Alpha & Omega - Chapter Twenty Two.
Happy New Year, guys! I hope you all had a lovely time over the festive period and didn't miss the story too much while I had a little posting break. We're back to it now, though, and this is the longest chapter to date, a 9k+ monster of a read! Enjoy :)
Summary - In the tranquil village of Little Norton, your life can be described as comfortable, quiet and idyllic. One night, though, it takes a dark turn when you finally come face to face with the eerie presence you’ve sensed watching you from afar for months, encountering a mysterious vampire on your way home. His arrival in your life sets off a chain of events that lead to you becoming inextricably tied to him and his family, learning of the complex dynamics within it, as well as the greater purpose you represent to them.
A proposition and a promise are offered, yet to agree will see life as you know it changed forever. Are you ready for such a commitment, or will you leave them beneath the dark shadow that has followed the four undead men for centuries?
Previous chapters - Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty Twenty One
Words - 9,104
Warnings - Vampire fic, mentions of blood and gore, plus lots of smut. 18+ content, minors DNI!
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“Dad! What the... what the hell?”
The shock of your his actions makes a wave of freezing dread ladder your spine, your mouth falling open, stunned that he would be so brutish and immature that punching II rather than speaking was in any way a viable option.
It all seems to swirl in chaos, then, the three other vampires suddenly present behind you, your mother shouting, but perhaps the most worrying, the noise that comes from II as his eyes bleed red, fangs popping in instant reaction.
Oh god, no. The low, deadly rattle. It’s never, ever the noise you want to evoke in a vampire, that completely inhuman growl that’s usually the precursor to somebody sorely regretting evoking it.
The ancient power within him, that radiating menace that never left his being, one which men far and wide once feared stirring in the Viking king simmers just beneath the surface, directed now solely at your father as you feel his body virtually vibrate with rage.
Oh god, oh god!
“I cannot believe you!” you mum shouts, using her Michael Kors clutch as a weapon and smacking him twice in the chest with it. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, slugging him like that? Are you insane?!”
Pushing your hand into II’s chest, you lean to his ear. “Please, please don’t hurt him,” you beg, feeling his chest stiffened like rock. “I know he shouldn’t have done that, and I’m fucking livid that he did, but please. Please don’t.”
Eventually, while your mother continues to berate him, you feel your vampire relax a smidgen, although as his eyes return to blue and his fangs recede, he still looks far from impressed. Your pinched insides slacken, knowing that truly, you would have had zero chance in holding onto him, should he have decided to retaliate.
“He has his hands on her!” your dad rages, pointing at II with a deep-set frown.
“Dad, he had his arm around me! For heaven’s sake!”
II snorts, eyes flitting over him, his jaw set. “Trust me, that was nothing comparatively.”
Fuck. What your dad does not need right now is to be baited, and of course, he jumps at it, surging forward. The tension in the air intensifies as he reacts exactly as feared, unable to resist the provocation. His temper, already frayed by the earlier confrontation, snaps further as he lunges ahead, making the situation even more precarious. Your heart pounds as you watch him act impulsively, his actions driven by a combination of pride and anger, escalating the conflict when calm was desperately needed.
“You fucking...” he begins, II moving forward briskly. You hang onto him for dear life, nails gripping like fishhooks against his chest.
“Me, what, human?” he snarls, that eerie growl gravelling his voice. “You can punch me once, I will let you have that, but you come to my fucking home, our fucking home, and you bring challenge? To me, of all vampires? Fucking imbecile! Have some dignity, behaving like this in front of your wife and daughter, what the fuck?”
Your mum heaves her hands against your dad’s chest with all her might, your own moving to rest upon II’s shoulders, squeezing the taut muscles.
“Please, Gary,” she presses, moving in front of him, “you have to bloody calm down and apologise! I’m beyond mortified!”
While your dad’s anger seems to be slightly dissipating, you can see why, turning back to see three sets of red eyes all fixed upon him. Oh, no. They don’t take kindly to one of their own being treated like that, even though II is more than capable of handling himself. Inside, though, you feel like you’d be elated if the ground opened up beneath your feet, giving you some much needed sanctuary.
“You haven’t gone about this well, Gary,” Ves begins smoothly, stepping forward. “If it were anyone else, the consequences of such would not be favourable, but you are Grace’s father. We will show you leniency for that, despite your obvious feelings towards us. Now, if you can promise no further violence, I would like to invite you in. Tanya, I am told you enjoy Stolichnaya. We have a plentiful supply; you’ll be pleased to hear.”
Your mum looks as if she could knock back the entire bottle. “You’re Ves, I take it?” His nod confirms. “Yes, I bloody could. I’m so, so sorry.” She then turns to her husband; her eyes fixed in a glower. “Do you need to go for a walk, or will you actually behave yourself?”
It’s probably best all round that your dad mutters the former, turning away, II reaching to lift her case and lean to greet her with a kiss on her cheek. Wow. You’re impressed at his grace there, his lack of chill in greeting her, but then again, your mother did nothing wrong at all.
“It’s nice to meet you, at least,” he speaks, “I’ll take this upstairs. Your room is around the first corner, go right, fourth door along.”
She presses a hand to his shoulder, her eyes sad, shame snaking its way through her insides. “You too, II. Thank you.”
Moving into the house, introductions are offered, your mother continually apologising.
“Hey, not your fault at all, Tanya!” III assures her, beaming his usual big grin. “But if your husband is gonna be an oaf, he can sleep in the pissing car!”
Deserved, but you still wince a little, moving to pour your mum a massive vodka and tonic she likely needs sorely. You place the glass in her hand as II arrives back with you, your mum turning to him, looking at him questioningly.
