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  They didn't stop. If anything, they started moving a little faster, the need for pleasure urging them onward. The sensations were too much, too raw; for a minute or an hour, I'm not sure which, I wanted them to stop and let me catch my breath. I didn't manage to say a word, though, and they didn't slow down. Sparks started exploding beneath my tightly closed eyelids. Each breath coming out of me was a cry. My body shook continuously, and I thought I would pass out from too much pleasure. Anando's mouth found the crook of my neck and the scars he had left there. He scraped his teeth against them, and every sensation sharpened a little more.

  "Do it,” I cried out, breathless.

  He bit me. I cried again when his fangs pierced my skin, and yet again when he took a deep pull of my blood. His thrusting became erratic as he started coming, and his mouth left my neck. All that was missing now was Leo joining us. Without thinking, I grabbed the back of Leo's head with a trembling hand and pulled him to my neck. He hesitated no longer than a second before resting his mouth over Anando's bite and sucking hard. Fire spread through me once more when he pushed one last time inside me, leaving me gasping for breath in between my two lovers.

  I was still shaking when they pulled out, first Leo, then Anando, and I could have wept at the sense of profound loss I felt. At once, though, Anando gently turned me onto my back and pulled me into his arms. The way he held me, close and tight, was just perfect, like every single one of our encounters. An intense wave of satisfaction rolled over me. It wasn't just the satisfaction of achieved orgasm. It was more than that. It was the contentment born from knowing that he knew me so well, better, maybe, than I knew myself, and could make me experience such intense pleasure, always new yet always the same.

  "Thank you,” I breathed, no louder than a whisper, when my racing heart and mind had calmed down after a little while.

  Anando laughed soundlessly, his body shaking as it encompassed mine. “No, Virginia. Thank you."

  I turned my head toward Leo. He was lying down, his face half concealed by the pillow, but I could see him smile when he saw I was looking at him. I wanted to thank him as well, but the words refused to come out when I opened my mouth. He blinked, and his hand rose toward my face. He traced my lips with a finger. I pursed them to kiss it gently, and tried to put in my eyes that I had enjoyed our time together and was grateful to him as well, even if the words weren't coming out. He made a short nod against the pillow, and I only hoped it meant he understood.

  "I hate to play a Cinderella on you—” He yawned. “—But I've got to go.” He sat up, then stood, stretching his arms above his head. “If I could just clean up a bit...” he said, shifting his attention to Anando and letting the sentence trail off.

  Anando told him where the bathroom was. I curled up against him, a little taken aback. I wouldn't have believed, before Leo had demonstrated that he didn't know the layout of the house, that he had never been there. Somehow, it felt nice. It had to mean this—the three of us—had not happened before with another woman, or at least not here. It made it a little more special for me.

  I needed to clean up as well before I left, but even after what we had shared, I didn't want to intrude on Leo's shower. I decided I'd rest for a little while. As soon as I closed my eyes, I drifted off, only waking up when quiet voices exchanged goodbyes, before the front door clicked shut in the silence of the house.

  "Virginia?” Anando murmured. “Are you asleep?"

  I hummed but didn't open my eyes. “Can't be. Have to go home. Clean up."

  He didn't respond to that, or at least, not in words. He moved against me, and I only understood why when he picked me up and stood, holding me against his chest. I wanted to ask what he was doing, but I knew soon enough. A few steady steps later, he eased me down, keeping an arm around my waist when my feet touched the wet porcelain. Warm water started cascading over my body, the two or three jets angled in such a way that they didn't touch my hair or face. After a brief moment of surprise that made me open my eyes to see that we were in a large shower stall, I settled against Anando again, my eyes drifting shut.

  "Nice,” I said, or maybe I only thought it.

  I was still half asleep as he ran a soapy washcloth over my skin, starting with my shoulders and back, then sliding to my chest and finally to the apex of my legs and thighs. At first, his touch was gentle but clinical, but with each passing moment, it became something else. I moaned when he teased my nipples into hard nubs one after the other. Completely awake now, but with my eyes still closed, I let my hand trail down his body until I reached his cock. It was half hard already, and it grew thicker in my hand as I stroked it. Anando dropped the washcloth. I wanted to protest the sudden lack of caresses, but his hands were back, grabbing my hips, lifting me up, propping me against the cool tiles. I lifted my legs to wrap around his waist and guided his cock inside me. It slipped in as though it belonged there. We both groaned.

  For a few moments, I clung to him as he pushed inside me, using the wall as leverage to amplify his movements. It was hardly the most comfortable position, however, and even with vampire stamina, he had to be getting tired.

