Chapter Twenty – Luna #2
Zach curled forward and put both his hands on Paco’s shoulders, jaw dropped. “Don’t torture me, like he does—I can’t take that right now.”
A wicked smile played over Paco’s lips. “Not today then,” he promised, and went back down.
I honestly forgot to touch myself. I had every intention of doing it earlier—the more we fed Paco, the safer we were—and I did feel like a bit of an asshole for helping to put Zach’s cock into a hungry vampire’s mouth without warning him.
But as they went on, I just took it all in: how Paco stroked Zach’s cock while he licked and sucked his balls, the way Zach’s body writhed, letting you know instantly how much you were pleasuring him, the soft sucking sounds of Paco’s mouth as he worked Zach, Zach’s perfect groans in response—I was sitting quietly in the chair Paco had vacated, transfixed.
And then Zach grabbed his hands around Paco’s head and his hips started bucking just as he began shouting. I heard Paco growl encouragement as Zach thrust forward and surely lost himself inside Paco’s mouth.
Zach twitched with full body shudders after that, as Paco sucked the rest of his cum out of him—then seemed to come to his senses again, as Paco leaned back. “Oh my God—that was so rude,” Zach started apologizing.
Paco snarled and bit at Zach’s hip—playfully. For now. I tensed. “No. It was delicious,” he promised, and stood up.
Paco’s jeans—Jack’s jeans—were still on. And the way the overhead light was placed, I could see his hard on in the shadow he cast across the dining room floor, into the carpeted living room. I was sure from the front it was even more impressive.
Paco leaned forward, as if to whisper a secret to Zach, and I leaned forward too. Ears were close to necks were close to blood. “I want to fuck you,” I heard him whisper, and then almost felt him kiss Zach’s ear as if it were my own.
Zach shivered, then started kissing him back, fervently, as he divested himself of all his remaining clothes. Then he reached for Paco’s belt and undid it, bowing before Paco as he helped him peel Jack’s tight jeans off. Once Paco’s cock was exposed, Zach paused.
“Condoms? Lube?” I asked, ever the good bloodslave.
“Bedside table on the left,” Zach said, without even looking back.
I scampered off to get them and returned to find a fully naked Zach sucking on Paco’s cock with all his might—and Paco looking dark and unholy, the storm again, personified.
I ran up with a condom in hand and offered it out to Paco, glad when he took it because it meant that he was still there, his hunger wasn’t in control of him yet.
He wound his hand into Zach’s hair and pushed the blonde back, Zach’s pursed lips still pulling as he was forced off, until Paco could lower the condom down between them.
Zach, kneeling, helped him put it on, and then stared up with wide eyes, panting, knowing what Paco intended on doing with it.
“On your knees,” Paco said with the tinge of command—I could feel it pull at me as well. Zach moved out to the carpet of his living room and sat just as I had, on so many nights, waiting to be taken.
Paco lowered himself down behind him and started kissing Zach’s back.
Zach shivered each time Paco’s lips touched him, and I wondered what it felt like for him—if some part of him knew the presence of greatness he was being kissed by.
For my part, I tossed the bottle of lube over, and Paco caught it readily, without even looking up.
I crawled over to one side waiting to see if I was needed—wanting this time to go along on the ride.
Paco rose up at long last, slicked his condomed cock with the lube before tossing it aside, and then tilted himself down with one hand, steadying himself on Zach’s waist before beginning to push himself inside. Zach groaned as Paco moaned, whispering, “Fuck,” to himself.
What was it like, as a vampire, to finally come into your own?
After surviving this night—would I finally get to know?
Paco started stroking softly, rubbing just his head in and out of Zach’s ass, and Zach’s groans kept time. My fingers darted between my legs—I was wet already, there was no way not to be, watching the two of them, and I took some of that lubrication and swept it up to circle around my clit.
Paco pushed deeper, and deeper, I could see it from my vantage point, and hear it in Zach’s voice, the pleasured sounds he was making as Paco’s hard cock pushed faster, further, inside.
“Oh—there—there—fuck me there,” Zach pleaded—and Paco did.
He let his head roll back, his hips swinging metronomically, pounding himself into Zach, hard, as Zach brought a hand beneath him to stroke his own cock.
My fingers rubbed harder, imagining getting fucked myself like that, sending racing bolts of fire through my hips and my nipples as I pulled at them.
“You’re gonna make me come again,” Zach promised, his body arched, his face fierce with tension.
Paco growled, his jaw dropped, and—fangs emerged.
Only I could see them. I didn’t even know if Paco knew he had them—but Zach was going to feel them in a second. I rolled to a stand and ran over to them both, and swung my leg over Zach without thinking, so that I was standing facing Paco, blocking him from Zach. Paco snarled.
“Don’t you dare stop,” I told both of them.
Paco’s pace slowed and he looked at me with tragic eyes—the human part of him horrified at what he’d so easily become.
“It’s going to be okay, okay?” I told him, taking his head between my hands.
“I won’t let you hurt anyone,” I mouthed to him, and then brought his mouth to my breast.
In retrospect, it was the stupidest thing I’d ever done. I didn’t make a practice of martyring myself in general, so I don’t know why I did it. I had killed people before, at Rosalie’s command, and Zach meant nothing to me personally.
But some part of me knew that if I did this and lived then Jack would truly owe me, in a way that he could never take back.
And another part of me was used to knowing I was going to die soon anyways, and not giving a singular solitary fuck.
Paco’s fangs sank into my breast and I had to fight not to scream. It hurt—it always hurt—but while thrashing ahead of time and afterwards was fun, thrashing during was not really recommended. My blood poured into Paco’s mouth as he silently stared up at me with dark eyes.
