Hell. Elizabet had probably participated. I sniffed again and sighed. Yup. Looked like.
Jason draped an arm around my shoulder and leaned down so his mouth was next to my ear. “Fucking drunk now, lover. Elizabet’s blood is so fucking beautiful.”
I laughed and steadied him, and blinked when the photographer caught us like that, with our arms twined intimately around one another, our rings flashing for all the world to see. Gianna found us a few minutes later and had our pictures made together, and another of our ring hands with the palms spread out along the tablecloth, the fingertips touching, mine and hers and Jason’s.
Thank God the photographer’s husband was a pet. That was the one thing I’d insisted on. Everything else, I’d happily left to Gianna and our two mothers.
Well, almost.
The party finally dwindled and the catering crew began a discreet cleanup. A man in a black suit with a driver’s cap tucked under his arm appeared at the reception hall’s exit.
This was my part in the ceremony, and our cue to leave so we could face the future.
I nodded to Jason, who’d finally regained some of his native sense after the whammy of too much rich vampire blood straight from the source. He slipped out of the room as Gianna and I said our goodbyes. She and I followed the driver to the limo, running a gauntlet of soap bubbles blown by our guests, and then we were gone, headed toward home and our new life together.
When the car was underway, Jason turned from his position in the passenger’s seat and reached toward Gianna, his rings flashing in the light of the streetlamps shining through the tinted windows of the limo. She took his hand and squeezed. “I’m so glad you’re with us, Jase.”
“Me, too,” he said.
I clasped my hand over theirs. “It wouldn’t be the same without you.”
We sat like that as the driver wound his way through the nighttime traffic of Atlanta, talking quietly of nothing in particular, and everything. The adjustment in our routines. Mid-terms and tests. Schedules and appointments and, God help us, birthing classes. The honeymoon we’d take over spring break when we were all free. Basketball tournaments and tickets and all the nuances of three lives joined together.
The driver dropped us off outside my apartment and left with a handsome tip tucked into his pocket.
And then it was just the three of us. We giggled and jostled our way up the steps, and finally, Jason swung Gianna into his arms to carry her.
I stopped long enough to raise an eyebrow. “Isn’t that my job?”
“You can carry us over the threshold,” he said.
I snorted out a laugh. I could do it, no question, but I wasn’t crazy enough to.
Gianna clung to him, her eyes happy as I let them into the apartment. Jason set her down gently and she turned her back to him. “Undo me, Jase.”
“Hey, what am I, chopped liver?” I said, though it didn’t bother me a bit.
She gave me a sly look from under her lashes. “Patience, husband.”
So I tucked my hands into the pockets of my tux slacks and watched as Jason undid the tiny buttons down the curve of my bride’s back, slowly revealing the ivory lingerie she wore underneath. When the last one was unfastened, he slid the gown off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor, and took Gianna’s hand as she stepped out of the pool of fabric wearing a merry widow, a tiny scrap of underwear, and silk stockings.
My breath whooshed out. Holy God. That’s what she’d been wearing under her Italian grandmother’s wedding dress, that sinfully wicked outfit that displayed the soft lushness of her body? I patted my heart in a futile attempt to restart it, and gave up when desire trembled through me.
Screw it. Who needed a heartbeat anyhow?
Jason picked the dress up from the floor and draped it carefully over a chair at the dining table.
I stared, gawked really, as Gianna walked toward me, her hips swaying in the seductive stroll of a woman full of her own power, her rings glinting in the harsh light gleaming from the overhead fixture.
Jason’s hands came to my shoulders and then we looked at our beautiful bride, Gianna, who held our heart within her own. She took my hand, slid one of Jason’s off my shoulder, and led her two men into my bedroom.
Our bedroom. The three of us, bound now for eternity.
I pulled her into a kiss, shrugged out of my jacket when Jason’s hands insisted, and pressed her down onto the bed. “I love you so much, Gigi.”
“I know.” She stretched sensuously beneath me, her eyes glowing softly with her own love. “Make love to me, husband.”
