The Vampire's Lineage (Fatal Allure Book 13)

by Martha Woods

  Of course, my poker face slips at the most inconvenient of times doesn’t it? I can sure get through and pretend that I’m someone else when I’m looking for information, I can lie to the faces of people who want nothing more than to see me dead, but around people that truly know me I may as well be an open book. I don’t know how to feel about that, but he was right in that I was still troubled by what I had learned, or rather by what I had seen.

  “I’ll tell you, if you really want to know. It might make it harder to fight them if I do though, are you prepared for that?”

  He looked troubled for a moment, but he nodded nonetheless. “Even if I don’t like having to fight them I’ll still do it if it means that I can keep you safe, you know that. You and everyone on our side comes first, no matter what.”

  “All right… well, it’s nothing amazing that I’m about to tell you, which is kind of the point of all of this.” They both looked at me with a pinch in their brow, confused until I elaborated, “There’s nothing really strange or noteworthy about any of them aside from him, they’re just… normal. They laugh, they sit around the fire, they talk to each other like they’re friends and family because they are. They’re not some incredible force of evil, they’re just… people, like us.”

  “They always are…” Vincent nodded, sighing tiredly as he went limp. It wouldn’t take a genius to know why he was tired. “Do you know how much of my time has been spent fighting?”

  “Lifetimes worth,” Damon answered, “even more than me.”

  “I’ve spent more time of my life fighting than I have at peace, not even looking for a fight, just hoping to survive. And now that there’s finally a hint of peace in sight, now I’ve got to jump into yet another fight just to make sure that I don’t lose that one tiny speck. We had a few months where we could relax and now we’re just jumping right back into it, I guess I’m just wondering if there is ever actually an end to all of this. Or maybe this is really all there is for the rest of time, just fighting for years to be able to enjoy a few months at a time where you don’t have to have your eyes on every bunch of shadows that you pass by.”

  “Maybe that’s what it’s like now,” I said, “but you have to remember that for the first time maybe in history… our groups aren’t at each other's throats anymore. You could see it last night, there were hunters guarding werewolves just as there were vampires watching over them, we were all working together so well and the thing that made everything fall apart came from the outside, rather than from one of us. Now, more than ever, now is when peace is finally possible, I have to believe that.”

  “And I want to believe that, but I guess I’m just going to have to be convinced a little more before I get my hopes up.” He groaned, waving his hand in dismissal, “Maybe I’m just being cynical lately, or maybe I’m just irritated and hungry, who knows?”

  “No doubt you’re irritated and hungry, we’ve hardly had the time to actually… well, enjoy each other, have we? It’s been a busy few months after all.”

  “Mmm,” He grunted, looking over at Damon, whose interest in this conversation had definitely gone up by quite a lot. “And we’re finally all together in the one place, and I don’t think any of us are thinking of leaving anytime soon.”

  “No uh… no, I’m not.” Damon nodded, clearing his throat and thumping against his chest with his fist. “Why… do you have something planned?”

  “Well, I’ve gotten my nose broken, I was kidnapped, and then given the option of sacrificing a group of people to save my own. Vincent is dealing with the existential dilemma of potentially forever fighting a war that has no end and never knowing peace, and you are obviously dealing with the deep seated trauma of having your previously thought dead sister back in your life out of the blue and fighting on the other side as you,” I laughed, “Given the circumstances, I don’t think I’m alone in wanting some sort of distraction from this, am I?”

  “No,” He said, standing to his feed and walking around to my front, “No you are not.”

  “Good,” I said, reaching out for his hand and grasping Vincent’s with my other, “Then let’s go on and feel something nice tonight.”

  “No complaints there.”

  The bedroom was a welcome sight, even if it felt strange to be standing in so soon after being kidnapped. I didn’t understand that, why would it feel so different compared to last night, when the room hadn’t changed at all in the slightest? I suppose it might have something to do with that feeling of safety, your bedroom is supposed to be a refuge that you can take solace in when the rest of the world is going insane, but when you’re in so much danger every other hour of the day it’s strange to try and step back into that safety.

  But maybe I was also just nursing a headache from being knocked out, though a quick glass of water and an aspirin was the solution to that problem. I had something much nicer to focus on in front of me right now, and I would say that the allure of the two men rapidly disrobing and revealing themselves to me was more than enough to get over any discomfort that I was still holding onto.

  “So do you just naturally get these muscles as part of being a vampire?” I asked, trailing my finger along the vein in Vincent’s bicep, “Or do you still have to work hard to keep them?”

  “Our bodies don’t really change much appearance wise from when we’re turned, though we do gain a little bit more muscle for some reason that I don’t know. So in other words, this-” He flexed his arm, before reaching down to cup my behind. “-is all me.”

  “Same here,” Damon said, “though you probably already knew that. I worked hard for this body after all, I’m not going to let the vampires take credit for that.”

  “I would never dream of doing anything like that.” Reaching out for him and wrapping my hand around the back of his neck, I pulled him in for a gentle kiss, with nothing but promise sitting behind it. “I was very familiar with your body before all of this, I think I would notice if something was different.”

