Page 16 of Victory for Vampires

Alé chuckles beneath me, hands squeezing my thighs. “You’ve done it now, Valentina. You’ve unleashed him. Prepare for the maelstrom.”

My lips curl into a snarl, but at the first rough snap of Pietro’s hips, I nearly come undone. The bond between us jumps and sizzles with pleasure, sending sparks of heat flaring along my skin.

Beneath me, Alé bites his wrist, opening a fresh wound. With a flick of his hand, he splatters blood over my face and chest. I whine as it drips onto my lips, his taste so perfect, so divine.

“More,” I demand. “I need more of your beautiful blood, mate.”

He rolls his hips hard and slow, driving that delicious cock inside me with measured movements. But at my back, Pietrotakes up a fast, steady thrusting motion, my body jerking each time he fills me.

The combination of the two of them has me on sensory overload. I don’t know where to focus. Reaching up behind my head, I thread my fingers through Pietro’s short hair, holding him close, his breath warm against the side of my face.

“Mate,” he growls, his voice ragged with emotion, our bond tight with need. “Mine.”

A desperate cry is my answer as I look down at Alé, his mouth dropped open, brows scrunched into a needy vee.

“Yours,” I confirm. “Always us.”

In that moment, I don’t think I can go back to a life without them.

10

ALESSANDRO

I’m barely holding on to my sanity, watching my blood drip down Valentina’s beautiful figure. At her back, Pietro ravages her, his hand around her neck squeezing her throat hard as her eyes roll into her head.

It’s hard for us both to move in this position, so I remain still, the pace of Pietro’s motion enough to drive me wild. With every thrust from him, her channel tightens impossibly around me. It’s enough to make me lose my mind, every inch of my body tense and tight and ready to explode a second time. I keep one hand on the headboard, the other teasing her clit as we stretch her.

It’s so right between us, despite that missing mate bond between her and me. I’ve never felt like a third wheel, like I don’t belong. And now? When Pietro locks eyes with me over her shoulder…I know I could never belong anywhere else.

He strikes, latching on to her neck, forcing her to milk me harder as I grab at the cushion beneath me and struggle not to spill too fast.

Blood drips in thick ruby rivulets down her breasts and between her thighs, coating us both. She reaches up, placing herdelicate hand on Pietro’s temple. As if they planned it, they both look down, focusing on me.

“I love you,” she whispers. “So much.”

And that’s when I explode, stars colliding behind my eyelids as bliss erupts, seed spilling from me to fill her.

She clenches around me, falling forward as Pietro pounds into her from behind. They follow me moments later, screaming into the quiet of our playroom.

Bliss fades, my second eyelids retracting. My body is loose, relaxed, sated.

Valentina’s lips part, her breathing stuttered as she falls forward on my stomach. Pietro leans over her and grabs my shoulder, rolling us onto our sides with her sandwiched in the middle. I stare at how beautiful they are as he buries his face in her neck, peppering her with tender kisses.

Her beautiful eyes flutter open, and she smiles at me. “I missed you so much, Alé.”

I tuck her hair up over her shoulder, giving Pietro better access. His lips trace a bloody path along her skin, sending my cock twitching between us. Watching his tongue lap at trickles of red has my lust building again already.

“Yes, give that to me again.” She glances over her shoulder. “Both of you.”

And we do. Over and over until she’s exhausted from our exceedinglythoroughattention.

Morning dawns too quickly. I’ve never been more thankful to have employees who can open Higher Grounds. Every inch of my body aches from last night’s vigorous activities.

Eventually, it’s time to extricate myself and get ready for my shift downstairs. When I pull away from Valentina, she reaches for me in her sleep, her hand chasing the spot where I lay.

I hit the bathroom for a quick shower. As the water warms, I stare in the mirror. My hair is thoroughly disheveled, my lips swollen and skin spattered with dry blood.

“It was a perfect evening, was it not?” Valentina’s throaty voice drifts into the bathroom.

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