19. Next Time

Chapter 19

Next Time

I honestly didn't know what was wrong with me, but it was like the second they ordered me to do something, I was powerless to stop myself from giving in.

Meaning…

I licked the damn spoon clean.

When I did, Victor's eyes started to change, glowing slightly and making me jerk back a little in fright. It was a sight that didn't seem to bother him because he dropped the spoon back in the bowl. Then he took my hand in his and guided me up from the seat, clearly with other ideas in mind.

"Come with me," he said, and I did as I was told, with Talon watching as his brother walked me to the living space.

"Bring the bowl, Brother , it looks like we have a pet to feed," Victor said darkly, making me squirm as he pulled me closer. Then he turned me around to face the window, and the city below mocked me with its freedom.

Victor's hands stroked back my hair before I felt his nose dip to my hair as he told me,

"You smell so damn good."

I closed my eyes at this and the way his hands gently stroked down from the top of my head until his fingertips were caressing my neck. Both hands working in tandem until they both came to rest at my shoulders.

"Been driving me crazy all night," he told me, making me gasp at the confession as his hands were on the move once more.

His fingertips made the tantalizing journey down my sides, before his large hands gripped my waist and he used his hold on me to walk us both backward.

He took this moment to sit down, making me do the same until I found myself situated between his legs. Legs that stretched out either side of me, with one kicked up on the coffee table, his expensive dress shoes making marks on the glass. Not that he looked to care, because his hand spanned my belly, holding me tight to him.

"Wh-what are you… going to do?" I asked fearfully, hating what his touch did to my insides and how much I was starting to crave it.

"Like I said… time to feed you," he told me just as Talon came to stand in front of me, bowl in hand.

For a second, I thought he would start to unbuckle his belt, he was that close. His free hand went to my cheek and lifted my face up with a single fingertip, causing me to look up at him with big eyes. A reaction that caused his own eyes to glow just like his brother's had. Like they had done the night I had seen him feeding from that man. The whites of them were silver and the green in his irises faded to black.

In fact, it was only in sight of my flinching back against Victor did he close them suddenly, as if trying to get a handle on his dark emotions, and he only opened them again when he had a lid on it.

His green eyes were back once more, before he reached behind him and pulled a section of the sofa around, making me realize it was some kind of footstool. He positioned it in such a way that he was sitting directly in front of me, but clearly, the brothers didn't believe it was close enough. I knew that when I felt Victor's hands curled on the inside of my thighs before yanking them open.

"Ooh!" I yelped, and Talon took this as his cue to get closer, yanking me toward him so I was sufficiently sandwiched between them both. My breathing became heavy, and I started to squirm on the edge of the seat. Victor's big body was a solid cage behind me, his hands lying on my open thighs with his touch feeling more like a claim.

"Open," Talon ordered, and the sound of his voice was like chasing a drug, because there was no longer an undercurrent of amusement. No, now it held something far more addictive. A dark, hidden promise of what was to come, like a secret he wanted to whisper.

But first he would need to lure me closer to the core of him. It was like reaching out trying to touch your own reflection in a black lake. You couldn't see the dangers lurking beneath, just your mirror image. Then just as your fingertips made contact with your own face, something would reach up and grab you. Snatch you right from the world without a trace.

That was what his voice was like.

Just like Victor's, and he now reached up and caressed his fingers down my jaw as he told me,

"My brother asked something of you, pretty girl."

I let my mouth fall open instantly, no longer able to fight against it, not even as Talon grinned in a smug way, lifting the spoon to my lips and pushing it inside. The ice-cream wasn't enough to douse the flames of the raw desire they brought out of me. A desire I was far too addicted to for shame to factor in anymore. I even found myself moaning slightly around the spoon, satisfied and no longer afraid at the rumble I felt at my back. One that ended up being echoed around me because it was also heard coming from the man in front of me.

"Do you like that, Little Firefly?" Victor asked me from behind, his lips seductively at my ear and his fingers flexing at my belly when I told him,

"Yes."

"Then you know what to ask of my brother," he encouraged, and I looked back to the imposing figure of a man sitting in front of me.

Talon leaned forward, his one forearm resting against his thigh, the height of him hunched over to get closer to my face.

"What do you want, girl?" Talon rumbled, his voice thick with what seemed to be his own desire.

So, I braved a whisper.

"More."

This enticed another shiver, thanks to Victor's growly breath at my neck. His lips approached dangerous ground for a Vampire… or should I say for me having one at my back.

"Then more you shall receive," Talon told me, holding out the spoon, and this time he didn't need to tell me to open. I swear it was like they had drugged me with their pheromones. I just couldn't seem to think of anything but them… I was hyper-focused on their hands, their bodies and how close they had positioned themselves to me.

It was all like magic.

I licked the spoon clean once more, and my moan of pleasure ended with my head being pulled back by Victor's hand in my hair. His lips were at the side of my neck as he kissed his way up the length and, fuck me, it felt too damn good to deny!

"Fucking beautiful," Talon said.

