Page 24 of Victory for Vampires

I’ll crush this presentation tomorrow. I have to. Because I can never, ever allow my males to give up a single one of their dreams. Not for me. Not for anything.

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ALESSANDRO

She bound me. Sheboundme. Something I’ve wanted since we were teens all those centuries ago. Something I’ve wanted with a depthless aching need that none of our visits ever alleviated.

The last six months of misery dissipate, gone on the wind as her and Pietro’s love fills me. I marvel at being able to feel their emotions in my chest. Pietro’s thinking dark things about fucking us. She’s overwhelmed and thrilled at feeling me.

And me? I’m home. It doesn’t matter where we go; as long as they’re with me, I’ll be happy.

Valentina looks at me, adoration obvious in the softness at the corners of her beautiful ruby eyes. “I’m going to change into something sexier. Then let’s grab a drink and go to the club, assuming you still want to go?”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to say no, let’s stay home and fuck. But we can go fuck in front of others, flaunting our bond. And I love to show her off.

“Wear something see-through,” I encourage, slapping her ass.

“Done,” she croons, reaching down to give Pietro’s hard-on a squeeze before she sashays out of the room.

When she goes, he bends forward and nuzzles the tip of my nose with his. “I love feeling you in here.” He brings my hand inside his low-cut shirt to his heart before his lips brush mine. “I can’t wait to feel you in here while we fuck her.”

Heat flares through me. I love this new dynamic between us, feeling his emotions threaded through mine.

“I want it.” I brush my lips to his. “I’ve wanted it for a long time, Pietro.”

He opens his mouth to say something, but Valentina emerges from her room in a sheer lace top and black leather miniskirt. Every dip and swell of her body are visible to us, from peaked red nipples to that firm stomach I love to bite.

“What do you think?” She holds her arms out and spins.

My breath halts in my chest. “Stunning,” I manage. But “stunning” isn’t an adequate enough word to describe how hauntingly beautiful she is. And it was always like that for me, despite that missing bond.

She puts a hand on her hip, sticking it out. “Well, you two look appropriately gobsmacked, and I feel like a goddess, so shall we go?”

“Yeah,” I manage like an idiot, wiping my hand over my mouth. “Or what if?—”

“We’re going,” Pietro demands, grabbing my shoulders and shoving me toward the door. If we decide we’d rather be home, we’ll come back.

Ten minutes later, I’m glad he kicked my ass out the door. We stand in front of a building designed to look like a human cathedral, although nothing holy is happening inside. The entire place smells like blood and fucking. An arched gothic door is painted the same black as nearly everything in this haven.

A tiny door opens at eye level, and a red iris appears. The vampire looks at Pietro and me before growling, “Password?”

Valentina pushes between us and laughs. “Password? Come on, Yaitzen, let us in.”

The tiny door slams shut, and Valentina grabs my hand. Moments later, locks click and retract, and a big vampire male opens the door for us. The moment he lets us through, he shuts it and locks it once more.

We say nothing as he gives us wristbands, but I don’t miss the hungry look in his eyes when Valentina offers her wrist. I suppose it’s possible he’s tasted her at some point or another. She probably frequents this place. But I don’t give a fuck because tonight she’s here with us.

We silently follow her down a long dark hallway and into the cavernous main room. Dancers hang in cages from the ceiling, dripping bags of blood onto the throng below. Stained glass windows line the entire space all the way to an altar at the front where a giant centaur fucks a vampire female strapped to a mounting table.

My balls tighten and fill at the orgy on the floor below us. Different scenes are laid out, each one surrounded by a throng of onlookers either waiting their turn or just there to watch. If this is like other clubs, there’ll be a number of rooms in the back dedicated to specific scenes like forest chases and the like.

“Where do you want to start?” Pietro rubs the backs of his knuckles along Valentina’s jawline.

“I want the mounting stand,” she says, fangs flashing.

I laugh and run a hand through my hair. “Go big or go home?”

“Exactly,” she purrs, starting down the stairs.

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