3. Alessandro
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ALESSANDRO
“ H ow long will you be in town for?” I grin at Valentina’s hologram, hovering above the communication disk on the floor.
She lifts her chin, eyes moving upward as she considers my question. When she returns her gaze to me, her grin is wickedly sensual. “At least a week, perhaps two. What do you think, Alé? It will be good to see each other, even if we aren’t hiding away in a tiny haven on the edge of nowhere.”
Her words are a match striking the tinder of my lust. That last visit where we holed up in a room and didn’t come out? It was everything for Pietro and me.
“Stay forever,” I growl, reaching down to adjust my erection.
Her expression softens. “I can’t do that. I’ve just been given this huge project. If I can do this, I’ll be able to ask her to make me Chief Haven Designer.”
Pride tempers my lustful thoughts, and I smile at her, crossing my arms over my chest to highlight how fit they are. “You’ve been working toward this for a very long time, my sweet. I’m proud of you. And I have the utmost confidence.”
Her cheeks blush slightly pink. “I need you, Alé,” she whispers. “I miss you both terribly.”
“Good.” I reach down and rub my hand down the length of my erect cock. “Come get a taste quickly, my love. We’ll be ready the moment you are.”
Twin fangs descend from her upper jaw, poking at her plump lower lip.
“Yes,” I murmur. “Let me tell you everything we’ll do to you. We built a playroom just for your next visit.”
“I can’t wait to see it.” Behind her, there’s faint movement, and someone calls her name. She glances over her shoulder, waving at the other monster. When she returns her focus to me, I know she has to go.
“See you soon,” I say quietly.
“Soon, mate,” she whispers just before clicking off.
As her hologram disappears into the round disk, I consider how long it’s been since we took a vacation to see her. Too long. And now she’s coming here. She’s never been to Ever… I must tell Pietro at once.
Glancing at the ceiling, I beam as I run both hands through slicked-back black hair. “Darling girl, is Pietro back from his chores?”
The kitchen windows open and shut rapidly—a yes.
“Ah, excellent.” I swoop down to grab the hologram disk and replace it in its holder on the wall.
Anticipatory nerves jangle through me as I cross the open-floor-plan apartment Pietro and I share. I yank the door open and jog down two flights of stairs to the coffee shop. I must tell him this news at once. She’s coming, our mate. I can’t wait.
A line of customers trails to the door. Carolya and Pietro are an efficient pair, working hard to brew the various concoctions our patrons adore.
Still, I grab his arm and yank him through a doorway into the back storeroom.
Crimson eyes flash at me, the mirror of mine. Like me, his hair is dark, gelled away from a face with elegant, angular figures. We could be twins. We’re not. A quick look at the swirls on our necks would show we’re not even related. But we grew up together, even closer than blood brothers.
His crimson eyes narrow as he taps a foot anxiously. “Customers out the door, Alé. Is something wrong?”
I shake my head vigorously. “Valentina is coming, Pietro. She’ll be here for a week, possibly two. For work, of course, but still…”
He blinks rapidly, expression going blank.
“She comm’d just now,” I say with a grin. “Shall I give you the details while we work?”
He’s still blinking. He must be in shock. His heart races, one ear twitching—a nervous habit that carried over from childhood. Reaching inside his collared shirt, he fingers his ziol, the bloodletting cross he’ll gift Valentina on the day we formally claim her.
Grinning, I spin him by the shoulders and shove him out of the storeroom. After guiding him to the espresso machine, I take my place at the prep station, grabbing a ticket. “Finish your order,” I direct. “I’ll share the details.”
The hum and buzz of dozens of waiting patrons snap him out of his reverie. He grabs two cups and continues with the drinks.
I grab the nearest container of green troll whip topping and place a dollop on the closest order to me. Then I examine the next few tickets.
Pietro clears his throat.
I grin, fangs poking my lower lip as I speak. “She’s coming to speak with Abemet and Catherine about designing and building a new haven outside of Firenze. Apparently, Azuro has grown too large, but they don’t necessarily want to recreate Azuro with the new haven. She’s been put in charge of designing the new location. It’s a huge step for her.”
A muscle tightens in Pietro’s jaw.
I’m certain he’s thinking of the last time we saw her. We spent a sultry weekend tangled up in each other. Every chance we get to come together, it’s sensual and perfect. Knowing he’s thinking of that makes me hot.
“I invited her to stay with us,” I say, “but her work already made reservations at the Annabelle Inn. She’s meeting with Catherine there.” Our haven’s singular BnB is system-renowned for her beauty.
Pietro grunts.
My brother has always been a male of few words. I’m the charmer, sprinkling magic on our romantic trio. Together we create a perfect harmony.
For half an hour, we work in silence. Carolya chirps happily with the customers. Pietro is as quick and efficient as ever.
Eventually, he looks at me, a frown marring his handsome features.
I sigh playfully. “I thought you’d be more excited. Remember that weekend in Vizelle?”
He runs a hand through his hair, slicking back a singular wayward lock. “It’s been a long time, Alessandro. Vizelle was eight years ago.”
I growl low. “And you remember how perfect she was for us?” I step closer to him, bringing my lips to his ear. “Remember how we filled her together, stretching that sweet pussy until she came?”
Pitch-black lashes flutter against his white cheeks. He blushes, his second eyelid rolling over both eyes in a flash. Ah, his emotions are high. He likes it when I talk about how hot it is when we fuck her.
“How could I forget that?” Scarlet eyes come to mine and narrow. “How are you feeling about this news, brother?”
I beam at him. “I cannot wait to tease you both. I cannot wait to see her. And I cannot wait to be naked in our playroom.”