“I would have thought your eye would have gone red by now,” she speaks, showing her naivety regarding all things vampire.
“Nope,” he speaks, sitting down at the table, “we heal instantly from trauma and wounds.”
Sipping her drink, she seats herself opposite him. “I bet you wish you had that when you were human, don’t you?”
He snorts softly. “Would have been quite handy, yes.”
Her hand trembles slightly, ice jangling in the glass she grips, hiding her face with her other hand. “I know you told me not to be sorry, but bloody hell! I really am mortified by him,” she begins, her sigh deep and heavy. This was not how she anticipated the first meet with her daughter’s four boyfriends to go, although something tells her that perhaps it should have been expected.
“Grace has probably already said that I’m usually the one who gets worked up, and Gary the calmer of us. Since we were told about this, though, he’s been, well... winding himself up over it is about the only way I can describe it. In light of that, I’ve appropriated myself as the calm one, the one who wants to at least try and understand this very unique setup my daughter has entered with the four of you.”
“We see that,” Ves begins, the other three nodding, “and we appreciate you for it as we do understand that it’s a lot for someone to take in, the presence of not one, but four vampires romantically linked with your daughter.”
She looks a little bewildered, sipping her drink again. “I have so many questions!”
“Feel free to ask them,” II assures her, and you silently thank him with a squeeze to his thigh beneath the table for keeping his composure and being so polite with her. God, he could have completely allowed for his anger to spin itself off its axis, with him being very much the kind of vampire not to hold back when riled. You know with surety that it was only because of you that he didn’t.
“How does it work, with all four of you being with Grace at once? Is there no jealousy? I worry for you, babe, being in an environment that could become toxic, with... and I am sorry, but I can’t word it any other way, with being what you all are. Vampires. You are, as we have discovered since you outed yourselves, the most dangerous apex predators on earth.”
Her hand continues to shake, III leaning to gently grasp it when she sets her drink down. She looks unsure, perhaps a touch fearful but allows his attempt at reassurance. “We’re kinda above jealousy, really. We understand what it is, that the bond ties Grace with us equally, although we all – apart from IV – fell in love with her before it truly began.”
“Why apart from you?” she then asks, looking to IV. “I take it you’re IV, yes?”
There’s a moment of pause, the lesser friendly of the four not letting his eyes meet hers for a few moments, and once again, you feel your heart in your throat.
“I am,” he eventually speaks, folding his arms tightly, his chin touching his chest. “I have issues, though. None of them caused by your wonderful daughter, who’s helping me work through them.”
She makes an accepting face, nodding, while you clear your throat.
“It really is that simple, mum,” you then offer, turning to her. “I devote equal time to my relationships with them all, separately and together.”
Your mum’s eyes bulge immediately. “What, you don’t mean...” she trails off, her finger pointing around rapidly between you all. That rouses a few barked laughs from your vampires, while you feel yourself blush and wish you’d worn your hair down, so you could hide yourself in it.
“No, bloody hell, no!” III booms, squeezing her hand tighter in reassurance. “I might be a fucking deviant, but I have no desire to partake in group sex with my family. That’d be... yeah.” He pauses then, eyes flitting to his older sibling. “I mean, II and I have banged women together before, but...”
Immediately, II pinches the bridge of his nose, Ves closes his eyes slowly while looking pained, and a snorting IV digs him in the ribs with his elbow.
“Her mother don’t need to know that, mate.”
“I’m just being honest!” III cries with indignation.
II chimes in with similar words to IV. “The woman does not need such finer details revealed to her, regardless of them not including her daughter.” Pausing, he shakes his head, folding his arms and trying hard not to smile. He doesn’t quite manage it. “We can always trust you and your gigantic yap, can’t we?” He then shares a slightly exasperated look with Ves, who’s eyes move to your mum.
“I apologise for him, Tanya.”
“No, no, it’s fine. I’m not so old at fifty-four that I don’t understand these things happen. I’d just rather not think of them happening with my daughter.” Her stance is all too understandable, really, although you have to say, III’s statement piqued your interest, and you make a little mental note while she continues.
“I think that’s where my husband’s mind might be going, and driving him up the wall, thinking, well, you know. Preconceived notions of his daughter tied up in debauchery. Of the group sex kind.”
At her specific statement about being tied up, III gives you a little fleeting side eye, and it’s all you can do not to snort laughing.
“Trust us, that isn’t the case at all. I need not embellish further on anything of that nature. As Grace’s mother, there are things that you do not require to be detailed,” Ves interjects with, chuckling when your mum shakes her head rapidly.
“Oh no, no. Even though Grace and I have always had open discussions about sex, details can be spared! As I said, though, I think that’s what’s rattling around in Gary’s skull. To be honest, it was mine as well, wondering how other people would see Grace, what they’d think of her, being in a relationship with four people. The small-minded connotations,” she speaks candidly.
“Other people can piss off,” III scoffs, “we’re happy and so is she. Teddy couldn’t really grasp how effortless it all is until he sat and witnessed it with his own eyes, but now he’s fine with it. As we’re all hoping you will be, too.” He pauses then. “I think your husband might be a different story, though, if all he’s fixating on is that Grace has four fellas she’s sleeping with. Yeah, we might be highly sexual beings, but fuck, we have more to us than just shagging!”
“He’s right, mum,” you offer, smiling. “II and I have a deep love of reading and history, so we go out to museums and the like. III is currently teaching me how to carve marble, IV used to be a chef so he’s showing me how to cook properly to his standards, and Ves and I really enjoy art and music. What I have with them is just like any other relationship, except for the obvious that goes hand in hand with being a vampire.”
