Paranormal Romance: Chosen By Two Vampires (New Adult Threesome Vampire Romance Short Stories MFM Menage MMF Alpha)

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Author: A.J. Lewis
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course,” he replied, looking a little disgruntled she had had to ask.
    “But you look the same as normal,” Jenny said.
    “Indeed,” said Razvan, taking her arm and escorting her to the door.
    Well, this was not how she had expected her holiday to go, Jenny reflected as she walked down the street.  She had expected her first night to be spent in bed with a book, not going to a party, dressed as a nun and escorted by a man who claimed to be a vampire.
    She needed a drink, she decided, and when she got to the party she helped herself to a large one and from then on surprised herself by having a great deal of fun. 
    Razvan seemed to disappear and then mysteriously pop up again through the night, while she drank, chatted and even danced a little with people she did not know.  In the back of her mind she knew that this was all the pent up frustrations of the previous months all coming out in one night's drinking.  But there it was, she thought, she was on holiday.
    Towards the end of the night the party spilled out onto the street and noisily made its way around the town towards the Abbey.  Just as the full moon was rising above the hillside, she felt Razvan take her hand.
    “Time for home,” he told her in his strange accent.
    They seemed to glide through the city streets together and when they reached the guest house the front door appeared to open before them.
    “How you do that?” she asked drunkenly.
    “Special talent,” he whispered.
    “Do you have many special talents?” she asked.
    “We shall see,” he said and they rose up the flights of steps and she knew that she was well and truly under his spell and he could have her now and there was no reason on God's earth why she shouldn't let him.  And she was saying this, she told him, as a committed nun. 
     

Chapter Seven
     
    Razvan very slowly and gently, undressed her.  The moonlight played on her white skin painting it white and covered it with kisses.  All the while he fingers caressed her back. To her complete amazement, Jenny felt herself slowly becoming more and more aroused.
    “Shhh, shhh …,” Razvan whispered, caressing her breasts with his fingertips.   All along he spoke to her in his strange and deep, Eastern accent.  He whispered and stroked her as if she were a nervous colt and that needed to be reassured before being broke in and ridden.
    Jenny could feel the cloth of her habit catching against the lush velvet of his long overcoat.  Jenny let her head fall back so her white neck curved like a swan's and was exposed to him.
    She felt a swelling of emotion inside her that escaped in a long a sigh.  The emotions produced hot prickles of tears that welled in her eyes.  She turned her face away from him as if ashamed and with a long shudder she submitted and gave herself up to him.
    He laid her down on the bed and bent over her and gloated.  He knew she was his, she was under his command and there was nothing she could do now to resist.  He savored her deliberate voluptuousness like a man before his favorite feast.  Jenny felt herself placed on the platter, which was at once thrilling and downright repulsive.  Involuntarily, she arched her back, supine before him and she saw him lick his lips like a carnivore.  In the cruel, cold moonlight Jenny could make out the moisture glistening on his brow and above his thin lips.  His vermillion tongue appeared like snake-like and flickered like a flame upon his sharp, white teeth.
    He laid a strong workman's hand on her shoulder, and with surprising delicacy, the fingers worked her flesh.  The hand traveled down the arch of her spine.  The other hand lifted her off the bed towards him, while the first continued its inevitable voyage, tenderly tracing her curves, back, down, and around to the eventual roundness of her buttocks.
    He raised his hand so that it touched her neck and the soft caresses of his fingertips on her throat raised the hairs all over her body.  An electric charge

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