Loved By The Vampires

by Lilly Wilder

  “So, I asked if we could get you in,” Raphael was still talking, scratching the back of his head, as Renwick was rolling his eyes and laughing his ass off. “I needed to impress you with something, since my jock record wasn’t doing it, I figured, if I could get you into this club, you’d...”

  “Surely fall for you?” Mina asked, bent over, laughing.

  “Why not?” Raphael was still grinning.

  It was all in good fun. He sounded sincere, but Mina knew there was more to this story. Her gut was telling her that much.

  “I’m in your room in the middle of the night. It worked, didn’t it?” Raphael kept talking, and the atmosphere quickly changed from confusion and suspicion, to fun and games.

  “You’re ridiculous,” Mina waved her hand.

  “But, fun, right?” Raphael added.

  The following hour was spent pleasantly. Raphael was so much different with them now, there wasn’t a trace of that smug guy. They shared stories, laughed and enjoyed themselves. After a while, Mina got up from the chair and stretched out her arms.

  “My butt is numb,” she said out loud, biting her lip. That was meant to be just a thought.

  “Why don’t you sit down over here?”

  It was Renwick’s turn to ask that question again and this time, she agreed. She kept stretching a little more, as she walked towards the bed. The guys were lounging comfortably but they moved to make some room for her, right between them. For a second, she wondered whether this was too dangerous, if she should even be considering this but the desire was too strong. It was pulling her towards them with crazy strength and all she could do was give in.

  She sat down between them and immediately felt Raphael’s hands on her neck. The slayer in her was ready to strike. Her whole body tensed and her fists clenched, but then, she realized, he wasn’t attacking her. His grip was soft and mild, like cotton on her skin. His fingers dug into her skin only superficially, trying to find any sore spots.

  “I can give you a massage,” Raphael offered, seating himself behind her, while Renwick was to her right.

  “He’s very good, I can vouch for that,” Renwick nodded.

  Mina blushed shyly and only managed to nod. Raphael gently gathered up her hair with his fingers. His touch was as soft as butterfly’s wings. It made her shiver. No one was speaking. Silence said it all. It revealed their wishes, their hidden desires, and she knew they all wanted the same. Was there any point trying to deny it any longer?

  Her hair to the side, revealing her swan-like neck, Mina enjoyed the feel of Raphael’s fingers pressing on her skin. Sweet pain mixed with even sweeter pleasure made her want to moan loudly, but she managed to suppress the sound. His fingers were skillful, they knew exactly what she wanted them to do. She wondered if they would be equally skillful if they traveled downward, to her soft, hidden velvet underground and would they know how to press the right places there. The very thought made her blush even more, so she lowered her head, in an effort to hide it.

  A moment later, she felt a soft kiss land on her neck. It came out of nowhere but she wasn’t surprised.

  She wanted it.

  She needed it.

  A soft moan escaped her lips, as goosebumps ran up and down her body. Renwick cupped her chin again and turned her face to his. His eyes penetrated hers, she felt like she could keep no secret from him and she didn’t want to. She wanted him to know her all, to accept her all, to love her all. She didn’t want to close her eyes. She kept looking at him, adoringly, as soft butterfly kisses kept falling on her neck, sending surges of electricity all over her body.

  When Renwick finally pressed his lips against hers, she finally closed her eyes. He tasted sweet, like coffee and cream, sugar and spice. She felt his tongue seek entrance and she welcomed him. His hand found hers. It was warm, it offered her the same feeling of safety.

  “How can you be so perfect?” Renwick moved away for a second, whispering into her cheek.

  Mina blushed again. It seemed that with all this running around, she had totally forgotten what it was like to be wanted, to feel loved. Raphael’s hands gathered the corners of her t-shirt and lifted it up over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. Somehow, she didn’t feel vulnerable or exposed. Her perky breasts stood tall, her nipples erect. Renwick’s hand traveled down to them slowly, finding the softness of her areola. As he kissed her, he kept caressing her nipple, teasing it, while Raphael continued to kiss her neck, her shoulders, her back. His kisses felt like soft, summer rain on her skin.

  She felt herself getting wet. She wanted them both. Was it obvious? Should she feel embarrassed? She had no idea what she should be feeling right now. There was no shame, no feeling of right or wrong. There was only this moment and the three of them.

  They gently laid her down and as Renwick continued to kiss her, exploring her lips with his tongue, biting her gently, making her moan softly, as she melted in their arms, Raphael undid the string of her sweatpants, and pulled them down. The sight of her pink panties left him speechless, wanting more, wanting all of her. He traced the hemline with his finger, watching her squirm underneath his touch. Her hand traveled to his hair, raking through it. He knew what she wanted and he was more than willing to make her wishes come true.

  Raphael pulled down her panties, leaving her naked, exposed, yearning for his touch. He went down, between her thighs, to the soft spot that emanated warmth, inviting him in but he wanted to take his time. He gently kissed the inside of her thighs. She squirmed again, feeling a ticklish sensation. All the while, Renwick’s lips were barely allowing her to breathe, his hands on her breasts, touching her every nerve.