Much to your relief, she looks more accepting over this with every passing statement given to her by your vampires, continuing with her questioning. “I did read a little into vampires before I came, but I got a bit lost in it all, not knowing what was true or false. I did read, though, that you’re all infertile. How will that work, going forward? You always wanted kids, babe.”
“Well, that’s been a sticky point for me, too, in coming to my decision,” you confess, feeling II slide an arm around your shoulders. “It’s something II and I have tentatively discussed, adoption or donor sperm, all that. He told me he’d like to be a father again, the others not so much. It’s a future thought, though. I’m still young enough not to have to immediately worry about it.”
Your mum looks past you, catching his eye. “You had children, didn’t you? When we spoke on FaceTime, something you mentioned about a daughter alluded to it.”
“Mm, five of them,” he confirms, “and while I didn’t ever think I would want to enter fatherhood again, meeting your daughter has changed that for me. Like Grace states, though, it is a future thought.”
“I had two, too, when I was human,” III chips in with, your mum looking curious at such. “I wouldn’t want to be a father again, though, but I’d happily play uncle III to whatever little ones these two decided to have.”
“Well,” she breathes, straightening a little, “this all seems to be much, much easier to take on board than I was envisioning. It makes me wonder what the hell the catch is, though.”
“There isn’t always another shoe waiting to drop,” Ves advises sagely, rising to prepare himself a cup of tea. “None here exists for Grace. Although she does make routine complaints over how much we spoil her, and there’s the odd crossed word here and there, but all of that is normal, isn’t it?”
“Mmhmm, I suppose so, yes. And that’s pretty much Grace, even though she was an only child, she was never spoiled rotten, so doesn’t expect the princess treatment,” you mum comments. “Anyway, what I would really like is to learn more about the four of you, if you wouldn’t mind? II, I only know a tiny bit about you, being that you’re Viking, something my flippin’ sister hasn’t shut up about!”
He smiles, nodding. “I am Viking, yes. A farmer, turned Jarl, turned eventual warlord and then finally, the king of Jutland.”
Again, your mum’s eyes widen. “Blimey!”
He looks proud, mouth tilting. “I was good at what I did. Mostly battle, but of course I had to also be a shrewd negotiator as well.”
“And you didn’t retaliate against my husband for popping you one in the eye,” she marvels, shaking her head. “Which wouldn’t have been anything less than he deserved, to be frank, but still. For someone of your former standing, that must have took you a lot of restraint.”
His eyes move to you, hand clenching on your shoulder. “My respect for her prevented it. Plus, your daughter is the epitome of a fiery redhead when she’s angry, as you no doubt understand. Restraint versus her vexation and your husband not enduring a shattered face was the natural winner.”
“Thank you, love,” you coo, and he kisses your forehead with a hum of laughter.
“You’re welcome.”
“Ves, what about you?” she then asks, thanking him when he attentively tops up her drink for her.
“For me, it’s null as I was never human.” Her confused expression is naturally followed up by further embellishment. “I am what is known as an alpha vampire. What we are is all we have ever been, the first of our kind who populated the earth. All vampires come directly from us, so this is all I’ve ever known.”
“Oh,” she breathes softly, her hand reaching for his forearm. “You’ve never seen the sunshine? That’s so sad.”
“I can now, through the invention of the glass panes within our windows,” he speaks, pointing behind himself, you mum turning to look. “You won’t see it now for the darkness but come the morning, you’ll notice it’s tinted a bluish colour. Shadow glass, as it’s known, allows illumination without the sunlight rays actually penetrating, meaning that if we choose to be awake in the daylight hours, we don’t burn up.”
“That’s absolutely fascinating,” she replies, marvelling at such information. “So, you can be awake in the daylight, if you choose to?”
“Yes,” he speaks, “we can force our waking by overfeeding. It’s the vampire equivalent of mainlining coffee. It’ll keep us awake until we allow ourselves to be pulled back into a rested state.”
The flow of the conversations runs with natural ease, her asking the others about their lives, too. As predicted, IV is brief, still sitting there physically closed in around himself, obviously uncomfortable but to his credit, making an effort to be polite. It’s while III is regaling your mum with stories from the operating table – and probably mildly horrifying her – that you receive a text.
“Can you come outside? Think we need a chat.”
“Dad’s back,” you speak, rising from your seat. “He asked me to talk to him.”
II reaches for you, hand pressing into your lower back. “Want me to come with?”
Hmm, probably not the best of ideas, although you appreciate his protectiveness. Shaking your head, you lean to kiss his cheek. “I think it’s best just I go.”
He nods, but he and the rest of your vampires definitely sit a little differently as you leave the kitchen, all bracing themselves on alert. Walking through the house, you wring your hands and fiddle with your ponytail, finally arriving at the front door and suddenly scoffing at yourself. You have nothing to feel nervous about. It’s your dad who is on the back foot here after behaving so disgracefully.
With that in mind, you open the front door calmly, your composure well rooted. Meeting your dad’s eyes, you still see some lingering defiance there, but the way his hands are shoved in his pockets as he rocks back and forth on his heels allude to a little regret over his actions, at least.
“I’m sorry.”
Folding your arms, you lean against the doorframe. “I appreciate that. You need to extend the same to II as well, though. And the others.”
He huffs, turning a circle, his breath clouding the cold, night air. “I know. I don’t want to, but I know I have to.”
“What?” you scoff, brows furrowing. “You don’t want to apologise to my boyfriend after you slugged him in the eye? Dad, that’s unacceptable, same as what you did in the first place!”
