Page 22 of Daring Her Vampires (Embracing The Bond #12)

Chapter Thirteen

Atlas

T he smell of her heat fills my nose, and it takes all my control to remain still.

I’ve never had a woman take the lead. Sally will be the only one.

Seeing her pleasure at the prospect makes me hard as fuck.

I have always made the decisions, and being on the other side of it is interesting.

I meant what I said; she gave us a gift when she spoke to her family. No one has battled for us before.

I hiss when she traces my cock, her small hand bringing me to the edge.

“I honestly don’t know if you’ll fit,” she mutters, and I bark out a laugh.

“Don’t worry, Little Bunny,” I say. “It will.” She is small, but made for us. She’s stroking us both, and I want to demonstrate how well we will fit.

“I don’t have enough hands,” she whispers to herself.

“Do you want us to take our cocks out?” I ask.

“Yes, please,” she says brightly, removing her hands.

I undo my pants, watching her yank off her shirt.

Her bra is red and lacy. I want to rip it off with my teeth.

Her tongue touches the side of her mouth as she looks from me to Luca.

“You’re beautiful.” I finish and fold my arms underneath my head, my hands fisted.

The worship and tenderness in her eyes fill my heart with warmth.

The array of emotions she can make me feel blows me away.

“Fuck,” I hiss as she leans over me. I didn’t expect her to take me in her mouth.

No teasing, no tentative lick—she doesn’t stop until I hit the back of her throat.

She turns her body, her delicious ass hovering next to Luca.

“Do you want Luca to play?” I ask, and she hums. Her eyes meet mine, and I see the answer in them.

“Damn, Tricks,” Luca groans when she reaches for the button of her pants. “Let me.” Her hand drops, and she rests it on my thigh. I hear fabric rustling and glance at Luca. He yanks her jeans over her hips and bites her ass.

I groan at the sight and the warm mouth surrounding me.

Unfolding my arms, I brush her hair back, fisting it at the back of her head.

This isn’t a chore for her. She likes pleasure and enjoys giving it to us.

I’ve never met a woman who desires cock in her mouth.

She loses rhythm for a moment when Luca slides his fingers inside her.

“Is she wet, brother?” I ask.

“Soaked,” he growls, turning on his side. Sally groans around my cock and I hiss, my fingers flexing.

“Fuck, I’m close.” She’s worked me to the edge in record time.

It’s the combination of seeing her enthusiasm, her hot, tight mouth, and her pussy being filled by my brother.

“Little Bunny, if you don’t want me to come in your mouth, pull back,” I warn.

My words only fuel her to suck harder, and I press my head into the pillow.

She moans deep and long. I knew the moment they came into the office that Luca had drunk her blood.

Her scent mixed with his, and I craved her.

To taste her. My fangs emerge as I shoot my come into her mouth.

The demon wants to taste her as we come, but I hold off.

She swallows every drop and slowly pulls away, feeling every inch as she does.

“Yum,” she groans, her heavy eyes swinging my way. Her mouth parts, and she looks over her shoulder. “Luca, I want to suck you.” What man could refuse her?

Luca falls to his back, and Sally pulls her pants off. She rotates, wiggling her ass, and I don’t resist the signal.

“Do you need to come?” I ask, getting to my knees behind her.

“Yes,” she rasps.

“Can you make Luca come before you do?” I ask, rubbing her cheek.

“Bet,” she says before sucking Luca.

“Shit,” Luca growls, resting his hand on the back of her neck.

I grin and glide a finger inside her. “Jesus, you're tight. Hot.” I add a finger. “Ours.” I palm her ass with my free hand, holding her still. “Did you like it when Luca drank from you?” I ask, and Luca hisses when she releases him.

“Yes. Do you want a taste?” She asks, smiling over her shoulder.

“Do I need to answer that?” I curl my fingers, and her lips part.

“Please, Atlas,” she moans.

“Whatever you want, mate,” I whisper, and she bends over Luca.

I increase my pace and widen my thighs, sliding back.

Dropping close, I lick her side where her hips meet her legs.

I’ve craved another's blood, but nothing as fierce as this craving for hers. My demon is pushing for fast and deep. I hold back, enjoying the feel of my mate. I don’t take for granted the gift she is giving us.

Taking another's blood is very personal to a vampire.

Even when I was drinking from humans, it was a sensual experience.

Every person I drank from got off while I was doing it.

My mouth waters taking in the sight of her on her knees, my brother's cock in her mouth, her moans. She tightens, and I still hold off. I lick her skin again, prolonging her pleasure and mine. I don’t care if the bet is won; either way, there are no losers here.

