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Copyright ©2007 by Felicity Heaton
First published in 2007, 2007
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Prophecy rolled onto her side and threw her arm over Valentine's cool hard chest. She sighed contentedly as she registered the feeling of his skin against hers and hazily remembered last night. Moving closer to him, she hooked her leg over his and rubbed her cheek against his chest.
She smiled when he tilted his head and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
Satisfaction hummed through every inch of her. She'd never felt so sated before. She couldn't even remember what they'd done.
A small moan escaped her when a firm hand gripped her hip, fingertips grazing sensitive flesh and sending a shiver of desire through her.
Her eyes widened when the bed behind her depressed and someone brushed up against her back.
The hand on her waist drew her closer, pulling her backside against his crotch, and she realised the hand didn't belong to Valentine. Valentine rolled over and murmured something in his sleep, nuzzling her throat, his body flush against hers.
She froze, wedged between two hard, masculine bodies.
Her eyes widened further, showing the white all around her irises when the person behind her kissed her neck and purred softly into her ear.
She frowned, struggling to remember exactly what had happened.
Then it hit her.
She stared at her right hand and the now fading stone of her amulet.
This wasn't good.
Prophecy propped her head up on her upturned palm and flicked another page in her mother's book of spells. She was getting bored. It was over an hour since Valentine had told her to sneak away from her Death Day party and wait for him in her room. She wondered what was keeping him. It was probably business about his bloodline. It had been weighing on his mind recently, stealing his passion and leaving her feeling as though they were drifting apart. They weren't, but she couldn't stop herself from feeling that way. She turned another page. A love spell. She smiled at her mother's youthful enthusiasm for magic. If she didn't already have Valentine, by now she would probably be using love spells on him to make him hers. She flicked past it and raised her brows. A lust spell.
She remembered that her mother had already been with her father before she had developed the ability to use magic. Her eyes scanned the symbols and words on the page. Had they used this? She really hoped she hadn't been the product of a good old-fashioned lust spell.
Another two pages passed her by without her paying them much attention and then she stopped. Love slave?
Her playful smile became a grin.
It would be fun to have a love slave. After all, it was her Death Day. She glanced at the door, now thankful that Valentine was taking his time. He was probably talking to Venturi. When she'd left, she'd seen the Tenebrae approach him. They looked good side by side, her two loves. Valentine was growing used to the fact that while she loved him, a part of her also loved Venturi.
She was still a little surprised by Valentine's actions at the ball. When Venturi had arrived with some of his high guard, including Piotr, Valentine had encouraged her to greet them. She had. She'd walked up to Venturi, held him close to her, and breathed him in. It had been too long since she'd seen him. He'd been fighting battle after bloody battle with demons in his area, all of them determined to reopen the gate to Hell. She'd even kissed his cheek and whispered how much she'd missed him.
When she'd released him, Valentine was standing right beside her and he had greeted the Tenebrae warmly, far more friendlier than he used to be towards him. She'd got the impression that Valentine had expected her to do more than just hug Venturi. It had been written in his eyes when she'd looked at him. Had he thought she would kiss him? They'd never kissed before. If Valentine was alright with it, then she would happily kiss Venturi. It wasn't unknown for vampires to have more than one lover, but she'd never thought she'd be one of those vampires, not when Valentine had so clearly shown his jealous and protective side when it came to her and Venturi.
She idly twirled her long red hair around her finger and shifted so her corset wasn't digging into her stomach as much. Her eyes focused on the page again and she frowned at the sense of longing and need inside of her. Her thoughts had stirred desire and it burned through her.
A love slave.
Her glance shifted to the door and she made her decision. Standing, she took the book with her and clearly spoke the words. The stone in her amulet glowed brightly, fine purple threads of magic winding themselves around her fingers and symbols surfacing in the depths. She pressed her palm against the door, so the stone was touching it, and closed her eyes before saying the final word.
She reopened them when magic shot through her and watched it spread over the doorway like a barrier. The symbols appeared on the light green translucent wall of magic and then the whole thing faded until she could no longer see it.
Going back to the desk, she placed the book down and waited. As soon as Valentine walked through the door, and the invisible barrier, the spell would be cast on him. She straightened out her appearance and pulled her hair back into a ponytail.
Anticipation and excitement bubbled up in her stomach and she couldn't help smiling. She knew that when the spell eventually wore off, he would be having serious words with her about abusing her power, but she didn't care. She wanted to see if it worked and if she'd be able to command him to do anything.
The first command she was going to give him was to relax. He'd been so tense over the past few weeks. If the spell took his mind off his work for a night, then she was willing to face his anger.
There was a step in the hall, swift and confident. Valentine.
She stood, her stomach hot with expectation. The footsteps ceased, but more joined them. She frowned when the door opened and Valentine walked in. The green barrier shimmered into being for a moment as he passed through it and the smile that had been about to grace her lips when he looked stunned was replaced by her own look of shock.
Venturi had followed him.
She bolted to the door as he cleared the barrier and her eyes widened when she saw more people in the hall. She caught a glimpse of Hyperion's face before she slammed the door and pressed her forehead against it. Her fingers flicked the lock and her heavy breathing cut the dreadful silence.
There were muffled voices in the hall.
"Sorry ... magical backfire," she said.
A knock.
"Yes?" Her voice sounded weak and she furrowed her brows, her forehead still pressing hard against the wooden door. She couldn't believe what she'd done. She didn't want to turn around, didn't want to face the two men whose eyes she could feel boring into her.
An amused laugh rang through the door.
"Oh, shut up, Hyperion." She almost growled the words.
"We shall leave you with your two loves ... sweet Prophecy ... although you could have let me through. We would have had fun, without the need for a spell." His tone reflected the same amusement that had been in his laugh.
"I don't think I'm ready for you," she said with a smile of her own, remembering how seductive the lord of Validus could be with little effort on his part. After three thousand years on this earth, it seemed to come naturally to him. For her, love and everything that came with it was all so new. "Call on me in a hundred years or so."
He laughed again. "As you wish."
She listened to him saying they should leave the three to be alone and then focused on the retreating footsteps. When they'd disappeared, she fought to find the courage to face Valentine and Venturi.
She turned slowly and gave them a lopsided smile, her brows still furrowed. What had she done?
They both looked at her with eyes full of fire. There was so much hunger in Valentine's green eyes, and so much need in Venturi's blue ones.
She held her hands up by her side when Venturi went to approach her. Valentine snarled at him, baring his teeth, effectively stopping the Tenebrae in his tracks.
"I think there's a counter-spell," she said and began to hurry to the desk to find it.
She didn't make it two steps before she was in Valentine's arms and was being kissed with so much force it blinded her. She completely forgot about the spell and the world disappeared with it. The whole of her focus was on the way his mouth slid against hers, lips brushing and his teeth scraping her. A faint metallic tang of blood stirred her senses and she moaned as she wrapped her arms around his neck and threaded her fingers into his hair. His fingers tightened against her back, possessively holding her and igniting the fire inside of her.
When he eventually released her, her head was foggy and her lips were numb. She smiled dazedly and leaned against the desk as Valentine resumed his position next to Venturi. She wondered if they wanted her to choose between them. She looked at them both. How could she ever choose?
Valentine looked as dashing as always in his ball attire. The long black coat was decorated with silver embroidery around the cuffs and the stand up collar. It highlighted how pale his skin was and the blackness of his hair. His eyes were vivid green again, back to their natural state. She'd never grow tired of looking at him. He had such a regal air, his fine sculptured face and perfectly straight nose lending to his appearance, making him look proud. The beauty of him made everything pale in comparison.
He stood a little taller than his companion, his build lighter but by no means weaker.
Venturi brushed a long tendril of dirty blond hair from his face and she was glad of it. She always liked to see it clearly. His features weren't as noble as Valentine's, but he was handsome and they showed his Italian blood. His blue eyes were shining brightly at her, full of unspoken feelings and desire. Her gaze dropped to his mouth, to soft lips she had wanted to kiss for so long now.
The two men looked at each other and she was surprised when they didn't growl. Instead, they stared into each other's eyes and then turned their gazes on her. The intensity of them was overwhelming. Whatever silent communication had passed between them, it had clearly been about her and whether they were happy to play her slave together.
The idea of having both of them in her bed at the same time made her legs tremble. Her knees threatened to buckle beneath her. She held onto the desk for support and to stop herself from melting into a puddle as she waited to see what they would do.
They both smiled and their look was identical. It spoke of seduction and want, of hunger and need, and she got the startling impression that she was about to become a slave to them rather than their master.
"Valentine?" she whispered, giving him a concerned look.
His brow rose, an expression of curiosity flitting across his face.
"Are you sure about this ... because there's definitely a counter---" She was cut off as his mouth descended on hers again, so swift that she hadn't even seen him move.
Her eyes rolled closed and she moaned quietly when Venturi slid up beside her, his fingers ghosting over her bare shoulders. He shifted her so she was away from the desk and moved behind her. She furrowed her brows and then frowned when his lips coursed down her neck and Valentine continued to kiss her. Her senses screamed with the overload of pleasure and her heart said to take what they were willing to give her. It was her Death Day after all.
She couldn't have wished for a more perfect present.
When Valentine's lips left hers and he began kissing down the opposite side of her neck to Venturi, she couldn't stop herself from asking again. She had to be sure that he was fine with this, that everything between them would be the same when they came out from under the spell.
"Are you sure?" she said quietly into the shell of his ear.
He purred, a low rumble that made her stomach tight with need when Venturi joined in. Their dual purr vibrated through her and she surrendered to them, giving up the fight to get an answer. She'd worry about the repercussions tomorrow. This was too good to pass up on.
Taking hold of both their hands, she stepped out from between them and looked at them. They snarled at each other. Neither seemed willing to play together and she knew better than to push them into touching each other, no matter how delicious it would be to see it. She could see the tentative look in their eyes, the hesitation. They were happy to submit to her desire for them both and were accepting each other's presence, but that was as far as it would go. She didn't mind. The idea of having these two men at her mercy, their attention focused solely on her, was mind-blowing.