Elegant, claw-tipped fingers come to the ziol necklace once more. Perhaps our paths are finally coming together along the same trajectory. It feels like fate that Valentina is coming to our chosen haven.
Perhaps we will finally cement a relationship that started hundreds of years ago. Perhaps she will finally blood-bind me so I feel them both in the way they already feel one another.
I have been waiting for that my entire life.
Pietro still hasn’t responded to my sensual promise.
I kick his boot playfully. “You’ve got a few hours to muster your excitement, brother. She is coming to dinner tomorrow night.”
His mouth drops open, and he fumbles the troll whip container in his hands, dropping it. The glass breaks on the floor, creamy green troll whip covering his lower legs.
I snort in amusement. This is just the beginning of my teasing.
H ours later, dinner warms in the oven as I wait for Pietro to return from his shift downstairs. I spent the afternoon cleaning and preparing for Valentina’s arrival. But now? Now it’s time to tease my mate.
By the time Valentina gets here, I want Pietro nearly feral. I love the way he commands us when he’s at the end of his rope. It starts with me reminding him just how good it feels when she fucks us.
Groaning, I stare down at the automatic blow job toy I recently purchased. He and I share it, and even the idea of that makes me hot. I love to take it after he’s used it and feel how sloppy it is, filled with his seed.
Blood would be better, but seed is intoxicating.
My fangs descend at that idea. Groaning, I bring the swirling toy down over the tip of my cockhead. The spongy tip of my dick throbs with need as the silicone mimics the hot wetness of a mouth. I watch, fascinated, as the first inch disappears inside the toy. The tube is translucent, so I can stare as the tiny bumps run their way over and around my sensitive skin.
Heat flares through me, balls tightening and filling painfully as I tease just the first part of my length. I’m waiting for Pietro to return home before I tease him with the rest.
On cue, the front door opens, and he stalks through, elegant as always despite a full day’s work downstairs. He brings the scent of our coffee with him. I love that smell. Sighing, I breathe in deeply, pulling the memory of Azuro hills covered in coffee trees. We grew up working on a coffee farm in Azuro. The scent of Azuro dark roast always takes me home.
Pietro pauses in the doorway, crimson eyes dropping to the toy. I bring it fully off my cock, gripping it by the base. When I guide it back in, he crosses the room and drops to his knees before me.
“Alé,” he whispers, following the path of the toy as it slurps my cock back inside the swirling tube.
“Yes, mate?” I give him a teasing, desperate smile. Our relationship isn’t nearly as physical as ours with Valentina. We’ve never been deeply called to one another in that way, although we dabble on occasion. But vampires are so inherently sexual, we cannot help but tease.
I guide the toy off my length again, and he grips my base, holding me steady while I bring it all the way down. The toy’s motor whirs as it struggles to contain all of me. But, gods, the bumps tease every inch of my dick as Pietro’s hand tightens around it.
“Remember how she rode me in Vizelle?” I choke out, arching my back at the incessant mechanical pleasure of the toy. I force my eyes open and drop them to Pietro, whose scarlet gaze is locked firmly on my cock.
“How could I ever forget?” he murmurs. “Watching this glorious cock disappear inside her haunts my dreams.”
I roll my hips, holding the toy steady as he watches me fuck into it.
“Lick it,” I command. “Pretend it's her sweet pussy. Pretend it’s the first time you’ve tasted her in eight years, and you’re about to explode.”
He grunts and leans forward and down, bringing his mouth to the opening of the toy. On my next thrust in, his tongue drags up the underside of my cock, shocking me with its softness. I grunt and yank the toy all the way to my base, throbbing deep inside it as heat builds fast, too fast.
But Pietro grabs the toy and pulls it off my dick, replacing the suction with his mouth. I gasp, the noise morphing into a moan as he swallows me to the back of his throat and down. His long, soft tongue curls around my cock and rubs in circles that drive me to the edge of sanity.
Reaching down, I thread my fingers through his hair, marveling at the dip of his head as he sucks me off. It’s been so long since he did this, maybe even decades. But logical thought escapes me when he pulls off me with a pop and licks at the opening to the toy. I spear back into it, rubbing my cock against his tongue as I fuck the toy with a fast jolt of my hips.
“I’m going to come,” I manage as I yank the toy up and down my length.
Pietro’s rough fingers come to my sack and squeeze, forcing a guttural cry from deep in my chest. I smash the button to put the toy on its fastest suction mode. Within moments, cum shoots down my shaft, and I empty a full load into the tube, grunting and gasping in pleasure.
Pietro rubs my sack, milking it as I fill the toy, cum streaming down my cock and making his grip sloppy. When he dives down and sucks my sack into his mouth, thoroughly cleaning me, I groan, my grip on his hair tightening.
“You must miss her terribly,” I tease, moaning at the feel of his soft, talented tongue sucking my balls clean.
He drops them with a soft pop of his lips. Scarlet eyes come to mine and flash with need. Understanding his look, I step my knees out wide, baring myself for his bloodlust.
Pietro strikes like a viper, sinking his fangs into my inner thigh right by the base of my cock. He deposits venom as he bites, and that bite supercharges my lust, my cock slapping against his face as a second orgasm barrels through me. He sucks and sucks, groaning at my thick blood on his tongue. I cry and pant as pleasure swarms over me, everything driving to the twin prick points of his fangs.
When he’s sated enough to release the bite, he pulls back, admiring the slightly bleeding wounds on my darker skin.
“You taste delicious, Alé.” His tone is heady with lust and need. When Valentina gets here tomorrow, he’ll be in rare form. I can already tell. Having her between us turns Pietro into an animal.
I love it.
And I can’t wait.