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The spandex of my workout top stretched with my body as I bent and touched my toes, and then I turned and indicated I was ready to go again.

Before I could blink, Ace was rushing at me. I dodged and went to slide, but Brendon was there. Grabbing my legs and knocking me off my feet. They had me in about seventeen seconds.

“That was impressive,” I panted.

“You need to anticipate our moves, Viv,” Brendon admonished.

We practiced again and again until I was exhausted and more than a little bit cranky. Snagging some bagged blood, we had a snack and then continued to train until my body felt like a gigantic bruise.

One day bled into two and then three and before I knew it a week had flown by. I had trained long and hard every moment. So, you can imagine my surprise when eight days into the fourteen, Ace turns up missing that morning.

We hadn’t had sex since that first night and not because I didn’t want to. My body was adjusting to its new circumstances and training schedule. To put it mildly, I had been falling into bed, completely exhausted, without being able to lift so much as a muscle.

That day in training I fought twice as hard with Brendon, angry that he wouldn’t tell me where Ace was and frustrated that neither one trusted me enough with the truth. I wasn’t a child anymore and didn’t deserve to be treated like one. Whatever they were protecting me from we could face together.

Nine days, ten, and then eleven, it happened so fast. Before I knew it we were down to three days until the battle. Everyone was on edge, and who could blame them. There was fire and tension that crackled in the air. I was getting better at guarding my thoughts against Brendon, but he was well aware of how much I missed Ace and how worried I was about everything.

Brendon pushed me harder than ever before, and it wasn’t until I bested him ten times out of ten that he finally realized there wasn’t anything left for him to teach me. Gathering me in his arms, he kissed me long and hard. I was so surprised, I almost attacked him.

But then as his mouth opened and he began to taste me, I melted into his arms.

He carried me back to his room and once inside, things started to heat up. He slammed me against the wall, and I dug my heels into his back. I didn’t care that my nails were most likely scratching him. I needed him; I needed them.

Brendon sensed my urgency because he carried me over to the bed and yanked my shorts and underwear down. His shorts were next to go, and I marveled at his size and length,

“Please.” I moaned, spreading my legs and willing him inside of me.

Brendon cursed and then stroked my pussy with the head of his cock.

I moaned at the contact; it wasn’t enough, I needed more.

Finally, Brendon slipped the head inside of me, and we both cried out. I moved my head to the side and felt his fangs against my neck.

Instead of him biting me, he shoved his bare throat against my lips, “Drink.”

I bit him, and he thrust all the way inside. It was white hot pain and intense pleasure all at the same time. The taste of his blood coating my tongue as his cock slammed inside of me with an intensity that would have killed a lesser being.

It was moments before my orgasm ripped us both apart, and then I released him, knowing that I needed to allow him to feed as well. I was getting better at knowing when to stop and how much to take. This lifestyle, it hadn’t been easy, but it was something that I had adjusted to. It was all because of my men, Brendon and Ace.

He collapsed on top of me, and I let out a small laugh.

“I didn’t mean for that to happen,” he said ruefully. “I am not sad that it did. I care about you so very much, Vivian. You are my world.”

My heart skipped a beat, and I clung to him. “And you are mine.”

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