  Raphael reached the soft petals between her legs and only kissed them at first. One, two, three kisses. She spread her legs more, giving him full access. She wanted to feel him inside, deep and hard, but he was teasing her. She would have to wait. He licked her pussy, then blew a little at it. The sensations of hot and cold changed, leaving her breathless. His fingers spread her wetness all over it, then slowly went in. She arched her back, leaving Renwick’s lips. Her eyes closed in an ecstasy, which left her wanting more, begging for more with her every breath.

  Raphael’s skilled fingers toyed with her, pushing her right to the brink, then just as she was about to come undone, he’d pull her back and start all over. She felt like her entire body would disperse in their expert hands, she’d become nothing and everything at the same time.

  She had no idea how much time had passed. It could have been a second and it could have been days. To her, it was the same. Her mind was a blank, an empty sheet of paper, as Raphael and Renwick filled it with an overpowering sense of pleasure. She never wanted it to end.

  Finally, when she thought she could take it no longer, Raphael pushed her over the edge, his fingers having teased her enough, pressing that one perfect spot which exploded from somewhere deep inside of her. She felt like she was falling deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole, her eyes closed, her mind seeing nothing but shiny stars.

  Her inner thighs twitched but Raphael’s hand gently pressed down on them, as Renwick kissed her sweaty forehead. Her lips were dry, she felt like she didn’t have a drop to drink that day. When the release finally washed over her, the two guys switched positions and she could hear the sounds of two zippers being pulled down. She opened her eyes, and bit down on her lower lip.

  She turned to the side, and saw Raphael pulling down his boxer shorts. His hard cock sprung before her, as an offering. The moment she reached to taste it, Renwick spread her legs and she could feel the tip pressing against her pussy lips. She was so wet, she wanted him to slide right in. Her body revealed her desires, as Renwick effortlessly flowed into her, thrusting hard and deep. His pushing expelled all the air out of her lungs, releasing a loud moan. He buried his head in her shoulder, biting on it gently. She leaned to the side, her hand grabbing at Raphael’s cock dangling before her face. She cupped it with her fingers, feelin
g it pulsate in her hands. Her lips kissed it softly, following the rhythm Renwick was setting, as he pumped into her.

  Her mouth opened up, her tongue playing with Raphael’s pride and joy. She took it all in, as much as she could, kissing, sucking, biting at it gently. None of them was hesitating, even for a second. There was no time for that right now. The walls of her pussy were squeezing Renwick in, begging for release. Deep inside of her, Renwick came, his body twitching from his powerful, long-awaited orgasm. A second later, Raphael filled her mouth with his hot sticky cum, watching her reaction.

  Then, as if on command, she came again, even harder than before, filled to the brim with their juices, screaming her orgasm loudly, their hands all over her, keeping her safe. She looked up at Renwick, then Raphael, with hooded eyes. She felt a sudden rush of exhaustion, as if all the strength was sucked out of her body, but at the same time, she was filled with a sense of satisfaction. They smiled at her. Renwick kissed her forehead and Raphael landed a sweet kiss on her left temple.

  Renwick rolled over, their three bodies now lying next to each other on the small bed. They pulled her close, their hands around her chest, around her hips, on her cheeks, her head in their arms, their legs intertwined.

  Mina closed her eyes. Yes, they were made for one another…

  Chapter 17

  When Mina woke up the following morning, she saw that she was alone in the bed. She lifted her head, but the guys were nowhere to be seen. She frowned a little, thinking they could have at least said goodbye or something, instead of disappearing in the night. That wasn’t very nice.

  Then again, it was probably just a fling for them. For her, it was the promise of something more, but if that’s how they wanted it, then of course, she would agree. Besides, it was probably for the better. She didn’t need any distractions. Her brother was alive and she needed to find him. Dante would be returning any day now. She’d finally meet him, face to face.

  She was busy trying to convince herself that this really was for the better, when she noticed a message on her desk. She quickly got up, hope burning in the back of her mind, where she herself was barely aware of it. She grabbed it. It only contained a few words, but enough to put a huge smile on her face.

  Had a great time. Let’s make it happen again. xoxo, R&R

  She put it back on the desk and went to take a shower. She was humming some tune happily, excited about what had happened. Flashes of last night kept popping up in the cinema of her mind, and she even blushed a few times. She never considered herself good in bed, but with the two of them, she felt like everything she did was right. There were no mistakes. She was led by her heart, just like her mother taught her. There was no room for brain work last night.

  All of a sudden, a loud knock was heard on the door. It was so loud that Mina thought that someone was about to break the door down. She snorted, thinking whoever that was, couldn’t have picked a worse moment.

  “Just a second!” she shouted, turning off the water, grabbing a towel and rushing towards the door.