I scrape my fangs against her, and her hips jerk.

“Tricks,” Luca hisses, and I glance over. Our mate is teasing him just as I am her, and I grin. Luca has an even harder time than I do letting her take over. He claims I am always in charge, but he forgets I know him well.

I drag my fangs over her again, and she pushes closer as I draw back. I’m sure she can feel my lips curve against her. I could make her wait longer, but it denies both of us. She will tease Luca as long as I wait, and Luca is already on the edge.

Striking fast, I sink my teeth into her.

At the first pull of her blood, my cock hardens again, and every nerve in my body sparks.

Nothing will ever compare. It’s rich, sweet, and fuels me with energy.

I push my fingers in her as far as possible and apply some vampire speed.

Her cries echo around us as Luca’s growls follow.

She tightens, and I slow my hand so I don’t hurt her.

My demon is demanding more, and I want to keep drinking.

It’s euphoric. I feel drunk on blood and power.

“Atlas,” Luca warns, and I want to snap at him.

Luckily, his voice cuts through the wishes of my demon, and I slowly retract my fangs. I sit back on my knees, Sally’s blood dripping down my teeth. I remove all contact. My chest rises and falls rapidly. Sally sinks to her side, her eyes closing, and she smiles.

“Damn, boyfriends,” she sighs, her head resting on Luca’s thigh. “You won that one, but I don’t care.” She meets my gaze. “Are you alright?”

“Yes.” I flex my jaw, close my eyes, and pull up my fangs. “Did I hurt you?”

“Of course not,” she sputters, and I focus on her. “That was the best. You can drink from me whenever you need to.” She looks at Luca. “Both of you.”

“We usually don’t need much,” I say.

“Wanting it is something else,” Luca adds, looking at me. “I had a hard time pulling away. I almost took too much.” I nod.

“Thank you for speaking up.” I adjust my pants.

Humans would think we were odd, having a conversation while the woman we share is lounging between us, half-naked.

I had a moment of doubt when we met her, wondering if it would be possible to share Sally without tearing each other apart.

Now, it feels natural. She makes it easy.

She would never play us against each other or give one of us more attention than the other.

“I’m still hungry,” she announces, sitting up. Luca zips his pants, and we watch as Sally stretches. “The chicken is still good.” She slides off the bed and turns to us, her hands on her bare hips. “Are you hungry, boyfriends?”

I shake my head, filled with humor. “I could eat.”

“Tricks, that was the best meal I ever had.” Luca rolls off the bed. “Let’s eat.”

Sally walks to her dresser and grabs a pair of silky shorts. Shimming into them without underwear, she slides her hands into ours and pulls us out to the table. Our gorgeous mate perches on the table, takes a big bite from the chicken, and swings her legs.

“What’s wrong?” She asks, frowning at us as we stand in front of her.

“Not a thing.” I smile at her, enjoying the show, and her red lacy bra she didn’t cover.

My favorite thing about Sally’s apartment is the large window in the living room overlooking the city.

I left Sally and Luca sleeping off the food coma, slid back her thin white curtains, and stared at the lights.

Allie checked in and assured me she was safe.

She is staying with Roxanne for the night.

I worry about her, and it’s uncomfortable not having her close.

We rarely travel without all three of us and have never lived far apart.

Even though she is the oldest, I’ve always watched over her.

With the threat of Fredrick, my skin itches not having her near.

My phone vibrates, and I pull it out of my pocket. I’m not surprised by the name on the screen.

“It’s the middle of the night,” I answer, keeping my voice low.

“This is when I work best,” Shade says. “You know that.”

“I do.” Shade is my only friend outside my family. Neither of us is quick to trust, and our friendship was slow to develop. “Are you tracking Fredrick?”

“Of course. He’s avoiding cameras, and it’s pissing me off,” he says. “The number he called from is no longer functioning. He disposed of it. I’m narrowing down the last location it was used. He’s close, but I can’t get a lock on him.”

“He’s gotten away for years. This shouldn’t be a surprise.” Shade prides himself on knowing all. He can’t stand not catching who he is after.

“He’ll slip up,” he assures me.

“We have a plan,” I mumble, but pause.

“And?”

“Do you have experience with witches?” I ask, leaning my shoulder against the window.

“Secretive fuckers,” he replies. “I don’t associate with humans who have magic. They exist and use spells.”

“Very informative,” I drawl. “I thought you knew everything.”