“Shh, shh,” I counseled us both, trying to get a grip on my rising terror.
Paco’s hips had slowed, so Zach had taken things into his own hands, and was now thudding back onto Paco’s cock, sending shockwaves up through him, into me.
Paco’s tongue worked against me roughly, turning me on as it coaxed more blood out and—
Usually with Rosalie I counted seconds. I’d had giving her blood down to an art.
But with him—I blinked, feeling woozy. I’d lost track of time, and his mouth was bigger, he was sucking harder, and he wanted more, he was starving—I grabbed hold of the sides of his head, trying to pull him back. He snarled again.
“Paco,” I whispered in warning, yanking on his hair and ears. “Stop it. You’re hurting me,” I said, so quiet only he could hear.
But whatever was human inside Paco was lost to me now.
“Paco,” I said, in time with Zach’s thuds and grunts below.
“Paco!” I shouted—and then boxed his ears.
He startled—first angry—but then his humanity returned to him, his fangs receded, and he looked at me, stunned, taking me in, the blood dripping from where he’d bitten me, realizing what he’d done.
“Oh God,” he said.
“I know,” Zach panted, still fucking Paco between my legs, beneath me. “Blow your load in me—please. I need it. I have to make you come.”
Paco faced me, panting, eyes wide with horror, the taste of my blood in his mouth.
“Do it. You need it. Do it,” I urged him.
I caught the rest of my blood in a smear and pushed my fingers into his mouth.
His lips sealed around them as he started thrusting again—and this time he and Zach were out of sync, which was all the better, as Zach threw himself back to be pinned onto Paco’s hard cock, and the vampire that’d bitten me moaned low.
“Fuck him like you mean it,” I said, pulling my fingers safely out. Paco reached around me to grab Zach and pulled himself deep.
“Come.” It was the first time he’d used his voice since being reborn earlier this evening. “Come, come, come,” he commanded, louder, feeling his power—and Zach and I did, helplessly.
Zach shouted below us, I could feel him writhing, knew that he was jetting his cum into his hand, whereas I collapsed against Paco, throwing my arms around his neck, shouting and trembling on my toes, as the orgasm I’d been denied earlier flew through my body and into his, waves of it, just like he commanded, again and again.
“Yes—God—yes,” Paco growled, feeling our power leave us and fill him.
His face was pressed against my breasts.
His tongue licked the smear of blood he’d left savagely, and then he took me physically with him when he came into Zach, his hips thrusting hard as his body arced down, all of him spasming as he shot his load out, just like Zach had asked him.
For a second, we were all sweaty and tangled, like we’d played the world’s best game of twister—and then Zach collapsed forward, and I would’ve fallen if Paco hadn’t caught me.
He held me where I stood, panting as his tongue and lips licked blood from me, unthinking.
I played a hand through his hair, wondering if and when it would be safe to move.
“Oh my God,” Zach whispered from below. His frank humanity startled both of us, and made everything easier.
I pulled back—thanks to Paco ’s tongue I could hide the wound with a hand—and stepped over him, to go throw myself back into his dining room chair.
Zach looked back at Paco like he was a dark god.
“That was amazing,” he said, pushing hair out of his face.
“Yeah—it was,” Paco agreed, catching his breath, pulling himself out of Zach’s ass and slipping the condom free.
I could almost see him thinking, wondering how much more life he could wring from Zach—and would it be enough.
I stood to stop him before he could go for round three.
There was a point at which there were diminishing returns, and if Jack was back and had a better plan—but when I moved too quickly, it made the floor swim.
“Zach—thank you so much,” I told him, trying to keep calm.
Zach rolled his hands down his chest to grab his cock and cup his own balls, as if in disbelief over what they’d done. “I can’t claim to understand any of this. But goddamn if it doesn’t feel good.”
Paco chuckled—and I could see him considering falling forward and pinning the younger man there again.
Paco knew how vampires worked from being with Jack—if he wanted to he could be hard again and again and again.
Zach grinned up, so damn wholesome it hurt, and reached up for him—and God if they started fucking again there was no way I’d be able to drag Paco free—but somehow Paco realized that, and rocked back to standing.
Somehow I managed to sweep up Jack’s jeans without falling and shake them at him. “Let’s get going.”
“Oh, come on,” Zach said, rolling over, tucking his hand underneath his head to hold himself up. “Jack’s never come up here. You haven’t even seen my bed.”
Paco walked into the kitchen and tossed his full condom in the trash—and took the jeans from my hands. “Sorry, kid. Another time.”
“Kid?” Zach protested, gathering himself up. “I’m not some kid—I’m not someone you can just leave behind.”
“Wipe him,” I told Paco. Things were blurry. I had to concentrate. Just how much blood had I lost? Shit, shit, shit. I pulled on my shirt, and yanked up my skirt again. “Do it.”
“How?” Paco asked, over Zach’s further protests.
“Tell him he won’t remember you—or me. Say it like you mean it.” Paco looked at me and frowned. “Look everything else was consensual, okay? We’re dealing with some extenuating circumstances, you and I.”
Zach was standing now. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Paco turned. He inhaled, and then hesitated, clearly feeling torn.
“Goddammit, you are just like him!” I complained, and looked to Zach myself.
“Don’t say anything about this, okay? We were never here.
” My voice didn’t have any magic weight behind it to keep him silent, but by the time Zach was done sputtering about our dismissal, Paco had collected all his clothes.
“I’m not a kid!” he protested again.
“No, you’re not, but you’re also lucky to be alive,” I snarled, herding Paco into the hall, where he finished pulling on his jeans.
He watched me with dark eyes as he tugged his shirt on. “How many times could Jack have wiped me?” he asked.
“You can ask him when we see him,” I said, and started walking back.