  “Well, one thing is different,” He said, snaking his own arm around my side and leaning into my ear, “I’ve learned that I really don’t have to hold back when we’re with you, so that opens the door for the things that I’m going to want to do to you.”

  I shuddered, my thighs rubbing together in want and my toes curling in my shoes. I suddenly felt like I was far too dressed for an occasion like this, but I didn’t want to step out of their arms to take that first step to correcting that issue. Thankfully they got the idea of what I wanted, their talented hands working in tandem to unbutton my shirt one button at a time, the tips of the fingers scraping against the skin of my stomach with every movement and drawing the tiniest of gasps from me, the air both bitingly cold and stunningly electric as it ghosted over me.

  “I’m sorry that it’s been so long,” Vincent said, “I can clearly see that it’s taken quite the toll on you.”

  Before I could ask what he meant I hung my head back and groaned, his finger sliding along the seam of my pants and pressing firmly against my clit. I hadn’t exactly had the opportunity to take care of myself either given the circumstances of recent weeks, so I was… definitely sensitive to whatever touch they wanted to lay upon me. I wasn’t going to complain about that in any way, I was just worried that if a single touch can draw such a reaction from me, what am I going to do when we actually get properly started? I’m liable to lose my entire mind at this rate.

  “God, are you just going to tease me for the rest of the night?” I asked, making no move to actually stop him if it was the case, “Or are you actually going to make things right?”

  “Hmm…” He hummed, “Well, since you asked so nicely and all…”

  Without a word of warning I found myself bent forward and almost tumbling down to the ground, only to come to a stop bent over Damon’s knees, face pointing down towards the ground and my ass firmly in the air. Not the most dignified of positions, but I hardly come into this looking for dignity.

  “Wow,” Damon ma
rveled, smoothing is hand over my still clothed rear, “You’re not even a vampire, yet you’ve always kept this body in perfect condition. I don’t think we’re the only ones worthy of wonder here.”

  Sliding his fingers into my waistband, Vincent slowly started to pull my pants down to my knees, I didn’t have to look back at him to know that he was wearing that insufferable smirk that he always had whenever I was wrapped around his finger so easily, but with the slow pace he was dragging them down I wasn’t going to deny that I was just about ready to burst unless he touched me properly. I didn’t have to wait too long after that, I imagine that he got someone frustrated as well not having his hands on me, and with a simple flick of his finger through my folds I hissed out a groan and let my head fall forward again.

  “Come on Vincent, you can do better tha-ugh!”

  One hand cupped around my cheek and the other sliding two fingers against me, his thumb dancing dangerously close to my other hole before he slipped his fingers inside of me, curling his middle finger and pressing against my walls which were squeezing so tightly around him. I dug my fingers into Damon’s leg in response, nails breaking skin and scraping a red line across his thigh, but he did nothing except continue running his hand through my hair and sliding his thumb along my cheek. Looking up at him and moaning freely, I wrapped my lips around his thumb and sucked gently, running my tongue up and down the digit while he groaned in need, the savage look in his eye telling me that he wanted nothing more than to just hold me down and ravage me to within an inch of my life.

  He was going to have to wait his turn though, Vincent was taking his time making sure that I was prepped properly for whatever it was that they had planned, his tongue sliding along my skin and tasting the wetness of my lips, each pump of his fingers coaxing more of my nectar onto his tongue which was lapped up with a greediness I would expect of a dog. Maybe I should double check, perhaps they were turning into werewolves instead of vampires.

  Pulling his thumb free from my mouth, Damon grabbed me by the neck and pulled me up to him, our lips classing violently and our tongues dancing against each other, the hand in my hair pulling gently and moving my head just so, never quite able to give me enough control to move wherever I wanted. Before the two of them I hadn’t quite realized just how much I liked being manhandled, though I doubt anyone could do it just as well as they were able to by now.

  “Come on…” I begged, wiggling my hips as best I could, “Vincent… I want more… please…”

  “If you insist,” He said, breathless even though he didn’t need air, “I think I’ve taken just about as much patience as I’m capable of anyway.”

  Slapping my cheek once, just enough to make me jump, Vincent slipped his arm underneath my stomach and lifted me up before dropping me unceremoniously onto the bed, bouncing once before I settled completely. “Wow!” I laughed, “A little warning would be nice!”

  “I’m sorry,” He whispered, pressing kisses along the length of my spine, starting from just above the swell of my ass and stopping just at the base of my neck. I could feel his hardness resting between my cheeks, so close to being inside me yet so teasingly out of reach for the moment. It was all down to him in regard to how much I was given, how much I could take before he decided that it was enough. What we were all starting to realize was that there was never going to be enough for me, not really, I wanted everything that they could give and more, there was nothing that was going to slow that desire anytime soon.

