The Hunger - Only Lovers Left Alive

Chapter Eight

"In all the years I've known you, I never thought that you would take a fledgling," Vincent chuckled, his laugh rumbling deep in his chest.

"It was an accident," I smiled, looking at Adam with a soft expression, "but a happy accident."

Adam only rolled his eyes and dipped his head towards the guitar he was cradling, occasionally strumming out a note as if to distract from us.

Vincent smirked and passed me the flask he'd sipped from, his fangs extending as he let out a content sigh and dropped his head back against the cushion of the couch, his eyes fluttering half shut.

I felt giddy as I looked over him, feeling that familiar bubble of affection and comfort brewing in my stomach as it did every time we would reunite.

Reaching over, I run my fingers through his dyed-red hair and smile, swirling the flask in my other hand as I looked over his handsome features as if this were my first time seeing them.

"You cut your hair," I said.

"I did," he hummed. "It was getting too long and I needed a change."

"Hmm, it suits you."

I lifted the flask to my lips and took a swig, letting out a soft groan as a familiar wave of euphoria rushed through my veins, overriding my senses and making everything seem ten times more intense than they typically were.

A low rumble growled in the back of my throat as I let myself fall against his side, my head resting on his shoulder as my tongue licked at the blood that remained on my teeth.

Turning towards Adam, I gave him a dumb smile and held out the flask to him.

"It's real good stuff, want some?"

He lifted his head and looked at the flask then flickered his eyes between me and Vincent, his expression as unreadable as ever.

I squirmed in my seat and leaned over Vincent's lap, holding the flask closer to him and giving it a shake to try and entice him.

Vincent tipped his head forward and watched me, one of his hands trailing up the back of my thigh and drawing little circles before he slowly moved his hand to cup my ass.

Biting my lower lip with one of my extended fangs, I laughed and pushed back into his hand while opening the flask and taking another sip.

I managed to awkwardly screw the lid back on and looked back at Adam, who seemed transfixed to my face.

Raising the flask, I go to give it another little shake, only to be caught off guard and pulled off kilter by Adam tugging my forward and licking off a bit of blood that dripped down my chin.

I let my eyes flutter shut, but not before I managed to notice that Adam's stare was holding Vincent's as he proceeded to move a hand away from his guitar and hold my jaw still so that he could steadily kiss me.

Vincent's hand continued to grope and rub circles as he watched, occasionally he'd give my ass a hard smack so that I'd lurch forward into Adam and we'd catch each other's lips on the other's fang.

It was thrilling.

Adam was certainly a fantastic kisser and it felt good to be the one with another player for a change.

Typically, Vincent would bring home a third participant in our games and while I was down with him having his fun, sometimes I got fed up of another woman being around.

It had been far too long since it was two men and if Adam was willing then I definitely wanted to show him the wild ride that I called my marriage.

Leaning back, I broke the kiss and looked at his dilated pupils, the secondary high from the blood he'd taken from the kiss kicking in to a lesser affect than my own drink.

"You're the best fledgling ever," I cooed, tracing his jawline with my finger before kissing him again.

"He's your only fledgling, dear," Vincent chuckled.

"I know, but even if he wasn't, he would still be the best."

I crawled over Vincent's lap completely and sat between the two boys, licking my bottom lip and feeling the cut from Adam's fang as it started to heal.

"I think our girl needs to head to bed," Vincent said, running his hand up my thigh again.

"Only if you're going to join me."

"How could I deny such a cute request?"

I smiled then looked at Adam, reaching over to play with a strand of his gorgeous, tousled hair.

"And what about you? Will you be joining?"

He closed his eyes a little as my fingers scraped against his scalp and leaned into my touch, licking his own reddened lip.

"It's tempting," he finally croaked out, "but I think I'll stay here for now."

"Suit yourself," Vincent shrugged.

He stood up from the seat, looming over us both with a coy smirk that I simply adored.

Leaning over, he hooked an arm under my knees and used his other to secure my back as he lifted me up.

"Don't be up too late, fledgling, don't want you getting caught in the sun."

Adam didn't reply as Vincent turned away and carried me towards our bedroom, but if I wasn't mistaken, I could have sworn that I saw a look of disdain aimed my husband's way.