7. Alessandro

7

ALESSANDRO

W atching my two favorite people together brings me peace. I love the life Pietro and I have built, but it’s incomplete without her between us. That’s never been clearer than right now with Pietro in front of her, stroking her hair as he eats her alive with his gaze.

“I want to kiss you,” he growls, “but if I start now, I don’t think I’ll make it through dinner.” He steps closer, bringing his mouth just over hers, which forces her head back against my shoulder. “I need to watch you fuck him, bite him, toy with him. And then I want you on your knees before me, worshipping.”

Her chest heaves as I slip transparent fabric off her delicate shoulder. When I reach down and place a tender trail of kisses on her soft, warm skin, she shudders between us.

“Alé, stop,” Pietro commands, his voice hard as steel. “Or I will lose my mind.”

“Don’t lose it yet,” I tease, “your pasta sauce is boiling over.”

Pietro growls, hesitating as he watches me drag my tongue up Valentina’s neck. A desperate mewl erupts from his throat, but the pasta sauce boils and hisses as it hits the hot stove. He spins away from us as I chuckle into our mate’s neck.

She pulls me with her toward him, yanking Pietro’s perfectly tailored shirt out of the back of his pants. When she slides both hands underneath it to touch him, he groans and shoves the pasta sauce off the burner.

“I have to touch you both,” she whispers. “Please let me.”

Pietro snarls and turns, focused on her as he unbuttons his vest and tosses it away. Her hands rove his upper body, greedily stroking him.

Not for the first time, I wish I could feel that bond between them. Every time we get together, we talk about her biting me. And every time, it’s me who makes the final determination that I’m not ready. It’s hard enough when we part, and I see how it destroys Pietro for months. I might be Mister Confidence, but I don’t think I have the inner strength to watch her walk away, to feel that bond go dark when she disappears through the portal and returns to her life.

But then Pietro shrugs his shirt off, revealing a muscular upper body covered in tattoos. Valentina moans softly, fingers dancing over the dark ink on his pale skin. She trails the tattoo of his core family line down to his upper pec.

“Bite him,” I encourage, slipping a hand between them to rub my fingertips over his heart.

Pietro growls, fangs descending as his second lid rolls over his eye. The chunky ziol necklace hanging between his chest muscles glints and gleams in the light. I’ve never seen a ziol as beautiful as the one we paid for together when we had enough money. Some days I wear it, but I prefer to see it on him.

“May I?” Valentina’s sweet request has his jaw clenching, muscles popping.

If she bites him now, he’ll come. And fuck dinner, because we’ll be on the floor first and then the playroom next.

“No,” he states, his voice full of command. He tips her chin up. “Did you eat? Are you hungry?”

Hungry for blood, I want to snap. But in the bedroom, he commands us.

And we fucking love it.

It’s always been that way. I’ll never forget how shy he was as a younger male, but as he became a man, a dominance arose in him when we three were alone. It started as a dare one night. Valentina teased him to tell us what to do. But then it felt so right, so good, so hot, we expanded on that over the years.

In public, Pietro seems to be the quieter, more subservient personality. But it’s all an act. Because our Pietro in the bedroom is a monstrously commanding force.

On cue, Valentina’s stomach rumbles, and he gives her a sideways look. “Mate…tell me the truth. Did you eat?”

She shakes her head no, and that’s all he needs to move away from us and return to the pot that now simmers on the stove.

“Sit.” He waves us toward the table. “We must feed you first, mate. Sex second.”

“Awww,” I tease, nipping at her neck playfully. “Fine.”

Valentina turns to me with wickedness in her smile. “If our mate won’t kiss me, Alé, perhaps you will?”

I am not the man Pietro is, because I cannot find it in me to deny our woman what she so sweetly asks for. Bending down, I run my hands over the firm globes of her ass, bringing my forehead to hers. Sliding down her body, I grip the backs of her thighs and pull her up onto our kitchen island.

Pietro growls as he dishes pasta sauce into a saucepan of homemade noodles.

Ignoring his ire, I push my mate’s skirt up her beautiful pale thighs until I can spread them wide enough to wrap her legs around my waist. She smiles sensually up at me, slinging an arm around my neck.

Everything about her is so familiar, so perfect, I can’t resist bringing my mouth to her throat. I breathe her in, soaking in a scent that’s called to me for hundreds of years. She’s all sun-drenched fields mixed with snow-capped mountains and crisp, tart cherries. Growling, I drag my open mouth over her throat, tongue darting out to taste her skin.

So good.

So good.

So fucking good.

I can’t resist closing my fangs over her throat just under her neck. Her head falls back into my palm as she gasps, opening herself to me, inviting me in.

I bite over and over, softly puncturing her skin, bringing the tiniest of blood droplets to the surface. Pietro groans from across the kitchen.

Licking up the wounds I just made, desperate sounds tumble from my throat at tasting her. My cock throbs painfully inside my pants. Unable to resist, I reach down and stroke it as I bite and lick her neck.

This was supposed to be just a kiss, something to tantalize and tease our mate. But I’m quickly losing control. Mentally slapping myself, I take a step back and away, chest heaving and hand still on my dick.