My hands shook so hard I could barely undress. Jason stretched out gloriously nude beside Gianna well before I’d tugged off all my clothes and thrown them aside. When I’d fumbled through the task, I stared down at her trying to think through the haze of love and need shrouding me. A shaft of uneasiness pierced it. What if the cold man reared his ugly head and I ended up hurting her? What if she rejected me before I could even start or…?
She stretched a slender hand out to me, beckoning me to her, and suddenly I knew what to do. I joined her on the bed, cocooning her protectively between me and Jase, and laid a hand on her belly over where our child grew. Jason’s hand covered mine briefly, a comforting reminder of his role, and then he drew back, allowing me to find my own way.
Chapter Seven
I kissed Gianna softly, willing her to remember what it had been like way back when we’d first stepped down this path, the fierce need, the love we’d built since then. She wrapped herself around me, opening under the gentle pressure of my mouth, and my heart pinged and bobbed in my chest.
I slid my mouth to her throat, tested my fangs against her pulse. Couldn’t take much. The baby needed it more, but on this night, the urge to bind her to me outweighed reason. I jabbed her skin swiftly with one fang, opening a wound as her body jerked under mine from the sudden sharp pain, and closed my mouth over the tiny cut. Her blood was rich and warm, as bright as it had been during the ceremony, and need welled up and over as I drank down the thick, coppery liquid.
My dick, ever at the ready, hardened as Gianna rolled her head back and arched upward, moaning low in her throat. Her pleasure hummed against my lips. I slid a hand down her side and tucked it under her ass, that firm, beautiful ass. God, I’d missed touching her like that, missed the way her legs twined with mine and how our skin seemed to melt together with heat and sweat and love.
I did a quick mental check to make sure I wasn’t taking too much, and nearly lost my hold on her throat when something foreign reached out to me. The baby. Holy shit. Gianna was less than three months along, too early for the fetus to have developed any firm kind of consciousness, way too early, and yet, there it was.
I opened myself to it and felt the cold man’s sinister laugh float through my head as he shoved his way to the forefront of my mind, eagerly clamoring for the promising strength of that new life. The baby’s essence flinched back and a fierce protectiveness rose in me, swift and sure. I pushed the cold man back into the corner of my mind with a vicious shove and a stern warning.
Fuck off. That’s my kid and you can’t have her.
Gianna shifted restlessly under me. “What’s wrong?”
I shook my head slightly, trying to reassure her without losing my grip on her throat and making a mess, but it was Jason’s voice that filled her need. “Nothing, sweet.” He brushed a soft kiss over her mouth and stroked a hand down my back, cupping my nude ass in much the same way I held Gianna’s.
God, I loved him.
It hit me, hard and fast and strong. I loved him, deeply and with such pureness I faltered. How could I have missed that?
I lapped gently at the mark on Gianna’s neck, sealing it with the coagulants in my saliva, then met his steady gaze. He reached out to me through our newly forged bond, opening himself to me, and I saw it, the thing he’d been trying to hide. An affection that had deepened so swiftly into love he’d been afraid to share it.
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nbsp; I snagged the nape of his neck and touched my forehead to his. “Don’t hide anything from me ever again, not even that.”
“I won’t. I swear it.”
Gianna threaded her fingers into my hair and tugged. “You guys can have your lovefest later. This is my wedding night, too, and I want sex right now.”
He and I laughed, earning a sharp tug on my hair and a pinch to Jason’s arm.
“Laugh all you want, wise guys,” she said on a huff. “Do you know how horny pregnant women get?”
I didn’t know, but I vowed to find out. I let go of Jason and took my time stripping the lovely ivory colored lingerie off of my wife, exploring her with my mouth and my tongue and my teeth until she writhed under my touch, and then I slid into her slick, wet heat.
“Gianna, baby.”