Stepping backwards, she smiled coyly and led them towards the bed, her mind conjuring images of what would happen once they got there---writhing naked bodies contrasting beautifully against the black silk sheets of her four-poster bed. The anticipation was almost too much to bear. With each step she took, she could feel the slickness in her underwear. The heat in her belly threatened to become an inferno and consume her.
When she stopped at the foot of the bed, she released their hands. She clicked her fingers and the lights turned off, candles springing into life in their place. The whole room was lit by a soft, warm glow, making the walls dark. She glanced over her shoulder at the four-poster bed. The black silk sheets and plush canopy shone in the candlelight, giving the whole room a den of iniquity look. She supposed that tonight it would be.
Her breath trembled as she released it, the excitement getting to her. She couldn't wait.
Licking her lips, she ran her eyes over both Valentine and Venturi. They wore patient looks, their faces emotionless, but their eyes sparkled with fire. The Devil she wanted them, right now, this instant. She wanted to feel them inside her, thrusting, filling her up. She wanted to feel connected to them and release these emotions bursting to get out of her.
Desire, passion, need, love.
"Who wants to undress me?" she said, gaining control of herself but losing it again the second they both stepped forwards.
They were surprisingly gentle and excruciatingly slow at their task. She felt as though they were teasing her, drawing everything out until she couldn't bear it any more. She watched them in turn as they carefully loosened the strings of her corset, the other removing it and placing it to one side. It was taking forever and she felt as though she was going to burst before they got her out of the dress. Their fingers kept grazing her skin as they removed her skirt and then her under dress. A trail of fire followed in the wake of each barely-there caress and she wondered if they knew what they were doing to her.
She smiled when Valentine carefully removed her amulet and placed it to one side.
Finally, and at long last, she was standing before them in nothing but her underwear. The black stockings reached high up her thighs, the matching black thong the only other article of clothing she wore. Her breasts were bare, moving freely as she stepped towards Valentine. She decided that he had to come first in all of this. He was her alpha male, her mate, and he deserved the most attention, regardless of how hungry she was to finally see Venturi in all his naked glory.
Unbuttoning Valentine's jacket, she slowly pushed it off his shoulders and tossed it onto the floor. He raised a brow at her and she grinned mischievously, knowing how much he hated it when she did that. He loved everything in order and neat. She liked to pass through her life like a hurricane, leaving mess everywhere.
She licked her lips and focused on her hands as she undid his shirt buttons one by one, her fingers brushing against his chest as she peeled his shirt apart little by little. Tugging the hem of it out of his black trousers, she undid the remaining buttons and opened the shirt by running her hands up his torso. He tensed beneath her, his muscles bunching and revealing themselves. Her stomach tightened and she bit her lower lip, drinking in the sight of him. She drew the shirt down his arms and then set to work on his trousers.
His belt and zip gave way easily under her fingers and she slowed to a snail's pace as she pushed them down over his hips, revealing the hard length of his cock. Her fingers trembled and she ran them over it, teasing the soft head and wondering how the sight of him naked always managed to get her so hot, as though it was their first time all over again. How many times had they done this since then? They'd been nothing short of adventurous in the bedroom over the past year but she still shook with anticipation every time.
Giving him a brief but passionate kiss, she sighed against his mouth and steadied herself for what came next.
She turned her back on Valentine and came to face Venturi. His eyes darkened as she leaned backwards into Valentine's chest and rubbed her backside against his cock. She loved the feel of it sliding against her.
Bringing her arm up over her shoulder, she hooked it around the back of Valentine's head as he kissed her neck, his fingers tightly grasping her hips. He ground against her and she moaned, her eyes hooding as she tried to keep them fixed on Venturi.
He removed his jacket and her gaze instantly dropped to his trousers. Her eyes narrowed when she saw the outline of his erection as it pushed against the black material. Her clit throbbed and she bit back a moan when Valentine scraped blunt teeth along her throat.
Stepping out of his embrace, she moved across the room to unwrap her other present.
Venturi was already undoing the buttons of his shirt as she approached. She didn't know whether to stop where she was and admire him as he gradually revealed himself to her, or to step forwards and do it for herself.
Watching him peel his black shirt off, she ached to run her fingers over his bare chest, exploring every inch of him and memorising the subtle differences between his body and Valentine's. He threw the shirt to one side and gave her a look that clearly said he was waiting.
She swallowed her nerves and stepped up to him, her eyes tracing each delicious curve of his torso and slowly working their way downwards. She looked up into his eyes and held his gaze as she took a deep breath and cupped his erection. He twitched beneath her fingers, fire invading his eyes and his lips parting. She could see the need and the hunger in him, and could feel it too. She lightly ran her fingers over his concealed cock and he moaned, his brows knitting tight and his eyes narrowing.
The Devil he felt good, better than she'd dreamed.
Licking her lips to wet them, she tried to keep her breathing steady as she undid his belt and then the button of his trousers. She didn't take her eyes off his as she slid the zipper down and eased her hand inside. She wasn't surprised to find he didn't have any underwear on. The skin of his rigid shaft was smooth beneath her fingers, silky and luring her into touching it more. She loved the feel of it and it seemed Venturi loved the feeling of her touching it, because he moaned again, this time biting his lip.
Her gaze dropped to his mouth and she clenched with desire when she saw sharp canines rather than blunt teeth. His black eyes bore into hers when she met them again.
Moving closer, so her body was brushing against his, she kept one hand on his cock and caressed his chest with the other. His muscles were hard under her fingers, tensed and ready. Her eyes became hooded as she stared at his mouth again and slowly tiptoed, bringing her lips to his. She wanted to know what it was like to kiss him but she wouldn't rush this. It had to be slow, tender, and everything she'd imagined it would be.
He seemed to feel the same way as her because he brought his head down to meet hers at the same slow pace. She was aware of Valentine behind her, watching them, and the feeling that this was on some level forbidden, made it all the more intense. She knew that Valentine would be able to sense her feelings, as clearly as she could sense his. There was no anger in them, no jealousy. There was only desire and need.
A spark ran through her when her mouth finally met Venturi's. His lips were soft as they brushed hers, cool and inviting. She kept the kiss light at first, just grazing his mouth with her own, and then deepened it until his lips parted and his tongue met hers. She moaned at the feel of it sliding along hers and then clenched his cock in her hand and dug her fingernails into his chest when his incisors scraped her lip. The taste of blood instantly filled her senses, heightening everything and making her lose a little of the control she was desperately holding onto. She wrapped her arms around his neck and forced her tongue into his mouth, cutting it further and spilling blood. Her teeth sharpened and she caught a different taste as his tongue was cut by them. The taste of it drove her on, and she groaned when Venturi grabbed her backside and ground against her. He lifted her a little off the floor, kissing her hard and deep, stealing her blood at the same time as she stole his. She could feel it escape the corners of her mouth and trickle down her chin.
Her eyes shot wide open when Valentine stepped up behind her, his hands somehow finding a gap between her and Venturi and cupping her breasts. He teased her nipples and she squeezed her eyes shut when he rubbed his cock against her backside. She was so tempted to wrap her legs around Venturi and impale herself on his length, but she resisted, not wanting to hurry into anything.
Instead, she brought her mouth away from Venturi's and craned her neck so she could reach Valentine. He leaned over her shoulder, his mouth descending on hers in a passionate kiss that stole her breath away. His tongue traced the inside of her mouth, lapping up the blood there, and she tackled it with her own. She felt his teeth scrape against it and nicked his tongue, adding his blood to the mix. It was intoxicating, even more so than the spell.
Valentine moaned into her mouth and thrust his cock against her. She arched her back into him and held onto him with one hand while her other kept hold of Venturi. She groaned when Venturi licked her nipple, teasing it into a hardness that was almost painful. He sucked it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and occasionally nipping it with his blunt teeth. Her head became fuzzy, her thoughts colliding with each other and then disappearing as she gave herself over completely to the pleasure. The feeling of both of them touching and teasing her was nothing like she'd expected. It went beyond it. It was a pleasure so good that it felt as though it shouldn't exist and she felt weak with it, consumed by it.
Venturi bit down lightly on her nipple and then tugged at it. His hand slid around under her thigh and raised it up, pulling it to one side at the same time. He ground against her pussy, hard enough that the friction made her throb with hunger when his cock rubbed against her clit. He lifted her other leg and Valentine's hands hooked under her arms, his fingers torturing her nipples. She was suspended by them, Venturi grinding against her pussy as Valentine thrust against her backside. Venturi kissed up her chest, licking at the other nipple as Valentine's hand moved to her neck. He stroked it lightly, a touch so barely-there it drove her insane with need. It tickled and sent shivers through her, making her mind race to imagine him biting her. He kissed the other side of her neck and then gently bit down with blunt teeth.
She moaned and writhed against them both. She had to do something before they made her burst. Opening her eyes, she stared at the ceiling above her and sighed out her breath, gaining a modicum of control over herself.
"Release me and go to the bed," she said and was surprised when they did.
They gently lowered her to the floor and she was thankful that Valentine didn't let her go because her knees gave way. He held her, a slight smile on his lips. He looked pleased.
When she felt able to stand by herself, she motioned for him to join Venturi on the bed. They lay next to each other, both gloriously naked and waiting. She frowned and moaned at the sight of them, their cocks hard and jutting proudly from their hips.
Crawling onto the bed, she made her way up their legs, lavishing equal attention on them with kisses so light she wondered if they could feel them. She spread their legs, making the ones in the middle touch so she could straddle them. When she reached their cocks, she stopped and eyed them both. They weren't much different, Venturi's a little larger than Valentine's, but she knew the kind of skill he had with it firsthand and knew that size didn't count for everything.
Glancing up at them, she smiled when she saw they were both watching her, hunger written clearly in their eyes along with a silent order. She obeyed them, sitting back on their knees and running her hands up their lengths. She ran her left fingers over the head of Valentine's cock, catching the pearl of pre-cum that lingered there, and then did the same to Venturi with her right. Looking at both of them, she brought the two drops to her lips and licked them off. Both men growled at her, their cocks twitching for more.