He scowls at your words, rubbing his jaw, heels further to be dug in, it seems. “I just can’t get my head around it, I can’t!” he exclaims. “They’re... fucking monsters, Grace, little more than animals wearing a human skin! I just can’t... the thought of you... with them... it’s turning my stomach!”
Taking a deep breath, you dig to your very bones for composure. “Then stop thinking about it! Dad, I’m a grown woman, with a sex life, of which I enjoy with them individually. It isn’t like I’m their sexual offering in some, some...” you trail off, feeling your temper rising up a smidgen, “...bloody vampiric gang bang situation, if that’s what you’re thinking! What I do with them behind a closed bedroom door is nobody else’s business, least of all yours.”
Looking visibly uncomfortable, he remains quiet and in the absence of his words, you continue with more of your own. “Vampires are different to us, but honestly, not so much that they’re - to use your words – little more than animals. That isn’t the case. It’s really insulting that you think of them like that.
“They were once human, all apart from Ves, which if you stopped sulking and pouting at the mercy of your temper, you could find out for yourself. Because he’d sit there and tell you about it, and then you’d learn something rather than steaming in, pissed off because of the preconceived notions you’ve been bloody winding yourself up with!”
You sigh, willing your dad to see beyond his prejudice, and soften just a fraction. “Give them a chance, Dad. If you talked to them properly, you’d see what I see every day; people who care deeply about me, not monsters. It’s not about changing your beliefs overnight, but about recognising you might be wrong. I know it’s a lot to take in, and I understand it’s difficult, but I’m asking you to keep an open mind and just try.”
He nods, lifting his head with a sigh, finally looking a little more accepting. “Okay, alright, ginge. Can you, erm, can you ask him to come out, II? And do I have to call him that? Feels weird.”
In a blink, the very vampire is at your side. “You can fucking call me Jack Nicolson if it means you’ll behave yourself and not descend into violence and shouting.”
“I’m sorry I punched you,” your dad begins, looking a little sheepish and maybe just a touch defiant, still. His ill ease isn’t likely to dissipate instantly, though, you reason. “I realise I shouldn’t have done it.”
The tension between them still simmers, but you receive a huge surprise in II offering his hand forth, eyebrows rising. “Truce. For her. And because you might just like me, if you want to bother getting to know me.”
Your insides finally unclench when your dad reaches to shake the hand offered, giving II a nod. “Alright, Jack. Fair enough.”
He finally smiles, II humming with a small chuckle, gesturing into the house.
Stepping in, your dad looks around, eyes widening. “Bloody hell. The last time I was in here, all this bit here didn’t even have a ceiling,” he speaks pointing upwards. “You could see right through the gaping hole in the roof to the sky, and there were little trees growing there by the staircase!”
Indeed, the ruins of Norton House were a playground for a couple of the generations of children who grew up in the village. “I can show you and your lovely wife around, if you like?”
“Yeah, yeah that’d be great.”
Thinking it’s safe to leave them alone for a few moments, you go and retrieve your mum, their guided tour starting around the bottom floor of the house firstly. They both marvel at every room, floored by the details of how contemporary meets originality, everything furnished so beautifully.
Throughout the duration of the tour, you can’t help but notice a lingering sense of frostiness emanating from II. Although he makes an effort to be civil, the tension is still evident, especially when he interacts with your dad. However, there is a subtle but noticeable shift in his demeanour when he converses with your mum; the chill seems to thaw, his tone softening as he engages with her.
When you all eventually return downstairs and re-join the rest of the group, it becomes clear that the earlier incident with your dad has left its mark. The others are not especially forthcoming in their welcoming of him. Ves is the most verbal as you go and fetch him a beer, your dad seating himself at your mum’s side, while two other sets of blue eyes focus upon him with sharp scrutiny.
“Listen,” he begins, placing his beer between his knees and holding his hands wide. “I have humble pie to eat, here, I know I do. That stare from you two especially signals it loud and clear.” He points between III and IV, the former draped over the arm of the chair the latter is sitting in. “It’s very unnerving, the way you’re both looking at me.”
“Deserved, some might say,” III drawls smoothly, his face not moving a flicker. “Can’t blame us for being on our guard around someone who favours his fists, innit?”
He nods at that statement. “I know, I understand that. Trust me when I tell you it isn’t what I usually lead with, though.” He looks back at the bottle he takes into his grasp once more, the silence pressing in on him. It’s abundantly clear that he’s the one who has to make the effort in engagement, not the other way around.
“So, who drives that gorgeous G Wagon out front?”
“I do, it’s mine,” you reply, smiling as your dad’s mouth widens in surprise.
“Blimey, ginge! What kind of pay rise have you bloody had, to be driving that kind of car?” he inquires, sipping his beer.
The subject of your job immediately sets you on edge, II resting a hand to your knee when he feels you stiffen. “None, Ves bought it for me for Christmas.”
He looks to the elder vampire at your side, his face a picture of surprise. “Nice choice. I’ve always preferred German engineering over most others.” He then looks to you again. “So, how is work going, love?”
Gulp. Just breathe, you might have to lie about your termination, but truly, honesty is not the best policy here. Not given the current circumstances. “That’s something I wanted to wait and tell you and mum in person. I’ve left L&B as of this week. I’ve decided to start my own business, still doing the same thing but running a lot of the events from here at home to begin with. As the company grows – hopefully – then I can begin to think about branching out and hiring people, running things on a larger scale.”
“And how on earth are you going to put together the kind of money that’ll take, eh?” your dad exclaims, mouth dropping open a touch.
