13. Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Anatoly

“Are you sure you liked the food? It didn’t seem like you ate much,” Rissa said as they walked back to Sanguine from the parking garage. The five-course meal took longer than Anatoly expected, and it was now almost midnight.

“It was all delicious,” he said, wishing he could tell her the truth. He’d been forced to push his food around his plate and pretend to eat for five courses. He was tempted to use thrall to make her think he was eating, but decided it wasn’t worth betraying her trust for such a little thing.

“It really was,” she agreed, rubbing her belly. “I can’t believe how amazing it all was.”

“You deserve to have amazing as often as I can provide,” he said as they reached the door to Sanguine, and he opened it for her.

The bar was empty and mostly dark, with only Zan standing behind the counter, tapping on a tablet. Looking up, his face broke out into an eager, excited smile.

“It’s about time you two got back!” he exclaimed, sliding over the counter and rushing up to them. “I was so lonely.”

He grabbed Rissa under her arms and held her up in the air with a slow twirl.

“Put me down!” Rissa gasped, even as she laughed at his antics.

Anatoly pushed an image of the bar top at Zan through their soul bond. He had one more plan for the evening, and it involved the three of them and the Sanguine bar top.

With an expression of anticipation, Zan set Rissa down on the bar top, then pushed a few stools out of the way. Moving between her legs, he pressed his lips to hers.

Anatoly made sure the door was securely locked and the protective wards that kept everyone out during off hours were activated. Only someone very powerful or the bruja who’d created the wards could get in now. They were safe and secure in Sanguine.

He’d given Rissa a magical evening tailored for her. Now it was time to do the same for Zan. Only instead of a meal with a live orchestra, his evening delight would involve a nightcap with Rissa as the drinking vessel.

“Don’t you want to go upstairs?” Rissa asked between Zan’s kisses.

“Later,” Anatoly answered for Zan. “We want to play down here first.”

Rissa cast a glance at the windows at the front. “People could see in here.”

“Lucky them,” Zan murmured. “They’d get to see two men pleasuring the most gorgeous woman in all of San Diego. They might die of jealousy on the spot.”

She snorted. “I promise that’s not what they’re thinking.”

“I hate it when you put yourself down,” Zan grumbled. “You’re gorgeous. I don’t know why you think you’re not. I get a hard- on even thinking about your luscious body. When we work together, I have to work hard on not getting hard!”

“Zan makes a good point,” Anatoly said, walking around the bar to stand at Rissa’s back. “It also feels like you’re calling us liars. I don’t like my honesty being questioned. If you keep saying you're undesirable or ugly, we might be forced to spank you.”

She jerked. “What?”

Zan nodded his head, looking enthusiastic. “Oh, I like that idea. It’d be fun to get to spank someone else for a change.”

“I don’t think… um… I’m probably not…”

Poor Rissa was so flustered she couldn’t finish her sentence. While she was trying to sort out her thoughts, Zan made short work of pulling off her shirt and unbuttoning her jeans.

“Hey, we need—oh!”

Anatoly cut her off by grabbing her under the arms and lifting so Zan could sweep her pants and panties off, taking her shoes off with them.

All that was left was her bra, which Anatoly unhooked and Zan pulled off, then tossed it carelessly behind him.

“You’re probably tired from the evening,” Anatoly murmured, pressing her shoulders, urging her to lay down on the bar.

“This isn’t sanitary,” she huffed, even as she let the two of them lay her out. Anatoly ducked down to dig Zan’s favorite vodka out of one of the small fridges and hand it to him. The shifter’s eyes lit up with excitement.

“What are you going to do—shit that’s cold!” Rissa screeched when Zan poured a shot on her belly button. Leaning over, he licked, then covered the spot with his lips and sucked. Rissa gasped. “Your mouth feels ssso hot!”

“This is the best version of doing shots ever,” Zan growled, licking every last drop of the expensive vodka off Rissa’s soft skin.

“While you enjoy your drink, I think I might have a late snack,” Anatoly said as he straddled the bar and grabbed Rissa’s ankles. Scooting forward, he put her legs over his shoulders and settled down on his belly. The bar top wasn’t the most comfortable of surfaces, but he didn’t plan to spend all night there.

After Rissa had her first orgasm and Zan got to lick vodka off her delectable skin, he’d take them both upstairs and enjoy the two of them for the rest of the night.

***

Zan

He was glad Anatoly gave Rissa a romantic evening, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little jealous. Zan knew his strengths. He excelled at good times but not at creating a fairy tale date night. All of Anatoly’s romantic inclinations were wasted on Zan, but now he had Rissa to shower all that old world charm on.

Zan got to take her to loud places where they could dance to music Anatoly said was nothing but jumbles of sounds. It all worked out, including the times they all wanted to do the same thing.

Things such as licking some of the best chilled vodka in the world off Rissa’s body!

“Anatoly!” Rissa cried out. Zan looked over to see the vampire teasing Rissa by licking and nipping gently on the insides of her thighs. Her dark curls were already damp, and her arousal perfumed the air.

He’d never get enough of that smell.

“You got to spend hours savoring an elaborate meal,” Anatoly said. “Now it’s my turn.”

