“You’re a vampire?” I whisper. Theo nods, watching my reaction, his fangs protrude. They aren’t what you would see in a movie with the two pointy fangs. He actually has three on each side, and they run side by side. I watch his eyes darken, turning to the darkest shade of red, similar to blood. Veins stick out under his eyes, moving and wriggling under my thumb as I brush it over them slowly. Theo doesn’t move, just waits for me to finish observing him.
Moving my hands back down his face, I brush my thumb over the point of one of his fangs. I wince the sharpness nicking my skin like razor-sharp needle points. Blood runs down my thumb and Theo stiffens, licks his lips, and closes his eyes. He tries to wait for me to pull away, but I don’t. Instead, I brush my bleeding thumb across his lips, painting them crimson. Theo groans, licking his lip, body shuddering as he tastes my blood. I push my thumb onto his bottom lip until he parts it and brush it against his tongue. His eyes snap open, darkening before his lips close and he sucks on it, his tongue gently twirling around it. His eyes glow brighter, never leaving mine. When he lets go, I find my thumb is completely fine. I stare at it before looking back at Theo. He leans forward, kissing me gently on the lips.
I’m more surprised at my own reaction. I don’t feel any fear towards them, but they still make me a little on edge, like when you’re lining up for a crazy thrill ride and the butterflies are loose inside, but they don’t scare me.
Theo smiles slowly at me, head tilting to the side, “You’re over your fear.” I stare back into his mesmerizing eyes, watching him. Tobias pulls me back against him, nuzzling my neck, his hot breath tickling me, his stubble brushing my shoulder near his mark. Pleasure ripples through me.
“Why does it do that?” My voice comes out in a moan rather than a whisper.
“Why what?” Whispers Tobias, but his eyes glitter. He kisses the mark again, making my eyes flutter. He has to know exactly what he is doing to me. But he wants me to say it out loud.
“Your bite mark.” I moan again, louder, he sucks softly on it, tongue teasing the center. “Why does it make me feel so good?” I pant, riding high from his soft touch. Can I come from just this?
He chuckles, dragging his tongue over it. “It’s a claiming mark, shows everyone you’re mine. Only Theo and I will be able to give you this reaction, make you feel this way,” he nibbles on the spot while I’m lost in the ecstasy of pleasure. I know what he is saying should alarm me, but it doesn’t. It somehow feels right.
“Once Theo marks you, it will be even better. It’ll be so intense you’ll come for me no matter what else is going on,” he whispers, kissing just below my ear, licking the shell of it.
I shift away, reaching one hand up to brush my throat. “Marks me?” Does that mean he is going to bite me too? I sit up, fighting to slow my heartbeat. Theo’s eyes move to mine, an intensity glittering in them that takes my breath. The fog creeps around me.
“I won’t hurt you, Imogen, and I won’t mark you until you say I can.” I stare wide-eyed before quickly nodding my head. The thought of being bitten scares me, being owned like some sort of property scares me.
“I shouldn’t have marked you without permission, that’s not usually how it’s done,” Tobias comments, voice laced with guilt. He gets up and walks into the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom, “You want a shower?”
I nod before climbing off the bed and following. I’m still naked, but my nudity doesn’t phase me anymore. They both have examined my intimate bits extremely thoroughly, so nothing really left to be shy about. “Where is the man and lady from yesterday?” I ask, or is it the day before? I passed out so many times lately I have no idea what day of the week it is anymore. But being lost in a haze-filled lust kind of makes nothing else matter.
“They went home, this is mine and Tobias’ place. Our parents don’t live with us,” Theo comments, walking up behind me and nuzzling the back of my neck. Wait, did he say their parents as if they are brothers? I stop. “You’re brothers?” I whip around, smacking Theo’s eyes with my hair.
They look nothing alike, and they aren’t even the same species or creature. I don’t know what to classify them without sounding rude.
“Not in the biological sense. We aren’t inbred; we’ll explain later. For now, I want to get you all wet,” he whispers in my ear again, giving my lower back a push toward the showers.
The bathroom is huge, with soft gray tile and black countertops with gold finishes. Tobias is already in the shower which could easily fit another three people and has multiple shower heads. Reaching out, Tobias grabs my wrist and pulls me under the stream of water. I chuckle when I smack into his chest, nearly slipping on the soap suds on the floor. Tobias holds me upright, steadying me. Theo steps in behind me and reaches for a loofah and shower gel that’s sitting on a shower niche behind Tobias.
I move over to the second shower head and start wetting my hair before shampooing it, trying to untangle the knots that have formed. While rinsing it out, I feel hands touch my breasts. I know who it is because even under the hot water his hands are colder than mine and definitely colder than Tobias’ hot skin, though the stream of water has warmed them some. I try to quickly rinse the shampoo out that’s stinging my eyes when I feel Tobias’ chest press against my back, his hands grip my hips as he pulls me flush against him.
“Not fair, I can’t see,” I whine. He pushes me back under the stream and I manage to get the shampoo out and open my eyes to Theo, whose darkened eyes are watching me. I step back into Tobias, his hands go back to my hips.
Theo’s fangs elongate. “You said you wouldn’t,” I gasp, stumbling over my words. The way he looks at me is like a predator watching its prey.
“I won’t, your scent is just stronger from the steam. You don’t need to worry,” he says, reaching for me. I step closer, his hands taking the place of Tobias’s as I’m lifted and forced to grab a hold of his shoulders to stop from falling backward. As I wrap my legs around his waist, Theo’s lips crash into mine, making me moan out before I feel Tobias at my back, pressing into me, hot and cold. Tobias kisses my shoulder, letting go with one arm. I reach back and grab his hair, pulling softly.
I hear him groan.
I hear him groan. His mouth nips at my skin while his hands run over my ass cheeks and down my thighs that are secured around Theo’s waist. I can feel Theo’s erection standing tall. I wriggle down, trying to get enough friction or get him to enter. Theo, realizing what I want, loosens his grip so I slide down slightly. I feel his cock part my lips but not enter, which makes me groan into his shoulder.