by Jan Springer
“Was she good to you?” Mati blurted out, suddenly wanting to know more about the female who had taken her place.
Both males stopped. Tensed. For a moment she had a feeling maybe she hadn’t been good to them. That maybe they had suffered as much as Mati had when they’d informed her they were to take another. But before taking her, the brothers had given her one last chance to allow them to come to her. To be with her.
She had refused. Actually she hadn’t expected them to really claim another female. But they had claimed their mate and broken the psychic link.
“She was a warm, gentle, caring female,” Paolo said, and he drew closer to her. “She died in childbirth.”
“I’m so sorry,” she replied. That was why there were so few vampires in the world. Females had a tendency of dying in childbirth.
She read the pain of loss in their eyes. Yes, she could feel how much they had cared for her. She sensed it strongly. Cared for her, lusted after her, but hadn’t quite loved her.
After reconnecting their mind link and during their dream fantasy visits, she’d never asked them about her. They’d barely spoken in their rush to make love, to make up for lost time.
“We thought we could forget you if we took a mate,” Gio explained.
“But we never could get over you.” Paolo had moved so close to her that his erotic body heat enfolded her, seduced her senses, made her feel so wild and free and happy.
Even while taking her, we wanted you, Gio growled.
“We want you,” Paolo groaned. “We changed our whole existence in order to have you.”
She saw the heat flaring in both male’s eyes and her breaths grew fast. It almost hurt to breathe. Their fangs had grown so long. So inviting. She trembled with anticipation to have them feed off her.
“I want you too. I’ve always wanted you. I never took another mate into my bed. Never wanted to until you came back into my life.”
Approval flashed in their eyes and lust and love curled through her in the most intoxicating of ways. Through the slightly open window she could hear the seagulls crying outside and the roar of the waves rolling upon the nearby beach. She trembled as Gio sat her down on a plush sofa chair and dropped to his knees before her. Their eyes met and she saw the love there. Love for her. Pure and raw and so untamed, she could scarcely inhale a breath.
From somewhere nearby she heard the pop of a cork. Knew Paolo would pour them the wine. Their wine. She would never be able to get enough of the wine. It would always remind her of the early times they had shared in Italy.
His fingers held her thighs apart and she felt a familiar throb in her clit. Felt the aching emptiness in her vagina and ass. The driving need to be filled.
She could smell her arousal, strong and dark, wafting from her pussy. Felt moisture pool between her thighs and soak through her pants. She held her breath as he lowered his head between her legs. He caressed the insides of her clothed thighs with his mouth and a ripping sound permeated the air. He was using his fangs to rip her pants! He came up along her belly, cutting through the pants with ease, exposing her pussy.
She wore no panties. Wearing panties and bra were forbidden to a blood slave. A vampire would just as easily feed from a slave’s ass or her pussy as her arm or leg. In her old life she had been a thing. An object to use. While living among the humans she had discovered her self-esteem. Nurtured her self-confidence and grown as a female. But she had never acquired a taste for those flesh-restricting garments.
As now as she listened to her pants ripping and felt Gio’s hot breath upon her bared flesh, she quivered in erotic heat and watched Paolo approach.
He held two empty goblets of wine by the glass stem in one hand and a tube of lube in the other hand. She accepted one of the goblets.
Her mouth was suddenly dry and her pulse pounded with wild anticipation as Paolo set the goblets on the small table beside the sofa where she was seated.
When he sat on the couch beside her, he opened his robe, allowing her to see a thriving erection.
Oh vampire! He was aroused. He possessed a massive length she’d always found intoxicating to look at. Not to mention a length that made her breathless whenever she took him into her mouth or when he slid into her.
Oh my! Just thinking about what was coming from these two made her pussy cream some more. Reaching out, she wrapped her hand around Paolo’s swollen base. Satiny steel sailed against her fingertips and suddenly she couldn’t think.
Could only watch as Gio reached for one of the wine goblets and tipped it, bringing a flood of cool liquid splashing against her hot pussy. The impact made her gasp. She shuddered as Gio’s head lowered and he began lapping at her wine-soaked pussy.
The erotic flame of his tongue rubbing her clit made her grasp Paolo’s cock harder. He moaned, a guttural erotic sound that made her spread her thighs even wider.
“I love wine and pussy,” Gio murmured against her pussy and dived in for more.
As he feasted upon her pussy, her senses swirled. His tongue swept between her labia and his sharp fangs erotically grazed the sides of her pussy. He licked her boldly and pleasure mounted. He thrust a couple of fingers inside her, the forceful intensity of it drugging her.
Powerful fingers framed her chin and she knew Paolo’s tender touch. His wine-soaked lips melted against hers and his sharp fangs cut into her bottom lip, drawing her blood. Instinctively she bit him too, felt his sweet blood explode against her taste buds. His blood tasted fabulous.
When he pressed his tongue into her mouth, he gave her a gift of warm wine. The sweet taste and his blood mixing together brought a clawing need between her thighs. She bucked, wanting her orgasm.
Easy, Mati. Easy. We will bring you what you crave, our bellissima. Her breath suspended in her lungs as his words echoed in her mind. Her eyes opened in marvel at hearing his words inside her head. It was amazing. She wondered if she would ever get used to it.
Paolo broke the kiss and quickly unbuttoned her blouse. Exposing her breasts, he covered one of her tight nipples with his hot lips and cupped her other one.
