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on his back in the middle. In moments, Serge and Valmont were stretched out on either
side of him, their bodies pressed close to his.
Valmont chuckled. Yes, I d say this bed is damn comfortable. Serge, you chose
very well.
Only the best for Philippe. Serge slipped a hand into Philippe s, and interlaced
their fingers.
Philippe smiled and reached for Valmont s hand. His whole body tingled from the
closeness of a sexy vampire on either side of him. Oui, he agreed, It s the most
comfortable bed I ve ever lain on. In moments, the tingling intensified. The pleasant
sensation traveled up Philippe s arms and down his legs, and his cock stirred and
started to get hard. To his shock, the desire to be fed upon rose. He d thought that after
that night with the zombies, he d never want to feel a pair of fangs in his skin again.
Wrong.
Valmont s and Serge s musky scents mingled in the air, causing his heart to pound
and his mouth to water.
Serge suddenly turned onto his side, facing him and squeezed his hand
affectionately. Philippe, you never have to feed either of us if you don t want to. His
voice was husky and Philippe sensed his lover s mutual hunger. We don t feed you.
He grinned. How could you feed me? You re vampires. He leaned into Serge,
breathed in his scent of male musk and aftershave. Ripples of desire went through his
cock. His balls tightened in response to Serge s masculine aroma. I don t want what
happened with those zombies to ruin anything for me. Being fed on, especially by you
and Valmont, has been one of the greatest pleasures I ve ever known.
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He turned onto his back again and tilted his chin up. Both of you, please, feed
together on me. We ll be bonded, all three of us as lovers, always.
Philippe, are you certain? Valmont s voice was thick with need.
He nodded. Oui, I m positive.
Serge leaned in. I ll do whatever you wish, he whispered and nipped Philippe s
earlobe gently.
Mmm, what a feeling.
He slipped his hand under Philippe s shirt and trailed his fingertips up the center of
Philippe s stomach to his chest. Serge gently explored Philippe s skin and caressed his
nipples, which tightened on contact.
Philippe closed his eyes, drunk merely from Serge s touch.
Valmont undid Philippe s trousers and tugged them gently down to his knees. A
grin spread across Valmont s lips. Our friend doesn t wear underclothes, Serge.
Philippe s already hard cock sprang up, close to Valmont s face. Valmont reached
out and palmed the shaft, stroking it deftly.
Hands touched him, caressed him everywhere and his eyelids fluttered. He moaned
softly and Serge caught his sound with a soft kiss, slipped his tongue sensuously
between Philippe s lips. Serge still toyed underneath Philippe s shirt, gently pinching
and caressing Philippe s nipples as he kissed him.
As Serge s kisses grew wilder, the heated swirl of his tongue matched the rhythm of
Valmont s hand on Philippe s cock. He felt drowned in pleasure and groaned softly
when Valmont s lips touched his inner thigh, and feathered his tongue on the sensitive
skin, obviously searching for the spot he would feed upon. What a delightful place to
feed. He spread his legs wider, giving the vampire all the access he would need.
Serge pulled his lips from Philippe s and rained small soft kisses down his chin and
over his throat. Resting his lips in one spot, he flicked the tip of his tongue over the
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supple skin, sending shivers of pleasure through Philippe s body. Philippe moaned and
tilted his head back farther, aching to feel the pierce of Serge s fangs.
As if working in sync, Serge and Valmont both sank their canines into him at the
same time. He cried out softly. Every nerve ending along his skin exploded with
orgasmic tingling. At once, the vampires fangs slid out and they closed their lips over
the punctures, gently sipping and suckling his blood.
Each rhythmic tightening of their lips sent more pleasure cascading through his
body. To Philippe s delight, Valmont continued caressing his cock, collecting the drops
of seed oozing from the tip with his thumb and smoothing them over the head.
Philippe wound his hand in Serge s soft hair, feeling the small movements of his
head as he drank. Nothing had ever felt so pleasurable in his entire existence.
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