9. Valentina

9

VALENTINA

P ietro kisses and sucks gently on my clit as my thighs tremble. I’m oversensitized from that incredible orgasm. But he knows every inch of my body, how to build me back up. And he will, over and over before he allows himself to come.

That has always been our rhythm since we were young and new in love and fumbling our way around one another's bodies. But we’re grown now, and it’s been a long time.

Growling, I roll smoothly onto all fours and grip Alessandro’s throat, tossing him down onto the cushion. Thank the gods for vampire females being so strong.

He grunts when I seat myself on his still-hard cock with one quick move. His mouth falls open, scarlet eyes roving my body hungrily. Both hands come to my hips as I glance over my shoulder.

“Come, mate,” I command.

Pietro is at my back in a moment, turning my face gently so he can take my lips. His tongue dips into my mouth as Alé’s fingers find my clit and pinch. I gasp into the kiss, and Pietro deepens it, fingers curling into my hair.

“Fuck her,” Alé pleads, his big hips moving slowly beneath me. He loves it when they take me together. And I agree, it’s delicious, so I rub my ass against Pietro’s front, marveling at the thickness that nestles between my ass cheeks.

Pietro breaks the kiss and makes a quick slashing motion at his wrist. The first drip of his blood on my back has me arching in pleasure. His sweet but tangy scent fills my senses as he deposits droplets down my back and into my crack. It’s a natural lubricant for vampires.

And I want what he’s preparing me for.

“Move, Alé,” Pietro growls, slipping his fingers down to stroke the tight pucker there. “Bounce her on your fat cock.”

Oh gods.

Alé grabs my hips, using his strength to rock me back and forth on his incredible thickness. Every forward motion drags his dick along my G-spot. My eyes roll into my head as I fall forward, planting my hands on his broad chest, hips rocking with his. The beautifully etched tattoos down his neck and over his pecs tell the story of his family. Alé is more highborn than Pietro and me combined, but you’d never know it. His family is cruel and cold. When we were young, he spent all of his free time at my house—or Pietro’s.

The steady thrum of his heartbeat calls me. Opening my eyes, I stare at the spot I’ve longed to bite for so long. Not just bite—claim with my venom.

One day. Denying our bond gets harder by the day. Especially being here with them. It could be like this all the time.

I surge forward and sink my fangs into his pectoral, sucking down big gulps of him. Behind me, Pietro slides a finger, then two, into my ass, stretching and preparing me. But I’m already so full, so ready to combust, my channel pulsing around Alé’s hard length.

His blood is the headiest of wines, filling my mouth and dripping down my chin as I suck at the wound. Bloodlust roars through my veins, demanding more of him, more of them.

Mine.

With a snarl, I release the bite and strike again, just above his heart, filling the puncture wounds with my venom. I wanted to bite lower, right into that spot where I could bond him. But I can’t do that without a conversation.

We’re not ready.

Or are we?

But that thought disappears as Alé bellows his pleasure, gripping the headboard with both hands as his muscles strain and flex. His body is a sculptured gift. Just looking at him gets me hot.

At my back, Pietro slaps my hole with his cock before dragging it between my thighs to brush along Alé’s cock. Alé whines as I suck his blood, Pietro lining himself up with my back hole. As he slides in, reverent fingers come to my hair and wrap around it. He reaches around my front and pulls me upright, back to chest. Long, elegant fingers curl around my neck and squeeze.

Alé chuckles beneath me, hands squeezing my thighs. “You’ve done it now, Valentina. You’ve unleashed him. Prepare for the maelstrom.”

My lips curl into a snarl, but at the first rough snap of Pietro’s hips, I nearly come undone. The bond between us jumps and sizzles with pleasure, sending sparks of heat flaring along my skin.

Beneath me, Alé bites his wrist, opening a fresh wound. With a flick of his hand, he splatters blood over my face and chest. I whine as it drips onto my lips, his taste so perfect, so divine.

“More,” I demand. “I need more of your beautiful blood, mate.”

He rolls his hips hard and slow, driving that delicious cock inside me with measured movements. But at my back, Pietro takes up a fast, steady thrusting motion, my body jerking each time he fills me.

The combination of the two of them has me on sensory overload. I don’t know where to focus. Reaching up behind my head, I thread my fingers through Pietro’s short hair, holding him close, his breath warm against the side of my face.

“Mate,” he growls, his voice ragged with emotion, our bond tight with need. “Mine.”

A desperate cry is my answer as I look down at Alé, his mouth dropped open, brows scrunched into a needy vee.

“Yours,” I confirm. “Always us.”

In that moment, I don’t think I can go back to a life without them.