Page 3 of Fratelli: Eternal Bloodlines

“Yes,” she demanded, her voice steely despite the quiver in it. “Do you want her?”

“Ineedyou both,” Lucio admitted, his tone steady. “If that makes you angry, I’m sorry. But it’s the truth. I love you both, and I always will. Because if I don’t, if I can’t, I’ll never be worthy of you. That’s what your light is teaching me—what you’re healing in me.”

Dolly groaned in frustration. She turned away from him.

Lucio sat up, his lips brushed her shoulder. “I’m strong enough to love you, and only you. But I can also love the other part of you—the part that’s her. I will never leave you alone to bear that burden. I’ll help you carry it, fight it, face it. But what you must know, Dolly, is that you’re strong enough too.”

She turned back to him, her tears finally breaking free, and threw her arms around his neck. Lucio pulled her down with him. He whispered softly in her ear, his voice laced with a power she could feel but not name, coaxed her into a calm, peaceful sleep. His touch and presence wrapped around her like a protective shield, and for the first time in what felt like hours, she surrendered to the quiet.

Lucio stayed awake, his hand stroking her hair, his eyes fixed on the horizon. He waited for the sun, his resolve unshaken. Whatever was coming, he would face it—and he would protect her, no matter the cost.

Dolly woke again.This time she smiled out of the blissful sleep. Lucio kissed her and with a soft moan, she rolled him to his back, and he went willingly. She straddled his waist. The tent felt much warmer now. It was clear the early morning had arrived.

“Sleep well?” Lucio asked and put his hands behind his head. Dolly stared down at the handsome hard edges of his face and the magical gleam in his eyes. He was beautiful beyond comprehension. And his body seemed tailor-made for her.

“Sleep well?” Lucio asked again, this time with a hint of concern.

“Mmhmm,” she murmured. She put her hands flat on his chest and scooted down so that her sex was seated on his erection. That was another thing about her vampire lover. He was always hard and ready to go.

“Do vampires sleep?” Dolly asked as she stroked her hands up and over his chest to his shoulders.

“Yes, we sleep. You’ve seen me sleep. Not in the way you do. When we close our eyes, it’s more like a hibernation.”

“Do you sleep in coffins?” Dolly asked.

“No,” Lucio chuckled.“Well, some of us do, I think Sebastiano does, and father.”

“Where did that come from? Dracula, coffins?” Dolly asked.

“Well, Dracula is another name for the Draca.”

“Oooooh? Yeah, that makes sense.” Her eyes stretched.

“The rest came before… it’s a long story,” he yawned.

“Tell me! I want to know! This is so interesting. Like a scary story out in the woods, except we’re on a cliff all alone.” She kissed his chest.

Lucio chuckled.

“Before we vampires came out of the closet with the rest of the supernaturals and took our place at the top of the throne, we had to seek shelter and remain a secret. Walk amongst mortals and immortals unseen. In ancient times, graveyards wereconvenient hiding places. At one time, that’s where we hid,” said Lucio. “My father still practices some of the old traditions. He has never had any desire to see or be in the sun.”

“What does blood taste like?” she asked as she moved her hips to rub her pussy lips back and forth. The slow grind stirred more sexual heat than the fire of the beast within him. Lucio looked down at the lips of her sex and observed with keen interest. One of his diamond tip fangs biting down on the side of his lip.

“What does it taste like?” Dolly asked and rolled her neck in pleasure. The friction stimulated her clitoris nicely. Shockwaves of orgasmic spikes tingled and titillated her all at once. With her eyes closed she moved faster.

“Don’t ask me that, it’s not. It’s not something you want to know,” said Lucio.

“I want to know everything about you, Lucio. Everything that Darlene knows,” she moaned.He touched her hips and helped her rise several inches so his cock could reach her cunt. And slowly she went down on him.

“What does my pussy feel like? You're a vampire. It must feel different. Describe it to me, please,” Dolly said with a sexual groan raked over him as she moved up and down his cock, with her hands flat to his chest. Her ass bobbed with an increased throttle that pushed their sex harder and faster than he may have expected.

“The pleasure,” he groaned.

“What about it,” she asked.

“It’s so extreme it’s almost painful to resist. Like pouring a jar of salt over your favorite ice cream then letting temptation and greed force you to eat. To break through the bitterness to the sweetness,” Lucio wheezed.

“That’s weird,” Dolly panted.

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