Siona laughed through her tears. “You’re just saying that to the pregnant woman.”
Michael allowed his gaze to drift over her body. His eyes caressed each and every curve starting with the angle of her jawline and the soft swell of her breasts over the cups of her bra. Her thin waist was still slightly defined before flaring out to the curve of her stomach and the even more defined curve of her rounded ass. By the time his eyes were back to Siona’s, her face was flushed with pleasure.
“Know that I am telling you the truth when I say all I want is to see you back in that purple and blue lingerie I bought you at the store. I still dream of that scrap of satin.”
Siona reached up and threaded her free hand through Michael’s hair, pulling him in for a deeply emotional kiss that healed something in Michael’s soul. Breaking apart, her desire-ridden eyes blinked into his, “I think I can arrange that. If you two don’t mind waiting another moment or two.” Siona’s eyes moved to Valad and he nodded his acquiescence.
“Just don’t take too long, my love,” Valad called out as she retreated to the bathroom to change, her hips swinging from side to side in a call that had Michael wanting to chase after her and tell her to forget getting clothed in anything else, he just wanted her naked. However, Michael seemed to sense that they all needed a moment to regroup before coming together in a sexual relationship again.
As the door to the beautiful marble bathroom clicked shut, Valad turned to Michael. “Welcome back, doctor. I thought I had lost you again—like at the turn of the century.”
Michael shrugged quietly, “I thought you said you would catch me before I went that far again.”
“You were still up for a kiss here and there. I had hope you would come back to us of your own accord.”
“And I did.”
“And you did,” Valad agreed pressing the side of his body into Michael’s. They stood there, leaning against the bed, waiting for the woman they loved to come back to them as well.
*
Siona opened the small lingerie drawer in her side of the walk-in closet and pulled out the purple satin. The fabric was rich and beautiful, and in the low light, it ran over her fingers like water. Walking out to the main area of the bathroom Siona stared at herself surrounded by the warm gray and cream marble. Biting her lip, she let the teddy drop to her side and braced herself to take a good look in the mirror.
Her eyes flashed up into the gilt frame and slowly roamed down her body. It was the first time she had looked herself over since she had “popped.” The new terrain of her body was a wonder to her. For the first time in Siona’s life, her body was different, and it changed faster than she was able to keep up with.
What surprised Siona most was that she didn’t find it distasteful. Instead, she found her pregnant body beautiful. The full curves of her breasts were a milky cream color - warmer than the skin of her vampire lovers in both temperature and tone. Her nipples were a deeper shade of pink than they had been before and like her breasts as a whole, they were bigger and more alluring. Reaching up, Siona couldn’t help but give her nipple a pinch. While the pleasure that rocked her body was enjoyable it was nothing compared to when the boys got their hands, and mouths, on her.
Siona watched as her skin flushed with pleasure and her eyes drifted lower. The smooth curve of her stomach made her waist look small and her legs look lean. Turning, Siona could see that her ass, too, had curved out the new shape more alluring than the before. Siona wondered if after this was all over she needed to indulge in a little more ice cream or squats. Boobs and hips looked good on her.
Flushed with pride, Siona shook out the fabric and pulled it on. Just like it had before the blue lace settled along the edge of her cleavage, riding low and soft on her sensitive skin. The short skirt of the lingerie was bordered with the same rich blue causing the eye to graze the tops of her legs and the expanse of shimmering purple fabric in between was silky against her skin.
Pulling her hair up into a messy knot, Siona looked carefully in the mirror again. The style was just right; sexy but not trying too hard. Giving herself a nod, Siona decided that she couldn’t waste any more time—and that she didn’t want to either.
Turning on her heels, Siona moved back through the hallway with the walk-in closets and continued on to the crisp white French doors that led to the bedroom. Grasping one handle in each hand, Siona turned the levers and pushed the doors open. The sight on the other side took Siona’s breath away.
