Page 46 of Three Bites

“Nice and slow, that’s it,” Theo murmured behind me. “You are gripping me so sweetly. It’s just like a hug. I love hugs.”

I tried to hide my burning face in the sheets but Tristan took objection to it.

“Don’t try to hide from us, kitten,” he warned, his fist clenched in my hair. “We will always find you.”

“Then tell, ah, t-tell Theo not to say such embarrassing things!” I protested.

“Oh boy, now you have done it,” Matthias sighed.

Before I could ask what he meant I had my answer as Theo took my words as a challenge and started talking. Or rather spewing nonsense.

“My beautiful love muffin, pumpkin, sugarplum, honeycakes, buttercup, you can’t deny that a thread of fate binds us. We are soulmates, my love for you is so potent even Aphrodite is jealous. As she should be, because the legendary golden apple for the most beautiful woman would surely belong to you.”

He pressed those words into my skin between soft kisses bestowed upon my back. They were absolutely ridiculous! Over the top! Insane!

To my great shame, I still came when he murmured them to me.

And he was. Still. Talking.

“Will you let me fill you with my seed, my goddess?”

“Yes... yes, yes! Do it!” I groaned, my words slurring as the waves of my orgasm turned into pulsing between my legs, as if my pussy wouldn’t be satisfied without milking the cock which gave me so much pleasure.

Finally, Theo’s rhythm faltered from his studious pace and he pounded into me with a series of increasingly high-pitchedgasps. It was his turn to lose it. I wanted to put that nail in the coffin and seeing as words worked on me...

“Fill me up, until I’m brimming with it,” I said. “Show me how much you l-love me.”

Theo bit a curse and spilled into me, hopeless to stop the orgasm that made him grind into me in small, aborted thrusts. He never pulled too far away, as if he didn’t want even a drop of his seed to escape.

Satisfied, I closed my eyes and imagined I could feel the warmth of his cum inside of me.

Still panting, the blond vampire pulled out of me. I made a short sound of dissent before I remembered what me being empty foreshadowed.

My eyes snapped open to meet Tristan’s red gaze. The leader, the Sire, the man who freed me, had better control over his vampiric side than the other two, so I knew with certainty that the fiery eyes, prominent sharp fangs, and sharp claws made an appearance on purpose. There was an aura of danger about him, a subconscious warning an animal would feel when meeting a predator. My hair stood on end as his lips curled into a wicked smile.

“Theodore has treated you like a gentleman should, all sweet words and gentle touches...” Tristan wound the hand in my hair tighter and pulled me up by it. “...but we both know sometimes gentleness and praise is the opposite of what you want. Isn’t that right, Victoria?”

The oldest vampire moved, stepping behind me and pulling me with him until I teetered precariously on my knees, as he pulled me back until my spine was bent and I was looking up at him with my head pulled as far back as possible. The muscles of my abdomen quivered trying to keep me from falling over, the forced position immediately flooding my body with adrenaline.

“You are the plan guy here,” I breathed out, swallowing with difficulty. “Show me what else besides gentleness is there to experience. Give it to me.”

His hand shoved me forward as he let go of my hair. I caught myself against the edge of the bed with my hands.

“Follow,” Tristan ordered, stepping towards the door. When I made to stand up he made a chastising sound with his tongue that made shame and something else burn hotly in my body. “Crawl.”

My hands trembled as I made that first move towards conscious debasement and placed my palms, then my forearms on the floor, hesitating for only a second before I started to crawl towards the suited back.

“Holy shit, what a sight,” Matthias commented from the side. I faltered for a moment before I gritted my teeth and focused all of my attention on keeping pace with Tristan’s leisurely walk.

He led me to a place just a few rooms down from mine, to what was known as the reading room. It was a small library (as opposed to the massive one on the third level of the mansion) and the room was designed for the perfect reading experience. There were reading nooks by the windows and in the alcoves, an electric fireplace shedding merry light, an assortment of pillows and different sitting arrangements...

And in the middle of the room was The Chair.

It was one of those antique monstrosities, all handmade, beautifully patterned, sturdy but soft. Tristan had to have caught me looking at it too intensely, as I let my imagination run wild, because he took a seat in it like a king and pointed between his legs.

“Show me what those whorish lips of yours can do, Victoria.”

Maybe if it was another day I would protest that I wasn’t a whore, but today I was still tingling from my last orgasm and the thought of doing anything to jeopardize a chance of having thatbeautiful long cock between my lips was painful. Why protest when he was offering me exactly what I wanted and the debasing word sparked a fire inside of me?

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