She took a deep breath and leaned over, running her hand up Venturi's as she ran her tongue up Valentine's. She swirled it around the head, dipping it into the slit, and then wrapped her lips around it and took him into her. She suckled him for a few seconds before moving over to Venturi's and sucking him. He tasted good. She licked up the length of him, listening to him moaning and feeling him tense beneath her. When she reached the head of his cock, she opened her mouth and lowered it over him until he touched the back of her throat. She sucked him and fisted Valentine at the same pace. They both thrust against her, groaning and writhing beneath her.
She pulled back and gave them a wicked grin. They frowned.
"Kneel," she said and they immediately did as she'd asked. She'd figured it out now. If she didn't command them, then they were free to do whatever they wanted, almost as if there wasn't a spell on them. But the moment she uttered an order, they had to do as she said.
When they were kneeling before her, she shifted them so they were almost facing each other and took hold of their cocks. She gave them a quick look and wondered if this was going to overstep the mark, and then decided to risk it any way. Kneeling, she alternately licked and sucked their cocks, fondling their balls. A thrill coursed through her whenever they moaned. This was too good to be happening.
When she took hold of both of their cocks in one hand, they tensed, but she didn't let it stop her. Their cocks looked beautiful pressed against each other and she wished she could step back and see them like it fully, but she didn't want to risk Valentine and Venturi breaking apart. She had to distract them from the fact their naked bodies were touching. Keeping hold them, she slid her hand down towards the base of their erections and forced them to move closer together. She smiled when Venturi thrust into her hand, his cock rubbing against Valentine's when he did so. They both groaned but it quickly turned into a growl. Closing her eyes, she licked the heads of both of them, dipping her tongue into the crevices and flicking them. She moaned at the thought of what she was doing and then took them both into her mouth, sucking them in unison.
They both moaned and this time it didn't end in a growl. She pressed her thighs together, hungry for more, and kept sucking them, her tongue flicking around their soft heads and tracing patterns over them. She could taste the salty tang of their pre-cum as it mingled with her saliva and ran down onto her hand. Licking it all up, she gave them one last suck and then released them. Looking at them, she tried to decide what to do next. She moved closer, pressing her body against them and bit her lip when both men cupped her bottom.
She smiled at Valentine.
"Lie down." She pushed his chest a little and he did as she'd ordered.
Turning to Venturi, she thought long and hard what to do with him. Her eyes dropped to his cock and she licked her lips, wanting to taste it again. He was so hard and ready for her, another drop of pre-cum shining on his head.
She moved around to face Valentine and leaned over him, kissing him and shivering with desire as his fingers traced down her back and grabbed her bottom. He thrust up against her hips and her pussy throbbed. Her eyes widened when Venturi came up behind her and raised her backside a little. She looked over her shoulder at him as Valentine kissed her neck, one hand teasing her breasts.
Venturi lowered his gaze to her bottom and she looked there too. She watched him run his fingers down the crack of her backside and up again. He slipped his fingers into the string of her thong and pulled it down to her knees and then off over her ankles. Watching, waiting, she held her breath as he returned to her, his fingers repeating the motion over her backside. She shifted her legs apart a little in a silent invitation and struggled to keep her eyes locked with his as he pushed his finger up inside her. He stared at his hand as he thrust one finger and then two into her slick channel. She moaned and pushed back against him, her skin turning to fire as his other hand palmed her buttocks and Valentine rubbed his cock against her hip.
Kissing Valentine, she focused on the feeling of his lips against hers and the way Venturi was plundering her with his fingers. He removed them and she frowned before she felt them go back in again. It felt different and when he nudged a slick finger against her anus, she realised he'd swapped hands. She spread herself further when he rubbed her puckered hole with his thumb and thrust his fingers into her at the same time. It was maddening. The pleasure was becoming too much too soon, and neither of them had even entered her yet. She couldn't stop her hips from moving as Venturi deepened his thrusts and pressed his thumb into her anus.
She moaned her release into Valentine's mouth, panting as she kissed him and quivered around Venturi's fingers. She almost bit Valentine's tongue when Venturi spread her nether lips and licked her pussy, noisily sucking her juices from her. He tightly held her thighs so she couldn't move away and his tongue flicked against her clit, teasing it and arousing her again.
When he released her, she shifted around and licked Valentine's cock, savouring the tiny drop of cum coating it. Valentine moaned and she smiled when she felt the pleasure running through him. It was a connection she'd always loved, being able to speak with him telepathically and feel everything that he was. It was reassuring, especially at a time like this when she had to be sure she wasn't upsetting him.
Looking at his cock, she lightly traced her fingers over its flesh and along the thick veins. She wanted him inside her, wanted their connection to go deeper. She kept her eyes fixed on it and straddled Valentine's stomach, her back to his face. Moving forwards, she looked over her shoulder and thanked him with a smile when he took hold of his erection and positioned himself at her slick entrance. She was so wet that he slid easily into her, stretching her in a way that she'd always taken immense pleasure from. She settled onto him, keeping still for a moment and relishing the feeling of him inside her, filling her wholly and completely. He kneaded her buttocks, fingers pressing into her flesh and pulling them apart occasionally.
She took hold of his hands and brought them to her hips, holding them there as she began to move, raising herself a few inches and then slowly sliding back down his cock. She kept the pace slow and intense, not wanting it to be over too soon now that he was inside her. His grip on her hips tightened and she smiled when he began to move her, effortlessly lifting and then impaling her on his length. She spread her legs further and leaned forwards a little, changing their position so he was deeper and tighter inside her. He half groaned, half growled, and she felt it rumble through her. She answered with her own low growl of satisfaction.
It felt so damn good that she couldn't help herself.
Every time his cock thrust into her, her stomach tightened a little more, the fire inside of her burning higher, fanned by his movements. She let him keep the pace, giving over control of the situation to him, knowing that he'd not stop until she was quivering and begging him.
Her gaze slid across to Venturi. He was still kneeling beside them, watching their coupling with intense blue eyes. After a moment of looking at him, his eyes shifted to meet hers. She smiled and crooked a finger, not wanting him to be left out. He swept his blond hair from his face and ran a hand down his cock, and then moved across the bed to her. She pointed to the spot in front of her and moaned when Valentine thrust deeper into her, his cock slamming hard against her spot and then his movements slowing again. She tensed around him and his fingers dug into her flesh as a moan escaped him, his hips jerking before he regained control. A smile teased her lips and she felt like telling him that it would teach him for torturing her with a moment of roughness.
Bringing her attention back to Venturi, she stared into his eyes. She wasn't surprised to see the affection lingering there along with the desire. There was a part of her that couldn't believe this was happening either, but she wasn't going to waste time wondering if it was all just some delicious fantasy. She fully intended to make the most of having two men at her mercy.
Trailing her eyes down his body, she followed them with her fingers, scraping nails over his hard flesh and watching it tense. He stiffened, his body jerking each time she ran her nails across his stomach. She weaved them in a wavy line down to his cock and then ran her fingers lightly up its length. She swiped the pad of her thumb over his head and he moaned. Valentine thrust into her again, hard and demanding before becoming slow and deep again, ripping a moan from her throat and making her close her eyes for a moment to savour the wave of pleasure that had crashed over her. She tensed around him, biting her lip at the feeling of his cock sliding into her and waiting until the fire in her belly was hotter than it had ever been before relaxing again.
She opened her eyes and watched Venturi's hand wrapping around his erection. Removing it, she cupped his backside with her other hand and brought him closer to her. Valentine continued to move her on his cock, his hips curling with each down thrust he forced her to make. She groaned and moved against him, shifting her hips in a figure of eight until he growled again and held her steady. She could sense it was too much for him, and his determination to draw their coupling out only made her want to cum even more.
Licking her lips to wet them, she wrapped one hand around Venturi's cock and began stroking it in time with Valentine's thrusts into her pussy. She waited a moment until Venturi's hands were on her shoulders, and then took him into her mouth. She was merciless, sucking him hard and pumping with her hand at the same time, letting her desire to thrust against Valentine and fuck him into oblivion rule her actions with Venturi. She was rough, hard and couldn't stop herself from moaning when Venturi groaned above her and grabbed her hair. Each time Valentine lifted her, it pulled her away from Venturi's cock, but with each down thrust, she sucked him back inside, as deep as she could go, filling herself with both of them. She held him tightly, clenching her muscles around Valentine's length at the same time, all the while moaning hotly against Venturi's cock as it rammed into her mouth. Her senses seemed to separate, scattering into the ether as pure pleasure took over, filling every inch of her until she felt as though she was no longer in control of herself. Valentine moved her faster on his cock, slamming into her relentlessly, striking deep inside her and making her thighs quiver. Venturi's fingers buried into her hair and he held her head tightly, his cock thrusting into her mouth, almost gagging her, and she swallowed everything he gave as he came with a roar.
She moaned out her release against his cock, not wanting to relinquish it until every last drop of his spending had been licked up. Her whole body trembled with her orgasm as it crashed over her, sweeping her along with it and blinding her. Her eyes shot open as Valentine rammed himself into her, adding a little pain to her pleasure, and released himself, throbbing and thrusting as he came.
When Venturi sat back and she lost her grip on him, she slumped forwards and with shaking hands, held onto Valentine's knees. She breathed hard, her senses struggling to put themselves back together as she tried to focus on the bed in front of her. Valentine lifted her gently off his cock and manoeuvred her until she was nestled close to him with her head against his chest. He was panting, breathing as hard as she was, and she closed her eyes, latching onto his feelings of sated hunger and the lingering desire that was stirring again deep inside him. She smiled when Venturi came up beside her, his body pressed against her back and his arm hooking over her stomach. He cleared the hair from her neck and kissed it. She sighed out her breath and then smiled again when she realised that he was breathing heavily too. She added it to her list of times that Venturi actually breathed, and realised that they were always related to her.
His fingertips gently grazed her skin, swirling in circles so light it was almost ticklish. She moaned quietly, encouraging him, and then felt incredibly content when Valentine joined in. He rolled to face her, one hand cupping her breast and his thumb playing over her nipple. Her brow rose when Venturi nudged against her backside and she realised he was hard again, ready for more.
