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  The Vampire’s Return

  (Book 8 of Fatal Allure Series)

  Martha Woods

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  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

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  Finally, a day where I can wake up and just feel… at peace. A day where I don’t have to worry about someone bursting through my door and trying to stake my boyfriend, or some power-crazed madman controlling my other boyfriend and making him try to kill me. I could just let my eyes open, blink away the darkness from the blackout curtains and… have the first thing I see be my two boyfriends giving each other death glares from either side of me.

  “Really?” I said, pausing to yawn while I rolled my eyes. “We’re going to be starting this early in the morning?”

  “He’s looking at me the wrong way,” Damon said, “I don’t like it.”

  “I’m looking at you the right way,” Vincent replied, “It’s not my fault people look at you like you’re an insect.”

  “Please,” I said, “As much as I like seeing you two argue, which isn’t that much mind you, can we just… let it go for today? Just lay back and spend the next hour or so just laying here and watch the sun come up? Or… I dunno, watch the clock tell us that the sun came up?”

  Vincent looked like he wanted to argue, no doubt the result of the stubborn pride that they both unfortunately possessed, but soon enough he huffed in displeasure, setting himself back against the pillows and staring at the end of our bed. Damon narrowed his eyes, unsure on whether he should consider this a personal victory before I squeezed his hand in warning, my very stubborn hunter taking the same position and laying back in silence.

  In terms of comfort, the idea of sharing a bed was a fairly good one in my opinion. It had been three months since we’d pushed through the tremendous ordeal that was getting Vincent back from the abyss, and we all had our own wounds to heal from that. Sleeping together, and it had mainly been sleeping, for the time being, seemed like a good way to heal together and for the two of them to grow closer.

  Unfortunately, I seem to have forgotten one very important detail, namely that when it came to others encroaching on their “Territory” the two of them were two of the biggest idiots I had ever shared my bed with. They were trying to get better, I could really tell they were trying, but every time I ended up laying too close to one over the other I could physically feel their jealousy growing, to the point where eventually I decided to just do my best to sleep perfectly in the middle without touching either of them.

  To an extent, I understood, it was a tremendously confusing time for us all, how often were you asked to have to share your girlfriend with a man that until recently you had considered a mortal enemy? Now obviously I wasn’t something to be “shared”, this was much more than that, but in essence that was what I was personally asking them to do, to share the love that they were giving me and accept someone else’s ability to give me what they could as well. To the most stable, understanding people, that was still a hurdle that you had to leap over purely as a result of living in a society as weird and repressed as ours. As the last few months have shown, the three of us are very far from stable, and though it would be wonderful to be able to grow together and find some comfort in our connection, it was no real surprise that the journey there was going to be long and frustrating.

  It was starting to get very old very fast though, I forgot how much of a pain in the ass change actually is to happen, but I’ve gotta admit that I might have… more than just one reason to be frustrated. Given how close we had chosen to live for the last few months, opportunities for sex with either of them were few and far between, one of them either having to go out while we did it or just hope that we could grab a few stolen moments while we were alone for the time being. That really only worked with Vincent, considering that Damon was the only one that could physically leave during the day, but stolen moments just weren’t enough. I cared about them both, their emotional wellbeing was important to me and I would wait as long as I had to, but I had needs too. I know it might seem selfish but… it’s been a pretty stressful year for me, surely I deserved a few moments of release every now and then?

  Vincent was the first to notice my shuffling, his heightened senses and the bond that we shared were almost cheating in that regard, but it wasn’t long till Damon looked at my thighs squeezing together. I couldn’t help it, sleeping in the same bed with two of the most gorgeous men I’d ever met in my life and forcing myself to touch neither of them was hell on my admittedly already considerable libido. There was barely even any opportunity to take care of the problem myself, given that the only time I was away from either of them was when I went out to lunch with Cara, and I wasn’t about to be caught pleasuring myself in a restaurant bathroom. That just… wasn’t my style.

  “Amy?” Vincent asked, a smirk clear in his tone. “Are you ok?”

  “Yeah,” I said, throat dry while I struggled not to look at either of them. “Yep, I’m absolutely fine.”

  “Are you sure?” Damon shuffled at my side, finger darting down to ghost against my arm. “Because you look kind of… uncomfortable.”

  I shut my eyes tight, willing myself not to punch or kiss either of them, I wasn’t sure which option was more appealing, or even if I wanted to just suck it up and do both. Instead, I simply spoke through my teeth, “You know pretty well what’s wrong.”