“Hours?” she gasped and tried to grab his head. “You’re not teasing me for hours!”

Zan grabbed Rissa’s wrists and held them over her head with one of his hands. “Let Anatoly enjoy himself,” he said, putting his lips close to her ear. She shivered and then jerked, probably because Anatoly nipped a little harder. Over the last week and a half they’d learned that Rissa liked a little bit of pain with sex, but only a little. A nip here or there, but no spanking or anything like that.

That was fine, Zan would much rather be the one getting his ass slapped than doing the slapping.

Giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, Zan kept her hands locked together even as he moved his mouth down. He’d never thought of himself as a breast man, but Rissa changed that. He couldn’t get enough of her chest and some nights even got to use them as a pillow for a short time.

She moaned when he sucked a nipple into his mouth. He played with it until it was a hard nub, then he pulled away and dribbled vodka over it.

“Cold!” Rissa cried out. The word was barely out before he sucked her nipple back into his mouth, making her gasp. He kept doing that, alternating between the cold vodka and his hot mouth until both her nipples were hard peaks, and she was arching her back trying to get him to keep sucking on her.

“I need more!” she demanded.

Her entire body was shivering now, and he knew it wasn’t from the cold. Anatoly’s entire face was buried in her sex, and he could feel the vampire's satisfaction as he sucked on her clit.

Letting her nipple pop out of his mouth, he smiled down at her. “What do you need more of, baby?”

“Use your hand and mouth,” she demanded, tugging at her hands. When he didn’t let go of her wrists, she stopped struggling and tried begging. “Please, Zan. Suck on me with your mouth and use your hand on my other breast. They ache to be touched. I’m so close. I just need—”

Zan stopped her flow of words by setting the vodka down next to her head. She licked her lips and arched her back again. Leaning over, he sucked the closer nipple into his mouth, teasing the tip with his tongue. At the same time, he cupped her other breast and massaged the soft mound.

It wasn’t long until her entire body went tense. She sounded a keening cry and started shuddering violently. If he and Anatoly hadn’t been holding her, she might’ve fallen off the bar top.

They kept going until she sobbed, “No more.”

Zan reluctantly pulled his mouth away and let go of her wrists. “Are you okay?”

Anatoly was sitting up between her legs, licking his lips and then fingers as if savoring the last of an exquisite meal.

Rissa’s body went mostly limp, and she lazily grinned up at him.

“I love you. Both of you.”

Zan jerked. Her words felt like a live wire touched his chest. “Do you mean it, Rissa? Or is this post-sex haze talking?”

She blinked a few times. Then her expression turned serious, and she fumbled to sit up. Zan was quick to help her, and Anatoly hopped off the bar so she could more easily swing her legs over to one side. Now they stood on either side of her.

“You’re going to need to repeat that,” Anatoly said.

Zan was surprised that Anatoly was so calm. For a human like Rissa, declaring her love was a big deal. When he felt relief coming from the vampire, he realized Anatoly was worried about acting too excited and scaring Rissa away from the words.

“I was going to say it earlier, but Anatoly told me I should wait until we were all together,” Rissa said, suddenly looking embarrassed. “It’s not a big deal.”

“But it is,” Zan argued. “We loved you from the moment we met you, but for you, it’s different. If you love us, it means you trust us. That’s huge!”

Rissa looked pleased at his logic. “I guess that’s true. I didn’t think I’d ever trust anyone as much as I trust you guys. Not even the few people I call friends, like Samatha and Joan.”

“We’re honored by your trust and love,” Anatoly said. Zan could feel the vampire working hard on not letting his emotions get too strong and change his eye color. “We’ll work hard on never betraying you. Can you promise me something?”

“Don’t worry, I don’t cheat,” she rushed to say.

“We’d never worry about that,” Zan said. “You have too much integrity to cheat.”

“Then what?” she asked.

“If you ever feel the need to leave us, talk to us first,” Anatoly asked. While the request made a bolt of fear go through Zan, he could understand Anatoly’s intentions. If she promised to talk to them, that would give them a chance to change her mind. If she simply walked out, it would be so much harder to get her back.

And they’d always get her back because life without Rissa wasn’t living.

“I can promise that,” she agreed. “Will you guys promise to tell me when you’re tired of our relationship? Please don’t get shitty with me and make me feel like a bitch so I’ll leave. Just tell me, and I’ll go.”

There was never a chance of that happening, so it was an easy thing to agree to.

“Agreed,” they both said at once, making Rissa chuckle.

“Is the serious talk over?” Zan asked, leaning over to nuzzle Rissa’s breasts. “I’m hard as fuck and there’s a soft bed upstairs calling our names!”

Anatoly grabbed Rissa and threw her over his shoulder. “Last one in bed has to wear the extra-large butt plug!”

Then he was gone, Rissa’s laughter echoing up the stairs.

“Oh no!” Zan drawled as he sauntered after them. “Poor me!”

He wasn’t surprised to find that Anatoly already had the plug out, and Rissa was holding the lube by the time he got to the bedroom.

It was a rough life, but someone had to wear the butt plug!