“Yeah, that’s what I meant. She got a little rough. I’m bisexual, does that bother you?” I wiggle my brows at Vyce and his mouth twitches a little.
“This isn’t from sex at all, is it?” he asks, and I shrug. Nothing wrong with being a little coy, right? “You’re an intriguing woman, Cam,” he says, licking the shell of my ear and making me shiver. Vyce nibbles on my earlobe before working his way down to the bite. Swear to God, my entire body lights up like a sunrise, all my nerve endings bright and tingling with need.
Sorrow appears on my left side, yanking his shirt over his head and revealing a tattooed...dog of some sort? It’s long and lean, like a hyena/wolf hybrid if such a thing existed. Its tail is short and fluffed, and it has a ridge of thick hair from the top of its head all the way down its back. As I watch, it moves again, sliding across Sorrow’s skin and making me jump.
Vyce chooses that exact moment to flick his tongue against my wound, blinding me with the pheromones from the bite. He can’t take them out of my blood—they’ll last another eight hours or so—but he can use his saliva to heal the wound completely.
Just before he makes a new one, of course.
“His...” I start, trying to call out Sorrow’s weird tattoo, but it’s too late. The wound on my neck heals...and Vyce sinks his teeth into me, sucking my blood out through the new wounds and pumping pheromones into me at ten times, twenty times, the level that the PINK tracksuit vamp did. She was trying to stun me and kill me. Vyce Stiltz is trying to fuck me.
My throat tightens, and I curl my tattooed right arm around the back of Vyce’s neck, tangling my fingers in his hair and yanking him against me with a groan. I’ve seen a lot of weird supernatural shit in my life, so what’s one more thing? Sure, I’ve never seen a moving tattoo before, but what the hell ever.
Hot fingertips curl under the waistband of my skintight leather pants.
“Mind if I take these off?” Sorrow whispers, his voice as cold as his hands are warm. I can’t reply with words. I can’t even remember how to speak English at this point, so instead, I buck my hips up toward him and let him start to slide them down my thighs. When he gets to my boots, he pauses and removes those first, before taking the pants the rest of the way off. “No panties, huh? You really are a naughty little dhampir, aren’t you?”
I want to tell him that nobody in their right mind wears panties with leather that tight because, you know, panty lines, but I’m more or less paralyzed by Vyce’s bite. The pleasure amps up when he slides his right hand down from my neck to my breast, squeezing the tender flesh through the burgundy fabric of my tiny half-shirt. He kneads the tender mound until the nipple is peaked and aching before he drags the tube top down and exposes my bare breast to the cool air of the apartment.
Meanwhile, Sorrow is kneeling on the old wood floors and pushing my thighs apart, teasing his fingertips along the tender white flesh and skimming lightly over the wet, pulsing ache of my core.
“Your blood definitely smells like crown,” he breathes against my opening, breath feathering against the neatly manicured blonde curls. Sorrow presses his face against my thigh and smirks, his lips sliding against my skin. I might not be able to see his expression, but I can feel it. With a sharp exhale of breath, Sorrow opens his mouth and flicks his tongue against my femoral artery, tasting me. He’s slow and casual about it, like he’s in no hurry to sample my blood.
Total bullshit.
I know because I’m desperate to sample theirs. My mouth is watering, and I feel parched all of a sudden, both starving and dehydrated at the same time. I need it. But I’m trapped between the two vampires, their tongues slicking lazily across my flesh. Sorrow takes his sweet time before biting me, sinking his teeth in with agonizing slowness. As soon as he starts to suck, I lose it.
A climax takes over me, originating at both bites and swirling together in my lower belly before completely and utterly taking over my core. Sorrow slips two fingers in at just the right moment, and I clamp down on him, sucking in a gasping breath and finding—after the shakes die down a bit—that I’ve finally got control of my limbs back.
“Switch me,” I plead, yanking Vyce’s hair. He lets go of my neck and flashes a wicked smirk that curls my toes against the wood floor. Leaning down, he turns his head to the side and bares the white skin of his neck, his pulse dancing with excitement. The pull of his blood is impossible to resist. I feel like I can already taste it on my tongue, scalding and warm, sweet and metallic at the same time.
Keeping my grip on Vyce’s hair, I drag him down to my mouth and bite hard enough to make him grunt. His hand tightens on my breast as my teeth sink deep and hot liquid fills my mouth. Oh, fuck yes. He tastes as good as he smells, like sour fucking candy. Vampire blood slides down my throat and my body reacts instantly, healing the wounds on my head and knees.
I drink him deep, sucking hard on his neck as Sorrow slides his fingers in and out of me, moving his mouth from my thigh to my clit. His tongue flicks across the swollen nub and my hips buck excitedly. The rush of sensation is almost too much, so I let go of Vyce and he turns back to me with a grin.
“Good stuff, don’t you think?” he asks, a bit of shiny red on his lower lip that he swipes clean with a single flick of his tongue.
“What the hell are you?” I whisper, because I’ve never been with a vampire this powerful before. It’s his connection to House Stiltz is what it is. Has to be. There’s no way a thirty-two-year-old living vampire is this strong on his own.
“Your entertainment for tonight,” he breathes, kissing me hard on the mouth, mixing the taste of our blood. Our tongues swirl together, stifling a small gasp when Sorrow rises to his feet between my thighs and reaches down to unbutton his black jeans.
“Even a dhampir shouldn’t need a condom, right?” he muses, and I break briefly away from Vyce to give him a look. Diseases aren’t an issue—our bodies heal them like anything else—but pregnancy could be a problem if I weren’t infertile. Heh. Even if I were fertile, House Verenim basically shoves birth control down dhampirs’ throats, because if there’s anything worse than a halfie, it’s a three-quarter vampire or a one-quarter, both of which are still considered dhampirs, and both of which the Houses despise even more than they do me. Never could figure that one out. I guess fucking one’s food while in the passionate embrace of a bite is more understandable than screwing a mistake.
“No condom required,” I breathe as he steps up close and finishes freeing his cock from his jeans. It’s as pretty as the rest of him, long and thick, pale like his skin and hard as hell. Clearly, he’s excited to be here.
Sorrow steps forward and slides his shaft along my folds, teasing me as I bare my teeth at him.
“Horny dhampirs do bite, you know,” I say and he gives me this stupid shit-eating grin.
“Yeah? Good. Then I’ll just have to keep teasing you until you do.”
“Keep teasing me and I might kick you out and keep your friend all to myself,” I growl, and he has the audacity to chuckle.
“He’s annoying, but he’s a good fuck,” Vyce whispers, moving his mouth down to my breasts and taking the left one into his mouth. He tugs my shirt the rest of the way down and frees the other one before moving his mouth over to it. “Or so I’ve seen; I personally don’t have any experience with his cock.”
Vyce sits back up and yanks his black tank off, tossing it onto the floor before reaching down to undo his leather pants. My eyes flick briefly back to Sorrow, his red and white hair falling across his forehead, frosty gaze focused on my face. With a sideways smirk, he pushes the tip of his cock inside of me, challenging me with that stare.