I peppered kisses over her face, caught her lips in a hot, open-mouthed kiss as I slid out of her, moaning at the friction of her skin on my dick. I shifted enough to slice open the vein at my throat and her mouth covered it, drinking deeply from me, and Jason reached out through his bond with me, and we fucked her, fucked her as gently as we could around the need and the heat and the want, reveling in the feel of her mouth on my skin, the burgeoning bond between the three of us.
I tried to temper it, tried so hard to make it good for her. Jason covered me and he bit into my shoulder hard enough to draw blood, and my hips took over, finding their own rhythm as two became three and began the slow merge into one.
We climbed higher, edging near the peak of desire and passion, and then Jason’s fangs popped, sinking themselves deeper into my flesh, and Gianna’s mouth left my throat and she gasped as she came hard, spasming around my dick, and I shoved into her and came, too, throbbing and writhing with it as my seed spilled into her and Jason ejaculated onto my leg in long, hot spurts of cum.
His tongue laved over my shoulder a moment before he slid to the side and the connection was broken. I slid off of Gianna onto her other side with a gasping laugh. Her eyes were closed and her chest heaved, and her tongue darted out, licking off the blood clinging to her lower lip. “God, that’s good, like the finest wine and the richest chocolate, all rolled into one. Do they make a cheesecake like that?”
Jason grinned and fell onto his back as his huge, gorgeous body shook with laughter. “You might be out of luck there.”
“Damn.” She blinked her glowing chocolate colored eyes open and glanced between us. “Is sex like that all the time with y’all?”
I propped up on an elbow and splayed a hand loosely over her lower abdomen where the baby rested, safe and content and much stronger than she should’ve been. “Mostly. The stronger the blood bond, the more intense the intimacy.”
Her expression flitted through one emotion after another, curiosity, wariness, envy. Jason mirrored my pose and dropped his hand over mine. “You’ll feel it too after tonight, once we’ve brought you fully into the bond. Marco said…”
I grimaced and he laughed, flashing his white, even teeth, the canines a little longer than they had been before.
“It’s kinda cute that you’re jealous of him, but you don’t have to be. You know where my heart lies.”
Gianna glanced between us again. “I’m missing something.”
“Not for long.” Jason’s hand squeezed mine, quietly seeking permission, something he didn’t need from me. He took the hint and cupped Gianna’s hand instead, bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss. “I know we haven’t talked about this much.”
“We haven’t talked about it at all,” she retorted, and then her expression softened into a smile. “I know what has to happen, Jase. I’ve known it since the moment you pulled Eric off of me. Before I even knew about the baby or understood what had happened to him, I knew you would be a part of our lives, a good part.”
She shifted on the bed, turning onto her side to face him, and I spooned her, supporting the love I felt rising from her for the man in front of us, the man who would be a fundamental part of our union as surely as either one of us was. She trailed her fingertips along his jaw, comforting him in the way only a woman can. “Do you think you can hide what’s in your heart from me? Do you think I can’t feel the love you carry for us and the baby?”
Jason’s breath escaped on a low rush. “Didn’t know I was that transparent.”
“Only to us, love.” She pressed her fingertips to his lips, accepted his gentle kiss. “Now, if the two of you would take my hints for food a little more seriously, everything would be perfect.”
“Got that covered,” I said as I rolled off the bed. “One midnight snack coming up.”
I cleaned up first, then padded into the kitchen as bare as the day I was born, open curtains be damned, and scrounged three sandwiches from the deli meat I’d stocked up on the day before in a rare moment when clarity had gripped my nervous mind. Gianna and Jason came in as I was finishing, her wrapped in my robe and Jason wearing boxer briefs. We sat at the dining table and shared the meal, talking over and around one another, laughing and communing until our bellies were full and the need had risen again.
Jason washed dishes while I put the sandwich makings away and Gianna went into the bathroom to, as she put it, be a girl.
