Gemma

When he pulled his fangs out of my neck, he sucked on my neck and began to lick it feverishly. He usually drank more and took his time cleaning up, but he pulled away from me only to throw me over his shoulder before he began to race back up the hill.

"What's the hurry?" I asked in confusion, but I was glad I didn't have to walk because it would have taken me a few minutes to compose myself after that particular fuckfest.

His movements were too fast, and I couldn't see anything but a blur. The wind felt cool against my hot skin. I felt his cum begin to drip out of me, but we'd already reached the house by the time it got to my thigh. It would have served him right if I had gotten some on him since it was his mess. He was a savage.

He didn't put me down but took me into the sex dungeon, dumped me on the bed and left. I blinked at the door in shock as I heard him lock the door. I jumped up and walked towards the door to pound on it.

"Hey, why am I being locked up?" I shouted.

I was met with silence, and I placed my ear on the door before rolling my eyes. The vampire freak was a predator, and it was highly unlikely I would be able to hear him. I went into the bathroom and used the wet wipes to clean myself up. I rummaged through all the cupboards and cabinets, but there wasn't a tampon or pad in sight. In defeat, I used some toilet paper before going back to lie on the bed, trying not to think about how I had orgasmed twice with said freak.

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I jerked upright when I heard something heavy fall down the stairs. I held my rolled-up toilet paper and ran towards the door.

"Christian," someone yelled before I heard tussling.

I put my ear at the door and heard loud thumping noises and wood splintering. Something fell off the wall to my right, but I ignored it.

"What? I want to meet my sister-in-law," another man's voice said.

I cringed because they probably weren't men. They were all vampires, and I sure as fuck didn't want to meet more of them. My head shot up, and I covered my mouth to stifle my gasp. The vampire had said, sister-in-law.

Was he referring to me? Were these his brothers?

I put my ear back to the door, wishing I had super hearing, but all I could hear was incoherent mumbling, which grew fainter. I lifted my head when I realised they were returning up the stairs. Well, I knew why he locked me up. It wasn't punishment but protection.

What could I do in this room? Toss a butt plug at their heads? Stake their hearts with a rubber rabbit?

I sighed, wondering how all this was a reality and not some fucked up long dream that I couldn't wake up from. When I was about to go into the bathroom for a soak in the bathtub, I heard the door unlock. Alaric walked in and closed the door, holding a bag in his hand.

"Put some clothes on and come upstairs. My brothers are here," he said in a churlish manner.

"Do you have any pads or tampons?" I asked as he walked towards me with the bag.

He shook his head with a frown before it cleared up, and a predatory glint appeared in his eyes. Before I could blink, he had me lying on the bed with his face between my legs, and he diligently began to lap me up. I saw the bunched-up toilet paper lying on the floor before I closed my eyes as I felt him push his tongue inside of me.

He unceremoniously pushed my legs apart and held my legs in the air. My face burned because I couldn't have him lapping up my pussy like a dog in heat every time I leaked in comparison to ladies' sanitation products. He licked the entire length of my pussy, pausing to play with my clit, and I decided that sanitation products were overrated and this might be a new way forward. He ran his tongue up my thigh to the spot he bit yesterday, but he didn't bite me. He kissed my inner thigh and put my legs down.

"Such a wet little pussy," he said as he licked his lips. "We ' re going to finish this later."

He wore jeans with a black shirt, but I noticed his hand inside his jeans, fondling his cock, until I realised he was trying to get it into a comfortable position. Nothing was going to hide his hard-on, but he pulled his shirt out of his jeans to cover his dick.

"My brothers can be intense, so be a good girl when you meet them," he said with a clear but silent warning.

He waited until I nodded before he left the room.

For fuck's sake. If he was saying they were intense, then I would be doomed to be stuck in the company of three gloomy vampires for God knew how long. My heart just about stopped when I remembered they would all know I was on my fucking period because of their jacked-up senses.

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Ultimately, I'd decided to have a quick body shower before putting on the simple black leggings and a royal blue sleeveless top. The only plus side was that the outfit came with underwear. There was nothing else in the bag, so I cautiously opened the door, and my jaw dropped at the chaos in the hallway. The once stunning dark wood was splintered to show the lighter wood beneath the varnish, and some of the marble flooring was cracked. I avoided the pieces of wood on the floor and noticed a large chunk of marble at the bottom of the staircase. It had come away from one of the steps further up. As I walked up the steps, I saw some cracked ones.

Alaric had never hurt me with his strength, but seeing the damage to the stairs, flooring and wall, I could see how easy it would be. When I reached the hallway on the ground floor, Alaric stood there waiting for me. He sniffed the air a few times.

"It looks as if your shower has masked some of the scent of your blood," he said with approval.

I bit the inside of my lip to stop myself from saying something I would regret later. My nerves gave me verbal diarrhoea. It was unintentional, but I couldn't risk it this afternoon. He guided me towards the kitchen and outside into the shaded area.

The two vampires that stood there were completely different. One was a giant who wore jeans and a dark grey hoody. The other was tall but slimmer, and he wore a suave suit similar to Alaric's when I first met him.

"This is my older brother, Damien," Alaric said, pointing to the dark-haired, slim vampire.

His eyes turned black like a snake's before returning to normal.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," he said, reaching for my hand before glancing at Alaric. He patted my hand and let it go. "I hope these two didn't frighten you earlier."

I shook my head and was about to turn towards his other brother, but he became a blur and came up behind me to sniff at my hair.

"She smells like a normal human," he said.

Alaric narrowed his eyes on him and pulled me towards him.

"And this is my younger brother, Christian. They won't be staying for long."

His brother had his hoody pulled over his head, and I gasped when I saw his eyes were nothing like his brothers. They were an amber colour.

"Are you the adopted one?" I blurted out to Christian. "Oh, I'm sorry, that was rude of me."

When I looked closer, I saw his face had some lines or scars.

"I like her," he said as his lips twisted into a smile.

"Thank you for your approval, Christian," Alaric said in his usual droll yet scathing manner.

"You can come and live on my island if you get bored of my brother," he said cheekily, but he wasn't looking at me. He kept his eyes on Alaric.

Everything happened so fast. Damien came towards me and pulled me into the house as I turned to watch Alaric and Christian fight. They were like a tornado, destroying everything in its path. My morbid curiosity made me watch as they bounced from one side of the garden to the next. What I really wanted to do was record them so I could slow it down to watch them.

I turned to face Damien to ask him a question, but he was staring into my eyes, and I snapped my fingers between our faces.

"That shit doesn't work on me," I said, irritated from being a source of amusement for them.

"My apologies, I had to make sure. I'm rather fascinated," he said with an apologetic smile and remorseful tone of voice. "Why don't we chat while they—work their differences out?"

I nodded because Alaric wasn't talkative, and I missed the social aspect of my work. I would take what I could get.