Running her hand along Valentine's side, she slipped it downwards when she reached his hip and felt that he was beginning to grow hard for her again. She teased him, stroking his flesh and thinking about what they could do next. The feeling of both of them inside her, one way or another, had been so good, giving her a satisfaction that shouldn't be legal. It was almost addictive and she craved to feel it again. The two men were her slaves, but in that moment, she'd felt as though she was theirs and they were the master. She'd been at their mercy, unable to control what was happening and helpless. She'd loved it. She'd loved the feeling of them doing whatever they wanted with her body, knowing that they wouldn't hurt her and would do anything to please her.
Venturi thrust against the crack of her backside, wedging his cock there as he pressed persuasive kisses to her throat. She moved back against him, not letting his evident hunger for her distract her from her thoughts. When Valentine kissed her and curled his hips, thrusting into her palm, she knew what she wanted.
She moved, wriggling until she was on her back, and stretching her arms out above her. Valentine and Venturi both stopped to look at her and she groaned at the sight of them, two beautiful men laying either side of her and giving her looks that asked what her next command was. She could get used to this.
She looked at them, studying their faces and smiling. They were beautiful, unlike anything she'd ever seen before, and she loved them both, although not equally. Valentine would always be first in her heart. As her mate, he deserved a higher standing than Venturi. But she loved the Tenebrae dearly too.
Two lords at her command, masters of their bloodlines.
It was definitely too good to be true.
She'd probably fallen asleep on her desk while waiting for Valentine to show up and was dreaming all of this.
But what a sweet dream it was.
She came out of her thoughts when fingers brushed over the sensitive flesh of her pussy. Strong hands pulled her thighs apart and she looked down to see Valentine's hand moving her right one while Venturi's moved her left. Her eyes widened when they both shifted downwards until their heads were above her breasts. They widened further when Valentine slid two fingers into her wet core and began a slow thrusting. At the same time, Venturi's fingers circled her clit, stirring her desire back into life and making her want to close her eyes as both men pleasured her. She moaned when they both lowered their heads and pulled one of her nipples into their mouth, sucking and flicking it until they were hard peaks of pleasure that bordered on pain.
It was too much.
She could so definitely get used to this.
Holding their heads to her breasts, she closed her eyes and relaxed into the bed. Pleasure swept her away like a tide, lifting and lightening her body until she was sure she'd float away if it weren't for her two anchors. She gave a gasp when they shifted and she felt two fingers slide into her, thrusting at opposite times. The dual teasing would undo her before she had a chance to feel them inside her again and she didn't want to have to wait for her body to recover again. Mewling, she writhed under their touch and they both sucked harder on her nipples, their tongues constantly laving the hard peaks.
Her stomach tensed, the warning sign of impending orgasm. She pushed against them, giving them a silent command to stop what they were doing. She had to have them inside her again, had to surrender to them and let them take her until her mind numbed with the pleasure.
Both of them pushed themselves up and looked down at her, their confused looks making her smile.
"Come back inside," she whispered and their eyes darkened in unison. "I need to feel you both in me."
They grinned, fiendishly exposing sharp canines that made a jolt run through her. The flames of desire exploded into an inferno and her voice trembled when she next spoke.
"And stay like that ... both of you..." The thought of their heightened strength being used in their love game made slick moisture pool in her pussy. She clenched her muscles and moaned when her clit throbbed. She needed them back inside.
Sitting up, she stared at them as they moved to kneel before her, both wearing patient looks as they waited for their next order. Their cocks twitched and she struggled to keep her hands off them. She didn't want to tease them before they entered her. She wanted them to last as long as possible and not stop until they had both spent themselves in her, regardless of how blind with pleasure she became.
"I could beg, plead and order you to stop ... but don't ... not until you can't take any more. I want to feel you both," she said, giving a pointed look to their erections and then trailing her eyes up over their chests to their faces. "I want you to be in control."
They grinned again, their canines shining in the warm light.
"Venturi," she said, and bent over onto all fours. She wriggled her backside at him and he sneered, his black eyes narrowing on it.
She smiled at Valentine and motioned with her head for him to come to her. He did, kneeling before her and looking down into her eyes as she looked up. He was an imposing figure from this angle, smooth marble skin sculpted to perfection but marked with battle scars, some of which she had witnessed happen.
His bright blue eyes watched her like a hawk. She felt as though she was his prey, a lamb to the slaughter. Her whole body trembled when he smiled that slight smile of his, exposing the points of his canines.
Her gaze lowered to his cock and she tentatively licked up the length of it. Venturi's hands were cold against her hips and it was hard to stop herself from tensing when he nudged her knees together and moved astride them. This was one thing she'd never thought would happen with him, especially not with Valentine in the room.
As she wrapped her lips around Valentine's hard cock, Venturi eased himself into her tight core, burying himself as deep as possible. She stilled for a moment and smiled when both men sighed over being back inside her. Pushing back against Venturi at the same time as she began to suck and lick Valentine's length, she closed her eyes and waited.
Venturi pulled out and slammed deep into her, sending a wave of tingles through her that made her moan. His fingers dug into her hips and he thrust again, starting up a hard and deep pace that made her feel sure she was going to cum before long. She focused on Valentine's cock, using it as a distraction to keep herself from clenching Venturi as he rammed into her, snarling. She growled and arched her back when Valentine grabbed her head with both of his hands and began to gently thrust into her mouth. Forcing her throat to relax, she swallowed him down as deep as she could without gagging and stopped her breathing.
With both of them thrusting into her, she felt like a slave to their lust and desire. She was powerless to resist them and thrilled at letting them take her body. Venturi growled behind her and quickened his pace, pounding her as though he had little control over himself and was a slave to his need for her. The air was filled with their combined moans and the sound of flesh hitting flesh. She tensed around Venturi's cock and as he slammed into her from behind, stars exploded in front of her eyes and her body quivered with release. He slowed but she growled, urging him on and silently pleading him to obey what she'd said and keep going for as long as he could before coming.
Valentine continued to fuck her mouth, his long cock filling it and making drool run down her chin as he drew out and forced himself in again. She licked all around him as he slowed, a strange calm contrast to the frenzied thrusts of Venturi behind her. She could feel her juices leaving her, flowing down over her clit and into her curly hair as Venturi slid into her, his grip still tight on her hips, unrelenting.
She gave a muffled 'more' and took Valentine deep into her mouth, her tongue flicking along his cock and teasing his head as she clenched Venturi, begging for another release. Her body shook with need and fatigue, but she wouldn't give in to the latter. She wanted endless bliss, wanted this to go on forever, and she wouldn't stop until the spell lifted or she passed out.
Venturi squeezed her knees together and rammed hard into her, sending another orgasm crashing through her and making her temporarily forget to suck Valentine. He growled and grabbed a fistful of her hair, shoving his cock into her mouth. She smiled at how demanding he was being and sucked him as hard and deep as she could. Her reward was a mouthful of thick cum and she swallowed it down, not releasing him until he had finished twitching. She licked him as Venturi continued to fuck her, her backside hitting him hard as their flesh met and fell away again. He growled and it vibrated through her. She tensed, wanting to find another release, but was too weak to hold it. Her whole body felt flushed with desire and she mewled as she struggled to push herself into coming.
She squeezed her eyes shut when he pushed her knees apart and leaned over her. His fingers danced against her pert clit, squeezing and stroking it, pushing her towards an orgasm. He deepened his thrusts into her and she almost screamed as blinding light pierced through the darkness of her closed eyes, her mind emptying and her whole body shaking as she came. He growled and jerked against her, thrusting into her and shooting his load.
Collapsing to the bed, she felt Venturi slip from her folds and drifted away into oblivion.
She didn't know how long she'd slept, but she woke to a feeling of tightness in her belly and frowned as she came to her senses. She was lying on her side on the bed and someone was behind her, moving inside her with slow gentle thrusts that calmed and soothed her.
She moaned quietly and took a deep breath. It was Valentine. She could smell him close to her and could sense his feelings. It was all tender love and affection, and she felt the same. She kissed his hand as he brushed it across her lips and then closed her eyes, savouring the quiet and intimate connection after the tempest of earlier.
"Let me see you," she whispered and he pulled out of her, rolling her onto her back and nestling himself between her thighs.
She sighed when he filled her again, his movements slow and gentle, making her feel as though she'd come through the storm and was now floating on calm warm seas. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and then hooked her legs around his hips. He smiled at her, not a slight one this time, but a wide smile full of love that looked as though he hadn't been able to contain it. His eyes brightened with it, emerald pools of tenderness that made her warm inside. She smiled back at him, showing him that she loved him and hoping he'd be able to sense it in her.
Peace surrounded them and they made no sound as they moved against each other. She loved being skin on skin with him, sharing a quiet intimate moment like this. It made her feel the true depth of her love for him, and his for her. Here in this place, nothing else mattered.
Valentine lowered his head and captured her lips. Kissing her, he slowed his thrusts until he was barely moving inside of her. He wanted to savour this connection, make it last as long as possible so he could absorb the beautiful feelings she was showing him. He knew that on some level it was about reassurance over what they were doing, but he doubted that she could see that. She was probably thinking about the connection too, and the countless times they'd done this.
He needed it today more than ever. Her little spell had brought him much needed distraction from his duties and even though it was wearing off, he still wanted to indulge her fantasies. It was her Death Day, and in moments like this, he knew that he was always first in her heart.
He lowered his mouth to her neck, kissing along the sensitive flesh as she held him closer. He frowned when he felt a pang of sadness in her and pulled back, staring into her eyes. He brushed the backs of his fingers against her cheek and tried to draw her feelings out of her, wanting to know what had caused such a sudden change.
"Never leave me," she whispered, eyes sparkling with tears.
He was taken back to how it had been all those months ago, fighting for their lives and to save the world, unable to voice how they felt about each other until that pinnacle moment. She'd told him to turn her fully, to make her his for eternity, and he had, because life without her wasn't worth living.