Valad and Michael stood side by side. Together they looked like a pair of angels, one for each of her shoulders. Valad was the good one. He was lean and ripped with muscle, the bright blonde of his hair gleamed in the low light of the bedroom. Adding to the effect was that his eyes shone with delight. Michael on the other hand smoldered with dark energy. He wasn’t romantic. He was logical and cold, removed and determined. Siona watched as he flicked his thick dark hair off his face, the movement causing his pecs and abs to ripple with muscle. The definition of his muscle was so deeply cut Siona itched to run her fingers over them.
Walking forward, she was rewarded with the flare of both of the vampires noses. With the inhalation of her scent, their eyes both darkened. It was no matter that they both stood there, side by side, still as statues—the looks on their faces told Siona how the mere sight of her moved them.
They would love the touch of her even more.
Valad was the first to move, he always was. Approaching her, he fingered the thin strap of lace holding the teddy to her body, caressing her shoulder as he tested its strength.
“This is a pretty thing, why were you hiding it?”
Siona looked over Valad’s shoulder to Michael, “I was saving it for Michael—he took a liking to it the night I bought it.”
Valad tossed a glance over his shoulder to Michael, “Hmm... Well I’m glad he got over himself, it would have been a shame not to see you in it,” Valad murmured into Siona’s neck.
As Siona felt Valad’s tongue lick slowly along her pulsing vein, her eyes remained locked with Michael. Siona watched him watching her, loving the way his eyes smoldered as she felt her own desire rise. When Valad nipped at her vein, Siona let out a ragged moan, the need for him to bite harder consumed her.
Valad lifted his head, “I know my love, you’re not ready. I just can’t help myself, you are so delectable at this juncture…” Valad’s head lowered even further as he kissed his way along the vein and across her collarbone. Finally, he left the trail of blood all together and edged the blue lace with his tongue.
Goosebumps pebbled her flesh as Siona watched Michael push himself off the bed. “What if I want it too?” she asked.
Siona’s request was nothing more than a whisper in the thick air of the bedroom but the two vampires reacted as if she had screamed. Michael, farther away from Siona, responded first, “Don’t say something like that to two very turned on vampires unless you want to follow through. An erection is no time to discuss something like this calmly.”
Siona’s gaze bounced between the two men before settling on Valad. “You said I would enjoy it…” Siona sought confirmation from Valad, who was hovering above her breasts. He swallowed hard and then nodded.
“All right then, let’s try—”
Siona was cut off by Michael ripping Valad off her body. Michael positioned himself in between Valad and Siona, his stance protective. “I think I’ll take over foreplay for a while, Valad. We’ll save any biting once Siona, the human, is ready.”
Valad breathed deeply but nodded, backing away to the chaise lounge in the corner of the room. Turning to face Siona, Michael explained, “You will enjoy it—but it will also cut our love making very short. I didn’t just wait all that time to see you in this beautiful lingerie to waste it on a quickie.”
Relieved, Siona giggled, her body wanted the bite, but her mind needed some time to get used to the idea. Michael leaned in and took her mouth. His kisses teased across her full lips, asking for her to open and le
t him enter. Siona breathed in the clean scent of him. She delighted in the cool feel of his lips on her warm skin. Opening her mouth, she continued the teasing with her tongue.
As Michael’s arms wrapped around her, Siona began to lose control of the situation. His mouth was overwhelming. It had been too long since Siona had experienced the strength of Michael’s arms and the softness of his mouth. Distracted as she was, Siona didn’t notice that Michael had a firm grip on her ass. When she was suddenly lifted into the air, Siona tried to give a squeal, but the sound was greedily devoured by Michael’s mouth.
Siona had expected him to turn and throw her on the king-sized bed behind him. The thought of the silky pillows cushioning her fall felt like a rush. However, Siona suddenly felt the world move backwards. Her stomach gave a little flip before she was pinned to the wall instead, Michael’s body pressing against her from clit to lips. The rough raw silk of the damask print wallcovering bit into her shoulder blades. She groaned as Michael ground against her, using the fixed point of the wall to trap her body. Siona’s own softness cradled Michael’s erection and her hips lifted in a need for more. She felt like a teenager, humping against the wall fully clothed.
