Loving a Vampire(16)

“You wouldn’t hurt me,” Marianna said.

Augustus smiled. “You do me an honour, Marianna. I’m not as strong-willed as you think I am. I don’t know how much control I’d have.”





Chapter Six



Gregory watched the battle going on inside Marianna’s head. If she refused them both then he was going straight to have a cold shower. Didn’t she know how fucking hot she looked with her legs splayed open and her pussy on display? Cream covered her whole slit. She was turned on, and the scent of her arousal was making it hard for him to concentrate.

He wanted to lick her and bring her to orgasm multiple times. She deserved to be cherished, and he was more than willingly to cherish her.

Augustus was his best friend, and sharing Marianna with him didn’t make him jealous. The thought of sharing her alone turned him on. His friend wouldn’t hurt the woman on the sofa. Regardless of what Augustus thought, he cared about her.

For the past few months Augustus spent every moment he could finding out information on her. Someone who obsessed that much about her safety wouldn’t hurt her. Augustus hadn’t been stalking her with the intention of causing her pain. His friend had been stalking her in order to keep her safe.

Gregory understood his friend’s feelings. Marianna inspired the same kind of feelings inside himself. The need to protect her was there along with the need to make her happy. If she wanted to walk away then he’d let her. Anything she wanted she could have. He’d make sure of it.

“Do you both really want me?” she asked. The disbelief in her voice cut him to the core.

“Yes.” Gregory answered before Augustus got the chance to.

Augustus caressed her face. “Whatever you want it’s yours.”

She stared between the two for several more minutes. “Then I’d like to be with both of you.” Marianna raised her hand. “But I want you to go slow. I’ve never been with a man. Before you, Augustus, I’ve never even kissed a man.”

His friend turned back to him. Gregory nodded.

“Neither of us see a problem with taking things slowly. First, I don’t think this moment is designed to take place in the, what do you call it, Gregory, the entertainment room?” Augustus asked.

“It’s a games room.”

He watched as Augustus picked her up in his arms. Gregory followed him out the door. He knew Augustus was struggling to go slow. His friend was doing everything he could to keep her safe.

They made their way up to the bedroom. Gregory noticed it was Augustus’s bedroom they went to. His friend liked to lavish himself in the finest quality of everything. The walls were covered in paintings many hundreds of years old, original paintings Augustus had been collecting over the years. He’d told Gregory many times the tales of his time with artists.

The bed was large, custom made, Gregory knew because he’d been the one to order the design and be there when it was delivered. Curtains surrounded the bed offering privacy. Thick curtains covered the windows. When Augustus didn’t want to go to the basement he spent the mornings locked in his room.

“Your room is beautiful,” Marianna said.

“How do you know this is my room?” Augustus asked.

“Gregory doesn’t seem like the sort to have a room like this. I imagine his is rather spacious with a lot of light. Also, he’s smirking behind your back.”

Augustus placed her on her feet. “You’re right, Marianna. This is my room, and I, for one, love it.”

He watched as Augustus stroked her face. Marianna looked nervous. The fear was present behind her eyes, but he put that down to her virgin state.

“I think Gregory should be the one to disrobe you. I want to see your beautiful breasts, and I’ve already had the pleasure of seeing your pussy.”

Augustus moved out of the way leaving Gregory to finish off.

Marianna stared at him, the lust in her eyes plain to see. She smiled at him, and everything felt complete for Gregory. He moved swiftly, standing in front of her.

“You move fast.”

“It’s the result of the blood. It makes me strong and fast but only for a little while.”

“You’re perfect, and don’t let anyone else tell you differently.”

He smiled. No one, not even Augustus, had ever told him he was perfect before.

Stroking the round flesh of her stomach, Gregory teased the tails of her shirt. “I’m going to remove your shirt,” he said.

She lifted her arms over her head. In one smooth action, Gregory dispensed with the shirt she was wearing, which left only her bra.

The bra was an ugly thing. It was cheap and black and didn’t show any hint of the breasts it covered. Gregory despised it immediately.