  "Hold on."

  I tightened my arms and legs around him. He pushed us away from the wall and out of the shower stall. Slow, careful steps took us back to the bedroom, with a short stop in the hallway for an almost brutal kiss that left me dizzy and desperate for more kisses, more thrusting, more of Anando, just more.

  At last, we reached the bed. Anando set me down on it, my hips just on the edge of the mattress. I cried out softly when his cock slipped out of me, then again, louder, when he entered my cunt again in one strong thrust.

  He fucked me hard, pulling moans from my lips with every push. My vision was blurry, and in the darkened room I let my hands see for me, touching his face, shoulders and neck, urging him on with my nails scoring his arms and my heels pressing at the small of his back.

  He finally climbed onto the bed and leaned over me. At the moment our eyes met, he started slowing down. He never stopped moving, but where before it had been all about sex, about pleasure, now each slide of his cock, each touch of his fingers against my side, seemed about bringing the two of us closer together. His eyes widened a little, and he breathed my name.

  "Virginia ... sweet Virginia ... I—"

  I was scared, my lady. Scared of what he was about to say. I raised my head, covered his mouth with mine, and stopped him from saying a word more. He came when I slipped my tongue in his mouth and nicked it on his fang. He arched just a little deeper inside me, but it was the sight of his pleasure when he threw back his head that brought me over. He collapsed, half on top of me, and I closed my arms around him, touching as much of him as I could, caressing him until I fell asleep.

  Yes, I fell asleep. I had made it one of our rules that I wouldn't be sleeping at his place. I broke it. He should have awakened me, but he didn't, not until morning. He made me breakfast, and served it to me in bed before I took a cab home.

  I said I wouldn't lie. And the truth is, as scared as I was, as scared as I still am, I don't regret a second of it.

  The End

  About the Author:

  Kallysten is a French citizen whose most exciting accomplishment to date was to cross a few thousand miles and an ocean to pursue (and catch!) the love of her life. She has been writing for almost fifteen years, and always enjoyed sharing her stories and listening to the readers’ reactions. After playing with science fiction, short stories, poetry and fanfiction, she is now trying her hand, heart and words at paranormal romance novels.

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  Other stories in this series available at Alinar Publishing:

  Out of the Box

  When she walked into the club, all Virginia wanted was to satisfy her curiosity about vampires—and about being bitten. But when Anando reached out to her and asked her what games she wanted to play, he opened the Pandora box and Virginia found answer
s to questions she had never thought to ask.

  + Out of the Box 2

  Virginia tried to stay away from On The Edge, yet in the end, she returns to the club—and to her lover, vampire Anando. She's determined to keep things under control this time, and she knows what to choose in his toy box to hold on to her decision. But the innocent game she expected sets her body ablaze with passion, and letting go might just be too hard to resist.

  + Out of the Box 3

  When she last saw vampire Anando, Virginia was helpless to refuse him anything, not even his request that she return to him. Once again, she is ready to follow his lead, despite her fear that she is losing herself in his control—until he gives her back more control than she ever knew she wanted.

  + Out of the Box 4

  Virginia wanted only one thing from vampire Anando—pleasure—and he offered it to her in ways she had never experienced before meeting him. However, when their casual relationship slowly transforms to include gifts, dinners and dates, they might both discover something they weren't expecting, or even ready for.

  Out of the Box 5

  The temptation to return to the club and to Anando was too strong. Despite her better judgment, despite the risks to her heart, Virginia goes back to see her lover. He agrees to the rules she sets easily enough, but those same rules, once they are alone in his bedroom with a few toys between them, suddenly seem too restrictive to Virginia herself...

  On The Edge

  Brett Andrews thought he had it all. His new club, On The Edge, catering to vampires and humans, is a smashing success, and the beautiful vampire Lisa is everything he could have dreamed of. When an old lover of hers, Leo, shows up at the club, Brett's immediate fear is that he will lose Lisa. But if he just stops thinking long enough to follow Lisa's lead, he might gain a lover instead of losing one.

  Over The Edge

  One heated night brings together two men and a woman, one of them human and the other two vampires, but when morning comes there are more questions than answers. Brett, the human owner of the new club “On The Edge", hires Leo as a bartender, but unexpected security issues threaten their burgeoning trust. For his part, Leo is caught in the same pattern that once caused him to lose Lisa, and he struggles to adapt and allow his new sleeping arrangements to last as long as possible. And Lisa, who brought her two lovers to the same bed, now realizes that she also invited back in her life a past she thought forgotten. Will they be able to make it work, or will this ménage collapse after a few nights of lust?

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