The Vampire's Lineage (Fatal Allure Book 13)

by Martha Woods

  “You’re still doing your job even so, so I would say no, you’re not selfish.” Vincent slid closer into my side, exactly the thing I needed to try and bleed some of my worry away. “You’re maybe too trusting, and too giving, but selfish isn’t really one of your downsides.”

  I closed my eyes and lay my head back into the cushion, giving myself just a moment of peace to think everything through. Needless to say thinking is something that I’ve already done far too much of, but some things needed to be revisited over and over again before I could hope to make sense of them. Here I am, dragging us into another fight when we’d all barely survived the first one, and I’m getting squeamish about people maybe having to die because of it, it didn’t really make sense the more I thought about it. I wanted to help people, but I didn’t want to go far enough to kill to keep them safe? That sounded like a good way to get everyone killed except the person attacking you.

  Or maybe I was just thinking about this the wrong way, maybe I’m just assuming that killing is all the same thing. Vincent told me a while ago when we were laying in bed about when he’d been first turned, the sort of things that he saw, the battles that he went through trying to find meaning and purpose. He said that killing in the heat of battle never bothered him, it was a death that could almost be considered honorable, both of you on equal ground but the only thing deciding it was skill and luck. But whenever he saw a hanging, or a guillotining, he told me that it always struck him as just wrong. There was no honor in it, no glory, no chance for them to fight back to try and get even just a few minutes of life. It was just some executioner, pulling a lever and believing themselves to be righteous and just, when they were nothing of the sort.

  Occasionally, he said, there were people who truly deserved that lack of honor, but he would only reserve that for the worst of the worst, not some poor peasants who needed to steal bread to live because of the nobles greed. Maybe that’s the difference, maybe that explains some of what I’ve been feeling. After all I didn’t feel any sort of remorse for all those hunters that we killed all those months ago, I even took some shots personally at them, but maybe that’s just what the difference was, that we were on equal ground and it was kill or be killed.

  “I can see what you’ve been trying to tell me now, about the difference between doing it to defend yourself and… what comes after. I was a cop for years, I never really looked at it black and white but… I always tried to think that killing was just about the worst thing that could happen, and I never wanted to be responsible for anyone’s death no matter the circumstances. But if it’s to defend someone… yeah, I’ll do it no question.”

  “And what about these spies?” Damon asked, “What are we going to do with them?”

  “If they’re attacking anyone then… well, we’ll have to deal with it. But if we manage to grab them with no troubles and get them for a talk? Honestly I still don’t know, but it would just feel wrong to kill them after that, regardless of what they confess to or what they threaten us with. But what’s the alternative? We don’t exactly have a prison system set up, given that we’re just a gathering of people who want to get along, and the whole idea of us being judge and jury really doesn’t sit well with me.”

  “So we just wait it out and see,” Vincent said, nodding along, “I don’t have any problems with that, I’m fairly new to all of this as well honestly. I’ve never really been a part of something that… worked. It’s nice.”

  “Well it wouldn’t be possible without you two,” I said, kissing both their cheeks, “I mean it, you’ve been keeping me sane all this time, without that who knows where this whole thing would be, or if it would even exist in the first place?”

  “Absolutely it wouldn’t exist,” Damon laughed, “I would still be trying to kill Vincent, he’d still be trying to kill me, and eventually one of us would get lucky and then move onto whatever the next kill was. It’s how it’s been for thousands of years now, it wasn’t going to stop anytime soon no matter how sick of it we really were.”

  “Well that’s just depressing,” I said, “It’s hard to imagine the two of you not getting along now that I’ve seen you do it, it just seems so natural.”

  “Trust me, we have our moments where it’s not exactly far from slipping back into that,” Damon said, narrowing his eyes, “Like when someone just stands there and laughs when I need help.”

  “I wasn’t aware that you needed such help getting out of your clothes Damon, normally you’re such a professional at doing it yourself.” Vincent placed his hand over his chest, the glint in his eye giving away the otherwise sincere tone, “I’ll help you out whenever you need it from now, you don’t have to worry about a belt besting you anymore.”

