by Martha Woods
I whimpered as his head brushed against my lips, nudging in ever so slightly alongside Vincent before he pulled back, almost driving me mad with lust from that very small taste of what was to come. “D-Damon… please…”
“Are you sure you want this?” He asked, and the concern in his voice almost made my heart melt completely, the look on Vincent’s face was clear in its comfort as well, his fingers squeezing around my thighs to get across the seriousness of the matter. They didn’t want to hurt me, even if it was in pursuit of fulfilling one of my fantasies, and I loved that so much about the both of them.
But I didn’t want them to hold back now, I wanted them to absolutely ruin me.
“Damon,” I grunted, wrapping my hand around his forearm and squeezing so hard that my nails broke the surface of his skin, “I want you to fuck me like you’ve never fucked me before, do you understand that? I want you. Now.”
His grin was audible as he pressed a kiss into my hair and took himself in hand, pressing my back softly until my chest was laying against Vincent’s. “All right, just remember to tell us if it’s too much.”
“I know Damon, I-ohhhh my god!”
The feeling was like nothing I’d felt before, my walls stretching around him as he pushed himself in, the lube making things smoother and easier but still feeling like so much, neither of them were particularly small in the first place so for them both to be in the same place at the same time… I have to admit that a good part of my mind is absolutely blank on describing the feeling, other than one simple word: Full.
“Shhh,” He sighed, smoothing his hand along my back and patting my cheeks, trying every way possible to make me feel more comfortable with what was happening, my body starting to relax once the initial shock of the two of them inside of me passed. In no time at all they were both lined up alongside each other, and from the sounds of it I wasn’t the only one having a hard time controlling myself from the tightness. Vincent was biting his lip so hard that his fang had pierced the skin, Damon’s fingers were so tight around my hip that I just knew I was going to have bruises, and I had barely enough power left in my brain to moan, let alone speak coherent sentences.
“Puh-please…” I moaned, “D-Damon… Vincent… F-fuck me!”
“Y-yeah,” Damon groaned, exchanging a silent look with Vincent, who answered with a nod. “Here goes…”
If I thought that the initial stretch was something incredible, I absolutely hadn’t been prepared for what it would feel like when the two of them began thrusting, Damon pulling back first before filling the void that he’d left, Vincent pulling out as Damon began pushing himself back inside. There wasn’t a moment where I didn’t have at least one of them deep inside of me, always filled, always moving, trapped between two of the men that I loved most in the world having one of my deepest fantasies coming to life around me. Tonight had been one hell of a night, and from the way my eyes were rolling and my mouth was hanging open it was definitely coming to an end, the two of them shuddering and shaking around me and joining me right on the edge.
“Jesus, I didn’t think it would feel this good,” Damon said, “did you?”
“No,” Vincent answered, “I thought… I don’t know what I thought, but it wasn’t this!”
“What about you Amy? Are you ok?” Damon leaned down, kissing my shoulder and biting down on my ear. “Amy?”
“Cuh-cumming!” I shouted, the fang grazing my ear exactly what I needed to topple over into the abyss, my walls clamping down around them and trying their damnedest to milk every drop that they could from the two of them, and the sudden shouts of pleasure and the arching of their backs definitely signaled that’s exactly what was happening.
“Oh my god!” Damon gasped, thrusting deeply and falling against my back, Vincent having done the exact same and filling me completely, leaving me wedged securely between the two of them with no way to escape, both of them buried so deeply within me and their seed unleashing so fully, such an absurd amount that I was overflowing around them and staining the sheets below us.
Somewhere in the heat of all of this I must have passed out, because the next thing I realized I was on my back and a damp cloth was between my legs, Vincent’s voice in my ear telling me how well I had done and how proud of me he was, my eyelids fluttering open and revealing a very flushed pair of boyfriends staring down at me.
“H-hey,” I gasped, “how… was it?”
“It… was incredible Amy, I’ve never felt like that before,” Damon said, still breathing heavily, “I probably should have taken it slower, but it was just so good I… I couldn’t really stop myself.”
“Don’t apologize for that,” I said, “it was everything that I ever wanted. What about you Vincent? How did we feel?”
“Very… very good,” He replied, clearing his throat and smoothing down his hair, “But maybe next time we should be better prepared. I’m almost embarrassed by how quickly I unravelled, I’m not usually that quick.”
“I think I can find it in my heart to forgive you, considering that I was the first one to go.” I let my head fall back into the covers, my eyes already closing by the time I spoke next. “I think that I’m going to pass out now.”
“You do that Amy, we’ll just… clean ourselves up and join you. We’ve got a full day tomorrow, we should get as much sleep as we can.”
That we definitely did, I wanted to follow up with Christine about some of the things that were going on with these shifters, maybe ask the witches if they had seen anything strange recently as well. But for now, with the ache between my legs finally satisfied and the profound tiredness washing over me, I was content to leave it be for the night.
There weren’t many better ways to leave off a night in my opinion.
