15. Alessandro

15

ALESSANDRO

S he bound me. She bound me. Something I’ve wanted since we were teens all those centuries ago. Something I’ve wanted with a depthless aching need that none of our visits ever alleviated.

The last six months of misery dissipate, gone on the wind as her and Pietro’s love fills me. I marvel at being able to feel their emotions in my chest. Pietro’s thinking dark things about fucking us. She’s overwhelmed and thrilled at feeling me.

And me? I’m home. It doesn’t matter where we go; as long as they’re with me, I’ll be happy.

Valentina looks at me, adoration obvious in the softness at the corners of her beautiful ruby eyes. “I’m going to change into something sexier. Then let’s grab a drink and go to the club, assuming you still want to go?”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to say no, let’s stay home and fuck. But we can go fuck in front of others, flaunting our bond. And I love to show her off.

“Wear something see-through,” I encourage, slapping her ass.

“Done,” she croons, reaching down to give Pietro’s hard-on a squeeze before she sashays out of the room.

When she goes, he bends forward and nuzzles the tip of my nose with his. “I love feeling you in here.” He brings my hand inside his low-cut shirt to his heart before his lips brush mine. “I can’t wait to feel you in here while we fuck her.”

Heat flares through me. I love this new dynamic between us, feeling his emotions threaded through mine.

“I want it.” I brush my lips to his. “I’ve wanted it for a long time, Pietro.”

He opens his mouth to say something, but Valentina emerges from her room in a sheer lace top and black leather miniskirt. Every dip and swell of her body are visible to us, from peaked red nipples to that firm stomach I love to bite.

“What do you think?” She holds her arms out and spins.

My breath halts in my chest. “Stunning,” I manage. But “stunning” isn’t an adequate enough word to describe how hauntingly beautiful she is. And it was always like that for me, despite that missing bond.

She puts a hand on her hip, sticking it out. “Well, you two look appropriately gobsmacked, and I feel like a goddess, so shall we go?”

“Yeah,” I manage like an idiot, wiping my hand over my mouth. “Or what if?—”

“We’re going,” Pietro demands, grabbing my shoulders and shoving me toward the door. If we decide we’d rather be home, we’ll come back.

Ten minutes later, I’m glad he kicked my ass out the door. We stand in front of a building designed to look like a human cathedral, although nothing holy is happening inside. The entire place smells like blood and fucking. An arched gothic door is painted the same black as nearly everything in this haven.

A tiny door opens at eye level, and a red iris appears. The vampire looks at Pietro and me before growling, “Password?”

Valentina pushes between us and laughs. “Password? Come on, Yaitzen, let us in.”

The tiny door slams shut, and Valentina grabs my hand. Moments later, locks click and retract, and a big vampire male opens the door for us. The moment he lets us through, he shuts it and locks it once more.

We say nothing as he gives us wristbands, but I don’t miss the hungry look in his eyes when Valentina offers her wrist. I suppose it’s possible he’s tasted her at some point or another. She probably frequents this place. But I don’t give a fuck because tonight she’s here with us.

We silently follow her down a long dark hallway and into the cavernous main room. Dancers hang in cages from the ceiling, dripping bags of blood onto the throng below. Stained glass windows line the entire space all the way to an altar at the front where a giant centaur fucks a vampire female strapped to a mounting table.

My balls tighten and fill at the orgy on the floor below us. Different scenes are laid out, each one surrounded by a throng of onlookers either waiting their turn or just there to watch. If this is like other clubs, there’ll be a number of rooms in the back dedicated to specific scenes like forest chases and the like.

“Where do you want to start?” Pietro rubs the backs of his knuckles along Valentina’s jawline.

“I want the mounting stand,” she says, fangs flashing.

I laugh and run a hand through my hair. “Go big or go home?”

“Exactly,” she purrs, starting down the stairs.

We pass a dozen scenes I’d be thrilled to stop at, but when we reach the altar, excitement riles me. She was right to pick this. It’s so impossibly hot, I can barely stand it.

Attendants for the scene gather a sweating, gasping vampire female and carefully remove her from the stand. When they take her off, a river of creamy cum drips from her well-used pussy. Her head lolls back as they carry her off stage and down a dark hallway to rest.

I’ve only seen a centaur scene like this once, when we were teens and snuck into a club back home, but it stuck with me.

Valentina spins and places a hand flat on each of our chests. “I live here, so I can come any time. Is there anything you’d rather do than this particular scene?” She jerks her head toward the centaur, who’s watching as another female, a minotaur, ascends the altar and leans over the cylindrical mounting table. He bends down and flips her miniskirt up around her waist, kneeling so he can bury his nose between her ass cheeks.

“Nope,” I pop. “This is it.”

Pietro grins and grips her throat, pulling her closer to him until his lips brush over hers. “This is perfect, Valentina.”

