Page 26 of Victory for Vampires

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he murmurs, “and it’s going to feel so good, but if it’s ever too much, say ‘red.’ Nod if you understand.”

Valentina smirks and nods, turning her head to the left so her lips nearly brush his. He stiffens, but she waits, not forcing any further touch from him. He seems to marvel at her clear offer of a kiss, and after a moment where his eyes move hungrily over her face, he closes them and presses his mouth to hers.

The crowd screams with need, but he ignores everything as he kisses my mate, their tongues tangling together, the kiss desperately sensual. He plunders her mouth with a warrior’s efficiency, taking and taking as Valentina’s scent blooms from his attention.

When they part, he looks thoughtful.

Everyone loves Valentina. It’s easy to see. She enraptureseverybody.

But she’s all mine.

16

PIETRO

Alé’s big hand strokes to the tip of my cock and squeezes, sending heat spearing through my core and down my spine.

The centaur glances over at us for the first time and jerks his head. “Step back a bit.”

We shuffle backward, although Alé never stops tugging my dick. Instead, he encourages me to rest my weight against him as he holds me up and jacks me off. It feels too good, and I groan. But then the centaur bunches his weight to his hindquarters. He lurches forward and rises high above the mounting block, his cock bobbing close to Valentina’s pussy.

He rests his forefeet on two wooden blocks to keep his weight off her as an attendant joins us on the altar. Fascinated, I stare at the way he positions himself as I unzip my pants and place my hand over Alé’s while he jacks me with slow, hard strokes.

The centaur closes his eyes, head falling back as the attendant grabs his bobbing cock and guides it between Valentina’s thighs. She gasps as he nudges into her, back arching as she reaches above her head to clutch two handles sewn into the leather bench. His mouth drops open as he arches his back,his cock filling her so full, the tip is visible through the taut skin over her belly.

“That’s so fucking hot,” Alé grinds out, his grip on my cock growing hard to the point of pain. “Look how big his dick is, filling our pretty little woman. Think she loves it?”

I can’t find an answer as precum spurts from me in hot jerks.

The centaur teases in and out of our mate until he’s seated fully inside her, his dick visibly twitching and flexing inside her body. He lets out a soft, worshipful noise, running both hands through his long hair before pulling out of her. From his position, he can’t see her buried under the horse half of his figure, so I wonder what he’s thinking about as he fucks her?

Then Alé reaches down and slides two fingers behind my sack, playing with the sensitive skin there as he brings his free hand to my shaft.

“I want to suck you off,” he growls into my ear. “But I don’t want to miss a second of this.”

“I want to bite her and you,” I admit, “but I can’t reach her.” I remove his hands from my pants and grab his jeans, hauling him in front of me. Yanking his shirt off his shoulders, I revel at popping buttons and tearing fabric before sinking my fangs into the spot where his neck and shoulder meet.

When I pierce a vein and suck, he groans, grinding his ass against my throbbing, aching cock. In front of us, the centaur rhythmically fucks Valentina, whose body jerks and writhes on the bench as he builds her pleasure.

Alé grunts, letting his head fall to one side as blood dribbles down the front and back of his neck. I release the bite and lap at it before biting another place and another and another. It’s so damn hot, watching that big dick saw in and out of her, pressing against her from the inside out. Knowing he’s hitting her G-spot with every thrust has me ready to explode.

My mate groans, his tone needy and low as I find another spot under his ear and sink my fangs in again. He reaches down and pulls his cock out, jerking it with both hands while I suck his blood.

The bond with Valentina is tense with pleasure. She’s so close to coming, focused on that enormous dick and sending love to us all at the same time.

My body tenses as Alé’s breathing goes shuttered and halting. He’s about to explode. I infuse my venom into the bite, and he jerks, crying out as his muscles flex and pop. As he comes on a keening cry, Valentina looks over at us, eyes rolled into the back of her head, although she tries to focus. She snarls watching Alé, and then a giant swell of lustful bliss fills our bond, crashing through her in a wave of pleasure so intense, it sparks my orgasm, and I spurt hot seed all over Alé’s back, roaring into the bite.

Sound muffles, and my vision blurs, white eyelids flashing over my eyes as everything narrows down to my mates and the sheer pleasure coursing through us. More seed shoots down my shaft, coating Alé’s skin as orgasm tears through me like a train.

Moments turn to a minute, maybe longer before ecstasy fades, and I’m left trembling, breathing hard into my mate’s neck. The centaur still thrusts slowly in and out of Valentina, seed dripping from her like a leaky faucet. The ground beneath the bench is covered in cum. She made him come too—hard, from the looks of it.

He pulls out of her but shimmies enough to bring his cock to rest on top of her clit. A few more hard thrusts drag his enormous length along her most sensitive spots. He groans and closes his eyes as I wrap a hand around Alé’s torso, gripping his throat. His heart races, delicious blood coursing through his veins from the orgasm and watching our mate be taken so deeply.

An attendant appears on the other side of the centaur, clearing his throat and speaking low. “We have more guests, sir. Can we wrap this up?”

The centaur’s lips curl back into a snarl, but eventually, he sighs and crawls carefully off the mounting block.

Alé and I stand fascinated, watching the process. I don’t need attendants to help my woman off the mounting table, but I sense in our bond that she isn’t done.

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