Valentina’s ruby eyes drop to my hand, then she glances at Pietro. “I could skip dinner, mate, if your need is too strong.”

He crosses the kitchen in a flash, gripping her cheeks to squeeze her plump lips together. His mouth brushes over hers as he growls, “My job is to take care of you, even when the two of you seem determined to distract me. Eat quickly, and then I will take care of your other needs.”

I swat his hand away and kiss her plump lips softly. Pietro returns to the dinner, plating it.

Bringing my lips to her ear, I nip at it. “He sucked me off last night, mate, and it felt so fucking good.”

Valentina’s groan stiffens my cock as seed fills my balls. I pull back, admiring the needy look on her face.

“I love it when you touch,” she admits.

Glancing at Pietro, I cast him a sexy smile. “Hear that, mate? She likes to see us touch.”

He smirks as he carries all three plates to our rectangular wood dining table by the side windows.

I pull her off the countertop into my arms, letting her body drag down my erection. We let out matching groans. For a moment, the world stills, and even Pietro disappears as I stare at my mate, so fucking thankful to be with her once more. I move a hand to her elegant wavy bangs, tucking them behind her ear.

“I have missed you greatly,” I whisper. “I never want you to leave.”

Dark lashes flutter against her cheeks as her mouth drops open. “I know,” she whispers. “It gets harder and harder to leave you every time. I…don’t want to.”

Hope sparks in my chest. Maybe this is the time, finally, when we don’t have to choose our dreams over our love.

Pietro sits at the table, an empty chair next to him. As he lays one arm over the back, I know he’s calling us to dinner.

Smiling at him in understanding, I tug our mate around the island. I guide her to the chair next to him, and his hand moves immediately to her inner thigh, caressing and squeezing.

Valentina laughs. “Mate, I will never be able to focus on eating if you do that.”

Pietro lifts a glass of wine to his lips and takes a sip. After he swallows, he gives her a sensual look that tightens my balls. “I haven’t even begun to distract you, Valentina. Eat.”

My nostrils flare as his fingers travel farther up her inner thigh until they reach the juncture where it meets her pussy. He strokes as her back arches and she bares her neck to him.

He can’t resist. No sane male could. Striking fast, he sinks his teeth into her throat, eyelid rolling over his crimson irises. Pietro roars into the bite as Valentina comes, writhing on the chair as she screams his name. She grips the chair’s sides with both hands, muscles trembling as shockwaves bash her, Pietro’s fingers moving steadily between her thighs.

Gods, that mate bite is something else. I can’t wait to have that. As I watch them come down from tonight’s first orgasm, I consider if it’s time for me to say I’m ready to be bitten.

“Eat, for the love of gods,” Pietro whispers when he releases his bite.

Valentina’s chest heaves, her sweater falling off both shoulders as blood dribbles down her skin.

I can’t help it. Lurching forward, I lick the blood off her neck. She tastes of Pietro’s venom. The smallest bit of it has me dripping precum down my thigh.

“Fuck dinner,” I growl, bringing my hand between her legs to slip a finger in next to Pietro’s.

“Yes!” she cries out, looking down to where we finger her together. But then her eyes roll into her head, and she begins to writhe against us.

“I have an idea, mate,” I offer, looking at Pietro. “You get some sustenance into our woman, and I’ll eat something else.” I glance meaningfully to where we’re fucking her, and Pietro’s smile grows wide.

“Do it, brother,” he commands.

I don’t need any further encouragement than that.

Dropping out of my chair and tucking beneath the table, I pull Valentina’s chair closer and shove her thighs wide. Gripping her ass, I pull her to the edge of the chair as Pietro removes his fingers from her pussy.

She wears no underwear, and her shaved pussy glistens with arousal. Her thighs tremble when I grip her ass and lean in to scent her. Above me, Pietro murmurs to her, feeding her, talking to her. I stare for a while. I love staring at her. Knowing she’s ours, that the fates made her for us.

My mouth and tongue were made to please her. Smiling, I dip forward and lick softly up her pussy, swirling my tongue around her clit. She jolts and jumps, banging her knee against the underside of the table with a groan. Pietro talks softly to her, encouraging her to eat as I grin and lap at her again.

It’s not long before my ministrations grow rough and ragged. I love eating her out, tasting her as her arousal grows, knowing she’ll explode with nothing more than my tongue on her clit. When I close my mouth around her sensitive skin and suck, she shoves backward and stares at me from above.

Her thighs tremble as I run my tongue roughly from side to side, then suck at her clit again. She mewls and pants as Pietro brings his lips to her ear and speaks. He tells her how beautiful she is, how much we love her, how much we’ve missed her, and then she’s coming, flooding my mouth with her ecstasy. She pants and clings to Pietro as I eat her through one orgasm. I don’t stop when she comes down, heading for the next when Pietro dips down and gives me a look.

“She can’t focus on the food. Let’s pause for a minute, mate.”

Chuckling, I rise from beneath the table, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

Valentina stares at me with hooded eyes narrowed with lust. She is on the verge of tossing the table over and tackling me.

But Pietro is right. As hard as it is for me to behave, we need to take care of her.