It was as though he couldn't take his eyes off me, and his own hand reached out to grip my neck. The hold could have turned brutal in a heartbeat. Could have turned deadly. I knew that. One fatal twist and he would have ended it all in a second.

The dangerous thrill of knowing this only seemed to heighten my arousal and I was too deep, too lost to the feeling to allow the shame to sink in and take hold. It could do that tomorrow. I could berate myself later but right now, I just couldn't seem to care enough to stop.

This was the power they held over me.

In the end, my trust was awarded as instead of turning violent, Talon's hand simply remained the firm side of commanding. It was a grip tight enough on the column of my neck that there was a chance it would bruise, but not tight enough to prevent my lungs from filling. Either way, it was effective enough that he used this hold on me to pull me forward, making me sit up straighter. At the same time, he leaned in, and I swear, the second he put his lips to mine, I gasped a moan.

One he tasted.

And in turn, his growl of pleasure was one I swallowed down like the fucking elixir of life. Our wet lips, tilting to the side, and deepening the kiss like it was the most natural thing in the world. It was a lifelong dance everyone knew the steps to. Some partners fit, some didn't and some…

Some were fucking born to kiss.

That was what kissing Talon felt like. As if our lips had been made for each other. And I wasn't the only one to feel this. Not if his reaction was anything to go by because he grabbed my waist and yanked me harder into him, his other hand slipping from the front of my neck and embedding itself in my hair at the side of my head.

His tongue plundered my mouth, dueling with my own and winning the game of supremacy as he completely dominated the kiss. But then I heard some Greek being spoken behind me, causing Talon to pull back, before growling down at me,

"Now time to gift my brother with those sweet lips of yours."

I didn't get a chance to move, nor would I complain as Victor's hand cupped my cheek and turned my head so he could kiss me from behind. Again, like with his brother, I felt myself fit against him like I had been made for him. The kiss was natural and pure, and despite the differences between the two, one wasn't better than the other. They both felt utterly amazing in their own way. Talon had been more forceful, practically fucking me with his tongue and giving me a taste of what was to come. Whereas Victor's kiss was slower and more sensual, something that built up to the biting of my lips and tasting every piece of me. His hand held a firm grip on my cheek and jawline, holding me in place as he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and held it prisoner in between his teeth.

I swear, I felt drunk from these two kisses, leaving me feeling dizzy when their lips left me. I barely just noticed that the bowl of ice cream was long gone, and that Talon was taking hold of the hem of my sweater. Before I could say anything, the cooler air hit my skin as he pulled it up over my head and tossed it somewhere behind him. His eyes glowed in sight of my heaving breasts straining against the white lace and cotton of my bra. A sight I no longer feared, not now I knew what it meant.

He liked what he saw.

I knew this for certain when Talon told me in a husky tone,

"Fucking perfect… You are so fucking perfect."

I moaned and only half of the reason was what his words did to me, the other half was from having Victor's lips on my neck once more.

"That she is, Brother, that she is," he agreed before licking my skin and sucking on the sensitive flesh. I was so lost to what they were doing, I forgot all about the fact that they were Vampires, and I currently had one at my neck once more.

I forgot all about it until I felt his cool fangs slip down further past his gums and before I could get even a fraction away from him, he made his move. Like a snake striking out too quickly to fend off, he banded his arm across me and sank his fangs straight into my flesh.

"Aaahhh!" I cried out at the pain and tried to move away in vain. But that became impossible when Victor tightened his arms around me at the same time Talon went back to kissing me. Each moan of pain was swallowed by his lips and tasted by his tongue. The small agony soon started to morph into feelings of pleasure.

I didn't know if it was like this for everyone they fed from, but like when Talon had done it, each pull of my blood began to build my desire. As if after the initial first bite, something switched that made the bloodthirsty act more erotic.

More carnal.

More forbidden.

I swear, all one of them would have to do now was touch me down there and I would come, screaming, praising these two men as Gods. But that didn't happen, because Talon left my lips and started to suck and bite his way down my breasts, doing so without breaking the skin.

"Not much more now, Brother," Talon warned, making Victor snarl like some wild beast about to have his kill taken from him. His drinking was now frenzied and desperate, as if he was lost to something ancient. Something as old as time.

Something savage.

As for me, Talon seemed to sense it before I did, and my body started to sag in Victor's hold as my senses became sluggish.

"Brother, take care now," Talon warned again, a growl following the simple words.

But it was too late, because even when Victor had finished with me, and was snarling, "Fucking heaven," over my blood-stained skin, I could feel my eyes begin to close.

"You took too much," Talon said, sounding angry and making Victor tip my head side on to look down at me.

"Fuck, you're right. Nessa, can you hear me?" Victor asked, making me manage nothing more than a,

"Hmm?" in return.

"Fuck, I am sorry, my sweet girl, be assured that I will not be so careless next time."

I couldn't help but focus on only one thing, even as I felt myself being lifted up into his arms.

Even as I felt myself then being lowered into a bed.

Or even after I felt them tying rope around my wrists.

Just one single thing…

Next time.