  “Oh do we?” He answered, and yep if I wasn’t certain that he was screwing with me before I was absolutely sure of it now. “And how would we know that? Have we done something wrong?”

  Vincent chuckled in my ear, “I would hate to know that we’ve displeased you in some way, we both live to serve you after all…”

  As tempting as it was to let them continue on, especially considering the fantasies that kept running through my head every time I closed my eyes, it wasn’t going to be fair to any of us if things got… any more amorous than they already were. And by things I mean me, it’s hard enough restraining myself around one of them let alone two.

  I sighed, raising my hand and shaking my head in disappointment. “Just… please stop, alright? It’s been a long few weeks and I haven’t even touched myself in that time, so can we just… not make this harder than it has to be?”

  They were silent ab
ove me, I wiped my hand down my face while I tried to find the right words. “Alright maybe that sounded kind of bitchy but… I’m really trying here, and I really want this to work between the three of us. I care about the two of you so much and this is so important, but we’ve all got to make sacrifices for that. Mine just so happens to be not having an orgasm for the past few weeks.”

  Laying my hand against Vincent’s thigh and my head against Damon’s shoulder, I allowed myself a small smile. “I know you’re just trying to joke around right now, and I love that, but I guess it’s just kind of a sore subject right now you know? Right?” I screwed my brow up, by now more unnerved than anything that they still hadn’t said anything.

  “Hey, Amy…” Damon said slowly like he was working out the question as he was saying it. “Do you mean that? You haven’t even taken care of yourself in all this time?”

  “No… when would I have gotten the chance? I’m not about to just drop my pants around the two of you, not when I know that you can’t be around each other when we’re just talking, let alone having sex.” I looked between them, narrowing my eyes at the look they were sharing. “What’s going on here?”

  Neither of them answered for a moment, the two of them having their own silent conversation in their eyes before Vincent cleared his throat, his following words so soft and hesitant, “What if… you saw to yourself now? We hate to know that we’ve made you this uncomfortable, we know how important release is to you.”

  “See to myself?” I asked, eyes wide. “What about the two of you?”

  “We need to get more comfortable around each other right?” Damon chuckled, “Sure it’d be weird sitting next to him watching you but I guess it’ll be easier than if things were hotter and heavier right?”

  “I… you’re serious.” My jaw was hanging open, my mind racing to try and confirm that yes, this was, in fact, a real offer that was being extended to me. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but… alright, I guess I can give it a go.”

  Damon let out a heavy breath, seemingly thinking that I was either going to refuse at best or get mad at worst. While I couldn’t really think of a reason why I would do that, I suppose everything about this situation is unusual, isn’t it?

  “I’ve gotta say though,” I giggled, watching them turn back from where they were crawling to the foot of the bed. “This is the first time I’ve been happy needing to take care of myself while the guy just lies there before.”

  “Hey!” Damon protested, “You’ve never needed to do that with me right? Maybe with buck teeth over here…”

  “Oh please,” Vincent groaned, rolling his eyes. “If you can manage to get her off with your paltry amount of stamina what do you think I can do?”

  “Shh…” I said, waving my foot at them. “Don’t start arguing, you’re both doing so good. Do you think you can help me get out of these pants though? They’re… a bit uncomfortable right now.”

  They nodded in sync, and I had to suppress a small whoop of triumph at seeing them so ready to cooperate for seemingly the first time in history. Look at me, first I build an alliance and now I’m getting a hunter to work alongside a vampire, maybe world peace really is a possibility. Not sure how much they’d accept me using these methods on a wider scale though.

  Any thoughts on that quickly vacated my head however when I felt their fingers on either side of my hips, sweeping underneath my waistband and slowly dragging my pyjama pants down my legs, the cold air of the morning hitting my skin and making goosebumps rush to the surface. It wasn’t the way I expected those to ever be removed, I’d started wearing them to bed because they were baggy and I was trying to draw their eyes away from my ass. Guess that idea was ruined now, considering how nice it felt having them take it off of me.

  Though I couldn’t see for sure, I could tell that their mouths were going dry the more they revealed of me, their eyes fixed between my legs where I was covering with my hand, a coy smirk on my face and an arching of my eyebrow telling them everything they needed to know. “Go on, get back there. Am I going to be taking care of myself right? That means that you don’t get to touch if I don’t say you can.”

  They nodded their agreement eagerly, I guess I could get used to calling the shots like this. Who knew that it would be so easy for such powerful people to just fall in line? I drummed my fingers over myself, body shivering with each fingertip that tickled against my skin and humming idly, “Do you see something you like?”

  Damon cleared his throat, not tearing his eyes away while almost muttering, “Y-yeah, we do.”

