Holidays Bite: A Limited Edition Collection of Winter Holiday Vampire Tales
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“Blood mages are the ones with the silver, right?”
“My brother is the perfect example of what a blood mage should look like—pale skin with a blue tint, silver hair and eyes, and blood-red lips, basically the opposite of me.”
“Huh, so your family didn’t like that you looked more . . . human?” Owen asked.
“My parents weren’t fans, no. Victor couldn’t care less. He and I were best friends through and through.”
“Why are we only just finding out this is a thing? It’s not like we haven’t been friends with mages before,” Julian grumbled.
“Female mages are often sequestered, sometimes even in the realm of the ancients, if that’s an option and her family can afford it, or if she doesn’t have anyone who can take her in. Others, like myself, are just confined to the house, or not allowed to leave without a glamor on, like this necklace.”
“So you’re imprisoned?” Silas growled.
“I wouldn’t go that far, but we are weaker than male mages. It’s partially why there are so few mages. Our populations are dwindling, and they are all blaming the fragility of the women, when it’s usually the men who are unable to . . . uh . . . produce an heir. Mages, in my humble opinion, are too focused on lineage and keeping bloodlines pure. If we intermixed, then we would be stronger. Nature would select for the best traits for survival. But apparently that’s blasphemous.”
“You are an incredible woman,” Owen said as he came to sit by her on the couch. “You’re progressive, just like we are, and that is hard for the species who have long lifespans. People get stuck in the era they were born or created in sometimes, but that’s not your fault. I mean, just look at Julian. He’d probably still be wandering around wearing a top hat and tails if he hadn’t worked hard to leave his past behind. Or look at me. I could have been forever stuck in my driving coat and flat cap, or even Silas and his straw hats that took forever for him to give up.” The middle brother was laughing to himself by the end.
“So you’re not true triplets?” she asked.
“Not so much. We’re triplets in that our Makers chose the three of us, but the queen couldn’t conceive, so they created us instead.”
“Created?”
“You know some vampires can reach a certain level of maturity and then stop, right? Like their body freezes in time?” When she nodded, Owen continued. “Well, since some female vampires can’t reproduce for whatever reason, nature built in a backup where we can turn a human into a vampire.”
“The three of you started off as human?”
The brothers nodded.
“You look like you’re related, though . . . You’re definitely not brothers?” she whispered.
“Well, the physical aspect was by design. Our Makers were looking for something specific. And no, we are not true brothers. We aren’t related in any way except that our Maker’s blood was used to freeze our bodies in time,” Julian said.
She turned to Owen, “But when we were dancing you were talking about how the vampires took the fact of the queen having triplets as a sign that they were the true rulers?”
“No one outside of our trusted circle knows. It was all done in secret and only when the three of us were created was it announced that the king and queen had heirs. Rumors had been circulating for years thanks to the court so it wasn’t a total surprise when three adult men were introduced at the formal announcement ball.” It was a weird way to go about it, but it made sense.
“Why triplets then?”
“The queen didn’t want us being alone once she and her husband stepped down. I also suspect that she didn’t want the family’s claim to the throne to be snuffed out by one death, having three heirs to the throne gave them backups,” Julian added.
“So are you actually three hundred?” she asked with an eyebrow raised in challenge.
“I am, they aren’t,” Julain said, sounding hesitant.
“So you’re my old man then, hum?” she teased.
“If you’ll have me.”
“I think that can be arranged,” Charlotte replied with a chuckle. A serious silence descended and she didn’t want the damn of information to stop up so she asked, “What about other species? If your body is frozen like you say, then can you reproduce with others?”
“Not to our knowledge, so you don’t have to worry about anything accidental on that end,” Silas said.
“If it’s happened, then someone’s kept it very, very quiet,” Julian agreed.
“Now that we’ve completely killed the mood . . .” Owen sighed heavily, which made Charlotte grin. She felt like a sponge soaking up all the knowledge they could share with her. “Is there anything else we should know about you being a blood mage?”
“I don’t think so.” She shrugged. After a moment’s pause, she added, “But I do have weird blood. It’s red and silver, just in case that weirds you out. That’s it, though, or I think it is. I haven’t spent a ton of time with other mages, or other supernaturals, for that matter, at least until I started working here. And I don’t think the mood has been killed. It was just put on pause for a little while.”
The gleam in Julian’s eyes told her exactly what button he wanted to press, and it made her want to press it too.
“What do you say to pressing play?” Silas asked as he slid closer to Charlotte on the sofa.
“I think it’s an interesting idea,” she said coyly.
“Interesting, hum?” the youngest brother asked as his knuckles traced up and down her arm.
“I mean, I can’t say I’ve ever had more than one partner before, but it’s certainly something I’d be willing to try, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Is that what we’re asking, Brothers?” Owen wondered aloud with a mischievous glint in his eye.
“I was mainly thinking of me, not so much you two,” Silas teased.
“Why should you get to go first? We are all attracted to Charlotte, and we’ve all kissed her. Maybe we should let the lady decide, hum?” Julian grinned as he turned to Charlotte and bowed.
