Captivated

Luca

After we’d showered, the three of us headed back to bed. This was the moment we’d been waiting for, for so many centuries. The excitement and tension mounted in the room. Our beautiful mate sat on the edge of the bed. Her nervousness beat at us, and she’d closed her mind off. We were still to discuss how she’d come into powers before we’d even bonded with her. For now, we had a more important issue to deal with.

“How do we do this?” Her voice was so low and hesitant.

“She’s breaking my heart too, Luca.”

We sat at either side of her, taking her hands and feathering her wrists with soft caresses.

“Lay on the bed and stretch your hands above your head. We need to tie your wrists to the headboard.”

She looked startled at my words. “Why?” Her pale blue eyes were wide.

“You need to remain perfectly still when we take blood from you. One wrong move and you could be injured.”

“Oh… okay.”

She laid down and did as instructed. Salvatore fixed her wrists together and tied them with a silk scarf to the headboard. We pulled her ankles down and stretched her legs wide apart.

“Fuck, I know this isn’t about sex, but…”

I knew exactly what my brother meant. “I understand. Maybe she’ll allow us to do this another time.”

“I think I might like that,” she admitted with a shy brush of our minds.

We kissed from her ankles up to her thighs, working as one. This was what we were born to do, and it was acting on pure instinct, as if it was burned into our memory banks before we were even born. We reached the apex of her thighs and peppered her with more kisses. She began to moan and wriggle.

“Stay still, Angelina,” Salvatore warned her with gentleness in his tone.

She ceased moving. We allowed our fangs to lengthen and grazed her flesh until we could see the veins throbbing against her ivory skin.

“Now,” Sal ordered.

Together, we sank our fangs into her veins. Her blood was rich and addictive, filling our bodies with inflamed lust, love, and triumph. Angelina remained still but whimpers fell almost continually from her lips. And then she orgasmed, her cries filling the room around us. Such a fucking turn-on. After five minutes, we reluctantly removed our fangs from her. We licked her wounds, which vanished instantly.

After releasing her from her bonds, I laid down on the bed and stretched my legs wide. The hungry look in her eyes was so erotic, and when she lengthened her fangs, I almost came. Salvatore sat by her as she grazed my skin with them. And when her fangs pierced my flesh, I came. Her lips were petal soft on my sensitive skin. My climax rolled on as she drank greedily from my vein. Her soft lips doing little to assuage my lust.

“That’s enough. Run your tongue over the wound,” Sal ordered.

“Your turn,” she growled at him. I loved this brazen side of her.

Salvatore lay down, and as she repeated her actions on him, he came too. Our minds were all melded together. It was an intoxicating and addictive form of communication. Once she’d healed his wound, we curled up together on the bed, under the covers. We didn’t need to use any form of communication. But this was going to be the hardest part. Our beautiful mate would have to endure twenty-four hours of agony. And the only thing we’d be able to do would be to hold her and care for her as best we could.