Page 107 of Daring Her Vampires
“I think we should test her,” he answers and stands. I stare as he begins to remove his clothes.
“We should set some rules,” I mention but get distracted when Atlas unbuttons his shirt. I bite my lip as he jerks his shirt from his pants.
“Little Bunny, rules?” Atlas laughs, and I shake my head.
“Right.” I unfold, standing on the bed. I rock back and forth on my toes, tapping my finger to my lip. “It’s silly to keep the begging game up.”
“Why? Are you afraid?” Luca asks.
“No.” I narrow my eyes. “I still think it will be one of you who begs.” I barely resist sticking out my tongue. “Since I have superpowers now, as I’m the only rabbit-vampire hybrid, it’s only fair that I take it easy on you,” I taunt.
“Easy on us?” Atlas asks, straightening, putting his hands on his hips.
“Yeah,” I say.
“I think we need to take it easy on you,” Luca says, pulling off his pants. “Since you can’t control your powers yet.” I want to jump on him and hit him at the same time. I know what he’s doing since I’m doing the same thing.
“Perhaps, I need to rephrase.” I pull off my shirt, my hair increasing in volume as it clears my head. They stare at my chest, and I know I’m the distraction now. “How about anything goes?”
“Excuse me?” Atlas asks dangerously.
“Let’s test my power and stronger body.” I shimmy out of my jeans and try not to smile as they zero in on the bare skin. “I’m saying, turning into a vampire was the most painful thing I have ever experienced, so I’m not afraid of a little pain.” I smirk as they tense. “I’m still not calling you anything but your names or boyfriend, but you can try to make me submit.” Atlas is shirtless, and Luca is deliciously naked. I didn’t know vampires could be so still.
“What is your word?” Atlas demands.
“Rabbit's foot.”
“No matter what, you say it if you are uncomfortable,” Luca says.
“I will. What are yours?” I ask, lifting a brow.
“Nightmares.”
“Black.”
“Can we feed?” I ask, my fangs throbbing.
“Yes. You never have to ask,” Atlas says, and I lick my lips. “Nowhere in the apartment is off limits.” I nod and wait. They stare at me, and the tension rises. I try to build up the wall in my head as I plan my attack. It’s two against one, but I’m scrappy. So, along with my new gifts, I think I have a shot.
I picture the kitchen and lift my foot. As I blur out of the bedroom, I am lifted in the air and find myself naked, bent over the table. I gasp as I turn my head and see Atlas removed his clothes as we traveled. Luca stands beside us, grinning. Atlas curves over me and slides his hands over mine that are flat on the wood.
“That was easy, Little Bunny,” he rasps in my ear.
“Damn, I thought I had you,” I pout. He bites my ear and presses his cock against my ass.
“We both get what we want,” he says, squeezing my hands. I relax my body, knowing he’s right, yet my sense of adventure and stubbornness won’t let it go. I want them to think they won, wiggling, falling into his touch. He drags his mouth over my shoulder, and I almost forget the plan. It would be easy to allow them to fuck me and think about the loss later.
I’m not a woman who gives up.
The key is that they are just as turned on by me as I am by them. When his hands loosen as he moves down my back, I make my move. I blur away, and his hands hit the table. I don’t waste time relishing my victory, and speed to the far side of theisland. Luca laughs at his brother, and Atlas glares at him. I giggle at his look of annoyance and continue to laugh while we blur through the house. They catch me every time, yet I slide away, using my small stature to evade being captured for long. The pleasure I feel is not sexual. I feel free. A lamp is knocked over. The television almost hit the floor as I faked a right turn but dodged left. Luckily, Luca saves it before continuing the chase. I am well aware that they could catch me and keep me. They are doing this for me, but I feel their joy in the bond. Taking turns, they chase me, and my heat is rising rapidly, ready for the game to end. I prolong it, knowing that when they catch me, it will end quickly. I screech as a muscular arm wraps around my stomach, and I’m lifted in the air. Atlas. My back is pressed to his heaving chest, not out of exhaustion, but adrenaline.
“Are you ready to submit?” he growls.
“Nope,” I pant and become a noodle. I lift my arms in the air and drop my body. My boyfriends are strong, so the only reason I got away with it was surprise. I sprint back to the table and keep it between me and them.
“Our mate is crafty,” Luca hums, walking forward slowly.
“She is,” Atlas agrees, keeping pace with his brother. I narrow my eyes. They're herding me, and I brace my feet wide.