Ves clears his throat, an eyebrow arching elegantly. “We are not exactly short of that, Gary. Trust me, Grace is poised and ready to start out on her own, with our financial help to back her new venture.”
They appear surprised at the news, your mum more pleasantly so, your dad the reserved of the two. Much later that night, once they’ve gone to bed, he reveals those concerns that he initially kept quiet, too.
“It feels like they’re segregating her from her life,” he speaks, pulling on his pyjamas, your mum lifting the duvet to climb into bed. “That ringleader one suggesting it and boom! Off she trots to give up her job and do as he tells her!”
Tanya frowns, her take on it completely different. “He has a name. Ves,” she begins, her husband scoffing as he climbs in beside her. “And referring to him as a ringleader is a little dramatic, as is the rest of your assessment. He made the suggestion that she could do well starting her own company and offered the use of their home as well as capitol for her to get started. Because it’s obvious he believes in her. Honestly, Gary, the more time I spend with them, the less I’ve been worried. They all clearly love Grace very much.”
Stretching, he folds his arms beneath his head. “I don’t know, Tan. Something just doesn’t sit right with me. The way those younger two sat there, staring me down all evening. Jesus! I apologised, and they still went out of their way to make me feel uncomfortable!”
“And yet II was the one you punched, and he tried at least to be polite,” she points out, continuing. “The younger ones were perfectly pleasant to me, III especially. IV is a bit more reserved, but as I understand he isn’t very people friendly. No idea why, and it’s none of my business.”
“It is our business,” he mutters, “she’s our only bloody daughter!”
“And a grown woman,” she reminds him sternly, “one who is capable of making decisions for herself, and this is what she’s chosen. Whether you like it or not, this is her choice.”
He shakes his head, brows starting to crease. “I don’t know. I just... I can’t get my head around it. Maybe if she was with one of them, but all four? And now this with her job? I feel like she’s being pulled into their world so strongly from all angles, she’ll forget who she is outside of it.”
“I think you’re talking rubbish, now,” she speaks, pointing downwards. “And they can hear every word you’re saying, too.”
He looks disbelieving. “Even from up here? We’re not exactly being loud.”
Truly, he’s done nothing to educate himself on vampires, and lord, how it shows. “We could be having this conversation out on Dark Lane and they’d still hear you.” She pauses a beat, turning onto her side. “While you were out walking, I learned a little about each of them, and Gary, they’re decent people. Yes, there’s reservations I had initially, but being in their company and forcing myself into enough open mindedness to hear them out, I feel reassured over Grace’s safety and happiness. If anything, she really couldn’t be bloody safer, with four immortal boyfriends acting bodyguard over her!”
“And you don’t think they’re the ones she needs protecting from, no?”
An exasperated sigh huffs from her lips. “No! Why would she? She’s up here of her own choice, they spend their time encouraging her, spoiling her to death, too! I mean come on, buying her a car that costs over two hundred and fifty grand? Doesn’t sound like she’s in any danger to me!”
Your dad continues in his protesting, all the while in the kitchen, two sets of ears tune in on it.
“I like your mum,” III begins, “she’s up there fighting our corner. Apparently, I was perfectly pleasant to her!”
“Your gold star is in the post,” II teases him with, leaning back when his younger sibling makes a swatting motion towards his face. He then reaches for your shoulder, thumb skimming over your clavicle. “Your dad is suspicious of us. States he thinks we’re segregating you from your life.”
Your eye roll could detach a retina. “He’s being such a twat about all of this!”
II gives you a tap, gesturing with a wiggle of his fingers for you to stand, seating himself and then pulling you down onto his lap. “He’s coming from a place of caring about his daughter, this I can say as I recognise it from my time being a father,” he begins.
“Me, too,” III chimes in with quickly, reaching to pull your legs up onto his lap, fingers idly beginning to trail the soles of your feet.
“However,” II continues, “he isn’t listening to reason whatsoever. He has a clearly formed bias against us he’s not willing to shake or listen to reason over.” Pausing, he continues to listen, a few seconds passing before he begins to growl low. “And still thinks us to be more animal than anything bordering on civilised in our nature.”
“Is he still banging on about my sex life with you all?” you ask, realising your verbal gaffe when II begins to chuckle lowly.
“Interesting choice of word, there.” Listening some more, he shakes his head. “Not for the moment, no. He has made mention of what isn’t any of his business, though.” He then begins to positively beam, more chuckling rumbling his throat. “I feel like giving him a huge middle fucking finger for his actions, from punching me to everything else he’s said, whether directly or not.”
His eyes move to III, who also begins to grin. “Innit? We should, you know. We should take his lovely daughter off to bed and spend hours defiling her, right under his fucking nose.”
“Yeah, about that,” you begin, laughter catching the edges of your voice, and you’re unsure whether it’s nervousness or excitement as four hands begin to roam. “Neither of you told me you had a penchant for sharing in that way.”
“Not every woman can handle two vampires at once,” II speaks, head dipping to kiss your neck, the lips of III pressing against your ankle sending a little flare through your blood as his hands slowly glide up your legs.
You smile, nails trailing over his scalp. “I’m not most women.”
III laughs against the kiss he presses against your knee. “Oh, we know that, sweetheart.”
“So, it’s just something you two have done, then,” you question, beginning to like where the moment is steadily headed. “Or have you included Ves and IV, too?”
“Just us,” II confirms. “Ves doesn’t like to share what’s his when he’s right there witnessing it, and IV has a tough time being around any erect cock other than his own. Because of, well, you know. The trauma of that fucking priest.” He pauses again, then, looking down upon you where he’s let you lean back against his arm, fingers trawling your jaw, hunger burning blue in his stare. “I’m not like III, though. I don’t swing both ways, so every single drop of our focus will be upon you.”
