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system like wildfire.
    “Yes, I am wearing it,” came her hoarse reply.
    Both of them groaned inwardly. Their cocks throbbed so intensely, John sensed his brother was suppressing moans of agony just as he did.
    Hot vampire! She could still be as receptive to sex in reality as in their fantasy world.
    “And the last time you were double-penetrated?” Paul continued, much to John’s annoyance.
    Keep up with this line of questioning and I am going to lose it! he snapped as he forced his fingers to knead along her spine toward her lower back. His cock seemed to feel ten times its normal size and he could smell his arousal zip through the air. He could smell his brother too. Primal, raw vampire lust. Perfect aphrodisiac for a female.
    Thankfully the flower scent emanating from the fireplace would throw her off their scents for now. But he still recognized hers. Sweet, dark and mysterious, her smell lashed his senses like a stormy wind whipping against the clusters of grapes in their orchard. His cock hardened with every scent wave that drifted from her. His balls swelled and pulled up tight.
    And fuck! His brother certainly seemed to be having a hard time of it too. Especially at her answer of having the plug buried inside her, for he was squirming uneasily in the semidarkness.
    “Not for decades,” came her strangled reply.
    So, she would be exceptionally tight back here, even with the help of a butt plug. Extremely tight.
    While he worked on a knotted muscle in her lower back, Paul moved toward the oil warmer. Grabbing the oil, he poured the liquid into his palms and threw John a lusty expression.
    She hasn’t been with any other vamp. Nor human. Not since us. I’m unable to pick up any other scent than hers and ours.
    John chuckled. Paul had always possessed a bloodhound nose. If he sensed she hadn’t been with anyone, then it would be true.
    Whether she can admit it to herself or not, she has been waiting for us to find her . Paul echoed his thoughts.
    Despite the mind sex they experienced off and on over the decades, she would be a firecracker when she orgasmed.
    And he would enjoy setting fire to her wick.
    Ma bella. Exquisita creatura , Paul mused silently as he settled his oiled palms over each of Mati’s sensually shaped calves. Her flesh was soft and ripe for a male’s touch and he heard her sharp inhalation at the impact of their flesh meeting once again.
    Yes, despite her tenseness, he sensed she was in a most receptive mood to having male hands upon her body again.
    “You enjoy our touches, no?” He groaned. That damn mechanical device concealing their voices prevented her from hearing the raw sensuality in his voice. Yes, they could have used mind control, mesmerized her, willed her to not recognize them, but it would have been too invasive.
    Alas, she would feel more betrayed with them this way. But it would be best. This way she would remember everything.
    For much too long he had waited to touch her again. To feel her soft feminine curves beneath his hands. To sink his engorged cock into her wet heat. The nights the three of them had spent upon the grounds of the grape orchard wrapped in leaves and each other’s arms and then in the villa, together tangled beneath silky black sheets, had been the best weeks of his life.
    He hoped she would give them more of what they’d shared back then. He hoped this time she would not run from them. Run from their love.
    Somehow he had to convince her to allow them into her heart, as they had allowed her into theirs.
     
    Two sets of male hands touching her flesh set every one of Mati’s senses into full alert mode. The intimate way they kneaded her with their oiled palms had her feeling sparks of déjà vu. Although they had yet to touch her private parts, their hands were already making love to her.
    Bold fingers sensually stroked her calves. Another set of fingers erotically caressed her shoulders. The vamps moved in perfection, as if they had done this many a