Needing fewer barriers between them, Siona reached down and fumbled at Michael’s fly. The button was proving to be more difficult to undo than Fort Knox—especially as Michael turned to her breasts. Oh dear lord... Michael was a good man. His mouth closed over the cool purple satin and sucked hard. Michael was never one for subtlety, and Siona’s insides clenched with need as she felt her nipples pulled into arousal; her breasts going heavy and swollen. Once Michael had both nipples covered in wet fabric he backed away from her and gave a wicked grin.
“Are you ready?”
Siona’s eyebrows furrowed, “What?”
Then he blew. Gently, but forcefully, the vampire blew over the wet fabric at her chest. Siona felt herself go wet in response, her body unconsciously grinding over Michael’s erection with the need for more. Michael’s cool breath made the wet satin go ice cold against her hot skin. Again, Michael took each nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the pebbled skin before lifting off Siona again to cool the skin down. It was a cycle that was bound to drive her crazy before she managed to get his pants off.
“Allow me,” Valad said softly, removing Siona’s hand from Michael’s crotch. Siona felt Valad pull her hand from between their bodies and lick her fingers one at a time in greeting. The unusual sensation shot tremors throughout her body.
Keeping eye contact with Siona, Valad slowly popped the button on Michael’s jeans as if it was something so simple a toddler could do it. Show off, Siona thought.
Then he shifted Siona’s own legs and, slow as a stripper, peeled the jeans off Michael’s muscular thighs. Thank the dear lord Michael went commando as Siona felt the hardness of his erection pulse against the thin layer of panties against her skin. Still, it wasn’t enough. Whimpering, Siona’s fraying control impeded her brain function. What was she going to do now?
Valad licked the back of Siona’s knee while fondling Michael’s balls. Siona grew wetter and Michael grew harder.
“Do you mind?” Michael ground out before returning to Siona’s mouth to take her in a kiss.
“Not at all,” Valad replied politely as he freed his hand from both of their bodies. Siona was going to express exasperation again—no closer to her goal than before—until Valad reached up again and simply ripped the matching panties right off her body.
There was no time to mourn their loss because Michael slid home and it was glorious. Michael was breathing hard into Siona’s neck. He rammed home once, twice, before sucking on the side of her neck. Without warning, he nicked her neck with one of his sharp incisors. Siona’s body clenched around his erection. When his tongue licked the wound, it was as if he had thrown fire into her body. As the venom from his teeth invaded her bloodstream, Siona felt herself light up from within and ride him hard.
“Sorry brother, I can’t wait,” Valad said as he reached between them and began to fondle Michael's balls again. Michael groaned as the action caused him to pump harder and harder into Siona, licking sips of her blood drew them higher and higher until finally they both flew over the edge.
Siona could no longer feel the wallpaper at her back, her entire world consisted of the point where she and Michael were joined. Rolling her hips one more time she felt another set of arms take over her body weight.
“Mine now,” Valad declared, tossing her on the bed the way she had been expecting in the first place.
His body covered hers and Siona lost all sense of space and time. Nuzzling her neck, Valad took a lick of her broken skin and moaned.
“God, I want you now. I need this now.”
Siona looked up into Valad’s eyes and she could see how close to the edge he was. Nodding, Siona prepared herself for the escalation that Michael had caused in her. A deep need that started in her core.
She was utterly unprepared for a real bite.
Valad’s cock filled her completely at the same time that his mouth closed over her vein. There was no sucking—the blood was already close to the surface, calling them both. When his teeth bit into her flesh her world went black, and then it began to shimmer. The orgasm was immediate and intense. Siona rode it so hard she wasn’t sure if she was going to survive it. Again and again, the waves of pleasure crashed over her. Valad too seemed inexhaustible, pounding into her repeatedly. Something that had previously been deemed a “quickie” seemed nothing of the sort.