They start making out, and I watch for a few minutes. The grunting of the minotaur female grabs my attention. She grips the round mount, riding it as the centaur male dwarfs her, fucking her hard and deep. He’s massive, and I’m having a hard time imagining him and Valentina fitting.

An attendant moves toward us, drawing my gaze. He taps Valentina and leans into her ear. “You want the potion to take him?”

Her eyes flash white as the second lid covers them. “Yeah.” She’s breathless, expectant, excited.

The attendant hands her a small bottle filled with green liquid. In a flash, she winks at me and unstoppers it, downing it in one gulp.

I reach down and adjust my cock, grinning as I think about her taking all of that male up on the stage. The potion will make it possible for her to do so. It’s a unique concoction created by vampires for vampires. I have no idea what other species of monster do if they wanna fuck this guy.

Before long, it’s our turn. The minotaur female stumbles off the stage into the waiting arms of two helpers. Valentina gracefully ascends it and stops before the centaur. He stands, cock erect and dripping. He’s handsome, his horse half covered in a shiny white hide. His human half is sun-kissed and golden. Long blond waves fall around his shoulders. He’s a warrior, though, based on the scars that crisscross his chest, stomach, and arms.

Something about that heats me up. My perfect little delicate woman getting railed by this giant beast of a male.

He reaches for her shirt and slips it off her shoulders. Pietro comes to my side and reaches down, palming my cock.

“I need to be up there,” I mutter. Grabbing his hand, I drag him up the six steps to the platform where the mounting bench is. The centaur doesn’t bother to look at us as he pulls her shirt off and tosses it aside.

I stand beside the bench, facing the crowd, with Pietro at my back.

Valentina’s hands come to her skirt, shoving it down, but the centaur stays her hand. “Leave that on,” he commands.

She throws her glossy hair over her shoulder and waits for him to make the first move. He steps forward, reaching down to pull her up into his arms. Her legs go around his waist as he clip-clops to the mounting bench and sets her down on it.

Someone in the crowd mutters, and I twitch my ear to hear what they’re saying.

“Get on with it!” another male shouts.

My mate is a tease, and this centaur knows how to work a crowd.

He pushes her skirt up. Dark eyes flick to hers. “Show me everything, pretty girl.”

Valentina rocks back onto her elbows, bringing one foot flat on the mounting bench, drawing the centaur’s hungry gaze to the juncture of her thighs. I risk a glance at the audience. Most are openly stroking themselves or being fucked as they watch her. I reach for Pietro and palm his cock. He’s hard. I bet he aches like I do.

The centaur drops to his forelegs so his human half is nestled between her thighs. Dipping even lower, he brings his nose to the inside of her knee and chuffs. He scents her all the way to her pussy, where he groans softly. Bringing one hand to her belly, he presses her flat on the bench. He curls his other arm around her propped-up knee, holding the top of her inner thigh and spreading her wide.

When he licks a hard, hot path up her pussy and over her clit, she arches on the bench, white eyelid flashing over her ruby eyes.

Pietro presses against me. His hips begin to rock as I slide my hand into his pants and grip his shaft at the base. Valentina cries out, reaching one hand up behind her head, fingers curling as she reaches for us. Pietro strokes two fingers along her palm, to the tip of each finger as the centaur eats her with increasing roughness.

The crowd around us is intoxicating, the scents of blood and pleasure combining into a maelstrom of bliss as orgasm overtakes my pretty little mate. Her screams mesh with the rising crowd and the desperate, huffy grunts of the centaur as his rhythm goes jagged and wild.

I can’t move my eyes from his big flat tongue and scarred lips. Our new bond is awash with pleasure that’s practically a physical touch. Jerking Pietro hard, I pant in his ear as orgasm swirls and eddies in my balls, not quite close enough, but threatening to surprise me out of nowhere.

The centaur rises, guiding Valentina’s leg off one side of the bench. Her chest heaves, nipples pebbled to sharp points as he steps between her thighs and strokes her pussy with a practiced touch. He leans down, big upper body resting lightly on hers as he brings his mouth to her ear, stroking sweaty hair away from her forehead.

I marvel at the scent of her pleasure mixed with his deep pine essence.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he murmurs, “and it’s going to feel so good, but if it’s ever too much, say ‘red.’ Nod if you understand.”

Valentina smirks and nods, turning her head to the left so her lips nearly brush his. He stiffens, but she waits, not forcing any further touch from him. He seems to marvel at her clear offer of a kiss, and after a moment where his eyes move hungrily over her face, he closes them and presses his mouth to hers.

The crowd screams with need, but he ignores everything as he kisses my mate, their tongues tangling together, the kiss desperately sensual. He plunders her mouth with a warrior’s efficiency, taking and taking as Valentina’s scent blooms from his attention.

When they part, he looks thoughtful.

Everyone loves Valentina. It’s easy to see. She enraptures everybody .

But she’s all mine.