His mouth lands upon yours, his kiss filthily indulgent, III’s hand wandering right up beneath your dress to tease your inner thigh, lips pressing hot along your shin. Oh, your brain is short circuiting already at the feel of them teasing you. Not enough that you still don’t have questions, though.
“And are you doing this just so you can be smug in the knowledge you both did exactly what my dad is getting wound up about, while he was under the same roof, no less, or to simply give me a threesome experience since I’ve never had one before?”
III smirks, your dress gathered up in ruche at your thighs he’s so attentively stroking. “Bit of column A, bit of column B?” The mischief of it dances in his eyes, looking up at you questioningly. “We’re still waiting for you to agree though, Gracie.”
“Mm,” II hums, mouth trailing into your cleavage. “You know we’re all about the consent.”
You giggle softly, wrapping your arms around him. “Then you have my consent to take me to bed.”
In a blink, you’re in the lush confines of your bedroom, the air already warm for the fire gently flickering in the hearth for most of the night, the door shutting with a soft clunk before two newly naked vampires move to flank you, pushing you back upon the bed after removing your clothes deftly. You’re clueless as to know who to reach for first, but that decision is taken from you, III gently clasping your jaw as he kisses you with soft heat, mouth descending quickly.
His fangs scratch at your neck before receding, shifting so he’s above you, tongue running beneath the curve of your breast and around your navel. Your chest heaves, the brilliance of their touches sending flashes over your nerves, II kissing you sensually, his groans all smoke and grit. You mewl against his tongue at feeling the cool wet of III’s lips close around your clit, sucking on you softly, his fingers stroking paths of reverence over your thighs.
One alone is enough of a lover to have you breathless, but this, the sexual benediction of two, is almost intolerable. While III licks you to mindlessness, the tip of his tongue running slow and firm from your opening right to the crest of your sex, II has his attentions firmly attuned to your breasts and neck. His mouth lays heated kisses, hands touring every rise and curve of you, eyes opening every so often to watch you falling apart beneath that heated, mutual touch.
Every kiss is a silent prayer of worship upon you, the altar of their desire, III shifting as II’s kisses descend. His fingers find you first, toying with the soft, hot wet of your folds, III sucking on your fingers as his own patter down your arm, pressed kisses following until his mouth is on yours, his long form stretching out at your side.
A little jostling takes place then, III moving to stand at the side of the bed while you kneel at the very edge, II beneath you, scattering kisses up your inner thigh as your tongue entwines with III’s, your kisses all smouldering desire. Your hands glide up and down his chest, over his hips, feeling him shudder, his big cock bobbing against your stomach, begging for the caress of your hand.
Pushing him back a little, you fold neatly at the waist, a harder suck from II’s beautiful mouth around your folds stealing a gasp from you as you take III’s cock and bring it to your lips, teasing him with the tip of your tongue.
He emits a shuddered breath, hips jutting forward a little as your swallow him back, his hands losing themselves in your soft tresses, moaning around him when you feel your nipples being pinched by II, the firm slicks of his tongue over your clit evoking a soft moan. God, that vampire. He’s too good with his mouth, working you quickly into the kind of froth that begs for his cock, hands gliding over your skin as he sucks on you with greed.
You tilt forward a little, III supporting you by cupping your breasts and allowing you to lean into his hands as you continue to suck his rigid length, grumbling a little deliriously as II’s tongue begins to force moans of greater magnitude from your throat.
Your soft cries fill the air, adding to the deep, barbarous groans of your vampires, like bells tinkling over the beat of muffled drums. Releasing III’s cock from your mouth, you exclaim louder as you feel II envelop your bud and suck hungrily, shaking against his face as your hand pumps at the long shaft in your grasp, your tongue flicking against III’s hip crease.
Every precise lick of his keen tongue against your clit has you gasping and crying out, III’s gravelly groan galvanising you to returning his swollen cock to your mouth, moaning around him ceaselessly as the Viking beneath you has you in utter rapture.
Heat begins to prickle your abdomen, the fire almost ready to shoot up your spine as your bud is caressed at incredible speed, spurring your mouth on as you swallow the large cock occupying it over and over, until with a guttural groan he spills onto your tongue, his release sliding down your throat as you swallow it back.
The pleasure gathers, thick and heavy until the sudden suction of II’s lips on your clit invokes the crackles, the precursor to sparks shooting through you, white-hot and throbbing as you crest against his mouth, gripping III’s shoulders, nails grazing down his chest, moaning unrelentingly.
“Switch places,” II speaks, moving rapidly, lying back against the stack of pillows on your bed. “Yeah, I’m not standing up.”
“That’s only because Grace gives such good head, your knees’ll probably buckle,” III speaks, “and you’re vertically challenged enough as it is.”
He received a middle finger coupled with a snarl, III laughing as he moves to settle on his back beneath you. His mouth connects with your cunt, forcing a breath from your throat as your tongue glides up the line of dark blonde hair running the centre of II’s abs, your hand grasping his cock and giving it a squeeze.
He moans, a contented murmur as his long lashes shutter out the red fire of his eyes, arm muscles flexing as he folds his them above his head, eyes slowly opening again to watch as you make his hardness disappear in your mouth.
You sheath him in wet warmth while the same delights your pink folds, III’s tongue running from your opening to your clit, circling, nudging at you, dragging back and forth in a way that makes you glimmer strongly.
