Spellbound by Felicity Heaton

shoulders and drew him to her, closing her eyes as her lips neared his throat. She bit down as hard as she had with Valentine and tugged sharply on his blood. Both men thrust their cocks against her, moaning in unison. She drank deep from Venturi, refreshing her memory of the taste of him. His blood was strong. It made her feel a little drunk.
    Releasing him before she took too much, she cleaned the deep marks on his throat and placed a kiss on it. Her head spun for a different reason and she leaned back into Valentine, wanting him to carry her away on a sea of bliss and cast her gently into morning so she could sleep the day away, content and sated.
    Her eyes opened and slid to the windows. It was getting lighter out and she could almost feel the sun rising. Time was turning against them, but when she extended her senses, she realised that neither man was feeling as tired as he had been. Maybe they could cheat the day long enough.
    She moved onto all fours and crawled towards the edge of the bed on unsteady limbs. The twin growls of hunger from behind her made her wriggle her backside and look over her shoulder at them. Their lips were stained with crimson, their eyes dark as they watched her. She slipped from the bed and retrieved her amulet from the table beside the bed. Putting it on, she fastened it and healed the claw marks in her sides before walking back to the bed.
    She’d surrendered to them. Now they had to surrender to her.
    With a flick of her wrist, Venturi was laying on his back on the bed, his hands bound to the headboard by thin strands of purple magic. Valentine raised a brow at her. She grinned. He knew what she was up to. They’d used her magic to tie each other up before and it was nearly impossible to break free, even with superior vampire strength.
    Venturi gave her a frown. She wiped it away by placing a soft kiss to his stomach and weaving a line of them up towards his chest. He tensed beneath her, flexing muscles that made her hungry for him, and looking at her with eyes full of passionate promises.
    Straddling him, she rubbed her pussy against his cock and felt it twitch beneath her. He groaned and closed his eyes, his hands becoming tight fists as she ground against him again.
    She glanced over at Valentine and smiled when he touched himself.
    The idea of him watching them fuck heightened everything, making her hungry to have Venturi inside her. She raised herself and took hold of his cock, guiding it into her slick depths. He slid easily inside, filling her and stretching her slightly as she wriggled to get into a good position. She wanted to make him cum, not caring about her own climax. By the time she was done with both him and Valentine, she’d have her release.
    Tightening around him, she smiled when he thrust into her and released a harsh groan. His eyes screwed shut and his face contorted into a look that could’ve easily been interpreted as pain, not pleasure.
    Valentine moved closer to her. She pressed one hand into Venturi’s taut stomach and wrapped the other around Valentine’s cock. She didn’t want either of them lacking some form of attention from her. Lifting herself up, she set a hard and fast pace that had Venturi flinging his head back and growling. She felt him shift and change, trying to make himself last a little longer by slipping into his vampire guise. She clenched around him, thrusting down hard and mimicking each move with her hand on Valentine’s cock. He growled at the same time as Venturi did.
    Spreading her legs further apart, she took Venturi in as deep as possible, until a hint of pain laced each thrust of his cock into her. She stared down at him, fucking him as hard as she could and thrilling over the way he was groaning and writhing beneath her, his arms twisting as he fought to get his hands free.
    She slowed the tempo enough that Valentine was first to cum, shooting thick strands of sticky liquid over her hand and onto the bed. She released him and