  “Wow, thank you,” Damon said, rolling his eyes, “I’m so glad for the help.”

  “All right, come on,” I said, sensing an argument close by. Maybe there were still some problems sometimes, but it was all part of it wasn’t it? “Let’s go lay down for a while, I think I’m wiped for now. Just half an hour to myself… that’s what I need.”

  When I collapsed into the bed I almost fell asleep right then and there, but I had to keep my eyes open for now. I still had things I wanted to take care of today, calls that needed to be made, plans that needed to be worked out, I couldn’t fall asleep no matter what. But laying here relaxing, almost purring like a kitten at the hands kneading the tired muscles of my calves, I could stand to stay awake for a little while if this was the treatment I was going to get.

  “Which one of you is doing that?” I asked, “Because whoever it is definitely gets to be my favorite for the night.”

  “Both of us,” Vincent replied, “we're not going to fight over you, you’re one of the only things that we can find ourselves agreeing on. I suppose that might be flattering.”

  “Mmm it is,” I groaned, wincing as they worked out a particularly stubborn knot, “God, where did both of you learn to do that? It’s wonderful.”

  “Youtube,” Damon answered, obviously hiding a laugh, “I wasn’t hunting things twenty-four hours a day, I still had to find something to fill the rest of the time.”

  “So you watched massage information videos?” I chuckled, “I suppose there’s worse things to watch.”

  “A man can have some softer interests,” He laughed, placing a kiss against the back of my knee, “Besides, most of them had some pretty calming music playing at the same time, it was good to fall asleep to.”

  Much as I was desperate to just relax I have to admit that the feel of their hands on me was… well, reigniting as it always was, I’m not going to lie and say that I always have my appetites under control. How could I when I had two of the most beautiful men that I’ve ever met in my life waiting on me hand and foot at all hours of the day? I’d have to be dead to not feel any sort of effect.

  “You know,” I muttered, biting my lip, “Your hands could be better used elsewhere.”

  “Oh?” Damon hummed, raising his eyebrow teasingly, “And where would that be?”

  Reaching back and taking hold of his wrist, I dragged his hand further up my body until he was cupping the softness of my ass. Vincent didn’t need me to lead him along, his own hand mirroring Damon’s in just about every movement, like they were perfectly in sync. “Don’t make me beg for it.”

  “And what about the half hour of rest?” He asked, licking along his lips, “I thought you wanted to recuperate after a long, hard day?”

  “There are other ways to recuperate from something long and hard Damon,” I laughed, sheets bunching up in my fist as he squeezed ever so slightly, “Come on, I won’t be able to focus for the rest of the day otherwise...”

  “Well, you’re twisting my arm there…” Acting independently, they had to be, they each squeezed a cheek and kneaded it roughly, knowing exactly the pace that I needed to be satisfied like always. There was a time for gentle and loving, there was a time for rough and reckless like our last dalliance, but right now I just wanted to fee
l it deep in my bones, just enough to really feel like I was satisfied without having to worry about walking anywhere for the next few hours. Maybe it was payback for shoving him into all of those clothes, maybe for not quite holding my laughter back as much as I could have, but it felt like his nails were digging into my skin just enough to sting but not quite enough to truly hurt.

  “It’s cute how you’re taking your time,” I said, willing my voice to not sound nearly so desperate as I felt, “But I’m not in the mood for you taking your time, I’m in the mood for you.”

  As though that was just the last confirmation they needed, their hands briefly left me before returning with a crack, a surprised yelp ripping from my throat as I threw my head back and felt a hand wrap lightly around my neck. “Oh.”

  “That’s right,” Damon growled in my ear, squeezing just lightly enough around my neck to make the breath shudder inside of me and grinning at my needy whine, “Don’t think we didn’t notice how you liked things like this. You were pretty much gushing all over yourself when we last put our hands on you, you should be more honest.”