Your insides throb with want, the desire to feel one of them inside you escalating as your hands explore every rise and curve of the deliciously hard body before you while yours is grasped by the vampire beneath you, his big hands stroking the back of your thighs in a repetitive, sensual glide.
You then find yourself bereft of the vampire before you, II moving to kneel at your side before slowly licking a line down your spine, his hands gripping your bum cheeks before spreading the rounded orbs, his tongue finishing it’s long, sensuous lick at your puckered star. The moan such prompts from you is unlike anything you’ve ever heard come from your mouth.
“Think she liked that,” II comments, amused at your reaction.
“I think it’s fair to say she did, innit,” III speaks, chuckling deep as he wraps your bud in a hard suck, moaning around you as his tongue rubs and slicks over your little bundle of nerves.
“Mm,” II hums, “better check, though. Would you like me to do it again, love?”
All you’re capable of is a barely coherent moan as you pant and grip fistfuls of duvet.
“I think that was a yes,” III comments, the vampires sharing laughter.
“I think so, too. Mmmm, dirty girl.” II confirms, his hand smacking your cheeks in turn before his tongue glides between them again to continue. There is no tease to their fervent exploration in this, the first time you have ever encountered two mouths between your legs at once. Already, the sensations border on intolerable.
The sweeping flush of pleasure conjured by two talented tongues invokes judders throughout your muscles, blanketed in goose pimpled flesh stroked by four expert hands. The tongue at your clit rolls around, alternating between slow, featherlight licks and firmer quickening, the one at your anus beating strongly from side to side, sensations skittering up your spine as you mewl helplessly.
Their mouths evoke the most ardent of divinity, swells of heat prickling your groin, the air peppered with heavy groans of lust, III’s hands running under you to grasp your breasts, your nipples being pinched until they harden, pebbled and pink against his thorough touch.
They lick at you relentlessly, coaxing cusses from you as you repeatedly grit the word fuck over and over, your nails clawing at the covers as you’re pushed to your crest, the intrusion of III’s fingers into your molten heat the catalyst to your undoing, the flat licks of his tongue against your soaked folds searing your orgasm.
Tingles pulse through you, chased by two tongues and two fingers pounding your centre, leaving you utterly breathless, but craving more. “Please! Will one of you just fuck me!” You plead, making them chuckle richly. III takes the initiative first, moving from beneath you to spear your cunt, the intrusion of his hardness splitting you wide.
“Bring that gorgeous cock back up here.” You then instruct II, stroking his powerful arm and having him move back in front of you with no hesitation, enveloping his stiff shaft in the heat of your mouth as your walls are dragged by velvet encased iron, making you see sparks.
You’re arrowed again, III opening you with his thick, long cock, your moans plentiful as you’re filled at both ends, the slow withdrawal of the hardness only to be returned within your slick velvet in a forceful thrust, before once again, dragging back slowly.
The rhythm he then sets is slow, rolling and deep, every thick inch of his girth spreading you, your glistening wetness coating him as his fingers leave crescents at your hips, digging in as he steers your body back against each thrust.
While he delights your cunt, your mouth continues to caress the thick erection before you, forcing low moans and heavy breaths from II’s throat, his hips rising off the bed slightly in response to your repeated enveloping of him, your lips dragging his vein ridged shaft, tongue swirling the sensitive head of his cock.
Your mutual moans are like music hanging in the air, your bed the scene of the greatest sexual experience you’ve ever participated in, three bodies moving against each other in the most amazing sexual sync.
Your skin glows with beads of sweat, the heat of the room escalating along with the pleasure, which throbs unrelentingly for all of you. III’s hands move to bracket your waist as he assails you frantically, heavy balls slapping against your body as he drives into you with ferocity, your cunt beginning to flutter around him.
II is the first to be propelled to white hot heights, his hardness twitching in your mouth, abs juddering, breaths shallow and fast as his chest heaves with effort, his cock beginning to spurt into your throat.
You swallow back every cold jet of cum, your hands flexing upon his chest as you delight in the groans forced from his throat, shaking and panting in the aftermath. You take much pride whenever you render him such a spent state. Being a vampire, though, his refresh rate is of course instant.
Your fingertips circle his nipples, tongue exploring the ridges of muscle decorating his hips as you let him cool down, your sweet moans floating through the air as your wetness is stroked with long, hard thrusts. While feasting your mouth on the beautiful, scar and tattoo littered body before you, you return your mouth to his cock, and he hisses a groan, eyes fluttering shut. You watch him, and god, he’s so fucking handsome it kills you, your savage warlord, reduced to a shuddering wreck as his cock nudges the back of your throat and rapidly, he falls apart for you again.
The light of orgasm begins to shine at the edges of III’s pleasure as he sinks into you rapaciously, deliciously inhuman growls filling the air, his hand fisting in your hair and yanking you up to bury his fangs into your neck. He comes hard as your blood soaks his thirsty tongue, arms tightening around you, sealing your wound before he flops back.
“Play with II for a bit while I lie here and try to pretend like that didn’t fucking wreck me!” he chuckles, flopping onto his back at the foot of the bed.
You turn to him, reaching to tickle his arm. “Bit cunt drunk?”
He makes a small space between his thumb and forefinger, his slightly bloodied grin widening. “Little bit, Gracie.”
Turning back to II, he sits up more, pulling you close, fangs grazing your breast before biting down. It hurts like hell, but oh, the sweet burn of it as you guide him to your streaming hole, sinking down onto his cock with a little whimper.
Each roll of your hips ensnares every last inch of him, his hands running up your spine, one fisting your hair and pulling your head back, making you arch elegantly so he can fulfil his desire to introduce his tongue to your breasts, swirling across each rounded orb, each flushed, erect nipple before blowing on them, the little peaks furling further.
