Page 6 of Victory for Vampires

“I’m going to come,” I manage as I yank the toy up and down my length.

Pietro’s rough fingers come to my sack and squeeze, forcing a guttural cry from deep in my chest. I smash the button to put the toy on its fastest suction mode. Within moments, cum shoots down my shaft, and I empty a full load into the tube, grunting and gasping in pleasure.

Pietro rubs my sack, milking it as I fill the toy, cum streaming down my cock and making his grip sloppy. When he dives down and sucks my sack into his mouth, thoroughly cleaning me, I groan, my grip on his hair tightening.

“You must miss her terribly,” I tease, moaning at the feel of his soft, talented tongue sucking my balls clean.

He drops them with a soft pop of his lips. Scarlet eyes come to mine and flash with need. Understanding his look, I step my knees out wide, baring myself for his bloodlust.

Pietro strikes like a viper, sinking his fangs into my inner thigh right by the base of my cock. He deposits venom as he bites, and that bite supercharges my lust, my cock slapping against his face as a second orgasm barrels through me. He sucks and sucks, groaning at my thick blood on his tongue. I cry and pant as pleasure swarms over me, everything driving to the twin prick points of his fangs.

When he’s sated enough to release the bite, he pulls back, admiring the slightly bleeding wounds on my darker skin.

“You taste delicious, Alé.” His tone is heady with lust and need. When Valentina gets here tomorrow, he’ll be in rare form. I can already tell. Having her between us turns Pietro into an animal.

I love it.

And I can’t wait.

4

VALENTINA

Interhaven portal travel is always so disconcerting, even though I do it regularly for work. I should be used to walking through the chilly green tunnels that connect our havens into a complicated network. But, goddess, I forgot just how far it was to Ever. Six different connections, six different portals. Someone should really do something about that. The design was originally created that way to beef up security, but there are far better ways.

My designer’s mind gets to work on the concept of a central hub, much like the humans’ Grand Central Station in New York City. It would be far more convenient for travel than what we have now.

As I step into the final green portal tube, I think about Alessandro and Pietro. We’re having dinner tonight, and I can’t wait. I toss my long blonde hair over my shoulder as nerves begin to bundle in my stomach. Eesh, I am ready for a drink.

As I step out of the portal into a cavernous building full of windows, I smile. The Ever portal station reminds me of a human train station. I went to one once just to see it.

Being in the same haven as my mates means I can feel Pietro in our mate bond. I can’t wait to see them so I can touch Alé too.I push my excitement at arriving through our bond. Pietro can’t wait to see me, but he’s…anxious.

That makes two of us.

Not for the first time, I lament not being able to feel Alé that way. One day I will. One day, when the stars align to put us together more consistently, I’ll sink my fangs into him, spilling my venom into his body to create a blood bond just as powerful as the one Pietro and I share.

Gripping my single bag tightly, I cross to the building’s exit. Monsters of all species come and go in a rush; this is a busy haven. One of the most successful, according to Hearth HQ reporting. I’d like to learn more about why that is so I can recreate the magic. I have meetings with the former Keeper and Catherine to ask questions, but I can’t wait to explore for a week or two to see why Ever is so beloved among the havens in our system.

When I exit, I notice the air here is a touch brisker than my home haven of Azuro, but decidedly warmer than Hearth HQ’s weather. It’s smack dab between pleasant and lovely. I pull a small notebook from the pocket of my fitted slacks and jot something down.

“Sixty-eight degrees,” a smooth voice offers. “Perfetto, don’t you think?”

Everything inside me seems to tighten and unfurl at the same time, lazy pleasure filling my core.That voice.I could pick him blindfolded out of a room of a thousand vampire males. Damn, we’ve done just that in orgies in vamp clubs in quite a few havens.

Grinning, I look up. Alé sits in front of me on a moped. Black hair is smoothed back from a hawkish, elegant face. Crimson eyes cast a quick, appreciative glance down my figure before he draws them back up with a genuine expression. He wears a seemingly permanent smile. Is that what his emotions are likeon the inside? I imagine him to be full of joy twenty-four hours a day. I want to know. I want the bond that will tell me how he’s feeling.

“It’s lovely, Alé,” I agree, walking toward him as I shove my notebook back into my pocket. Without really meaning to, I drag my wavy hair away from my neck, baring it for him to see. Actually, I did mean to do that. He loves staring at my neck. Nuzzling my neck. Biting my neck.

And I adore it when he does all of those things.

His smile grows impish.

When I stop in front of him, he slips gracefully off the moped and reaches for my bag, pulling me with his free arm into a tight hug. At the barest hint of his mouth near my skin, I light up, body tightening. I arch and sink into him, head falling to one side.

An invitation. Gods, I never could resist him. Of the two of them, Alé teases the most. I’m a sucker for my men—I give in immediately. And Pietro? Pietro gets bossy and demanding.

Alé’s hand flattens against my back as he angles his face to the side, burying his nose beneath my hair. “Just like I remember, Valentina,” he murmurs. “Let’s skip dinner and get right to dessert. What do you say?”

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