"Never," he whispered against her lips and kissed her. She tightened against him and he could feel the strength of her restraint as she tried not to cry. This was supposed to be a happy day and a mindless night of passion. She'd given him reassurance at the start, but had left none for herself. "I shall never leave you, my love."
He felt her smile against his lips and hers trembled as she kissed him, holding him tight and so close to her he could barely move. He eased into her again, keeping it slow and deep. It was as fulfilling as it had ever been, always been. He couldn't get enough of her and felt as though he was drowning in his feelings, emotions only she had ever made him truly feel.
Prophecy closed her eyes, making the tears that had been in them slip down the sides of her face. She focused everything on kissing him, on savouring this moment as though it would be their last, and on making him see how much she loved him. Her fingers threaded into his hair as he kissed along her jaw and purred into her ear. She couldn't stop herself from responding with her own purr as he thrust into her, sending shivers of pleasure across her skin.
She bit her lower lip when his teeth ghosted over her throat and she silently begged him to do it. She wanted to feel it, wanted it to push her over the edge again. Her senses told her that the spell was wearing off and she was beginning to grow scared that it was all going to fall apart now. Valentine would grow angry with her. Venturi would never speak to her again.
She clung to Valentine and her heart melted when he whispered sweet words of reassurance into her ear. She hoped they were true. He wouldn't leave her and everything was all right.
When Valentine curled his hips up and came, she tensed around him and used the feeling of his cock throbbing inside her to move her to her own orgasm. She sighed out her breath and held onto him, not letting him leave her.
"I love you," he whispered into her ear and her smile widened.
"Hmm, I love you too." She cupped his cheek and lured him in for a kiss. She wondered if she had been dreaming when she realised that she couldn't see or sense Venturi in the room.
Valentine slid out of her and pressed a brief kiss to her lips.
She stretched out on the bed, feeling so boneless that she could melt into it. Smiling to herself, she twirled strands of hair around her fingers and looked at Valentine. He was watching her, vivid green eyes not hiding anything, and it was a relief to see them so full of love and affection. There wasn't the slightest hint of anger or annoyance in them or his feelings.
Sitting up, she looked around and frowned at the empty room. When Venturi walked out of the bathroom, completely nude and drying himself off with a towel, her frown lifted and she smiled. Clearly she'd been asleep a while if her companions had decided to shower. She ran her fingers through Valentine's hair and realised he'd not had one yet.
Valentine kissed her cheek. She nuzzled him and then left the bed and walked past Venturi to the bathroom. Cleaning herself up, she stared in the empty mirror at the vacant room behind her. She didn't know why she still had a mirror when she couldn't see her reflection.
She threw the tissues away and turned to look at Valentine and Venturi. Venturi was watching her, drying himself off, and her eyes slid easily over his body to his cock. He was hard again, rigid with need, but when she brought her eyes back up to meet his, she could see a change in them. The spell was definitely wearing off. No longer commanded by the lust it had ignited in all of them, they were all beginning to feel a little nervous.
Well, all but Valentine.
He walked into the bathroom and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against him as he licked her neck. She shuddered and closed her eyes, wishing he'd go through with it and stop teasing her. She wanted to feel his fangs in her, wanted that delicious head rush that came with him stealing blood from her. She wanted to bite him back. He had such strong blood, it was like a drug.
When he released her, she looked at Venturi again, remembering how potent his blood was. She'd only ever tasted a little of it, but it was strong. His age had given him strength. A flash of heat swept over her when she remembered how strong Hyperion's blood had been. Three times Venturi's age at three thousand years old, Hyperion had blood so potent that only a sip of it had made her feel invincible.
She shook herself out of her thoughts before they could dive down the avenue of wondering what tonight would've been like had she let him in.
Valentine whispered something in her ear and then stepped into the shower. It was all the permission she needed to bring things onto a calmer level with Venturi. She had thirty minutes alone with him.
Walking into the room, she heard the bathroom door click shut and thanked Valentine for this gift of time with Venturi. She could see in his blue eyes that he needed it. The confidence and hunger the spell had given him had lifted and now he looked hesitant. When she got closer to him, she smiled reassuringly, hoping to chase away the fear in his eyes.
Taking hold of his hands, she led him to the bed and waited until he was laying down on it before kneeling beside him. She leaned over and swept the wet hair from his face and then took the towel from him. His quietness surprised her. She'd always thought that he'd be passionate and hungry if they had time alone together, but instead he was laying on the bed looking at her with eyes full of muddled emotions.
She sat close to him, bringing her knees up to her chest, her hip and ankle pressed against his side. Holding his gaze, she ran her fingers lightly over his cheek and frowned at the cut there. His look shifted, eyes revealing something other than fear and desire.
Fatigue.
Realising what he needed, she knelt astride him and flattened his cock against his belly. His eyes darkened for a moment, but she chased away his desire by running her hands up his torso, her palms pressing in as she began to massage him.
Venturi sighed out what little breath he had and struggled against his desire to close his eyes as Prophecy worked all the tension out of him. With each pass of her hands, sweeping over his body, she chased away a little more of the pressure and lifted more of the weight from his shoulders. He watched her face, studying her and devouring the affection in her expression as she worked to relax him. He couldn't help feeling tense. Everything before this moment had been beyond his control, but now he was alone with her and it seemed Valentine wasn't going to be coming back soon. He had to remember to thank the Aurorea for giving him this time with his mate. It was beyond his expectations.
He sighed again when Prophecy leaned over him, pressing soft open-mouthed kisses against his skin as she continued to work out the knots in his muscles.
He hadn't realised how tired he was until now. The constant fight to protect the gate to Hell seemed miles away, nothing more than a distant memory. His eyes followed Prophecy's every move. Tonight had brought to his attention just how much he'd missed her over this long time apart. When she'd greeted him in the ballroom, he'd wanted to cry with the relief of seeing her. He fought for her, each night without fail. He fought to keep her safe from the creatures intent on making this world theirs. He fought to keep their love alive. Seeing her had stirred such emotions that he hadn't known how to contain them, and when she'd kissed his cheek and told him that she'd missed him, he'd been unable to speak, to do anything but hold her and savour her, and give himself something to hold onto in the coming months.
Now she had given him so much more than that.
The love she'd never been able to put a voice to was there in her eyes, bright and shining and beautiful. He didn't need to hear the words to know how she felt. Each time they spoke on the telephone it was there in her voice, in every word that she said, even if she was speaking of battles and strategies.
Taking hold of her hand, he pulled her down to him, drawing her close and wrapping one arm around her. He'd never thought he'd have this. To be this near to her, to touch her like this, was something from a dream.
He rolled her onto her back and in one fluid move he was inside her, buried as deep as he could get and ready to die right there. He stilled his hips, containing himself, and looked into her eyes. She smiled at him, her dark eyes still reflecting all his feelings.
Lowering his head, he lightly kissed her as he began to move, thrusting long and deep into her. He could feel her in every inch of him, was engulfed by his feelings for her and thoughts of how much this moment meant to him. This was a dream, a delicious fantasy.
Prophecy broke the kiss and stared into Venturi's blue eyes, drowning in the depth of emotion she could read in them. She tightened around his length, memorising the subtle differences between Valentine and him, and savouring this moment of completion between them. Long months spent worrying about him faded away and she vowed that she could endure a year of not seeing him if they could have this when they were together.
She held his gaze as he thrust into her, slow, long and so deep that she would come undone before long. She cupped his cheek, brushing her thumb against it and absorbing all the love he held in his eyes. Doing this with him felt wrong on some levels but right on so many others. Valentine had given his permission for this to happen. The doubts and fears that were pushing at the back of her mind meant nothing. Valentine wouldn't leave her, and neither would Venturi.
He lowered his head and pressed light kisses to her cheek, one for each thrust he made into her. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the fire burning inside of her, the flames of her desire licking through her body with each stroke of his cock. He was so deep, so close, that she felt as though he was a part of her. Holding onto him, she clung to him like she had to Valentine, silently praying that what they were doing wouldn't put an end to their growing relationship. She wanted things to remain unchanged between them, only altered in a positive way.
He whispered words into her ear that made her heart clench. She knew he loved her, had seen it in his eyes so many times, even when he'd been fighting his feelings and she'd been battling hers. She wished she could tell him how she felt, but she'd never been able to put a voice to her feelings. Fear of losing Valentine had sworn her heart to silence, but she got the feeling that when the sun set tomorrow evening, her voice would be free.
Venturi growled in her ear as he came, taking her with him, and then it melted into a deep rumble of a purr that made her hold him tighter and stroke his hair. She knew what this meant to him, what it meant to them both, and her heart said that Valentine knew too. That was why he'd given her time alone with Venturi. He'd wanted her to seal the bond between them as best they could without being able to mate. He trusted her.
She smiled and stared at the canopy above when Venturi kissed her neck. He was trembling and she could sense the struggle within him. He couldn't bite her, no matter how much he wanted to. To mark a mated vampire without permission was to subject both yourself and that vampire to excruciating pain.
He drew himself out of her and rolled onto his back. She heard him heave a long sigh and noticed that this time he wasn't breathing. She wasn't panting either. Their dance had been slow and intense, not fast and passionate. It had left her soul breathless, not her body.
She purred when Valentine pressed a kiss to her foot and slowly worked his way up her thigh. A thought flitted across her mind, but she knew better than to go through with it. As much as she wanted a shower, she would have to wait. She couldn't leave the two men on their own now that the spell was clearly wearing off.
Her eyes closed and she relaxed into the bed when Venturi joined Valentine in his exploration of her. She stretched her arms out by her side and melted as they both moved achingly slow over her body, kissing her so lightly it tickled. Moaning, she encouraged them to continue, resisting the lure of sleep as it beckoned her.
The sun would rise soon.
She reached out with her senses and checked Valentine and then Venturi. Both of them were tired, as tired as she was. They wouldn't be able to resist sleeping when the sun broke the horizon. She was running out of time, but felt no urge to hurry. She could fall asleep now and be happy with this night they'd had together. She'd float away to dreams of them and hopefully wake to find this had really happened.