You grasp his strong arms as your body establishes a perfect sync with his, II returning to his back as you’re aware of a presence behind you, his hands kneading the soft flesh over your hips as III pulls you back against him where he kneels.
His hands move to grasp your breasts, rolling your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers as you turn your head to receive magmatic kisses, his tongue swirling with yours, short beard prickling your lips.
Ebullience crackles through your bones as II bounces you steadily on his cock, III’s mouth moving to sear your neck, his teeth scraping where your pulse flutters wildly, tongue tasting your flesh, your damp back gliding effortlessly against his chest.
He shifts back, the lean you’re forced to make causing II’s cock to press more intensely against your utmost nerve rich spots, forcing wails from your lungs as III leans over your shoulder to begin sucking your nipple, fangs prickling your hardened bud.
He then delights you further by sliding his hand down your sweaty body to begin stroking your clit, his middle finger massaging back and forth over the slick, swollen bundle, a shaky breath leaving his mouth as his cock juts against your spine, desperate to be back within you once more.
The logistics which facilitate this are assisted by him moving at speed, raiding your bedside drawer for a bottle of lube, back behind you in an instant to begin pushing two very slick fingers in and out of your arsehole, readying your body to take him.
You grip onto II’s biceps, wincing in pain as you feel his fingers replaced, the head of his cock stretching you around its heft, inching in with care. Whimpering, you feel III kiss your neck, cool breath fanning over your skin. “Just relax sweetheart. Yeah, that’s it. Fuck, you feel so good.”
The way he moans, guttural and consumed by you, it makes your heart hammer wildly as his tongue circles your shoulder, slipping in a little further, your body completely alight with glimmers skittering over every nerve. The pleasure of it is sharp-toothed, biting into the marrow of you, feeling them both inside you together as their hands roam your skin.
To say you feel like your brain is breaking, crumbling like an ancient tower would be an understatement, experiencing the sensation of them both inside of you at the same time. It’s a tempest of heat ever whirling, consuming you, driving itself into your marrow as your entire body hums with ecstasy.
“You’re going to drown my cock. Fuck, you’re wet.” II then groans, hands bracketing your face as he sits up. He presses a kiss to your mouth, fangs prickling your tongue before they move to sink into your neck.
God, its heaven dripping in sin.
He fucks up into you deeply as III retreats, his teeth sharp at the back of your neck, biting you with a deep grunt. It feels relentless in its burn, like fire igniting holy oil, scorching you in their worship, your blood trickling from their bites, fang marks littering you like sacred brandings.
You then turn your head to grant III the same, his slippery cock expertly arrowing harder into your narrow passage, reaching back to fist his hair as you moan around his tongue, II’s talented mouth tantalising your throat with scattered kisses.
They move in perfect tandem with each other, one sliding in as the other exits, both groaning wantonly, almost crippled by arousal. Mewls, sobs and groans are drawn from you, your entire body enlivened by them, your nerves alight and throbbing as their bodies slide in a sumptuous duel against yours. It’s acerbic yet not frenzied, your ecstasy mounting, the thunder rumbling as the storm gathers.
The air is thick with the energy between the three of you, both of them entering and retreating you a little more forcefully, their moans drifting through the room as you gasp and shake, sweat pouring from your skin as you’re clasped tighter between them.
You’re licked, sucked, kissed, clasped and bitten as they drive on, waiting for the heat to burn them to home, yearning building to strike point as you begin to clench around them, milking their cocks, hungry for them to tip you into utter nirvana.
Your moans, almost helpless, utterly breathless are stolen from your lips as III turns your head, his lips searing yours in a blisteringly hot kiss, II’s mouth at the column of your neck, all ravenous beyond measure as you race furiously, ascending towards the storm clouds, the heat crackling.
The lightning finally strikes as II’s body grinds against your clit, toppling you, your muscles spasming hard as your shatter for them, the swell of your release thudding through you, taking III with you and then finally after a few more furiously delivered thrusts within your spasming chasm, II too.
The aftermath slows, all three of you sunk down deep in the belly of bliss as you lie between them, your blood streaked, sweat-soaked body tired and thrumming with pleasure still as they stroke you, whispering their love.
And to think, how hard you tried to convince the people three bedroom’s over that what you had with them wasn’t all carnal sin. Truly, it isn’t, but when it is... wow.
While you lie there one hundred percent cock drunk and snoring softly, they exit to leave you to your slumber, closing the door with a soft clunk. It’s there that II cannot help but allow a moment of immaturity, aiming two aggressively waved middle fingers in the direction of the room your parents are sleeping in.
“Yeah, fucking come in here and punch me, and that’s what you get,” he chuckles darkly with a slight snarl, “us defiling the shit out of your daughter thirty feet away from you!”
III is hissing with laughter, fangs popped while gripping his sibling’s shoulder as he doubles over in quiet fits. “You’re never gonna like him, are you?”
“Nah,” II confirms with a nonchalant sniff. “I’ll make nice for wifey’s sake, but he’s earned himself a black mark against his name forever.”
III expected that, naturally. He composes himself, head cocking, his eyes softening. “You like calling her that, don’t you?”
“I’ll like it even more, when she actually is our wife by bond. And there isn’t a fucking thing he can do about that either,” he grins, pressing a hand to III’s forearm. “Shall we go and finish the Christmas blood? I feel like getting lit.”
“Might as well drink to a job well done!” III speaks, both of them laughing their way back down the stairs.
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Chapter Twenty Three