  “Mmm…” I raised my hand to his, squeezing gently and giving him the confirmation that I was all right. He didn’t move, obviously wanting more than just a touch, so I spoke, “I’m fine… I’ll tell you if I’m not…”

  “Good,” He said, kissing my temple and squeezing my throat once more. Two seconds without air, two seconds with, on time enough that I never had to truly panic about not being able to breath, always certain that they would bring me back up before it truly got dangerous, Vincent’s hands working me over as he rubbed me through my pants, reaching up to squeeze at the exposed skin of my sides, every touch feeling like the most wonderful fire.

  “You’re insatiable aren’t you?” Vincent grunted, dragging a finger across the fabric over my folds, “I’ve met many people in my life, and few of them were as needy as you are in these moments.”

  “Oh god,” I moaned, the words choking off as my two seconds ran out. I wanted to tell him to just pull my pants down and ravage me already, to leave me bruised and shaking in bliss, but telling him that would just make him take even more time than ever, enjoying every second of my frustration until he finally gave me what I wanted whenever it was he decided.

  “Most are nice enough to give a reply as well,” He said, stepping away from the bed and walking around to my front. He knelt down in front of me, our noses barely more than a breath away from each other and our eyes locked together in the most powerful gaze. “Maybe you’re just not quite willing to tell me, is it that I’m just not good enough for that acknowledgment?”

  I tried to say something, anything, but before I could get the words out Damon squeezed down again, just as reliable as ever with his timing. “I… guh…”

  “Hmm… disappointing.” He leaned in, claiming my lips with his own and stealing what little breath had remained. Tongue sweeping along my own, teeth grazing sharply along my lip, just the slightest amount of pressure pressing down until the taste of copper filled my mouth and his eyes turned black. “I think that I might have to put you in your place, maybe then you’ll tell me what it is that I deserve to hear.”

  I hadn’t quite seen this side of Vincent before, at least not to this extent. I was used to him being dominating, even rough, but this… this was doing things to me. I found myself hoping that this wasn’t the last time I would see him like this. Before I could form any more thoughts along those lines however my pants were pulled down to my knees, the brief shock of cold air against my skin smoothing away as he placed both hands on my cheeks and kneaded roughly, parting and pulling me apart to get a good look at what was his to claim.

  “You always take such good care of yourself,” He said, dragging his finger from the button of my clit up to the pucker of my ass, “Like you’re expecting us to just ravage you in every single way at any time of the day. That’s not far from the truth though, is it?”

  Pinching my lip between my teeth as he slipped the tip of his finger ever so slightly between my folds, it was all I could do to not just slam my hips back and take him as deeply as I could. But all that would give me would be a moment of satisfaction, before he pulled back and let me stew in my overwhelming need, so desperate for even the slightest amount of pleasure that the feeling of the air would be enough to make my hips buck. So instead I sat there and waited for him to move at his pace, languid as it was, every ghost of breath against my bare skin like pure electricity as he drifted lower.

  “Wonderful,” He said, looking up at Damon, “Would you prefer me to take over?”

  “There’s not a shortage of things to massage here Vincent,” Damon answered, palming at my chest, “I think it’s important to work out every inch of stress from her body, best to be thorough.”

  “Very true,” Vincent chuckled, placing a kiss in between my legs, “I suppose that she’s in capable hands.”

  Every time I wanted to scream at them to just get started already my throat closed up again, and for the brief fluttering seconds where my eyes rolled back in my head I forgot all about what it was that I was supposed to be so upset by. But as though reading my frustration through my body, not exactly hard for two vampires to do given they could hear my heartbeat and see me bared to them in every sense of the word, Vincent leaned in and slipped his tongue inside of me, tasting every inch of me before pulling back for the barest of moments, his hands lifting underneath my hips and his lips clamping around my clit.

