Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 85552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
I struggled to breath and edged away from Xander, but he would not let me go.
“Phinova was the most beautiful woman we’d ever seen.” Ian continued, but now his voice came out hoarse and edged with need as he ogled the tops of my breasts. “Both my brother and I were only princes at the time. We were allowed to show her around the city that whole month. None of us vampires knew what a blood mage was back then, so I believe the chief assumed she was safe as long as her watchers trailed us. Unfortunately for the chief, it took barely a week for me to fall for her. Nai followed soon after.”
I trembled against Xander’s caressing and touching. “I-I can’t picture. . .the Quiet King in love. . .”
“Nai was a different vampire back then. He could talk, see, and hear. Believe it or not, he also loved to sing and dance.” Ian paused and turned his attention back to my dress just as Xander’s finger entered me under the material.
Oh Ambi. It feels so good.
Those soft pads skated along my wet walls. Blood rushed to my clitoris. It plumped under Xander’s circling thumb.
Goddess. I can barely pay attention to Ian.
I bit my lip and stifled a moan. It lodged in my throat, begging me to release it. I became so wet, both Ian and Xander’s nostrils flared as they groaned in unison.
“Let him feed, little queen,” Ian whispered. “If you’re worried about me looking, don’t be. You see, I’m used to sharing and watching.”
“I won’t be sharing her with you.” Xander’s thumb strummed my aching bud as though he were playing a guitar.
“Blasted!” I shrieked with pleasure and shoved him away. “Enough. I-I can’t concentrate. Stop for a little bit.”
“I’m hungry now.” Xander groaned.
I hit Xander’s chest and climbed away from those magical fingers. “Not now. I can’t even concentrate.”
Xander snarled but remained where he was and licked his fingers again. “Hurry with your story, Ian.”
Finally, I could catch my breath. Still, my blood warmed and pulsed as if yearning to be given to Xander. “Y-yes. Hurry, Ian.”
“Such a feisty one, little queen.” Ian grinned. “Nai and I are twins. We spent every moment together, protected each other, and shared everything, from toys to valuable treasures, property to food. So, when we both confessed to each other that we were both in love with Phinova, there was no argument or battle, no rage or sadness. We simply decided that we would share her too.”
I reached under my dress and slid my torn panties down my legs, trying my best to not show my thighs or provoke Xander anymore. “And what did she think of this?”
“Phinova didn’t have much of a choice. We were spoiled princes. No one told us no, not even our father the King. We worked together and wooed her.” Ian grinned. “We lavished her with gifts and attention. We took her anywhere she wanted, sneaking her away from her watchers to go dancing at forbidden places. And when the time came, together we guided her into a candlelit room full of soft silks and flowers. We fed Phinova her favorite fruits covered in chocolate. We serenaded her with songs and draped the space in our mists. And we made love to her when she whispered in that delicate voice, ‘Please.’”
For the first time in the wagon this evening, Xander shifted his attention to Ian. “Both of you fed on her at the same time?”
Ian nodded. “Every night after that it was Nai, Phinova, and me. We journeyed around Capitol City as one unit. It was almost unheard of to see us separated. And any moment that we could, we drank from and filled her at the same time. She loved us both, as we both loved her.”
I widened my eyes. “How did you do all of this with her tribe’s watchers not knowing?”
“Phinova was a mage at heart. She knew many spells and enchantments. There was great power in her blood. Most of the time she hypnotized her watchers for a few hours, keeping them in a weird haze as we snuck off. We knew that our father and hers would never allow our union.”
I swallowed. “So. . .what did you three do?”
“So. . .consumed by our love and the blood magic. We came up with a plan.”
I quirked my brows. “What plan?”
“When it was time for Phinova’s tribe to leave, she created a complex potion that we poured into a stew that our families feasted on for a farewell celebration. The tribe left without her, thinking it was the best option for everyone. Soon after, my father became sick and died.”
Xander raised his eyebrows. “Due to the spell?”
Ian sighed and looked away. “That isn’t important to you.”
Xander sneered. “Why don’t you let us decide that.”