When Valad’s head lifted, Siona felt relief. The passion died down and only pleasure remained. She watched as Valad rode out their orgasm high above her, his sleek abs moving with every thrust. As the high from the bite died down within her system, Siona felt lethargy enter her body. For the first time in her life, Siona had given everything she had and now, Siona had nothing left to give. Her last memory before sleep overtook her was Valad’s strong arms shifting her to the top of the bed and Michael’s cool body spooning her from behind. Life was perfect.
THE FINAL CHAPTER
Frustration was a constant state of being for Quarto. The human Marcus was proving to be a steady stream of information, but none of it seemed to be what the dragon wanted to hear. Word relayed through a friend proved that while Siona, the human girl’s name, was alive and well—she was also very much entrenched in the vampires’ home. According to Marcus’s own contacts, the girl hadn’t left the premises since he had last laid eyes on her in the store.
Running into walls on all the fronts that mattered, Quarto had decided to contemplate another strategy. If he couldn’t get to the girl directly, maybe he could ferret the trio out of hiding. On Quarto’s orders, Marcus had gone home and checked the temperature of the town. However, much to Quarto’s dismay, the humans were utterly solid in their trust of the system. Why the humans would support a ritual that took one of their own from them every ten years was beyond Quarto, but he found that the humans had very little self-preservation instinct to begin with.
That was why it was even more confusing that his brother was becoming more and more interested in acting human. The stalled plan to take over the veil threshold seemed to be affecting Valermo in a most unusual way. Valermo had decided to study and “try” many human forms of entertainment. Even odder was that Valermo was trying these things in the presence of actual humans. The dragon had recently developed an affinity for some reality show called “American Ninja Warrior,” and a mode of working out his human form in something called “cross fit.” It all seemed to be an exercise in futility as they were actually dragons. Dragons. Why take the time to strengthen a form that was supposed to be shed the moment real danger arrived?
Valermo claimed that the show had spurred the need to work out, but Quarto had his doubts. As they waited for a lead on where the vampires were and what the girl was to them, Quarto would have thought that Valermo would have preferred talking strategy versus talking about adaptability. His br
other’s lack of forethought made Quarto question if Valermo had a genius alternate plan or if he was an absolute idiot.
Sitting in his well-appointed office in the cabin, Quarto felt the itch to spread his wings. It was so difficult to keep his human form during this process, but losing it would mean a trip back to the other side of the veil and Quarto was not going to give up his position here in New York. That didn’t stop the anxiety, though. The more anxiety Quarto felt, the bigger the need to fly. Running a hand over the smooth wood of the desk, Quarto let his eyes rest on the tree line around the cabin. His eyes tracked the guards looping their way through the forest; Quarto would have given anything to have the distraction of a walk to keep his mind off the infernal wait.
A knock at the door had Quarto looking up in surprise. Valermo stood outfitted in a pair of mesh shorts, a grey t-shirt that said “#ninja,” and a red bandana tied around his forehead. Quarto raised an eyebrow in distaste. “Can I help you, Valermo? Remind you how a dragon comports himself perhaps?”
Valermo cracked his fingers in response. “Thank you, Quarto, but I believe it’s more important for a dragon to be strong in any form rather than stylishly dressed.”
“You know me, I’m all about following human fashion.” Quarto paused to sneer at Valermo. He had no patience for his brother’s antics today. “Again, is there something I can help you with, Valermo? I’m not interested in heading to a gym with you. I would caution you as well to avoid mixing with the general population—you know you risk the entire mission when you head out into public.”
Rubbing his hands together in excitement, it appeared as though Quarto’s words had only excited Valermo more. “While I appreciate your concern brother, I’m not here to invite you to work out. I’m here to invite you to attack some vampires.”
Quarto sat up straighter, “What do you know?”
“Check your messages. Marcus has been trying to call you for a half hour now. He has an address for the vampires.”
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