  “Are you ready?” He asked, sparing a glance up at Damon who was resting on his knees near my head, his length resting comfortably between his thighs and just begging for my attention, but pressed under the weight of Vincent I was in no position to actually help him. I nodded desperately back at Vincent, grinding my ass as much as I could against him before he finally took mercy and grabbed it in one strong hand, spreading my cheeks with his thumb before sliding himself inside of me, our moans blending into a crescendo of lust that echoed off the walls and welcomed a new wave of wetness between my thighs. With his hardness sheathed inside of me, all it took was another kick of his hips to make my eyes roll back in my head, the roughness of the blanket just too much for me as it rubbed against my nipples from his thrusts, his teeth scraping against my shoulder as a promise of what was to come, but I was in no position at all to recognize it as such.

  “Oh my… god!” I groaned, “Please don’t… don’t stop!”

  He didn’t answer, letting his thrusting speak for itself as he grasped my hips tighter and slammed himself in as hard as he could, rocking me with the sheer recklessness of his attack and sating that part of me that had been needing this for months. I had half a mind to bite down on the sheets to muffle my screams of pleasure, but a hand in my hair lifted my mouth away from the bed and held me upright, that devilish grin that I loved so much now firmly across Damon’s face and his erection standing proud in front of me. I didn’t have to spend too long connecting dots before I knew what he wanted, all I had to do was open my lips and wrap them around what he presented to me, my tongue smoothing over the head of his cock and swallowing him as deeply as I could, given our awkward positions. Even with the awkwardness of keeping my head up though I could safely say that this was about as good as I could have hoped things would go tonight, both of the men that I loved on either side of me and lavishing attention onto me like I was the most precious thing in the world, what could possibly be better?

  “Oh god,” Damon groaned, running his hand through my hair and staring down the length of my body, eyes going wide at the sight of Vincent on the other end of me. “You look so beautiful right now, do you know that? How could you not know how beautiful you are?”

  I wasn’t a stranger to the concept of self-confidence, I definitely knew how attractive I was, and I’d never had any complaints in the past regarding how I carried myself in the bedroom, but there was something so very different about a compliment being delivered in such a breathless gasp like his, where you could tell without even trying that the only thing coming out of his mouth was the pure, unadulterated truth in his eyes. If he said that I was the most beautiful thing in the world with that voice, with that tremor in his hands and that much love in his eyes, I was absolutely going to believe him without a moment’s question.

  “I think she likely knows Damon,” Vincent grunted, slapping his hand against my cheek again and smirking at the moan I gave him in response, “How could she not when she can see how easily we fall apart around her? It takes a special kind of person to be able to do that to someone, and she’s very special after all.”

  “No doubt about that,” Damon cooed, slipping free from my mouth and leaning down to press a needy kiss to my lips, tongue exploring the inside of my mouth and his hands fumbling to remove my bra. In all the excitement I’d forgotten that it was still hanging loosely around my chest, now that it was gone I was aware of how exposed I was in front of them. Strange how that nervousness never really goes away, but I’m lucky to be able to trust the two of them absolutely.

  “Do you trust us Amy?” He asked, lips ghosting against the shell of my ear and his thumb stroking circles into the skin of my shoulder, “If you want us to stop you know that you can tell us at any time, right?”

  “I… I know,” I said, “please, I just… I just want to feel the two of you more, I don’t want anything more than I want that.”

  Over my shoulder I could feel them sharing a look, their tones so much more serious when they spoke next. “Damon if you’re thinking what I’m thinking then we’ll have to take it very slowly, we might be able to heal with no trouble at all but she isn’t so lucky.”

  “I know,” Damon replied, “but I prepared for this, I’ll make sure that everything is as perfect as can be.”

  “What are you two talking about?” I groaned, moaning at the loss as Vincent pulled himself out of me, “Whatever it is just please get on with it, I can’t stand it any longer!”

  “If you’re certain Amy,” Da
mon said, kissing my forehead and lifting me from the bed, “Just remember what we told you, you can tell us to stop at any time and we will, no questions asked. We want you to enjoy this, more than anything in the world.”

  “And I will,” I said, eyeing Vincent as he lay back on the bed, his cock standing straight up and looking like the most incredible thing I’d ever seen in that moment, “Put me down on that and I think I’ll forgive you for just about anything.”

  They both laughed, and I have to admit that I did too, though I had to crawl myself over to Vincent when Damon accidentally dropped me after he stubbed his toe on the corner of the bed. Swinging my leg over his hips and grasping what I so desperately wanted, I sank myself down slowly until my hips were flush with his, both of us grunting and groaning at the fire that was awakening in us both, unaware at that moment of the small bottle that Damon was fishing out of the dresser while I focused on pumping my hips up and down. Hanging my head back and grunting helplessly, I almost jumped out of my skin at the feeling of cold fingers along my back, the telltale slickness of lube giving away exactly what was coating them.

  But strangely, they weren’t stopping at the hole they were normally used for, instead traveling lower and slipping through my folds, coating my thighs, even brushing between Vincent’s cock and my walls. The feeling was incredible, such unbelievable tightness as I stretched around both cock and finger, but however much lube he was focusing on rubbing on me was far outmatched by the near flood of arousal that ensued when he leaned into my ear and almost moaned, “I remember what you used to tell me when we were first starting out, about some of the fantasies you had about the two of us. I remember you telling me that you wanted both of us at the same time, but you wanted us to be… even closer than usual.”