Valentine reached her breasts and swirled his tongue around a nipple, blowing on it to harden it. Her hand came up and brushed over the smooth skin of his shoulder. He felt warm beneath her touch and she wondered how hot he'd had the shower. Sometimes she turned the heat up as hot as she could bear it, just to see what it would've felt like to be alive. She'd never felt that. Born a vampire, she had never known the sunrise or sunset. She'd never experienced life.
Her thoughts were chased from her when Valentine's lips captured hers in a tender kiss. They brushed against hers, his tongue sweeping along them to part them. She willingly opened her mouth to him, opening her heart at the same time. He smiled and kissed her deeply, eliciting a moan from her. Venturi's fingers trailed over her thigh and grazed her nether lips. She tensed, her hips jerking up as she stopped breathing in anticipation. She felt him brush over her clit and dip down to draw up slick arousal to it. He circled it slowly, teasing and torturing her at the same time.
Valentine palmed her breast and tackled her tongue with his own, kissing her breath away and forcing her to halt her breathing. She didn't want to break contact with him. She could spend hours latched onto him like this, kissing him without a pause for air. The advantage of being a vampire.
Her knees were pushed apart and she arched her back when Venturi parted her nether lips and darted his tongue into her slippery folds. A new flood of arousal swept through her when she tensed and his tongue flicked her pert nub. The assault to her senses was delicious, a heady intoxicating pleasure that made her go limp and let them do as they pleased with her. She raised her hands above her head in an act of surrender, willing herself to keep them there, as though she was their captive, unable to make them stop.
She didn't want them to stop.
She gasped when Venturi slid one long finger into her folds, probing deep and wiggling it in a way that made her instinctively shift her hips, wanting to draw him in further. He pulled it out again and licked downwards. She screwed her eyes shut and kept kissing Valentine. She almost bit his lip when Venturi thrust his tongue up inside her and out again. He lapped at her juices, moaning and tightening his grip on her thighs. The sound of his pleasure made her wetter for him, wanting one of them back inside of her.
Valentine murmured words into her ear, sweet ones that set her heart aflame and passionate ones that made her body tremble. She grasped hold of the headboard when Venturi worked his way back up to her clit and he sucked on it, hard. Her eyes shot wide open when Valentine sunk his teeth into her neck, his arms locking around her and restraining her. It was too much. The pleasure of it was maddening, sending her out of her mind and rekindling the lust that had turned into calm desire.
She held on to the tattered threads of sense as Valentine gave the first pull on her blood and Venturi sucked again on her clit. Her fingernails became claws, digging into the wooden headboard to anchor herself and stop her from grabbing hold of Valentine. She wanted to be helpless, wanted her two loves to have their way again. Valentine adjusted his grip and bit down harder. She screamed her climax at the ceiling and bucked her hips up against Venturi's mouth, her thighs trembling as she came down from her high. Valentine didn't stop drinking, but he slowed, pulling at a more leisurely pace on her blood.
She sank into the bed, sighing out her breath as a lazy smile wound its way onto her lips.
Venturi kissed her thighs, feeling them quiver beneath his lips. His eyes strayed to her glistening pussy. He wanted to be back inside there, sheathed in her tight core and as close to her as he could get without a mating. He lightly ran a finger down the outer lip, tickling the curly dark hair before sliding it inside her folds. He nudged it into her core, moaning as she gripped him, still convulsing and wet from her release.
Tearing himself away, he raised his head and sniffed, groaning as his cock ached at the smell of her blood. He needed to taste it but knew he'd have to gain Valentine's permission in order to do so, and while the Aurorea would share some things with him, he was certain that wouldn't be one of them.
He pushed himself up onto his knees and stroked his cock, running his hand down it and pulling the skin back to reveal the head. His thumb brushed over it as he watched them, Prophecy writhing beneath Valentine as he drank her blood. The smell of it was making him crazy, filling him with a hunger the intensity of which he'd never felt for anything or anyone.
When Valentine released her and sat back on his heels, Venturi watched the Aurorea clean her blood from his lips. The marks were pronounced on her throat, surrounded by spots of blood that he wanted to lick up. She sat up and smiled at him, her eyes dropping to his cock for a moment before meeting his again. He was surprised when she looked at Valentine and he nodded, giving him a glance that painfully reminded him of that night in Romania when the Aurorea had told him to give her his blood and not feel anything from it. It had been impossible of course.
Valentine looked at him, his eyes holding all the invitation he needed to have him moving towards Prophecy and again wondering if this was really happening.
She came to kneel before him, her eyes wide and laced with a hint of trepidation. He brushed the rogue strands of her blood-red hair from her face and smiled, showing her that he wasn't quite sure how to proceed either. It was strange to have Valentine watching him do this, doubly odd to have him give him permission to. He felt like a youngling again, doing as his sire bid and learning all this. He'd bitten countless people, countless vampires too, but none of them had made him feel nervous like she did.
"Come," Prophecy whispered, wrapping one hand delicately around the back of his head.
He sighed and closed his eyes, feeling her fingers twirling the hair at the nape of his neck, drawing him slowly to her. Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself and cleared his head, determined to make the most of this in case it never happened again. This would definitely keep him fighting and keep him alive. If there was the tiniest chance it could happen again, he'd never let anyone best him.
His eyes opened and fixed on the marks Valentine had placed on the left side of her neck. He lowered his mouth to them, his lips hovering a hair's breadth from her skin, and breathed in the sweet scent of her blood. His teeth itched and lowered, the bones of his face shifting to allow their descent. He took another breath and then paused.
Prophecy tried to tug him to her but he went rigid, refusing her.
He drew back and marvelled at the hurt look in her eyes, as though she thought he wasn't going to do it. She was crazy if she thought he'd pass up this opportunity to taste her and be as close to her as he could possibly get.
No, he would bite her, but he wouldn't mark Valentine's side of her neck. He wanted everyone to see what had happened this night. Her party was due to continue tomorrow night and at the ball, she'd be wearing both of their marks proudly on her throat. If he bit the other side, everyone would know she had two lovers now.
Shifting across to her other side, he gently caught hold of her jaw and raised her head up and to the side, exposing her throat. He stared at it, at the scars on it that were Valentine's, and the thought that he was finally going to add his to them made his stomach tighten and his heart clench. He brought his mouth slowly down to her neck and kissed it, licking it and tasting her skin. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him to her neck and pressing her cheek against his.
She sighed into his ear and he frowned at how close he could feel to her without even being inside her. The whole atmosphere around them lightened until he felt as though he was floating in space with her, and Valentine was nowhere to be seen.
Opening his mouth, he wrapped his lips around a spot near her jugular on her throat and slowly sunk his teeth into her. She tensed and whimpered, but he knew it wasn't a cry of pain. It was pleasure. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, gripping him tighter to her as she nipped playfully at his earlobe. He wrapped his arms around her waist, his fingers pressing into her sides as he bit down hard. His hips jerked against her as her blood filled his mouth, drowning his senses in the sweet heady taste of her. Taking a long pull on her blood, he ground against her belly as she groaned in his ear, her breath tickling it as she begged for more. He didn't realise he was digging his claws into her sides until she tensed and whimpered again, and this time he knew he'd hurt her. A low growl made him loosen his grip and shrink back a little so he didn't anger Valentine any further.
His hands slipped to her backside and he pulled her against him, trapping his aching cock between them as he drank her down. She rubbed against him, driving him mad with desire. His hips instinctively thrust forwards, grinding his length between their bodies and adding to the pleasure spiralling out of control inside of him.
Prophecy frowned when she felt a little dizzy and whispered into Venturi's ear to let her go. She was amazed that he relinquished her so easily. He drew back and stared into her eyes, his black ones showing all his concern. She smiled, trying to silently reassure him that she was fine.
Sitting back on her heels, she gave herself a moment to recover. Having one man take blood from her had been pleasurable enough, but having two made her feel as though she was going out of her mind. It spun a little, making the room go with it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, holding it in.
Something brushed against her lips and she opened her eyes to see Valentine's wrist there. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at him. Pushing his wrist aside, she crawled across the bed to him and latched her mouth onto his neck. She bit down hard, sucking at the same time and trembling when his blood filled her mouth. She greedily swallowed it down, not spilling a drop.
A muffled moan escaped her when Venturi moved up behind her, his hands palming her backside and kneading it. She felt Valentine's hands against her breasts but didn't release him. She loved the taste of his blood and the intimacy of biting him. It felt more sexual than screwing him. While sex was pleasurable enough, blood wasn't freely given and to be offered it made her feel as though she was chosen by that person, special enough in their eyes to warrant such an intimate and trusting act.
Not wanting to weaken Valentine, she withdrew her fangs and licked the marks on his neck to seal them. Persistent hands grazed her sides and she turned her back to Valentine, sitting astride his knees so his cock was nestled in the crack of her bare backside.
She crooked a finger at Venturi.
He came willingly.
Her eyes dropped to the marks on his neck, now faded scars. They were her marks. They seem to stand out the most from the ones that littered his pale skin. She placed her hands on his shoulders and drew him to her, closing her eyes as her lips neared his throat. She bit down as hard as she had with Valentine and tugged sharply on his blood. Both men thrust their cocks against her, moaning in unison. She drank deep from Venturi, refreshing her memory of the taste of him. His blood was strong. It made her feel a little drunk.
Releasing him before she took too much, she cleaned the deep marks on his throat and placed a kiss on it. Her head spun for a different reason and she leaned back into Valentine, wanting him to carry her away on a sea of bliss and cast her gently into morning so she could sleep the day away, content and sated.
Her eyes opened and slid to the windows. It was getting lighter out and she could almost feel the sun rising. Time was turning against them, but when she extended her senses, she realised that neither man was feeling as tired as he had been. Maybe they could cheat the day long enough.
She moved onto all fours and crawled towards the edge of the bed on unsteady limbs. The twin growls of hunger from behind her made her wriggle her backside and look over her shoulder at them. Their lips were stained with crimson, their eyes dark as they watched her. She slipped from the bed and retrieved her amulet from the table beside the bed. Putting it on, she fastened it and healed the claw marks in her sides before walking back to the bed.
She'd surrendered to them. Now they had to surrender to her.
