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followed by a wet mouth enveloping her taut nipple. A hand cupped her other breast and his fingers tweaked and pulled while his lips stroked her other nipple. She inhaled at the unmistakable sharp tips of fangs rasping a line of succulent pain along her tender flesh.
    To her disappointment he didn’t pierce her breast. Didn’t feed from her. Yet for some insane reason she wanted this stranger to feed from her.
    He sucked her nipple, lashed it with his wet tongue. The sweet pressure of his mouth forced a strangled sob from her lips. Upon hearing her cry, the male between her thighs intensified his lapping. The arousal he created, addicting, the bold licks and sucks on her clit had her shaking and moaning.
    Vampires! She hadn’t keened like this in a century. These two vamps were perfect! The bordella had done well in picking them for her fantasy.
    “Mmm, perfect pussy, bellissima . Sweet ice-wine and pussy delicacy, no?” Paul sighed between her quivering thighs. She heard him take a few gulps of wine then she groaned as his cool tongue stroked her clit once again.
    Wicked pleasure swelled through her and a surge of carnal sensations whipped her into a frenzy, making her lose control. She sensed she would lose her mind if they didn’t take her soon.
    “Inside me,” she gasped. “Inside me!”
    “Not yet, cara . Not yet,” John whispered as he let go of her nipple.
    Frustration ensnared her. Oh sweet vampire! Why not?
    She was enjoying them so much. Too much! She shouldn’t love what they were doing to her this much. Shouldn’t need them like this.
    No!
    But the instant their mouths melted over her pussy and left nipple, all her frustrations and denials disintegrated and she wanted them inside her again. Bad.
    “Oh sweet vampire!” she cried out as Paul ran his tongue along her slit in the firmest pressure yet. He parted her labia and lapped at her wetness, before returning to stroke her engorged clit with more teasing licks, encouraging her to cream some more. When he thrust his tongue into her vagina, she gasped and clenched around the intrusion, tried to close her legs around his head, but the restraints prevented her from doing so. Instead, she jerked her hips, pushing her pussy into his face, making him groan.
    At the primal sound of his voice, unnamed emotions and carnal sensations immersed her. They bubbled through her like a spring, an endless well of pleasure. Their combined sexy smells jarred her senses. She became aware of every suck and pull on her nipples, every lap on her pussy, every sensation snapping through her.
    When the vamp seducing her breasts drew away, she fought the restraints to bring him back. He merely chuckled.
    Why was she feeling so good with these two strangers? Why, after so many decades, was she breaking down so easily when she’d been so strong in resisting any type of physical relationship with anyone?
    Until recently, she’d managed to live with the loneliness she’d created by adhering to the no-sex rule she’d created for Vampira. And here in this bordella, where she thought she would be in charge of herself, have power over how much she reacted to them, all of her self-control was crumbling beneath the wonderful assault of sensations. Collapsing under two complete strangers. Something wasn’t right. But what?
    Sweet vampires! They were drugging her with desire. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t understand this sudden overwhelming need for these two to fuck her. To mate with her. Claim her as their own.
    “Perhaps more beverages would be in order for myself, since my brother is still drinking from your pussy and leaving nothing for me.” John chuckled after letting go of her nipple.
    His brother ?
    The one between her thighs chuckled against her pussy. She gasped as he followed the laugh by thrusting a couple of fingers into her wet vagina.
    The world rocked. Ecstasy exploded, twisting her. She jerked wildly as the orgasm shook her. Gasped as another round of cool