Dracula Unleashed by Linda Mercury Page B

flaring rim back and forth over the sensitive bundle of nerves. His angel aura, mixed gold and platinum light, penetrated her the same time as his dick.
    â€œFaster.” Valerie leaned back on her hands, presenting her body to both the camera and Lance’s eyes. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
    Hard and fast meant she was in control.
    John laughed, his dark side emerging in response to her demands.
    Lance grasped her hips tight. “Just like our first kiss, darling,” he reminded her. “Play with me.”
    Her throat constricted. She couldn’t lose this contest of wills.
    â€œNon,” John panted. Precome dripped down his cock and had coated his balls. Valerie knew how that slippery fluid tasted, how it felt inside of her, how it coated her fingers when she breached Lance. She breathed through her fangs, cooling them so she could burn faster.
    â€œNone of us will come until we are together,” John said.
    Lance’s cock stiffened further. Valerie’s body relaxed, engulfing more deeply and more comfortably.
    No orgasm, no flashback.
    â€œDamn, yes,” Lance punctuated his approval with a hard thrust. “You’re a genius.”
    â€œI do my humble best,” John smirked. With both hands, he wiped the sweat from his chest. “I want us to be primed for anything.” Their lover teased his brown nipples. “Until you beg for a simple touch.”
    Lance cupped his balls and tugged. “Hell,” he blasphemed. “Don’t say things like that.”
    Valerie contracted her vaginal muscles, milking him from root to tip.
    His hand came down, slapped her inner thigh. Valerie’s blood ran hot enough for her to pink up like a human.
    â€œStop now.” Lance’s tone was crisp and blunt. “Both of you.”
    The phone’s screen was small, but Valerie could see John reluctantly place his hands palm down on the duvet. He fisted the fabric as he resisted the urge to take his engorged cock back in hand.
    The speaker carried his panting to his lovers’ ears. The two men grunted in unison as Lance withdrew from Valerie’s pussy. He laid his cock above her cleft. It throbbed like a white-hot poker on her skin; a heat that healed rather than burned.
    Lance’s pulse returned to normal. John’s penis softened and lost its harsh purple cast. The angel and the vampire touched foreheads.
    â€œI wish I were there,” John whispered. He was their Guide, the star that always led them to truth. “I would kiss you both as we looked over that lovely city.”
    The small gestures, the gentle words, transformed her cold anxiety into tender warmth. She swam in the love of her family. If they trusted in each other, nothing would stop them.

CHAPTER 12
    Radu was glad he didn’t need to breathe. Death had its own smell, one he found comforting, but tonight, the nasty blade of methamphetamines sliced through it, fouling the air.
    The stone walls of the old pump house would have been comforting and cozy for the giant horned vipers, probably reminding them of an earthen den. Long, colorful cushions and radiators, warm necessities of life, once lined the floor but now were shredded and punctured by the mated pair’s anger at the attack on their clutch.
    The nursery, a round pit in the floor of the hut, would normally have been tucked with electric blankets to keep the eggs warm while they incubated. Colorful ceramic bowls of water and minced meat, once neatly arranged on the lip of the pit to welcome the babies when they hatched, lay crushed and leaking over the entire floor.
    Radu squatted, balancing on his toes away from the muck spilling from the eggs.
    For a moment, a whiff of sandalwood incense overcame the stench of death and suffering. The draped altar hanging from the wall told him these snakes had been devout Hindus.
    The humans had even desecrated the altar. The little statues of Ganesha, Vishnu, and Shesha, the king of the