With a flick of her wrist, Venturi was laying on his back on the bed, his hands bound to the headboard by thin strands of purple magic. Valentine raised a brow at her. She grinned. He knew what she was up to. They'd used her magic to tie each other up before and it was nearly impossible to break free, even with superior vampire strength.
Venturi gave her a frown. She wiped it away by placing a soft kiss to his stomach and weaving a line of them up towards his chest. He tensed beneath her, flexing muscles that made her hungry for him, and looking at her with eyes full of passionate promises.
Straddling him, she rubbed her pussy against his cock and felt it twitch beneath her. He groaned and closed his eyes, his hands becoming tight fists as she ground against him again.
She glanced over at Valentine and smiled when he touched himself.
The idea of him watching them fuck heightened everything, making her hungry to have Venturi inside her. She raised herself and took hold of his cock, guiding it into her slick depths. He slid easily inside, filling her and stretching her slightly as she wriggled to get into a good position. She wanted to make him cum, not caring about her own climax. By the time she was done with both him and Valentine, she'd have her release.
Tightening around him, she smiled when he thrust into her and released a harsh groan. His eyes screwed shut and his face contorted into a look that could've easily been interpreted as pain, not pleasure.
Valentine moved closer to her. She pressed one hand into Venturi's taut stomach and wrapped the other around Valentine's cock. She didn't want either of them lacking some form of attention from her. Lifting herself up, she set a hard and fast pace that had Venturi flinging his head back and growling. She felt him shift and change, trying to make himself last a little longer by slipping into his vampire guise. She clenched around him, thrusting down hard and mimicking each move with her hand on Valentine's cock. He growled at the same time as Venturi did.
Spreading her legs further apart, she took Venturi in as deep as possible, until a hint of pain laced each thrust of his cock into her. She stared down at him, fucking him as hard as she could and thrilling over the way he was groaning and writhing beneath her, his arms twisting as he fought to get his hands free.
She slowed the tempo enough that Valentine was first to cum, shooting thick strands of sticky liquid over her hand and onto the bed. She released him and licked her hand clean, staring into his eyes all the while. He moaned and sat back, and she returned her attention to Venturi, giving Valentine time to recover.
She drew out her movements, making them long and deep as she pressed both of her hands against Venturi's stomach for support. Her hips rotated in a figure of eight and she clenched him tightly when she saw that Valentine was growing hard again. Reaching over behind her, she pressed the tips of her fingers against a point just below Venturi's balls and he roared as he shot his seed into her. She smiled, satisfied as he breathed hard and fast, his face still screwed up and his cock throbbing and twitching inside her.
Getting off him, she released his hands and gave him a chance to recover his scattered senses. He sat up, staring at her with eyes that still held passion, clearly driven on by their roughness.
Cleaning herself up with the towel Venturi had brought out of the bathroom, she gave Valentine a look that said to lay down and he smiled at her. It was a smile that spoke volumes and made her frown. It said he knew something. She let it pass and called the magic, making it bond his hands above his head.
Venturi moved around her, his fingers ghosting over her backside as he did so. She stared at his soft cock, knowing it wouldn't be long before he was hard again. She wanted him to watch her fucking Valentine and when he was bursting with need, she'd relieve him.
Bending over, she pressed wet kisses up Valentine's thigh, licking his length as she passed it. She playfully nipped his stomach with blunt teeth and he tensed. Sitting back a little, she licked her lips at the sight of him. Something about having him powerless like this gave her a thrill she'd never get used to. It was overwhelming, empowering and intoxicating to have him completely at her mercy---a powerful vampire, a lord of his bloodline.
Swallowing hard, she resumed her weaving course up his body, mapping out his flesh with kisses and breathing in his scent. Her eyes flickered to his neck when she reached his chest and she squeezed her thighs together to make the most of the throb the sight of her marks on him had sent through her. He always looked good wearing nothing but those.
She straddled his hips and scraped her nails down his chest. Her eyes widened in surprise when his irises quickly switched to blue and back to green again. He didn't normally react so strongly to her doing that. He smiled again and it made her frown. She got the impression he was up to something.
Grabbing his cock, she position it at her slick entrance and shoved down hard on it, wiping the smirk off his face and making him jerk against her. She didn't wait for him to recover. He was going to last longer than Venturi had, but she wasn't going to last any time at all.
She closed her eyes, focusing on the rotation of her hips as she bounced up and down on Valentine's length, forcing it deep inside her tight channel. She kept herself tensed around him, hoping it would prove to be his undoing rather than hers. His hips rose to meet hers on each down thrust, making little tingles sweep through her and her belly grew tight and hot.
When she reopened her eyes, Venturi was kneeling beside her, watching her closely as he ran his hand over his cock. There was so much fire in his eyes as he wrapped his fingers around his length and began thrusting into his fist. She moaned and her breathing turned heavy and fast as she tried to keep up her tempo of thrusts. The sight of Venturi masturbating while watching her with Valentine was pushing her too close to the edge of oblivion. She loved how dirty it made her feel, the thrill of being watched as she threw caution to the wind.
Her eyes widened and she squealed when she was suddenly thrown on her back and Valentine was on top of her, her knees hooked over his arms. Her initial thoughts about how he'd escaped the bonds were erased as he shoved his cock deep inside her and bent her over. The position put him as far in as he could possibly go and the pain was exquisite, only heightening and making the pleasure more intense. She threw her arms up above her head and surrendered to him.
He sneered down at her, revealing sharp teeth, and her eyes flicked to his. They were vivid blue. The thought of him using all his strength, of taking this moment as far to the edge of pain and roughness as she could possibly take, made her quiver around his cock. She clenched his cock, her whole body trembling and tingling with her orgasm. He didn't stop. He pounded into her hard, fast and deep, growling with effort as he plundered her body. The feel of him inside her, his fingers digging into her legs as he kept her backside raised into the air, had her quickly aroused again, and when she looked at Venturi, she moaned and couldn't stop.
Her hand reached out and Venturi was quick to wrap it around his cock, his hand coming to rest over it as he forced her to masturbate him. The pace of Valentine's thrusts increased, until his hips were meeting hers so fast they drove spirals of pleasure through her that made her eyes lose their focus. His pelvis grazed her clit with each thrust, his arms forcing her legs further apart. She stared blankly, overwhelmed with the feelings of her previous and impending orgasm as they crashed against each other.
Venturi thrust his hips forward, shoving his cock hard into her palm, and she felt the sticky strings of cum on her chest as he came. She held onto him, needing an anchor in this world as Valentine took her out of it. Valentine roared and pleasure ripped through her, every inch of her going slack and trembling beyond her control as she quivered around his cock. He held it deep inside her as he spent himself, pulsing at the same time as her inner walls milked him.
She almost drifted away as he left her, collapsing onto her stomach. She hazily felt them moving her, cleaning her, and then she was pressed between their bodies, wrapped up in the bed sheets. She smiled as the sun called her, her desire completely sated and a feeling of pure contentment washing over her. Wrapping her arm around Valentine, she sighed out her breath as Venturi snuggled up close behind her, both men purring softly into her ear.
Prophecy stared wide eyed at Valentine, waiting for him to wake up and fly off the handle at her about the spell and their night with Venturi.
His eyes opened lazily and it took her a moment to realise that he didn't look at all angry. He smiled and pushed her hair behind her ear. Maybe he hadn't noticed Venturi yet and didn't remember what they'd done.
"I love you," she whispered, brows furrowed and eyes searching his.
He frowned at first and then gave her another slight smile. He took hold of her hand and pressed a kiss to it.
"I know," he said, cupping her cheek.
She frowned, still expecting him to explode. His smile grew wider. Venturi's hand tightened against her hip and he moved behind her.
"I am dreaming," he murmured and she jumped a little when he palmed her backside. "You seem real. I am gone insane then."
She smiled and held Valentine's gaze, trying to judge whether he was going to get angry with her or whether he was alright with what had happened.
"I am fine. Everything is fine," he said the words straight into her head.
"Are you sure?" she said back to him, thankful for the bond and the fact she could communicate telepathically with him. She didn't want to offend Venturi with her questions, not after how good last night had felt.
He nodded.
She kissed him and then rolled over to face Venturi.
Venturi smiled at her, a dazed and slightly confused look in his eyes. He was evidently still trying to come to terms with everything. His look became wary when his gaze shifted to Valentine who was now pressing persuasive kisses to her neck. She hooked her arm over behind her and held Valentine to her as he thrust his hard length against her backside. She could feel Venturi's cock against her belly and knew he wanted more of what had happened last night.
"Should he leave?" she said telepathically to Valentine.
"I can live with this occasionally, if it makes you happy. There are no doubts in my mind that you love me, and you are my mate," he said into her head and then paused. It was ominous and she knew he was going to speak again. He kissed her throat, the place where he'd bitten her last night. "We had actually planned to give you a moment together, but we had not bargained on it going this far, and had not expected the spell."
She smiled to herself, feeling a little awkward about the spell and wondering what would've happened had Valentine's and Venturi's present to her gone as planned without her interference. It was reassuring to hear that Valentine had wanted to give her this moment of shared love with Venturi.
Venturi's fingers kneaded and explored her stomach and breasts, brushing lightly over her flesh and sensitising it. She tingled and ached as his thumb grazed her nipple, making her slick with arousal at the feeling of it and the thought of having them both without the spell.
"I should leave," Venturi said and disappointment lanced through her.
She caught his cheek before he had a chance to leave the bed, stopping him from moving and smiling at him. He frowned at her, his eyes questioning.
"What's the rush?" she said, giving him her best sweet smile and hoping he'd stay. She wanted to leave this room tonight with both of them on her arm, wanted to drift through the ball on a wave of bliss and love, knowing that she was at last free to openly love them both.
He smiled and it quickly became a grin.
She looked at the curtains. Night had fallen, meaning they didn't have much time before they were expected to be at her second party. She stared at Venturi while her hand settled on Valentine's hip. She wanted them both back inside her at the same time. Tonight's party was going to be more about politics than pleasure and she wanted to have a little fun to help her through the coming hours of boredom and polite talk.