Chapter 3
Being that I wasn’t a vampire, I got up around midday and prepared myself to go and speak to the werewolves and see if there was anything that I wasn’t being told about everything. I know that Christine has been as honest as one would hope, but there are always sensitive secrets that you just don’t or can’t talk about, I think we all got a pretty good idea of such since we’d been exposed so suddenly to the existence of Damon’s sister. Since I already knew that these two groups shared a past… well it was hardly a stretch that some things hadn’t been said was it?
One of the wolves had been gracious enough to drive my car back to me the previous night, something which really shouldn’t have been required and my stomach would have been glad for not requiring, but that didn’t change the fact that now I had to make sure that whoever had been responsible got some sort of gift. Maybe I would solve this whole problem with the shifters for them, that could be a decent gift.
Driving up to the warehouses was always different in the daytime, it seemed so much more… desolate for some reason, at least at night no one was supposed to be hanging around, the sun being out just made it clear how absolutely no one was around for miles, and if they were they were in such a deep sleep that nothing would ever be able to disturb them. It was a good place to be if you valued secrets, but something about the place got under my skin in a way that I didn’t much like. At least the company was good.
“Amy!” Christine shouted, stepping out from the front door as I pulled up. I’d rung ahead and told her that I was coming, though I had no doubt that she would have been able to sense me before I got anywhere near, or at least one of her people would have gotten some hint. The fact that I’d gotten kidnapped yesterday right under their noses wasn’t any sign that they weren’t competent, it was a sign that the spies really weren’t anyone to mess with.
“Hello Christine,” I said, allowing myself to be wrapped up in an iron armed hug. I was still sore from the previous night, but with her arms around me I could swear that at least two pops came from my back, which woke me right up. “Oof, are you trying to kill me?”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, I just want to give you the same welcome I give any of my other friends!” She waved me insi
de, pointing at my car and gesturing to one of the others standing around. “We’ll put your car indoors nearby, don’t want to leave any doubt that it hasn’t been bugged.”
“I’m pretty sure it hasn’t been, but I suppose I’d be glad for the confirmation.”
Taking my usual seat in Christine’s office, I leaned back in my chair and let myself finally relax, all the tension in my back and limbs just bleeding out and leaving me totally relaxed. Ok, maybe I’d been looking forward to being around a friend more than I’d realized.
“You look like you’ve been through a hell of a night,” She said, pouring me a drink and sliding it across the desk, “I suppose that’s understandable, you did get kidnapped and have your nose broken, there’s not many ways that you come out of that clean.”
“I’m fine, more or less, I’m just tired from the rest of the night.” Cracking my neck, I took a grateful sip of my drink. “I’ll be glad this is all over so I can finally relax.”
“Ah,” She said, nodding in understanding, “You had a little celebration party with your two boyfriends, that explains why you were walking the way that you were.” At what must have been absolute embarrassment passing over me, she laughed and shook her head. “Don’t be shy! It’s a natural thing, we’ve all unwound after a stressful night in one way or another!”
“Maybe so but… anyway, we’ve got other things to discuss today before I move on to another person, I want to be absolutely sure that we’re all on the same wavelength when it comes to what we know. Do you understand that?”
“Of course,” Christine said, draining the rest of her drink and crossing her arms in front of her, “What do you need to know? I think that I can be helpful to you, depending on what it is that you need.”
“Thank you Christine, I appreciate it.” I glanced around the office, impressed with how spartan it was while still maintaining a personality. But it wasn’t the big things that you looked for in a place like this, it was the small. Rather than focusing on the unpainted walls that still had cobwebs, you looked at the section of wall that was absolutely spotless, picture frames lined up perfectly with not a spot of dust in sight. It was the scraped on the floor underneath the seats, and the barely visible claw marks on my side of the desk, like you would make if you were laughing at a joke and you clipped it on the way to slapping your knee. Just from these things alone you could tell that Christine adored company, and she cared so much about those that were under her command that you could hardly see anything else once you’d seen it.
But that also meant that if something had happened in the past that could reflect poorly on any of them, or that would jeopardize their safety in any way that wasn’t manageable, it was likely that she would be tempted to lie to me about it. Not that I could blame her for it, nor did I even know if she was actually doing any of that, but it was something to keep a mind out for. She would hardly be the only one doing it after all, I would have to second guess just about anything that the hunters or the witches told me. Not really the vampires though, Joseph didn’t really seem to have any sense of shame from what I could tell, he would more or less always tell the truth unless it wasn’t convenient to do so.
“When we talked about what had happened in the past, what feels like years ago now at this point but was really only a week ago, do you remember what you told me?”
“Yes, I told you that our wolves had been called in to help this group of shifters expel the other group, and during the fight the alpha of the enemy shifters was killed.” Even for an enemy, she looked sorrowful. “A shame, if he hadn’t been killed we might have been able to talk some kind of peace, but that will never be the case now will it?”
