Dark Love

Part 28

"What have you done?" Svennett whispered hoarsely swiftly gathering up their wife into his arms.

Darr watched on with ragged breathing, his eyes following the movement unwaveringly. He licked at the blood smeared about his lips and knew he needed to be let at her, if only to seal up the wounds still bleeding out enticingly.

"Give her to me," Darr demanded, his voice hoarse went beyond the need for mere blood. Saera, his wife, was just that delectable. Who knew he had a thing for mousey brown hair and amber rimmed green eyes.

"I think you've done enough," protested Svennett, his grip tightening on her slight frame.

"She's... bleeding. I need to stop it."

"But can you stop your self?"

Darr growled not appreciating the weak vampire Svennett was making him out to be. "She is mine as much as she is yours," he insisted. "I will not harm her."

"She will remain in my arms. You can take care of it from here." Svennett held firm.

Darr bared his gritted teeth with a hiss but obligingly, leaned over the woman in Svennett's arms and brush his lips caressingly down her cheek till they rested on the scarlet dripping down her side.  His tongue swept over her trailing down after the path of the blood till her skin gleamed flawless beneath the saliva he coated over her. He grunted in approval, flashing a grin of satisfaction up at the brooding Svennett. "She's riding the feeding high I gave her." His  brightened eyes dropped down to take in Saera, still a little dazzled from the blood loss and her encounter with a vampire. "She already knows. There's nothing stopping us now, brother. We can take her anyway we want."

Svennett shook his head at his friend. Amazed that he could be this dim. But his own gaze dropped to stare down at his wife. She was everything he could have ever hoped for. It had been a welcome surprise, that day, when he found her splattered in mud and on her knees before him. He found he liked her in that position especially. But he more than liked her straddling his lap a short while later.

Saera Shore, with her mudcaked hair and that horrible excuse of a bridal gown had entranced him in a way he'd never expected. The sight of her had only gotten him eager to make her his own. It had been all he could have done not to simply haul her up into his arms as he led her to that church. As it was, he'd had to strain against himself to gather up his tattered control before he could take her without reducing to the savagery of a beast.

Darr had had no such qualms. He joined them without preamble sinking himself in so deep, Svennett had felt every his stroke into her as he did his own. The fucking had been surreal. He'd never experienced anything like it. He doubted he could again, not with a partner who was not his wife. Not with a partner who wasn't Saera Shore.

"We could fuck her. You and I," Darr was saying earnestly. "Have our fill of her. I could wipe the memory right out and she would never know it happened at all," he said, almost desperately.

Svennett could see he was grasping at straws and seeing his friend that desperate made him lose all reason too. "You're sure you can do it?"

But Darr was already shrugging off the shirt he never buttoned back up. Svennett lifted Saera and laid her on his bed. He straightened up to draw his shirt over his head and flung it off to the side, unwilling to waste time with useless buttons. He sank down on to one knee pressing into the mattress before leaning over Saera. A whoosh of air by his ears was the only indication he had that Darr, naked, had joined them on the bed.

The bed stretched and expanded accommodating the increased number of people laying across it. Saera was pulled away from him, just as Svennett closed the distance pressing his lips against hers urgently.

"Uh no." Darr flashed him a taunting smirk. "My turn to go first I think. She is riding off the high from my bite afterall."

Svennett watched his friend gather their wife close, before pressing his lips to hers. He watched the first kiss, a sensuous brush of lips that sent a shudder down his spine. Then watched the second kiss that parted her lips for a drink then a sip. Watching each kiss Darr bestowed on her, sent his own heartrate spiking till he was almost hyperventilating in his excitement to have her. His hands shook when he reached out for her. Helping Darr to ease her limbs out of the clothes that hid her from them.

"Together," he breathed out hoarsely. The site of her bared skin robbing him of all but the urgency to bury himself deep within her anyway he could. "We have her together."