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Lachlan licked and sucked and lit her up like a firefly pulsing with energy and life. He held her down, his hands on her thighs, pressing them open. Shim held her arms, keeping her still for his brother’s tasting. And Lach feasted. His tongue was everywhere. He sucked at her labial lips, lavishing affection there. He ran his nose along her pussy, breathing deeply as though he wanted to inhale her, to make her his every breath.

But as he breathed her in, she lost her own

. It felt so good, that soft but strong tongue delving deep and then worrying her clitoris.

Something sharp scraped against her neck. Shim. He squeezed her nipples to just the right side of pain. “Do you like the way he eats your pussy?”

Such a dirty phrase and yet it sounded good to her ears. She was Lachlan’s feast, her pussy a sweet treat for his tongue. “Yes. I love it. It feels so good.”

“He’s going to make you suck his cock, love. He’s going to put that monster to your lips and make you lick and suck him and swallow down his cum. Do you remember what cum is?”

He’d explained it to her in a dream, but she’d also heard the village women speak of it. “It’s white. It seeps from a man’s cock.”

Lach nosed her cunt, making a low groan.

“Yes,” Shim said as she felt that scraping against her skin. It made her shiver and moan. “Cum is what a man injects into his mate during sex. Cum is what we want to give you. Cum will make you pregnant. We’re going to love tasting your sweet cream, but we’ll want you to taste us, too. You’ll suck our cocks, let us shoot our cum deep inside your belly.”

His words were intoxicating. She wanted to do exactly what he said. She wanted to taste them. It seemed such a foreign idea, but the intimacy of having her Dark Ones in her mouth, in her pussy was overwhelming.

Lachlan was using his fingers now. Strong digits stretched her and moved inside her while his tongue licked at her clit. “She tastes so good. She’s making me crazy.” He nuzzled her inner thigh. “Gods, brother, I can hear the blood. She has a vein right here. We can feed from our mate and smell it when she comes.”

Their mother. They had mentioned their mother was a vampire. How was that true? It didn’t matter. The drug flared in her system and all she wanted was to come again, to quench the fire. Shim’s tongue licked a line of pure sensation from the base of her neck to her earlobe.

“I want to taste your juice, too. But that’s not the only thing I want to taste, a chumann,” Shim said. “Make her come, brother, so I can have my taste.”

Lach sucked her clit into his mouth and she went flying. It was stronger this time. The drug seemed almost banished from her system, but she knew it would come again. She would feel the ache and the fire, but she was no longer afraid. Her Dark Ones were here. They would care for her. They would give her what she needed to fight the ache.

Lach kissed her pussy one last time before getting to his knees. His cock bobbed, standing straight up, almost touching his navel. Those fangs were out, but now she wasn’t afraid of those, either. Now they just made him look feral and magnificent.

She felt so good, but it was already building again, a tiny, hurtful flame that would engulf her once more. How long could she endure it?

Shim turned her, moving her body until she looked into his perfect face. She couldn’t see Lach, but Shim held her fast.

“Now it’s my turn for a taste.” He licked his fangs as Bron got lost in his never-ending eyes.

* * * *

Shim felt it the moment he caught her. His eyes had widened, his vision expanding and shrinking at the same time. He could tell the expansion because his peripheral vision widened, but it didn’t matter because his focus shrunk to one thing and one thing only. Bronwyn.

He opened that place deep inside—the royal vampire’s legacy. He drew his prey in, a primal part of him calling to her. It was how a royal fed. A royal didn’t drag down his prey. A royal made the prey beg for his bite.

“What’s happening?” Bron’s voice sounded half strangled in her throat.

Shim could hear her heart beating like the fast-running metronome in his old vampire tutor’s piano lessons. Shim had mastered the piano with ease, but Lach had threatened to take an axe to the damn thing. Thud. Thud. Thud. A seductive beat promising nourishment for more than his body. Bronwyn’s blood would fill his soul.

First blood.

It was sacred or it should be. Shim knew there were many vampires who took blood as often as they took sex, but he wanted both only from his mate. Perhaps it was that they had been together since they were children, and before he’d even understood the word love, he’d been in love with her. Perhaps it was a function of his personality, but Shim had always known if he couldn’t have Bronwyn, he would die alone, like a sad monk waiting for the day he could join his god.

He felt a bit of his brother’s desperate need to dominate as he tugged Bron’s hair to one side, exposing her neck.

“It’s a way to make the bite painless, Bron.” Lach sat back on his heels, watching them. He had his hand on his cock, caressing it. Shim knew exactly what he was doing. The mating fever was strong, probably stronger in Lach than in Shim himself. If he didn’t keep his cock engaged, he would fall on Bronwyn with no thought but to pound himself into her, to imprint on her.

They had to take it slow.

But she was ready for this. Shim ran his nose along her neck. He’d seen this act performed before. Cousin Julian had forced him to watch it, to learn how it was done. Shim remembered how frustrated Julian had been that he and Lach wouldn’t feed, but now it was all worth it. His first blood would be her blood.

Bron’s eyes were caught in his. He felt like he could see all the way down to her beautiful, innocent soul. She was so lovely in her natural form. He’d wondered if she’d been like Lach, projecting a perfect image of herself and it had been true. She was thinner in her real form, a bit more careworn, but still so perfect she made his heart stop. He and Lach would take better care of her. They would feed her and coddle her until her curves filled out and her eyes danced with mirth as they had when she’d run through their dreams as a child.

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