Spellbound (6 page)

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.