8. Pietro

8

PIETRO

A fter all this time, she’s exactly as I remember. Smooth, supple skin. Delicate, powerful form. That perfectly round, firm ass. In one swift move, I pick Valentina up and crawl onto the giant round cushion, depositing her on her back next to Alessandro as he undresses.

“Bite her,” I command, stroking my fingers down her chest.

He opens wide, his second eyelid rolling white over his eyes. Then he strikes like a viper, latching on to her breast and sucking. The heady scent of my mate’s blood fills the air, her mouth opening in a silent scream as her back arches. Her hands come to his hair, threading through it as her hips rock.

For a long moment, I allow myself to simply watch them. Pink dusts her cheeks. Scarlet lips are open on a silent howl. Alessandro sucks at her breast, her other nipple pebbled and tight. My mouth waters at the scene before me. There was tension when she first arrived. But this? Now?

This is as it should be. Dipping forward, I kiss her nipple, the tip of my tongue darting out to press against it.

Valentina wails, reaching for me as I hollow my cheeks, sucking her tip into my mouth. Her taste is everything—warm candlelight and decadent tart berries. I move from her breast to the swell underneath, kissing and biting playfully while Alessandro pulls gulp after gulp of blood from her.

The heavy scent of her arousal fills the air, her chest rising and falling as I make my way down her body. When I get to the juncture of her thighs, she begins to tremble. She’s still soaked from our earlier play and Alé’s tongue.

Persistent tugging in my chest draws my focus back to her face. Ruby eyes watch me intensely, her fangs poking her lower lip. Alessandro releases his bite and groans, licking a flat path over her nipple. The attention makes her writhe, eyes flicking to him, lips curling into a sated smile.

“Watch him enjoy you,” Alé commands. “We have wanted this for so long, amore.”

My knees hit the floor, and I slide my hands under her legs to her ass, spreading her for me. She’s completely smooth, pussy glistening with arousal. I bury my face between her thighs and breathe deeply, soaking in her essence, that scent made to drive me wild.

“Eat, brother,” Alé directs. Shifting onto his knees, he grabs his bobbing, leaking cock and pats her gently on the lips. “You too, beautiful girl.”

I circle my tongue over her clit just as she opens wide for his rigid length. But the moment my tongue touches her sensitive nub, she moans and falls back against the cushion, eyes rolling into her head.

“Tsk, tsk,” Alé chides her with a laugh. “I need your mouth, Valentina.”

With a snarl, she surges forward and takes him to the hilt, burying his cock deep in her throat. She clamps down on the base, white eyelids rolling over her irises.

Pleasure swirls heavy and hard in my sack, forcing precum to shoot from my shaft. I can’t tear my eyes from them, from the way her venom has Alessandro ready to burst. From the way her body is tense and tight, her clit swollen and needy.

I need her pleasure. Surging forward, I lick a path up her pussy, then suckle gently on her clit in rhythmic waves. Her thighs clamp shut around my head, her muscles trembling as I lick and suck in the teasing pattern she has always loved.

When I slip two fingers inside her pussy and begin to stroke, she explodes, hips thrusting against me as sweet honey floods from her to coat my mouth and chin.

Groaning, I grind my hips against the cushion for some friction, any friction enough to bring me the same ecstasy.

Alé shouts, throwing his head back, both fists wrapped through Valentina’s blonde hair. He bellows her name as he fills her throat with so much seed, it dribbles from both sides and down her chin.

I continue my slow torture of her sweet channel. She’ll come a half dozen times before I go wild. It was always like that with us. A slow and steady build to insanity, and then the frenzy of blood and brutality she prefers to end with.

Alé laughs triumphantly, grinning at me as he comes down, pulling his dripping cock from between her plump, perfect lips.

This. This is as it should be.

This is home.