Sexual heat pulsed through her and she forced herself to tamp down the fierce need to feed. She might even have ripped his throat open had she been any wilder. Perhaps Gio sensed her overwhelming need, for he fused his mouth over her pussy. Incredible sensations rocked her and heat poured through her as Paolo’s fangs scraped against her tender breasts. Another set of fangs frayed against her pussy.
Their rich arousal scents teased her, tormented her, and she moaned at the sight of a vein pulsing in Paolo’s neck. The sight was irresistible. Dipping her head, she licked the heated flesh along his neck, tasting his perspiration and his unique richness. Her head spun at the delightful blend. Her fangs throbbed, looking for action.
Without warning, she pierced his flesh. Bit him so hard and so fast, he wrenched against her. Ignoring his harsh gasp, she welcomed the sweet rush of power zipping through her system. Much-needed warm, rich blood gushed into her mouth, splashing against her taste buds. She felt his power slash through her limbs, giving her a strength she’d never experienced before. She felt alive, truly alive, for the first time.
Her hearing increased. She could hear cars roaring on the highway miles away, could hear the water softly dripping from a faucet on the first floor, could hear her lovers’ guttural moans as the noises formed in their bodies. Her taste buds awakened also. She tasted the sweetness of Paolo’s blood. Rich and luscious. Could see in her mind’s eye how Paolo’s and Gio’s fangs grazed her skin and left thin trails of her blood.
The erotic taste of Paolo, the sudden pierce of pain and subsequent wash of exquisite pleasure as both males pierced her flesh simultaneously sent her headlong into an orgasm. It had her sucking and gulping Paolo’s blood greedily while she bucked against Gio’s face.
Pushing her pussy against him, she tightened and moaned as the intense waves shook her. Soon she realized she’d better stop drinking from Paolo before she suck
ed him dry. Feeling her tummy full, she retracted her fangs. Later, she would gorge on Gio too. But right now the array of scents washing from the nearby open bottle of wine splashed around her senses. Blindly, she grabbed the bottle from the nearby table and through heavy-lidded eyes she managed to pour wine over the breast Paolo was sucking on.
She watched as the red liquid dribbled into his mouth. He growled his approval and drank greedily. She poured some down between her thighs where Gio’s fangs impaled her skin and where he now greedily drank.
She watched in stunned fascination as the wine washed together with a streak of her blood and into his mouth. He shuddered at the intoxicating impact and moaned his appreciation.
In unison, they both retracted their fangs and yanked her to her feet. She was keening now, sensing the impending double penetration she hungered for. The tattered remains of her slacks slipped from her body and her blouse was pulled away. She barely managed to slip out of her sandals, making herself more comfortable.
She went wild as their palms smoothed over her body. Touching her breasts, shimmering up her inner thighs, along the curves of her hips. They rubbed her nipples and massaged her clit.
She didn’t know which male was where. All she knew was this exquisite wild fever of need, of want, of immense freedom racing through her. She cried out as they both took her. Gio’s cock thrust into her pussy and a moment later Paolo’s lubed erection entered her behind.
They stretched her. Impaled her. Their palms splayed on her hips, holding her steady.
Gio kissed her, sending her senses into overload.
I love you, both males growled simultaneously through her mind. At those wonderful words she lost her sanity.
I love you too, she whispered through their mind link. And if you’ll have me, I’ll be yours forever.
It’s all we’ve ever wanted to hear, Mati, Paolo murmured at her neck.
She cried out as his sharp fangs sliced into her neck, careening her into a most wanton pleasure she never wanted to be released from again.
Their combined thrusts shattered her control and Mati lost her grip on all her fears. She was free. And in love with two hot sexy vamps. And from now on, that was all that mattered.
The End
About the Author
Jan Springer writes on four acres of paradise tucked away in the Haliburton Highlands of Ontario, Canada. Past careers include accounting, truck driving, farming and factory work but her passion for writing won out in the end. Now Jan writes full time and is a part-time caretaker. She enjoys kayaking, hiking, photography and gardening. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America and Passionate Ink (RWA Erotic Romance chapter). She loves hearing from her readers.
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Ellora’s Cavemen: Legendary Tails II anthology
Heroes at Heart 1: A Hero’s Welcome
Heroes at Heart 2: A Hero Escapes
Heroes at Heart 3: A Hero Betrayed
Heroes at Heart 4: A Hero’s Kiss
Heroes at Heart: A Hero Needed
Holiday Heat: Jade
Let’s Get Physical
Nice Girl Naughty
Outlaw Lovers: Colter’s Revenge
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Outlaw Lovers: The Claiming
Outlaw Lovers: Tyler’s Woman
Outlaw Lovers Dossier
Sexual Release
Sinderella
Undercover 1: Peppermint Creek Inn
Undercover 2: Kiss Me
Undercover 3: Intimate Stranger
Vampira 1: Sweet Heat
Vampira 2: Dark Heat
Zero to Sexy
Print books by Jan Springer
Bad Girls Have More Fun anthology
Ellora’s Cavemen: Legendary Tails II anthology
Heroes at Heart 1: A Hero’s Welcome
Heroes at Heart 2: A Hero’s Love
Heroes at Heart 3: A Hero Betrayed
Heroes at Heart 4: A Hero’s Kiss
Holiday Heat anthology
Outlaw Lovers: Colter’s Revenge
Outlaw Lovers: Jude and Luke anthology
Outlaw Lovers: Tyler’s Woman
Overtime, Under Him anthology
Peppermint Creek Inn
White Hot Holidays Volume 3 anthology
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