“I’ve already told you I won’t choose between you,” she stated matter-of-factly.
“Then you leave us no choice . . .” Owen said somberly as he shook his head and stared at the floor.
For a moment, her heart stuttered. Had she done something wrong?
Owen looked back up with an all-too-satisfied grin on his face. “We’ll have to use my room, as I’ve got the biggest bed.”
“Asshole,” Charlotte muttered, trying not to show the pleasure she felt in the game they were playing.
“What was that, darling?” Owen asked as he held out his hand to her, helping her stand from the couch.
“You heard me,” she said before sticking out her tongue at him.
“I thought I heard you say you wanted me to take your ass, but a princess wouldn’t utter something so crass, would she?” he asked, giving her mock innocent eyes.
The memory of Julian and Silas pinning her between them flooded her mind again. She’d never thought herself adventurous when it came to sex, but that was before she’d met these three brothers.
“You tell me. I don’t see any princesses here,” she murmured as he pulled her tight against him.
“You’re right, I only see a queen, so allow me to worship,” Owen purred against her lips before he claimed them as his own.
The kiss started slow, skin moving over skin, but when her tongue flicked out and teased the seam of his mouth, he groaned. Another set of hands slid around her belly then, and she leaned back against Julian. His velvet kisses started on her neck and moved to her shoulder, only to be stopped by the starchy fabric of the dress uniform.
“Take it off,” the eldest brother growled.
Before she could even respond, Owen was there ripping the dress in half. She gasped but was secretly thrilled that the dress was ruined, just like her position in household, and if it was going to be ruined, then this was the best possible way for it to happen.
“Please, allow me,” she said as she licked her lips and watched Owen’s gaze fixate on her mouth.
When he set her down on the floor, she sauntered over to the door that led to Owen’s room, swinging her hips as she walked. Her butt wasn’t big, but she’d been told on multiple occasions that a handful was all that was needed. She turned to face the guys and unhooked the back of her bra.
“Well, are you coming?” She bit her bottom lip playfully, hoping that she looked sexy and not as foolish as she felt.
“I’m trying not to,” Silas groaned, and for the first time, she noticed that he was gripping his manhood through his pants.
“What if I said the first one of you naked can take my panties off?”
Charlotte watched as the three of them began stripping, and she was treated to a visual delight. Great stretches of skin and muscles were revealed. The mountains and valleys of their bodies laid bare for her to see, touch, and taste, and she planned on doing all of the above. She shrugged out of her bra and turned around, tossing it over her shoulder, hoping that this seductive game they were playing wasn’t going to implode at any moment.
As she toed off her shoes and crawled onto the bed, she was surrounded by Owen’s scent. She wanted to roll around in it like a cat in a pile of catnip. Everything about it had her motor running, from the three stark-naked vampires surrounding the bed, to the silky-soft sheets, to the smell. Even the electricity in the air had her writhing among the sheets.
Her eyes greedily traveled down their bodies until they landed on the one thing she craved above all else in that moment. Each of them was built differently, but she knew she would find pleasure with all of them.
“So, which of you won?” she asked, her voice sultry even to her own ears.
“I did,” Julian said as he knelt on the edge of the bed, crawling toward her like a beast until he was between her thighs. Without breaking eye contact, he reached down and bit the edge of her panties. His teeth, which for the first time resembled fangs, scraped against her sensitive skin, making her breath hitch. As the slinky fabric was peeled away, the cool air hit her, making her break out in goosebumps.
As soon as her panties were down far enough, Julian withdrew and quickly slipped them off her legs. Instead of traveling up her body, though, his head dipped lower. His hands slid under her butt and lifted her up, spreading her wide for all the world to see. He looked at her like she was a dessert he’d been craving for weeks.
Before he could do anything other than stare, she reached for Owen and Silas. The bed dipped under their weight as they approached. She felt a little overwhelmed by the attention and almost told them all to stop, but then Julian’s tongue licked her core, and she lost all train of thought. The only thing buzzing through her head was not allowing herself to beg him to do it again. He seemed to pause as though he’d just tasted the sweetest treat and needed a moment to adjust to the flavor.
Charlotte’s lips curled in, with the word please hovering on her tongue. It never made it past her teeth as Julian circled his tongue around her clit, making her moan low and long instead. Each movement was a ripple that was dancing toward an edge where it would become a tidal wave.
Other hands tentatively touched her breasts, finding her nipples and running over them and pinching them until they became stiff little peaks. Someone’s mouth was on her neck, while the other claimed her lips. All the sensations started to fuse together, taking her up the ticking slope of a rollercoaster, ratcheting ever higher until Julian thrust his fingers into her hot, wet core and sent her flying.
By the time she made it back to her body, Julian was steadily thrusting with his fingers in her pussy, while Owen and Silas pumped themselves on each side of the bed. Charlotte reached for them again, and with Silas being that little bit closer, she was able to take him in her mouth first while Owen moved within her reach.