Valentine shifted away from her and sat up, leaving the bed. She didn't ask where he was going. She had a feeling she knew what he was up to.
Lightly running her fingers down Venturi's side, she stared into his eyes, still trying to make herself believe that this was really happening and that she definitely had two lovers now, and both men seemed to be okay with that. He shuffled closer to her and captured her mouth with his, his lips brushing tenderly against hers. She felt his cock press against her belly and she ached over the feeling of it, hard and ready. She was about to see where Valentine had got to when he returned to the bed.
Sitting up, she raised her brows when she saw the tube of lubricant he was holding. Her stomach flipped, turning her insides with it, and she felt a little giddy at the prospect of having them inside her this way. She'd let Valentine take her from behind, but had never experienced dual penetration.
Trying to look confident, she took the tube from him and squeezed a large dollop of the clear gel onto her fingers. She rubbed it over his cock, slicking him up and feeling more and more aroused as her hand trailed over him and she thought about having them both again. Valentine moaned and closed his eyes, and she stared at his face, watching the pleasure flit across it with each stroke of her fingers. Venturi kissed her shoulder and she turned her attention to him. She squeezed some of the gel onto his cock and smeared it around, making sure he was fully coated.
They both watched her and she knew what they wanted to know. She wanted this to feel as good as it possibly could for all of them, so there was only one way it was going to go. She trusted Valentine implicitly and knew the gentleness he always showed her when it came to this act. He would be the one behind her.
She dropped the lubricant to the bed and pushed Venturi onto his back. He stared up at her, a flicker of need in his eyes, excitement about what they were doing. She knew it would feel good for him and Valentine too, that the sensation of their cocks rubbing against each other with only a thin membrane separating them would quickly be their undoing. She only hoped they'd last a little while.
Reaching over behind her, she took hold of Venturi's slick cock and positioned it at her entrance. She eased herself down onto it as slow as she could to draw out the pleasure. When he was buried inside her, his hands came to rest on her hips and she made a few thrusts before leaning forwards.
Valentine moved behind her and she closed her eyes and drew in a trembling breath when he slathered the lubricant over her anus, working it in a little with his fingers. She braced herself against Venturi, trying to relax against him as the head of Valentine's hard cock nudged into her. He inched it in slowly, stretching her tight channel. The tiny hint of pain quickly subsided and she wriggled in an attempt to get used to the feeling of them both inside of her. Valentine placed a hand against her stomach and brought her up into a sitting position again. The shift forced his cock deeper inside of her and she bit her lip against the sting of pain.
Waiting, she tried to make sense of the feeling of them both inside of her, filling her up until she felt as though she was going to explode. She raised herself up and Valentine's hands replaced Venturi's on her hips. When he moved her back down, he pulled out of her, thrusting back in and raising her up off Venturi's cock. The feeling of the alternate strokes of their cocks made her head feel light. Each thrust they made into her had all three of them moaning and she breathed hard, panting out her groans as she closed her eyes and tried to keep her focus so it would last longer.
If the pleasure of last night had been maddening, then she didn't know what this was. She trembled in Valentine's arms as he raised her up off Venturi's cock and then lowered her onto it again as he withdrew. As she moaned and tensed around them both, they growled and tightened their grip on her. Tingles arced along her nerves, sending her senses haywire until she wasn't sure whether she was coming or going. She relaxed into Valentine, letting him move her and loving the feeling of their two cocks thrusting into her. Their tempo increased until she was constantly moaning. The sting of pain each time Valentine rammed his cock deep into her anus only made her cry even louder and a tiny part of her mind that was still functioning warned that people would hear.
She didn't care.
She clenched them both, tightening her muscles as hard as they could go and choking them both in her depths. Venturi began to thrust up to meet her, pounding her with his cock and driving her senseless with need. She grasped hold of Valentine's hands, begging him over and over to keep going. She wanted more. She needed more. She needed to feel them coming inside of her, claiming her body as wholly theirs.
She screamed as Valentine bit down on her neck, his cock plundering her, thrusting as deep into her as he could get. The room was plunged into darkness and everything seemed to stop except their rough movements as they struggled for completion. Valentine drew hard on her blood and the whole world exploded in front of her eyes when both he and Venturi thrust into her in unison. She collapsed in Valentine's arms, not resisting either man as they sought their own orgasm, just riding the waves of pleasure that rippled through her as she quivered and struggled to regain her senses. The warm glow of her orgasm spread through her and she was surprised when it gave way to another climax as Venturi came, jerking his cock hard into her depths, violent enough to add a little more pain to her pleasure, and then Valentine followed him, filling her tight channel with his cum as he throbbed inside her.
Leaning forwards, she pressed her cheek into Venturi's chest and breathed hard as she smiled to herself. She tensed her muscles around their cocks, holding them inside her and making the most out of the feeling of their combined orgasm.
Sighing, she closed her eyes when Venturi pulled her up a little so her forehead was against his neck, and Valentine moved around behind her. She lay there, cocooned in their embrace and feeling more content than ever.
"I love you," Venturi whispered and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"I love you." Valentine kissed her ear.
She couldn't believe that she had this---two men willing to share her and love her.
"I love you both," she said with a wide smile and snuggled up closer to them.
Just a few more minutes and then they could hit the shower. She was ready to play the diplomat to the visiting bloodlines now. Nothing was going to bring her down from this high. She'd be floating until the sun broke the horizon.
"Mmm, can we do this again sometimes?" She resisted the lure of sleep and looked at Venturi and then Valentine.
He smiled that slight smile of his, his black hair tousled and messy, his green eyes shining brightly at her.
"Maybe next year?" she said with an air of hope in her voice.
He nodded and pressed a brief kiss against her lips. "Happy Death Day."
Venturi brought her around to face him and kissed her too.
"Happy Death Day," he said with a wide smile.
She sighed.
"This is the best Death Day present ever. The only present I ever want is my two boys."
"We should move," Valentine said.
She pouted as he left the bed and then smiled.
"Shower?" Her suggestion was met with raised brows from both men that quickly became wicked smiles.
They both nodded and walked towards the bathroom. She watched them, studying their bare backsides and sighing to herself. Getting to her feet, she followed them into the bathroom.
Two lords at her command. Two lovers.
She grinned.
She could definitely get used to this.
The End
About the Author:
Felicity Heaton, who writes under both her real name and F E Heaton, has been interested in all things preternatural since she was just a child. She used to while away days at school and college dreaming of vampires, werewolves and witches, and used to while away evenings watching movies about them or reading gothic horror stories and romances.
Having tried her hand at various romance genres, it was only natural for her to turn her passion back on the paranormal. She loves to write vampires, werewolves and witches, and makes no excuses for how brutal they can be. She writes them as they are: merciless hunters---seductive, sexy and strong. They're vicious, dark and dangerous, but, at the same time, they love, they laugh and they feel every emotion as strongly as anyone. She says that this is their world; she's just honoured to write down their adventures.
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Other stories in the Vampires Realm series:
Prophecy: Child of Light [book 1]
A girl unlike any other girl, a vampire unlike any other vampire, Prophecy lives life in the dark until the night she breaks the rules. Leaving the family mansion to hunt for the first time, she encounters Valentine, a vampire from her family's enemy and a man who will change her life forever.
Suddenly at the centre of a prophecy, she is kidnapped by Valentine, the man who should have been her executioner, and forced to run with him in order to save herself. Required to work together, the tension between them builds as a dark evil threatens to destroy the world, their families and the Law Keepers attempt hunt them down, and Prophecy discovers that her feelings for Valentine control her new found power.
When the truth about her is revealed, will Prophecy be strong enough? Will they discover a way to save the world from Hell? And will they finally see past the hatred bred into them by their families and surrender to their love?
The first of the Vampires Realm novels being written by five star author F E Heaton, Prophecy: Child of Light, is part one in an epic tale of love and war that is sure to capture your heart and leave you craving more.
Prophecy: Caelestis & Aurorea [book 2]
The final battle draws closer. Prophecy's world becomes darker and more dangerous, pushing her to the limit and testing her strength and her heart, almost breaking her. Old friends turn their backs, leaving her to fight with the help of an unlikely ally and forcing her to call on the devastatingly seductive and powerful Lord Hyperion for assistance.
Struggling to rescue Valentine from the malicious hands of her blood brother, Arkalus and the lord of Aurorea, Kalinor, Prophecy discovers just how powerful she is and how far people will go to stop her from fulfilling her destiny. Lives are lost, battles are won, and the scroll foretelling the prophecy is finally completed, but nothing can prepare them for what lies ahead.
When her visions show her the path that must be taken, will Prophecy be able to do what is necessary? Are Prophecy and Valentine ready to command the power they'd never thought would be theirs? And are they strong enough to fight the evil of their true enemy?
Following on from Prophecy: Child of Light, the tension rises and love grows in Prophecy: Caelestis & Aurorea, a thrilling second part to this story that draws you into a dark, dangerous world of vampires, magic and the war to end all wars.
Prophecy: Dark Moon Rising [book 3]
An enemy with unimaginable power and bloodlines with centuries of hatred bred into them, two things that threaten to tear Prophecy and Valentine apart as they fight for their lives and their future together. Their vain attempt to join their houses into one army drains the last of their strength, leaving them more vulnerable than they've ever been. The tension escalates between the bloodlines, and, more dangerously, between Valentine, Prophecy and Venturi.
As everything crumbles around them, defeat seems inevitable. In one decisive move, their enemy turns the tables against them, taking what is most important to Prophecy and leaving her to fear that the terrifying visions she's been having are coming true. An enemy becomes a friend, guiding her in her time of need, and a friend becomes an enemy. Death, destruction and danger surround her, but the help of an old ally brings her the army she needs and the dark moon brings her the power to fight the legions of Hell.
When the time comes, will Prophecy be able to do what's necessary or will the sacrifice she must make be too painful to go through with? Does she have the strength to stop Hell from being unleashed into the world and save the ones she loves at the same time?
The dramatic conclusion to the Prophecy story, Prophecy: Dark Moon Rising is a gripping tale of love and war that will take hold of you, set your heart racing and not let you go until the very last page.
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