  Damon kept to his timing, with his free hand stroking and pinching at my nipples, his strong grip working at the stress underneath the skin and burning with the brief pain of his pinch before soothing over them with a cool hand. His teeth bit down around the shell of my ear, tongue roving across the lobe and his breath drifting over my cheek. How I keep ending up between them when I’m just trying to rest I have no idea, but I can’t find it in myself to care too much about the how when the results are so good. That’s a lie, the how is because the results are so good.

  “Are you ok?” Damon asked me, pulling on my chin lightly until I was staring up at him, “It’s not too much?”

  “No…” I said, swallowing heavily and breath harshly, “It’s not enough.”

  He grinned, that predatory grin that only vampires were really able to do, before he nodded in acknowledgment. His nails scraped against my skin roughly, goosebumps rising up in their wake and a violent shiver racking through my body, my open mouth quickly covered with his as Vincent increased his own movements.

  The message to go further had obviously been well received by him, his hands spreading my cheeks as much as he could and his face burying itself between them, tongue pushing against my ring and his lips lathering kisses against every inch of skin that he could touch, fingers stretching me open more so that he could delve even deeper. It was something that I’d never predicted enjoying so much only a few months ago, aside from maybe in the briefest moments of fantasy that were quickly pushed aside as just that: fantasies. Though I suppose that most of what we’ve done together could be considered fantasies, especially what we did last time we found ourselves in bed together, having someone’s tongue up my ass was just about vanilla by this point.

  Not that it made it feel any less heavenly, especially with how much attention he was paying to every one of my movements to know exactly which stroke or lick to place exactly where it would drive me most insane. Maybe that’s the only downside to sleeping with vampires, same as the best thing, they’re just too good at making you unravel completely with the simplest stroke or brush of their fangs. It feels incredible when you’re in the middle of it, but if you like maintaining your composure like I do it can get to be just a little bit annoying constantly losing yourself.

  “I could do this for years Amy,” Vincent growled, slapping my cheek before dragging his tongue against me again, “If there was justice in the world you’d be able to do nothing except lay here in bed for years with me if you wished, just so this woul
d never have to stop.”

  The thought must have struck Damon hard, because I was suddenly acutely aware of something poking into my lower back, the tiniest thrusts of his hips against my back the only evidence I had to go on that he was being just as affected as I was. The pounding of my heart must have given me away, because the next time he pulled back and stared down at me he could only look at me with wide eyes and ask, “Do you want me?”

  I could only nod, losing track of every word that I’d been trying to think previously, mouth flapping open and closed before I managed a single broken, “Yes...”

  Vincent lifted my hips, rolling onto his back and laying me back down on his face, licks and sucks keeping me on the edge as Damon freed himself and slipped further down my body, hands replacing Vincent’s and stretching me open yet again. “Where do you want me?”

  “You know where I want you…” I gasped, Vincent’s tongue between my folds keeping me fairly contained in that particular area. But now that he was further south the North was very much neglected, and there were few things worse than having someone dragged away before they could finish the job properly.

  “All right,” Damon said, moaning at the sight of me opening in front of him. Taking himself in hand, he placed his head at my entrance and prodded gently, slipping in slightly before pulling himself back, every torturous inch that he pulled back and forth just making me want to reach back and strangle him until he gave me what I so clearly wanted. “Are you ready?”

  “For fuck sake Damon,” I screamed, “just do it alrea-uh!”

  He pushed himself in easily, gripping around my cheeks and smoothing the skin with his thumbs, groaning in ecstasy himself with every inch he buried inside of me. Vincent took hold of my hips and pushed me back into him, seemingly not content with just using his tongue on me, feeling it necessary to assist Damon in whatever way he could find. Not that either of us were in a position to protest against it, not when it felt so good that words were lost to the both of us, my eyes rolling back in my skull and I fell forward against the bed and scrunched the sheets up in my hands. It was too much, it wasn’t enough, it was everything and it was nothing, my mind was just too clouded with too much of everything to be able to even focus on how I felt about this whole thing. Somewhere in the cloud I knew that it felt good, that much was clear, but if you asked me to put it into words I don’t think I would ever be able to do so.