The soft, velvety skin of Silas’s cock slid between her lips and coated her tongue with the slightly salty taste of his skin. Charlotte’s tongue swirled around his tip and down to the base as she took him as deep as she could before switching to Owen. They tasted different, one smokier, the other saltier, but as she worked them, her eyes kept bouncing from one of them to the other before finally landing on Julian. He seemed to have been waiting for her to look, because he pulled his fingers out of her core and sucked her essence off them. If she hadn’t had a cock in her mouth, it would have dropped open.
Charlotte let Silas’s cock pop from between her lips as she pushed upward until she was facing Julian. He leaned forward and kissed her, his strong hands holding her up, while she tasted herself on his lips. Sweet and light.
The bed dipped and moved as Owen or Silas found new positions behind her, but she wasn’t concerned. As she kissed Julian, she reached between them and gripped his cock, working it until his hips started to move of their own accord and moans slipped from between his lips. She grinned in satisfaction before she pushed him over so she could straddle him.
Once she was on top, the head of his cock nudged at her entrance, which was already slick from his earlier ministrations. As she inched her way down, she felt her pussy stretch to accommodate his wide girth. Each nerve ending was firing with pleasure, sending jolts straight to her brain while she began to ride him.
Soon they found a rhythm that was catapulting both of them to the edge, and it was only the feel of one of them behind her that slowed her down. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Owen and smiled.
“Want me to take your ass, Princess? Spread that pretty little hole wide open?” he growled in her ear.
She nodded frantically. What Charlotte wanted most was all of them inside her somehow. Owen’s slick finger probed her entrance, and she pushed back onto him. He thrust first one finger and then, shortly after, two into her before he was confident enough in her ability to handle him.
Leaning forward, she made her butt more accessible, and almost immediately felt him beginning to push into her. He worked slowly, making sure she wasn’t overwhelmed and that she had plenty of time to voice her objection if she had any. The only problem she was having was how slow he was going.
Almost as soon as the thought crossed her mind, he slid the rest of the way in, leaving her feeling almost uncomfortably full. It was perfect, though, and when they began to move, she had to vocalize her pleasure somehow. While she was alternating between panting and moaning as Julian and Owen moved against her, Silas had somehow moved in front of her. His thick cock was pointing straight at her face. She almost felt like she was staring down the barrel of a gun, but she licked her lips in anticipation as if she couldn’t wait for it to fire.
Slipping her lips over the head of Silas’s cock was an exercise in balance and coordination, but once the four of them found it, she knew she was about to be well and truly fucked. The movements of Julian and Owen had her screaming an orgasm around Silas’s cock in no time. The waves of pleasure washed through her, leaving her throbbing as her pussy clenched around Julian’s cock. She was sure Owen would feel it too, since her whole body was twitching and jerking.
As though it were the catalyst for a chain reaction, Charlotte felt Julian’s movements become jerky and urgent before he tensed and grunted as his own orgasm overtook him. Owen didn’t stop moving, though, and was thrusting into her with so much force, he had to hold her hips to keep from knocking her over, which only pushed her mouth further onto Silas. She was pinned between the two of them, and even though her jaw was starting to ache, she kept sucking, feeling the tension increasing throughout Silas’s body until his hips were jerking toward her and he was exploding in her mouth. Owen followed before she could even swallow, and the two of them held her there while their cocks
twitched inside her.
When they withdrew, she felt empty but oh so satisfied. Each of them was breathing hard. Even Julian, who had been watching the whole thing for the last couple minutes, was still getting his breath back. Owen, Julian, and Charlotte collapsed into a pile of tangled arms and legs and sweat-slicked bodies.
“Fuck, that was something else,” Owen murmured next to her with a sleepy smile on his face.
Silas, who had somehow remained standing through his orgasm, had retrieved a warm wet washcloth and handed it to Charlotte while he handed his so-called brothers tissues and climbed into bed with them. She pressed the cloth to her sensitive skin, twitching and jerking at the contact before she left it in one spot.
“If that was what the first time was like, I can’t wait to see what it’s like when we know how to push all your buttons, Princess,” Julian said, his voice gravelly from his lust.
They all chuckled. Charlotte didn’t say it aloud, but they had just fulfilled one of her most private fantasies. She would tell them one day, of course, but for now, their egos were big enough, and they didn’t need any encouragement. Besides, she still needed to learn their buttons and how hard they liked to be pushed. One thing was for sure, her future sex life was brighter than it had ever been now that these three were in it.
She listened as their breathing evened out, and started to drift off to sleep in a post-orgasmic haze herself, until she remembered that Chef would be losing his mind at her going missing. Part of her wanted to giggle at that, while the other part groaned in disbelief that she needed to finish out the work day after what had just happened.
“I should really go. Chef will be complaining to the queen and trying to get me fired,” Charlotte said, not wanting to leave the warmth of the bed.
“I told you, no working in the house, not if you’re going to be our mate,” Julian growled in a sexy, sleepy voice.
“Chef is going to lose his mind if I just quit,” I protested.
“We’ll hire extra help, and it’ll be fine.” Silas sighed as he tugged me closer with an arm around my waist.