Page 28 of Blood

“Violet...” He sounds stunned.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” I continue to caress his face with my free hand as I speak, closing my eyes yet again so a couch pops into existence behind us. I step forward at the same time Vin moves backward, until he’s landing on the couch cushion with a thump.

“I-I want to,” he whispers, his gaze flicking to Barret, who has conjured an armchair of his own. He sits in it, his eyes volleying between the two of us, as if this is the most interesting tennis match he’s ever had the pleasure of viewing. When he notes Vin’s gaze, he lowers his head.

“I can leave if you want me to.”

“No, stay.” The protest, surprisingly, doesn’t just come from me, but Vin as well. I know Vin will never be sexually attracted to Barret the way Cal is, but I also know they’ve developed a bond in the last few weeks—because of me.

Because of their love for me.

They’re all brothers in the truest sense of the word.

Barret swallows and nods once, reclining back into the seat.

Right now, this is about Vin—about healing his demons, so he’s no longer drowning in his grief.

My love for Barret only grows at the knowledge he isn’t upset or jealous. He understands why I’m showing Vin attention at the moment.

“Take your clothes off,” I instruct Vin on a breathy whisper as I tug my dress over my head, leaving my panties and bra on. Both of them are black with pink bats on them. Kind of ironic I’d wear vampire underwear, when I’m not even technically a vampire. I suppose some things will never change.

“Cheese curd,” Barret rasps from where he still sits on the armchair in the middle of the clearing. He begins to palm his huge dick through the material of his jeans. “You’re so gorgeous.”

“Keep your clothes on,” I warn him, loving the way his eyes dilate with unbridled lust. “I have plans for you.” I turn toward Vin. “And you...”

I greedily devour the perfection that is a now naked Vin Van Helsing—his chiseled stomach, toned thighs, and the hard cock already glistening with precum. I notice I’m not the only one admiring my mate. Barret also gives Vin an appreciatory once-over as he continues to rub at his cock.

Vin keeps his head down, but his dick twitches when I run my fingers over his tawny shoulders.

“Lie down on the couch,” I breathe in his ear, peppering a kiss just to the underside of it. “Put your legs over the armrest.”

“Yes, mistress.” He doesn’t even hesitate to do what I instruct. So trusting. So perfect.

So...mine.

I move to pull the strap-on over my underwear, unsurprised when it fits me like a glove. This is a dreamworld, after all. We don’t have to worry about condoms or straps or...

Lube.

I smile as Vin releases a sharp intake of breath as his asshole becomes lubed up all on its own.

Thank fuck for dreamworlds.

“Let me know if you need me to stop or slow down, okay?” I lean forward to scratch my fingernails over his nipples, down his toned stomach, and then across his inner thighs. The strap-on between my legs remains mere inches from his tight hole.

“Fuck me, Violet Dracula,” Vin growls fiercely. “Remind the world that I’m yours.”

Lust heats low in my belly at his words. It flows through my veins like molten lava until I feel as if I’m seconds from falling to ruins for this man. My mate.

Placing one hand around his thigh to hold it up, I use my other to line up my cock with his tight asshole. I wish I could feel him pulsating around me, but this isn’t about me. It’s about him.

Maybe, in the future, I could conjure up a real penis...

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” He begins to moan even louder as I breach his tight ring of muscles.

I don’t immediately move as I wait for him to get used to the sensation of the fake cock inside of him.

“Does that feel good?” I ask, rocking my hips once.

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