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sorcerer.” Dante licked his lips as he drew ever nearer to his prey.
Vabian nodded. “I do. Which is why I’m agreeing to supply you with small amounts of my blood. Every fifth day, you may feed. I know how powerful my sorcerer’s blood will make you and I know how long your kind can go between feedings.”
“Well aren’t you just the fount of information?” Dante sneered as he faced the shorter man. “You realize I could just take what I want and you’d be powerless to stop me.”
“Not quite powerless.” Vabian allowed sparks to sizzle from his fingertips in a gaudy display of power.
Dante bowed his head, though he knew the human was more prone to parlor tricks than anything that could truly hurt him. Dante had been a knight in the old days, a warrior through and through. Even a magic user was no match for him. Few were.
But he’d let the self-proclaimed sorcerer live with his delusions for now.
“I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt for now.” Vabian nodded, secure in his delusion as Dante felt something like a smile lingering about his lips. It was an odd sensation, one he hadn’t felt in years. The smile widened as he swooped forward to feast on the mage’s bounty. Magic user blood was sweeter than wine and had more kick than tequila. He would taste it tonight for the first time in centuries. It was a rare and wonderful delicacy.
Allie woke to a feeling of incredible warmth. In a rush, the events of the day and night before came back to her. She was a consecrated priestess-in-training now and another year older, but the most
fascinating of all the new things of the past day were holding her close between them in a huge, snuggly warm bed.
Rafe and Tim.
And she was naked.
And so were they.
She knew instinctively it was Tim’s warm chest that pillowed her cheek, his soft breath stirring the hair at the crown of her head. Just as she knew it was Rafe’s devilish hands that rested one at her hip and one cupping between her thighs. One of her legs was thrown over Tim’s thigh, his cock nestled into the groove where thigh met hip. He was warm and pulsing. And hard.
Rafe moved slightly, bringing his own hard length against the cheeks of her ass, his hand stroking lightly now over and between her folds as his dick rubbed back and forth against the softness of her butt cheeks.
He was most definitely awake.
“No sense trying to fool were senses. We knew the moment you woke, sweetheart.” Rafe’s voice rumbled into her ear as he swooped close to kiss her neck with little nibbling bites and licks that made her giggle.
“Stop that. It’s too early to be tickled.”
“Never too early to tickle you, Allie.”
Tim’s sleep roughened voice came from above her head a moment before his arm swept down to the sensitive flesh of her abdomen and started making crawling motions with his big fingers. She laughed and tried to evade four suddenly attacking, giant male hands even as her mind reeled with the idea of Tim being the least bit flirtatious. Her heart broke open with the knowledge that he’d let his ever-present guard down enough to joke with her in such a foolish, carefree way.
There was no escaping their superior strength and advanced reflexes, but if she were honest with herself, she didn’t really want to escape.
These men did more for her long-dormant libido than any man she had
even known. With only a little real experience where men were concerned, she was finding their awakening of her sexual appetites to be both frightening and titillating.
Looking down as each brother teased one of her breasts with roving fingers, she realized the titillation was both figurative and very, very literal. Suddenly the mood changed. Flirtatiousness gave way to seduction, and tickling, teasing touches turned to smooth, slow, stroking.
Allie lay back and allowed them to do what they wanted. She was too far gone to object to anything these gorgeous, caring, honorable men wanted to do to her.
Vabian nodded. “I do. Which is why I’m agreeing to supply you with small amounts of my blood. Every fifth day, you may feed. I know how powerful my sorcerer’s blood will make you and I know how long your kind can go between feedings.”
“Well aren’t you just the fount of information?” Dante sneered as he faced the shorter man. “You realize I could just take what I want and you’d be powerless to stop me.”
“Not quite powerless.” Vabian allowed sparks to sizzle from his fingertips in a gaudy display of power.
Dante bowed his head, though he knew the human was more prone to parlor tricks than anything that could truly hurt him. Dante had been a knight in the old days, a warrior through and through. Even a magic user was no match for him. Few were.
But he’d let the self-proclaimed sorcerer live with his delusions for now.
“I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt for now.” Vabian nodded, secure in his delusion as Dante felt something like a smile lingering about his lips. It was an odd sensation, one he hadn’t felt in years. The smile widened as he swooped forward to feast on the mage’s bounty. Magic user blood was sweeter than wine and had more kick than tequila. He would taste it tonight for the first time in centuries. It was a rare and wonderful delicacy.
Allie woke to a feeling of incredible warmth. In a rush, the events of the day and night before came back to her. She was a consecrated priestess-in-training now and another year older, but the most
fascinating of all the new things of the past day were holding her close between them in a huge, snuggly warm bed.
Rafe and Tim.
And she was naked.
And so were they.
She knew instinctively it was Tim’s warm chest that pillowed her cheek, his soft breath stirring the hair at the crown of her head. Just as she knew it was Rafe’s devilish hands that rested one at her hip and one cupping between her thighs. One of her legs was thrown over Tim’s thigh, his cock nestled into the groove where thigh met hip. He was warm and pulsing. And hard.
Rafe moved slightly, bringing his own hard length against the cheeks of her ass, his hand stroking lightly now over and between her folds as his dick rubbed back and forth against the softness of her butt cheeks.
He was most definitely awake.
“No sense trying to fool were senses. We knew the moment you woke, sweetheart.” Rafe’s voice rumbled into her ear as he swooped close to kiss her neck with little nibbling bites and licks that made her giggle.
“Stop that. It’s too early to be tickled.”
“Never too early to tickle you, Allie.”
Tim’s sleep roughened voice came from above her head a moment before his arm swept down to the sensitive flesh of her abdomen and started making crawling motions with his big fingers. She laughed and tried to evade four suddenly attacking, giant male hands even as her mind reeled with the idea of Tim being the least bit flirtatious. Her heart broke open with the knowledge that he’d let his ever-present guard down enough to joke with her in such a foolish, carefree way.
There was no escaping their superior strength and advanced reflexes, but if she were honest with herself, she didn’t really want to escape.
These men did more for her long-dormant libido than any man she had
even known. With only a little real experience where men were concerned, she was finding their awakening of her sexual appetites to be both frightening and titillating.
Looking down as each brother teased one of her breasts with roving fingers, she realized the titillation was both figurative and very, very literal. Suddenly the mood changed. Flirtatiousness gave way to seduction, and tickling, teasing touches turned to smooth, slow, stroking.
Allie lay back and allowed them to do what they wanted. She was too far gone to object to anything these gorgeous, caring, honorable men wanted to do to her.
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