliding my free hand up her taut stomach, I caress the underneath of one breast. She groans and drags my hand to hernipple. I pinch and roll it between my fingers as her head falls against my shoulder.

“Ask me to bite you,” I purr into her ear, rubbing my dick up the crack of her ass.

She quivers beneath my touch. “Too many clothes,” she mutters. “You’re both wearing too many clothes.”

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