And then at last, the three of us snuggled back into bed with Jason on the bottom, his hands clasped together behind his head as Gianna straddled him and took the hard length of his cock into her welcoming softness. I straddled his legs behind her and skimmed my hands up and down her abdomen as her hips undulated and her head fell back onto my shoulder. Jason’s eyes glowed and his fangs grew. He nibbled his lower lip with one as his gaze met mine and then dropped to where his and Gianna’s bodies were joined, watching her fuck him. I didn’t have to be joined with him to know what was going through his mind, how the rhythm of Gianna’s hips could move a man to promise the moon if she’d just keep fucking him.
It was their first time together like that. As eager as I was for the three of us to become one, I couldn’t take that away from them. So I held onto Gianna and let my own need build as the pleasure raced across Jason’s face and her breaths grew shallow and the scent of their sex tickled my nose. Harder and faster she moved until she dropped forward, bracing her hands against his massive chest and his hands eased out from behind his head and gripped her hips and his fingers dug into her flesh. I slipped back to give them room, feeding off the pleasure they shared in my own way, through my bond with Jason and the one I shared with Gianna, and from the sheer beauty of the two of them loving one another.
Jason strained upward into Gianna and threw his head back just as she cried out and came. She collapsed on top of him in a sweaty heap, her breaths panting out of her so quickly her chest rose and fell with them. Jason slid a hand to her nape and another to her waist, gripping her to him as his eyes met mine over her head.
“Gianna, baby, straighten your legs for me.” I slid away from them and retrieved the lube from the nightstand. “Careful, now. Keep Jase inside of you.”
“Mmm.” She shifted until her legs rested on either side of Jason’s. I straddled the two of them and squirted lube between the cheeks of her firm ass, startling her into looking around. “What are you doing?”
I bit the inside of my cheek to quell the humor. When Jason had done this to me less than a full day before, I’d had the same reaction. No sense deviating, I figured, so I said, “What has to be done.”
Jason rolled his eyes, though I could feel his humor. I tossed the lube down and stretched out on top of the two of them, pressing the head of my dick against Gianna’s nearly untried anus. “This might hurt a little. I’ll try to be gentle.”
She grimaced as I eased forward, tightening around me. Jason tangled his hand into her hair and tugged her head up. “You have to relax or it’ll hurt worse.”
“Easy for you to say,” she retorted. “It’s not your ass he’s splitting in two.”
He laughed. “He’s done this to me before, and with other men, too.”
She wrinkled her nose against his chest. “I knew that. It was a joke.”
I pushed in a little farther, straining against the tight cling of her ass on my dick. God, she felt good, so good it was all I could do to hold back.
Jason’s gaze met mine again when she hissed in a breath. “Tell you what, Gigi. Let me distract you with something tasty.”
“Ugh. No more food.”
“Not food,” he said. “Blood. You need to take mine. No time like the present, huh?”
He slashed a thumbnail across his jugular, opening up a line thin enough to dribble blood, but not so big he’d risk bleeding out. She scooted up and ran her tongue across the cut. “Mmm. Almost as good as Eric’s.”
“You should taste Elizabet’s. Talk about your wine and chocolate cheesecake.”
She breathed out a laugh and lowered her mouth to his throat, rubbing her lips across his skin before she opened wide enough to cover the cut and suckle him. I eased in and out of her, working my way past her natural resistance until I was balls deep in her luscious ass.
I dropped my forehead into her hair, panting to hold back the need I had to take her, hard and fast and with the fury of a rising vampire meeting his destiny. “Take her blood, Jase. Her wrist.”
Gianna shifted around and lifted her hand, and flinched when he brought it to his mouth and dug his fangs into the thin skin. I shoved into her, grimaced at the breath hissed in through her nose.
Too rough, Eric. Calm it down.
I buried my face in her neck and found a good place to dig my own fangs into her skin, capturing the blood raised before it could roll down her neck away from me. Jason reached out to me, and we eased out of her, in and out, in and out, relishing the way her skin clung to mine. So tight, so hot. Jason’s hips began their own rhythm in counterpoint to mine, fucking her sweet little pussy while I took her ass. We brushed along her mind and found her waiting for us, and we became three and finally, at long last, merged fully into one.
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