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First blood.

It’s sacred, or it should be. I know there are many vampireswho take blood as often as they take sex, but I wanted both only from my mate.Perhaps it’s that we were together since we were children, and before I evenunderstood the word love, I was in love with her. Perhaps it’s a function of mypersonality, but I always knew if I couldn’t have Bronwyn, I would die alone,like a sad monk waiting for the day I could join my god.

I feel a bit of my brother’s desperate need to dominate as Itug Bron’s hair to one side, exposing her neck.

“It’s a way to make the bite painless.” Lach sits back onhis heels, watching us. He has his hand on his cock, caressing it. I knowexactly what he’s doing. The mating fever is strong, probably stronger in Lachthan in myself. If he doesn’t keep his cock engaged, he’ll fall on Bronwyn withno thought but to pound himself into her, to imprint on her.

We need to take it slow.

But she’s ready for this. I run my nose along her neck. Isaw this act performed before. Cousin Julian forced me to watch it, to learnhow it’s done. I remember how frustrated Julian was that Lach and I wouldn’tfeed, but now it’s all worth it. My first blood will be her blood.

Bron’s eyes are caught in mine. I feel like I can see allthe way down to her beautiful, innocent soul. She’s so lovely in her naturalform. I wondered if she was like Lach, projecting a perfect image of herself,and it had been true. She’s thinner in her real form, a bit more careworn, butstill so perfect she makes my heart stop. We will take better care of her.We’ll feed her and coddle her until her curves fill out and her eyes dance withmirth as they did when she ran through our dreams as a child.

“This feels so good,” she murmurs.

The vampire connection of predator to beloved and honoredprey is working in a way I didn’t expect. The drug isn’t as strong as thispower, made even stronger through the shared connection of my brother. I drawher in, away from the pain, away from the fear, into a place that is just forthe three of us.

My fangs are so big, I can barely talk through them. Like mycock, they’re long and hard for my mate. And like my cock, they demand to havetheir way. “This, love, is going to feel even better.”

I draw her close, loving the way those nipples poke at mychest, brushing my own. I enjoyed tugging on them and can’t wait for the daywhen we will take her and have her nipples pierced, adorning our sweet submissiveas she should be.

Running on pure instinct, I draw back. I know exactly whereto bite. The long, thick vein in her neck practically pounds, calling out to meto open it and drink my fill.

“Take her, brother.” Lach’s hand is on her back as though hecan’t stand not touching her. “Bring her closer to us.”

“I love you, a stoirin.” It’s nothing less than thetruth. I rear back and my fangs sink into her soft flesh.

I take my first drag and finally understand why vampiresjealously guard this tradition. It’s a secret thing, somewhat shameful in themodern vampire world, but I never experienced an intimacy like it.

The blood flows into my mouth, coating my tongue. It’s therichest taste. No food, no wine, no drink at all can ever compare to the wayshe tastes. Like the deepest flavor, the most forbidden.

I feel her sigh and relax in my arms, her heart a clear beatin my head. I know everything about her body in that instant. I know herheartbeat rises with each deep drag. Her pussy, already soft from Lach’s lavishaffection, throbs in time to her heart, her clit pulsing. Her head is foggywith desire, her thoughts of us covered in a lacy haze.

I catch small visions of her life, but mostly I feel her joyat being there with us. Her Dark Ones. Her One and her Two. Her Lachlan and herShim.

So much running. So much hiding. So much of the before wasburned away by that one moment when the knife cut through her belly and endedher life.

She doesn’t know. She doesn’t remember a thing about whathappened. She doesn’t recall how I reached across the planes and poured my fireinto her.

Gods, she doesn’t think I’m real at all.

Bronwyn gasps and grips my body, holding me as she quakes.The pleasure is so new to her, and she holds fast to it like a drunk with thefirst taste of liquor. Bron doesn’t have a single shield. She transmits herpleasure to me, the feeling going straight to my cock. Her womb shakes andquakes, sending pleasure coursing through her body and into mine.

My cock is gripped with her heat though she doesn’t lay ahand on it. Spasms run through my belly and shake up my spine. I pull my fangsout of her neck as the orgasm crashes into me. My cock pulses out waves of cum,coating her belly as I thrust helplessly against her.

I finally fall back against the bed, taking her with me,wrapping myself around her.

“It’s not enough,” she whispers. “I loved it, but it’s notenough.”

She needs. I finally understand. It isn’t merely the orgasmshe needs. She needs to be filled. She needs us to fill her up and let her knowwe’re real and she isn’t alone.

I look to my brother. “She needs you. Make love to her. Makeher ours.”

ChapterNineteen

Lachlan

Where’s the fucking mating fever when I need it? Itrode me hard, and then I had a handle on it the minute I felt my brother feedand share Bronwyn’s orgasm. Now it deserts me and I’m left with plain desireand overwhelming insecurity.