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He smiled slowly, then wrapped a hand around his own cock and started to slowly slide it up and down.

“Yes,” I said, staring greedily. My fingers were thrumming my clit, trying to find the rhythm I needed. I suddenly wished they were Kage’s fingers, or his mouth. I imagined Lysander’s mouth on my breasts while Kage’s tongue lapped at my clit, and I moaned.

“You’re close,” Kage encouraged. “Come on, sweetheart.”

I made a sound of pent-up frustration, watching him as he stroked himself with precision. “I can’t.” I eyed him. “Please, maybe if you … ?” Dammit, was I actually going to beg?

Lysander watched me with interest. “Quite the predicament you’ve gotten yourself into, sweetheart.”

“Oh, so you’re both going to call me that?” I snapped. “This isn’t fair. It’s two against one.”

Lysander smirked. “You’ll be glad of that one day,” he teased.

I groaned. “Please. If you just …”

“Shit. I’m close,” Kage said. His eyes were wide and, I realized, roaming my body hungrily, moving from my pussy then back to my breasts. “Can I?” He looked at Lysander.

The Orphos man sighed. “I suppose it wouldn’t be touching exactly.”

“No, it wouldn’t be,” I said quickly. I slid up the couch just a little and unfastened more buttons until the dress gaped open, exposing all of my body.

“Oh, fuck,” Lysander murmured. He licked his lips as he stroked himself. “You picked quite the girl, Tanaka.”

“I told you she was ours.” Kage sounded proud. “And her blood. Can you imagine what she’ll taste like?”

I suddenly imagined both men’s lips wrapped at my neck and felt dizzy. I moaned. I was so close.

Kage stepped closer, his hand stroking the head of his cock. And then my body took over. I came in gasping waves just as he did. His seed sprayed over my chest, hot and wet, running in slick rivulets down my breasts and over my nipples just as my climax hit me and crested. I cried out, body shuddering and arching, drops of Kage running hot down my body.

“Holy Bloodmaiden,” Lysander breathed. I glanced over and saw his face flushed, his hand still wrapped around his cock.

Before they could stop me, I’d slid off the couch. I crawled over on my hands and knees. What was I doing? I didn’t know. Or I did. I knew I wanted some part of them inside me.

Before Lysander could say no, I pushed his hand away and wrapped my lips around his cock, and he came, his cock pulsing inside my mouth and filling my throat. I swallowed, tasting him. I’d never liked doing this before; it had always felt like a chore, something I’d made myself do. Even worse, something I’d been forced to do. But now, like this with Lysander, it was just … different. I was in control. I felt safe. He tasted good. He tasted right.

He wasn’t touching me. He wasn’t forcing my head down or grabbing my hair or squeezing my breasts. I’d gifted this to him—my mouth, his climax. I pulled back, suddenly self-aware. Both men were silent for a moment, both looking at me.

Then Lysander stood up. “That was …” He shook his head. Then he offered me his hand. I took it, and he gently raised me to my feet, like I was a princess stepping up to a throne. His eyes moved over my body briefly, taking in the dress parted down the middle, my breasts, Kage’s seed slick on my skin. “You’re truly the girl of our dreams,” he said softly. “Let’s get you cleaned up and ready for bed.”

He led me to the bath, ran the tub full of hot water, then gestured for me to get in. I slid the dress from my shoulders, suddenly no longer self-conscious. I knew Kage was standing behind me in the doorframe. I knew he had a great view of my ass. I looked briefly at him over my shoulder. The lust written on his face made me tremble with need again. I quickly lowered myself into the bath.

“We’ll go clean off and get changed,” Lysander said softly. “You just relax.”

“Wait,” I said, turning to look at them, one hand wrapped around the edge of the tub. “First I want to see you feed.”

They looked at one another. “I am a little peckish,” Kage admitted, grinning.

I sucked in a breath as they moved against one another, fitting together perfectly, arms wrapping around each other as their heads turned to the side. I watched Kage clamp down, his fangs fitting into the side of Lysander’s neck as Lysander tilted his own head to do the same. The sounds they made while they fed sent my toes curling. I was starving, I realized. Starving for blood. How would theirs taste? Lysander would be sweet but salty. Kage’s would have a special tang to it, like the winter wild.

It was a new, erotic experience, observing these two men with their fangs sunk deep in one another’s flesh. I slid my hand between my legs as I watched them feed, stroking myself. Finally, they pulled apart, blood rimming both their lips. They kissed, and the blood mingled. I sank back in the bath, closing my eyes.

An hour must have passed. And I’d thought of nothing terrible. Nothing from my past. Only about them. I wanted to stay like this forever, with only thoughts of my triad. I wanted to tell them I was ready to have them touch me. To use my body. To take me however they wanted. To show me all the pleasures they could give me. Ready for us to be a real triad.

But when I opened my eyes … they were gone.

I took a long bath, then dried myself off, and padded into the bedroom. Both of them were already there, lying under the covers. I quickly dropped my towel, letting them see … everything. Then I touched my hand to the lamp, turned off the light, and slid into the bed.

“Good night, Regan,” Lysander whispered from beside me.