Katrina’s p. o. v
I sat on the couch beside my two brothers sipping fresh blood in a wine glass while watching two, hot, blond ladies make out.
They stood in front of us kissing. Their tongues fought for dominance while their hands caressed each other’s soft skin.
“I’m so fucking bored. I thought it was going to be a threesome, two guys one girl, you know how I hate boring stuff.” Ron said while yawning.
“They followed me on their own and begged me to let them entertain us, so here they are,” Will answered lazily then looked at me. I put my glass on the ground and shook my head.
“What?. You know how I hate used bodies and blood. These sluts are so below my usual type and standard. They don’t even qualify to pass on as my food.” I answered with a deep sigh.
“Good, then it’s settled.” Will said then stood up with extended claws.
I knew very well what he was about to do. Every time we didn’t agree on something, we got rid of it.
“Ron, do something before this fool leaves a bloody mess.” I spat seriously.
“Roger that Kat,” Ron answered happily then stood up.
He went and approached the ladies Who instantly shifted their attention to him. They both held each of his hands and pulled him closer to them.
One girl wasted no time in crushing her lips on his, while the other one went down on her knees and unzipped his trousers.
I stood up lazily, ignoring the giggles that came from the girls.
“Kat, you are leaving?” Ron asked in concern.
I looked at him and nodded.
“I don’t do incest asshole.” I answered then went upstairs.
“Fine by me!, I will gladly dig in!” He said loudly.
“Will, are you joining in?” Ron asked in a playful tone.
“Of course, I am pent up and aroused for some reason. I too want to play.” He answered.
I quickly went into my room and threw myself on the bed.
This was our weekly routine. The guys came home with human toys every time they went out. On rare occasions, they brought home supernaturals to fuck and feed on. Sometimes I joined in the fun and at times, I let them have fun by themselves.
I hated used blood because the tastiest blood came from the most inexperienced (sexually) beings. I mostly fed on animals because most humans I came across had used blood which tasted horrible to me.
Will was a different case though, the more experienced in sex a person was, the tastier the blood was to him. His vampire side craved that in all humans and other beings.
Ron only tasted blood whenever he accidentally killed or lost control, besides that he didn’t like the taste of blood.
“Ah, ah, more Ron!. More.”
The moans were getting louder and louder. I stood up angrily and opened the window.
“I’m going out!. I will be back in an hour.” I called out then jumped out of the window.
I landed safely on my two feet and smirked. The goodness about being vampires was that I had incredible abilities and powers. First of all, I was Immortal, I had the power to never age and recover from almost any injury. Super strength, heightened senses, better sight, smell, hearing, taste, and sense of touch. Also amazing Speed and flight. Besides that, I had an amazing vision.
My senses were ten times better than any human being and that was what I loved about being a vampire.
Our mansion was the only one in the woods. It was hidden between trees. The place was once owned by a witch who later sold it to us. Not only was the mansion shielded by a protective spell, no human could easily find the place or enter the gates unless brought in by either me or my two brothers.