  When she opened it, she saw there was no one there. Her annoyance just went from a mild ten to a fuming ninety. She looked left, then right, but apart from a few students who gave her a cheerful wave or a weird look, there was no one else there. At least, no one who might have knocked on her door a second ago, so impatiently. Then, she looked down. There was a small, red, velvet box lying at her feet.

  At first, she was apprehensive about picking it up. She had no idea what was inside or who might have left it.

  Why would someone just leave it like that? Why wouldn’t they give it to her personally? It took her less than a minute to open the door. Were they that impatient or was it something else?

  She swallowed heavily as she weighed in her mind what she should do. A part of her felt silly. After all, it was just a box. At least, it looked like just a box but, then again, who knew what was inside. It could have been anything. Maybe Dante sent her something?

  Without thinking twice, she grabbed the box and rushed back in, almost slamming the door behind her. Her heart was racing, as the box nestled neatly in her hands. Mina sat down on the bed and inspected the outside of the box. It didn’t say anything. There was no name, no address, nothing. Maybe it wasn’t even for her.

  Then, she remembered the last time someone dropped something in front of her door. It was the same as now, no name, no nothing but, when she opened it, she knew the message was for her. Maybe it was the same person sending her another message. She eagerly opened the box.

  “Aaah!” she shrieked upon seeing what was inside.

  The box dropped to the ground and the dead body of a small, blue bird rolled out. Mina noticed a small red ribbon tied to the bird’s feet, making a miniature bow. She got closer, slowly, as if she was afraid that the bird might resurrect somehow and blame Mina for her death. Mina took a small napkin and picked it up. The bird’s head flung downward loosely, as if its neck was broken.

  “You poor thing…” Words of compassion escaped Mina’s lips. “Who did this to you?”

  She wondered what this could mean. A dead bird. A red thread around its foot. Was someone warning her? Threatening her? It looked like witch magic. Maybe Reeba would know.

  She rushed over to Reeba’s room, and knocked on her door. A second later, Reeba opened it and, without a word, Mina shoved the box in her hands, walking into the room. Reeba accepted it, then pushed the door closed with her foot.

  “For me?” she grinned. “Aw, shucks. You shouldn’t have.”

  “Look inside,” Mina said gravely and Reeba realized it was no time to crack jokes.

  Reeba did as she was told. She opened the box but she didn’t shriek upon seeing the dead bird inside. She remained serious, inspecting the body without touching it. Mina allowed her a few seconds, before she spoke.

  “What does it mean?” Mina asked her.

  “Where did you find it?”

  “Someone left it in front of my door,” Mina explained.

  “I see…” Reeba nodded, turning the box to inspect the bird, but she was obviously unwilling to touch it with her bare hands. “Someone wants to scare you.”

  “Well, that part I got,” Mina frowned. “But, do you have any idea who it could be?”

  She was aware that she sounded a little ruder than she wanted to be but she was partly freaked out by this and partly pissed off. More of the latter, though. She wanted to find out who sent her this unseemly gift, so she could thank them personally.

  “No idea,” Reeba shrugged her shoulders.

  She looked like it was no big deal, but there was something about the way she eyed that bird, that told Mina it was more than just bizarre curiosity.

  “Are you sure?” Mina asked.

  “Well, I know what it means, but I don’t know who could have sent it to you,” Reeba murmured. “It could be anyone, really. We have a witch’s spell book in the library. Anyone could have gotten a hold of it and read about this there.”

  “What does it mean?” Mina jumped at her.

  “A dead bird is a threat. You figured that much out on your own, too. You know, like the mobsters used to do, when they wanted to frighten someone, they’d put a horse’s head in their bed or something.”

  “I think you saw too many movies,” Mina laughed. “Isn’t that too much effort?”

  “Not when you want to scare someone to death,” Reeba shook her head, even though she was laughing, too. “Anyway, whoever sent this means you harm. That much is sure.”

  “But, what about the piece of thread?” Mina wondered.

  “Oh, that…” Reeba took another look, then faced Mina again, “I think someone was trying to cast a spell.”

  “A spell?” Mina pondered out loud.

  “It’s a weak spell, but here… you see this white stuff on the bird’s head?”

  Reeba outstretched her hand towards Mina, showing her the box. Neither of the girls wanted to touch
it. That seemed almost sacrilegious.

  “I thought it was just a part of the bird’s feathers,” Mina replied.

  “To an untrained eye, yes, but, actually, it’s bone dust. Do you smell that faint fragrance?”

  “No, not really,” Mina shook her head.

  “Then, trust me. I recognize the smell.”

  “Okay and what does that mean?”

  “The bone dust and the thread, together with the fact that the bird is dead is supposed to make you… repellent.”

  “Repellent?” Mina didn’t understand.

  “It’s the opposite of a love spell,” Reeba tried to clarify. “You know, like when someone makes a potion to make someone else fall in love with them. Well, this is the opposite. This bird is supposed to make someone fall out of love with you. Or hate you even. I’m not sure how much bone dust was used…”