Wrapping his arms around her body, he slid his fangs deep into her flesh, moaning and shifting as the blood sprang up and he coaxed it into his mouth. Nerissa gasped, letting out a little cry that I knew meant she was enjoying it. A sudden spurt of jealousy crossed my thoughts. She usually saved that cry for me—we played with men, but our hearts belonged to each other. Roman laved her neck with his tongue, cupping her waist with one hand and her ass with another as she rubbed against him. He was hard, erect, and firm, and she wrapped one leg around his waist, sliding down on his cock, driving herself onto him, sealing the deal with her body as well. But they didn’t move, didn’t take it further.
After a moment, he pulled away, his voice so husky that I expected him to come right there in front of us. “I pledge never to interfere with your relationship with Menolly. I pledge never to upstage you, never to step in where I am not welcome. I pledge my protection and whatever I can do to help you in your cause, in your life, in your path.”
Blood Wyne stood, looking quite bored. “So, it is sealed. Nerissa, you and my son Roman are blood kin, and this makes you my own blood kin. Should either of you dishonor your vows, the other may claim life as payment, or any other reparations such as you see fit.” She glanced over at me and a slow smile crossed her face. “Your wedding will be tomorrow night. Menolly, Nerissa, you may bring your family to witness. Nerissa, you will be the only nonvampire ever allowed into this sacred and honored fraternity. Do not fail us.”
Nerissa shivered. “I promise you my honor, Your Majesty.”
“Then I will take my leave. Be here shortly after sunset tomorrow night. Roman will tell you what to wear. Prepare for a crowd.” And then—like a ghost—she vanished.
After Blood Wyne was gone, Roman and Nerissa turned to me. They were still touching, and the looks on their faces told me they wanted to go on touching. I removed my gown, laying it across the sofa. I wasn’t about to step out of the room now.
Nerissa’s lips crooked into a smile; she reached out her hand and I took it as she drew me between them. I closed my eyes as Roman pressed against me, his lips on my neck, as his left hand reached around to trail over Nerissa’s breast. She gasped, entwining one foot around my leg next to her. The silky smoothness of her skin felt like heaven against my own, and I closed my eyes as her breasts pressed against me.
Roman’s arm brushed my nipples, and I reached down to wrap my fingers around his cock. He let out a small sound, and then we were on the floor. One body, one motion, a rhythm of arms and legs and hands. Everywhere I turned, there was skin. I pressed my lips to Nerissa’s as she rolled over on top of me, straddling me. I closed my eyes as she moaned into my mouth. The next moment, she shimmied down till her lips were on my clit. She tongued me, swirling around my sex, sucking and nibbling until I let out a sharp cry, my eyes opening wide.
Roman appeared, kneeling in back of her. And then his hands were on her hips, and she let out a long cry as he began fucking her. The sight of him pounding into my wife drove me even higher, and I let out another cry. Nerissa slid three fingers inside me, driving them hard, probing me.
Just then, Roman pulled away, a soft smile on his face. Nerissa and I turned to him and I worried that—once again—he was feeling pushed to the side.
But he just shook his head. “I enjoy both of you, and Nerissa, you are lovely . . . so lovely. But I am content to experience Menolly when we need to ease out the hunger. I just want to watch now, if you would be all right with that.”
And right then, I saw that this was his way of showing her that he would keep to his word and bow out of trying to become part of our relationship instead of an auxiliary part of my life. I think Nerissa saw it, too, because she gently disengaged from me.
“I think . . . I was going to suggest we go out for coffee—all three of us, but then I remembered you two can’t drink coffee.” She laughed, her throaty voice rich and full. She pushed herself to her feet and reached up to kiss Roman’s cheek. “Do you like movies, my . . . brother?” And that one word shifted their relationship and the tension in the room drained away.
Roman stared at her like she’d just asked him if he could grow a second head. But then he laughed. “I haven’t watched television or a movie in years, but if you like, we can do that.” As Nerissa reached for her dress, he stopped her. “I suggest you take a quick wash-off first. You have blood on your chin and some of it has dribbled down to your body. I imagine you wouldn’t want to get your dress dirty?”
She laughed. “That would be wonderful. Do you have a restroom near?”
While vamps didn’t need to use toilets, we did—indeed—shower. But most vampires kept full bathrooms for their human visitors.
Roman pointed to a side door off the office. “Right there. There’s also a mirror, for my human stable members. Use whatever you need as far as towels and soaps. You will find a selection.”
As she took her dress and disappeared into the restroom, both Roman and I began to dress.
Roman crossed to his desk and then, pausing, turned back around. “I will keep my promise to her, you know. I will honor my word, and my mother will honor hers. Should you have any doubts.”