  “And what about you Vincent?” I said, extending my leg and pressing my toes against his chest. “Do you like what you see?”

  Thinking back, I think this might be the first time I saw a vampire completely speechless, usually, they’re never short of cutting witticisms or some other smart remark. I guess I really did have that much of a hold over them. But it was high time that I got a hold on myself instead, ha, that was pretty clever.

  Separating my fingers and giving them the first glimpse of what lay below, I rubbed softly at the sensitive button above my already sensitive wetness, my head falling back with a sigh as I felt weeks of tension starting to bleed out of my body with each simple pass of my fingers. The feeling of their eyes on my body was amazing, a pleasured smile spreading across my face even before I slipped two fingers inside myself and started thrusting gently, making scissoring motions and spreading myself as gently as I could. It had been weeks of nothing, and dammit I was going to make the most of this moment.

  From the pair of sighs echoing up from the foot of the bed I wasn’t the only one enjoying this, maybe it was too much to ask of them right now but I could at least imagine them touching themselves to my image, their lengths hardened and sensitive just from the sight of me. My hips jolted against my hand, a pleasured gasp ripping from my lungs, ok maybe I was enjoying this a little too much.

  Looking forward and making eye contact was even better than I could have imagined, both of them so clouded in their lust and focused on me that their discomfort around each other was completely gone. Trailing my eyes down their toned chests and down to their waists, it was readily apparent how focused they were.

  Against all my expectations, both of them had freed themselves from the prison that was their underwear, hands fisted around the thick lengths that I was so familiar with, steady pumps dripping beads of glistening precum and lubing them up further. Damon’s lip was pinched between his teeth, small grunts of pleasure pulsing out of him every time his fingers slipped over the head of his cock, full body shivers racking him when I squeaked in surprise.

  Vincent was slightly more composed, but the way his eyes had gone almost black told me that he was barely keeping himself under control. But he’d accepted that he couldn’t touch unless I said they could, so he was going to ride that out until the very bitter end. There were a lot of questions that I had that popped up whenever we were having sex, and they always made me lose my composure, chief among those questions being how someone with no blood in their body could possibly have such an impressive erection. Far be it from me to claim to be a biology expert, but if that wasn’t evidence of some true magic at work I don’t know what is.

  It was a struggle not to press my thighs together, every pump of my fingers and scrape of my palm against my clit feeling like pure lightning striking in my body, my core like molten lava and my mind like a fog. My chest heaved with every breath that I took, air coming out with a sigh while I sank deeper into the pillows and laid my legs out to my sides as best I could. Slipping my fingers out of myself, I trailed them slowly up my stomach, watching in glee as their eyes followed them every step of the way, going wide when I circled my nipple before drawing them into my mouth.

  Of all the things that I’ve experimented with, tasting myself was by far the one that surprised me the most. It had happened once or twice when I’d gone down on Damon on the few occasions we’d had to ourselves, but I rarely thought
of just sampling it myself when I was alone. It’s probably because of that bond that Vincent and I share, I’d had a healthy sex drive before but now that I’d gained the libido of a vampire it was a wonder that I hadn’t started humping the furniture.

  There was a reason I’d decided not to go to Joseph’s mansion in the last few months, I’m not sure I’d survive seeing Mika and Ivanka making love in this condition.

  From the veins bulging on their necks, they were both clearly struggling not to lose control of either themselves or their release, and I had to admit that I was edging embarrassingly close to the edge myself. Sweat was already starting to bead on my forehead, my legs were shaking, I had no idea just how much I’d really needed this for so long it was like a heavy cloud was being lifted from over me. The atmosphere in the room was electric, our every movement feeling charged and our bodies coiled tightly like springs, all of us were almost finished that much was clear to see, all that we could do was enjoy it while it lasted.

  With a smirk and a crooked finger, I beckoned them closer, pushing my legs even further and welcoming them, saying softly, “You shouldn’t be all the way over there, why don’t you come and sit right next to me?”

  I don’t know if I’ve seen someone move so quickly, both their legs and their hands speeding up as they shuffled across the bed towards me, each of them straddling one of my legs while they pumped themselves even harder looking down at me. The sheer hunger in their eyes made something ignite inside me, my fingers plunging back inside myself and my free hand pinching viciously at my nipple, fingers a blur as I chased my release so violently I was afraid that I might actually break something. Their heads fell back with a duo of groans, their lengths actually dripping with precum as they fought so valiantly not to release right then and there, and it was with some amazement that I finally realized that they were trying to hold on until I finished first.