Page 10 of Daring Her Vampires

“Really?”

“I’m a colorful girl.” She shrugs.

“You must like flowers.” I nod to the yellow carnations behind her.

“Not really,” she whispers, and I narrow my eyes. Her scent changes, and the touch of sadness confuses me. “How old are you?”

“Three hundred.” Luca stops on a page.

“Three hundred plus,” I answer.

“Plus?” she laughs, and the sadness is gone.

“Allie is the oldest.”

“You always have to add the plus,” Luca grumbles, looking up.

“It’s an important fact.”

He rolls his eyes and drops his head.

“What do you like to eat?”

I grin. “Do you want the answer?”

“Shit.” She swallows harshly and looks away.

“Her pussy will be our favorite meal,” Luca says, and I laugh.

“I wasn’t going to say that,” I say.

“I know.” Fucking Luca.

“Honesty is good,” she mumbles, waving her hand at her face. “Are you hot? I’m hot. Maybe I need to change.”

“I wouldn't,” I warn.

“Why?”

“If you remove your clothes, you won’t be putting more on.” I cross my arms.

“A locked door won’t keep us out,” Luca grits out.

“Maybe I don’t want you in my bedroom.” She lifts her chin, and I can’t resist the challenge. She gasps as I push her legs apart as far as her skirt allows and step between them.

“Don’t lie,” I scold, gliding my hands up the outside of her thighs. “We can continue to play the game, but we know you want us.” I continue up her sides, grazing the outside of her breasts before cupping her face. “What do you want, Little Bunny?” Luca approaches behind me, abandoning the book.

“You do tempt me,” she says. “Both of you.” She lifts her palm, pressing it into my chest. “I like to play. I know what I want and what I like.” My jaw ticks as she slides her hand down. I wait. “I am not opposed to a night of fun. I don’t need to know about someone to sleep with them.” Luca growls. We don’t want to picture her with anyone else. “But you are my mates. This is going to last more than a night.” She cups my cock, and I hiss. “Who do you think can hold out the longest?” She lifts a brow, challenging, daring us to win. She strokes me once and pulls away.

“What are the rules?” I ask.

“The rules of seduction?” She asks, and I nod. “Anything.”

“Be specific,” Luca says.

“Words are always good.” She looks at my mouth.

“So, we can tell you we want you to be a good girl and spread for us.” I hear her heart skip.