“I’m afraid not,” I said, “but I was just wondering, and please don’t get angry at me for asking this, were you telling me everything about what happened there? Because I think it’s just… strange that if you were all involved so heavily that they wouldn’t be so eager to kill all of you just as much as the shifters. I’m not doubting that you were all there and that you were fighting,
I’m just wondering if maybe you forgot something significant about that night?”
“Hmm…” Christine placed her finger on her chin, swirling a new drink around and thinking back to fights long past. “I was young, so I don’t remember everything about that time, but I feel like there is something…”
I wanted so desperately to ask her, or speed her up, or something, but I knew that never really worked in situations like this. It was more likely to just agitate the person you were trying to get answers from, and in the long run that was more likely to take even more time. So I just sat there patiently, waiting for her to rummage through the library of her memory until she found whatever it was that she was looking for.
“Ah, I think I remember that our wolves had been forced to pull back just before the end of the battle, something about a personal issue or something, I doubt that it was anything to do with us not being able to fight, we would have fought to the end if that was the case.” Drumming her fingers along the surface of the desk, her eyes lit up and her drink rattled as she slammed her hand against the wood. “Anthony! I’m pretty sure that he was there, he’ll be able to answer any questions you have about what happened! He’s been healing well, he should be up to speaking to you if you needed to talk to him. I’d just give them ten minutes to make sure that he’s comfortable and able to speak properly.”
“Oh that would… that would be great! Thank you Christine.” I swallowed the rest of my drink, coughing at the burn as it slid down my throat. “And… thank you for helping us so much, I know that this is all new territory, us working together, but it really wouldn’t be going half as well if you weren’t here with us.”
“I… thank you, Amy.” She smiled, patting my hand with hers and turning back to her phone. “I’ll just be a minute, and they’ll have to make sure that he’s all taken care of before you can speak so… pour another drink, we’ll talk a little bit more like friends do.”
“I would like that,” I said, smiling, “I’d like that a lot actually.”
He was awake and ready for me to question after they gave him a few glasses of water and an aspirin, they’d done the best they could to mend the wound of losing an arm but the pain that lingers after… for something like this magic just wasn’t going to do the trick, and there was no sense in wasting energy on something that could be solved just as well by swallowing a few pills. From the impressions I’d gotten of Anthony from the brief glances at his true character, I have a feeling that this isn’t the first time that he’s been in terrible pain, and for all I know it very well might not even be the worst that he’s ever felt. Something has to make someone drink as much as he does after all.
“Ah, Amy,” He said, grimacing as he pushed himself up on his one remaining arm, “I was wondering when you were going to come looking for answers, I heard about the kidnapping, how’s your nose?”
“My nose is fine, thanks for asking.” Pulling a chair over and taking a seat, I allowed us both a moment to breath before I leaned in, looking around to make sure that no one was listening before saying, “I need to know everything about that night that the elder was killed. I know that I don’t have the full story, and I need it now, before I put anyone else in danger for a lie.”
“Oooo,” He hummed, “he must have made you one hell of an offer to get you this agitated, what was it exactly?”
“He said that if I just gave up all of the shifters he would give me all of his spies and all of your spies, to do with whatever I wished. He hates all of you, so much that he’s even willing to give up his own people with no questions asked just for the chance to kill you, so you need to tell me right now why that is, and you need to tell me why I shouldn’t just take him up on that offer, do you understand?”
He took a moment to fully process what I’d said, no doubt his mind was still swimming from the pain that he was in, but once he did he smiled widely and perhaps honestly for the first time
since I’d met him. “Feisty. I was wondering how long it would take for you to come here with a demand like this, everyone always does. It just proves that you really do care for the people that you lead, even if you’re willing to risk them for people that you don’t even know.”
“Stop dancing in circles and just tell me what happened that night Anthony!” My yelling got the attention of at least one of the witches walking around nearby, I bowed my head in apology and turned back to Anthony, gritting my teeth at his blank stare. “What is it?”
“Nothing, you just… you’re not what I expected when I first met you, that’s for sure.”
“What were you expecting?”
“The first impression that you gave was kind of… like you were willing to have someone else do the work, not because you were lazy but because you knew they were stronger than you are. But here you are, in person, telling me that you’ll personally throw me to the metaphorical wolves unless I tell you what you want to know, without even a hint of hesitation. I’m not usually wrong with my first impressions, I’m just enjoying the feeling of being surprised for once.”
“Fantastic, now get on with it.”
“All right, all right… what did Christine tell you just before?”
“That the wolves had been in the fight, but then they were forced back because of some… personal issue or something. It must have been something big to get them out of a fight, knowing them, which means that it must have come from someone of your group. And since you were there, you would know more than anyone exactly what that was.”
“Even so many years later and they can remember that, people don’t give werewolves enough credit. Yes, there was a personal issue that meant that they were asked to leave, the circumstances around it more than justified that, trust me.”
“I don’t, what were the circumstances?”