“Eat, darling,” I encourage, eyes flicking to the pasta in front of her. “When you’ve done that, you can eat me.”

Her nostrils flare, a rough growl ripping from her throat.

“Alé…” Pietro cautions. “Enough.”

I throw my hands in the air. “Fine, I’ll behave.”

For a few minutes, at least. Forcing myself to focus on the pasta Pietro made from scratch, I shove noodles in my mouth as he asks her about work.

That topic excites her, and for the next quarter hour she tells us about her current project building a second haven near Azuro. She has distinct thoughts based on her conversation with Abemet earlier. Pietro offers to take her around town tomorrow and give her his perspective. Irritation sparks in my gut at that. I’m working tomorrow, and I just know they’ll take time to fuck in the woods somewhere.

I want that. Perhaps I can get Carolya to come in and cover for me so I can join them. It was always like this with us—the three of us drawn together like magnets, pulled constantly into orbit together. I have been in love with Valentina since we came of age and her bond with Pietro appeared. It matters not to me that the traditional vampiric bond didn’t pick me. They have always picked me.

Valentina sits gracefully in a chair, her legs in Pietro’s lap. He strokes one as she drags her nails lazily up my thigh. She hasn’t finished dinner, and she’s distracted.

Spearing a bite of chicken and pasta, I hold it to her lips. “Open, woman.”

Her cheeks flush, ruby eyes sparkling as she opens wide, pink tongue poking out. She takes the bite and chews, wiping at the corners of her mouth. Pietro licks his lips as he watches her eat the food he made for us.

She obeys dutifully, licking the pasta before taking it into her mouth. She teases us as sensually as we tease her. By the time she’s full, I have joined Pietro in the lost fight to lust. When Pietro brings her an espresso, it’s all I can do not to sweep the entire table’s worth of dishes onto the floor and lay her on it as our dessert. He is determined to edge us to the brink of insanity.

She sips at the hot drink, giggling at how different it tastes. Pietro explains some thing or another about the water here in Ever, but I tune it out. The tension between us is obvious, her smell burgeoning and blossoming the more she sips. Does she realize she’s squirming in her seat, or that her heart rate continues to rise despite several orgasms?

When I can take it no longer, I shove my chair back. “Let’s go to bed,” I growl, holding a hand out for her.

Pietro cuts me a sharp look, but the hunger in his eyes is obvious.

Valentina turns to me with a chuckle. “Are you feeling quite needy, Alé? Didn’t get enough dinner?” Her voice goes throaty and deep, her fangs descending to poke her lower lip.

I give her a wicked grin. “I need to drink you down, to spill deep inside you, to watch our mate do the same.” I wrap my long fingers around her throat.

Dark eyes flash as I pull her from the chair and position her in my lap, her back against my chest. I grind my hard-on against her ass. “Feel that, Valentina?” I squeeze her throat a bit tighter. “And look at Pietro. See how much he wants you?”

In front of us, Pietro shifts backward in his seat, stepping his feet slightly outward. The move accentuates the hard shaft pressed to one thigh, barely hidden by his pants. He grins lazily, his initial focus on dinner finally assuaged. One hand grips his cock, rubbing down it as he stares heatedly at our mate.

Valentina’s chest rises and falls fast underneath my forearm. Sliding my free hand up her taut stomach, I caress the underneath of one breast. She groans and drags my hand to her nipple. I pinch and roll it between my fingers as her head falls against my shoulder.

“Ask me to bite you,” I purr into her ear, rubbing my dick up the crack of her ass.

She quivers beneath my touch. “Too many clothes,” she mutters. “You’re both wearing too many clothes.”

Pietro stands, reaching for her hand. “Come.” His voice is soft, thoughtful, but a command nonetheless.

She takes his hand and mine and follows. I trail them around the island and down the long hall that leads to our rooms. Pietro and I keep separate rooms for sleeping, but a giant open area between them is designed purely for play. We’ve brought occasional lovers here, but we designed this room with her in mind. A sex swing hangs from the corner, and the center of the room has a giant flat play bed.

Pietro drops her hand and stops just shy of us, smirking at me. “Undress her,” he commands.

With a needy groan, I round her and pull the translucent sweater all the way off her delicate shoulders. She sighs and leans forward, giving me easy access to the laced back of the bustier.

“I fucking love laces.” I unknot the very top and begin to loosen it.

Pietro is a statue, eyes locked onto her as I loosen the garment. When it slips down her body, she’s nude beneath it. He and I let out matching groans.

“Look at her,” I muse. “Still so beautiful. Still ours.”

“Ours,” he confirms, crooking two fingers at her. Crimson eyes come to mine. “Take your clothes off, brother. I want you ready for her.”

I’ll take a command from him any day. Pietro reaches for Valentina’s hand and pulls her toward the large velvet-covered bed in the middle of the room.

I rip my shirt off as I trail after them. Her eyes find me as I drop my pants to the ground. Pietro stands with our female in his arms, both of my mates staring at my naked figure. His hands roam every inch of her neck, her back.

“Perfetto,” I murmur as I watch them. “You two are perfection.”