Chapter 8: THE DANCE OF FOUR

As the first song came to an end, Max and Damen smiled as they stepped back away from Sam and I to sit on the sofa across from us. “We each want a dance with you separately our Gia, my doe,” Max melodically insisted. The three of them seem to speak without saying anything out load, as if they communicate telepathically. It was strange but also very intriguing. 

Feeling Sam’s body move from my backside, the sparks and tingles moved as his arms spun me around to face him. My heart raced as our eyes locked. Dark red speckles blended into his obsidian eyes. He stood at least a foot taller than me with his every defined muscle in full revelation through his tight black shirt. 

Suddenly, he lifted me and placed my feet upon his. While continuing his gaze into my soul, he rested my hands upon his shoulders, and his hands at my hips. His movements ever swift and graceful, that my eyes could not keep track of them. I remember reading once that the human eye can only see up to thirty to sixty frames per second. His movements are so much faster than what I can perceive. 

Bringing me closer into himself, my nipples brushed up against his torso, consequently his bulge twitched and rubbed up against my abdomen. A growl escaped Sam’s lips and the red speckles increased in his eyes. The intensity of the energy between us skyrocketed as he slowly moved us in a seemingly old-fashioned style dance. I was lost in him, having no idea how long we drifted together in perfect harmony. 

As the song neared the end, he dipped his head down, brushed his lips against mine, and waited for my permission to kiss me. With his lips feathering mine, the tingles began to spark. I parted my lips slightly, and he took hold of them with burning ferocity. Every drop of his taste and smell were overwhelmingly mouthwatering. Tantric electricity flowed between our breaths and lips so much that my instant reaction was to wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him with strong force. Savoring his taste with each stroke of our tongues, I could no longer imagine a world without his kiss. 

[Sam’s POV]

Her delectable taste has my chest pounding and my dick painfully erect. Before this night, I had not thought it was possible for me, a vampire, to experience the needy pain of blue balls or deep mesmerizing love, especially for a human. Her breasts pressed tightly against my chest, feeling her nipples through her thin and sheer black v-line blouse had my fangs ready to retract. 

Holding them back with all my strength, I slipped my hands down to her supple and juicy ass and lifted her up so that her short and sexy legs would wrap around my hips. Her body reacted to every desire of my own. With the song coming to an end, I knew I needed to share her with Max and Damen, but my desire for my mate is screaming for me to feel her from the inside. I want more than anything to slam her against a wall, rip her clothes off and fuck her like the supernatural beast that I am. 

Having been alive for thousands of years and all the woman and men I have fucked over those lifetimes, is nothing compared to what I know she will do to me. She will annihilate me to the point of fully satisfying every sexual and blood-thirsty craving I have. Swirling my tongue deeper around her mouth, I lost my ability to hold back my urges. I slowly but deeply caress her pussy against my swollen cock. 

These fucking clothes are infuriatingly frustrating right now. Each press of my cock to her plush core rewards me with her soft moans in my mouth. As I am ready to unleash my inner demon Max mind links me and tells me it’s Damen’s turn to dance with our mate. I don’t want to let her go, but I know it won’t be for long. She belongs to all of us, and I know we are already overwhelming her thoughts; we don’t want to scare her away. 

As difficult as it is, I gently glide her legs back down to the ground, as I bring our kiss to a close. She stares up at me with immense longing in her eyes. “I know my love, I need you too,” I say to her while I bend down and place a loving kiss upon her forehead. Damen walks up behind her, as I walk away to sit with Max on the sofa. She is a drug that I am fully addicted to.

[Gia’s POV]

As Sam placed my feet back to the ground, the intensity of our kissing, the dance, and oh damn the dry humping, had my entire body, mind, and soul feeling dizzy with an intoxicating euphoria. When we started dancing, I had no idea that it would lead to that. I mean we were seriously dry humping, I feel slightly embarrassed, and with Max and Damen watching it was also very erotic. Just as I felt like my body was going to collapse, warm hands and tingles pressed against my hips. 

[Damen’s POV]

“My turn,” I whispered in Gia’s ear while bringing her back towards my body. Her hair fell lightly against my chest, as her perfectly plump ass pressed against my dick. I turned us around so that Max and Sam could get a better view of her front, while I dance with her from behind. 

Taking our dance slowly, I inhale a deep breath filling my lungs with her fragrance. Guiding her hips with mine, I move one hand from her right hip and steadily lift the hem of her blouse. The moment my hand met her skin the electricity erupted into every pore of my hand. It was warm, soft, and full of both light and dark magic; never have I felt anything like it. 

She moaned softly as I continued to climb up the side of her abdomen until I reached the soft and full bottom of her right breast. After pushing her shirt further up and over her huge and supple breast, I grabbed it firmly and whispered in her ear, “Mine.” As we continued dancing, I lifted my eyes towards Max and Sam. Both were rock hard right now. I knew at any moment Sam would no longer be able to hold back his fangs. 

[Gia’s POV]

My heart is pounding in my chest as Damen has my shirt partially up over my right breast. His hand on my skin and continually squeezing and releasing of it has shockwaves of pleasure vibrating through my entire being. I probably should have worn a bra, but those damn things always hurt my scar. 

Feeling his manhood getting harder and pressing into my ass, has me swimming in sexual excitement. I know I should not be excited for these men, as I am sure this is a onetime occurrence, but I really hope they are mine and we can explore this further. As I open my eyes, my gaze lands on Max. His amber eyes are flickering between amber and gold as he stares at me with lust. 

I gaze from him to Sam, and as our eyes lock, I notice that his eyes are no longer the red-speckled obsidian but are now fully garnet red. A pulse wave of fear mixed with curiosity presses against my sternum, as I watch him break eye contact, lean his head back and fangs protrude from his gorgeous mouth. 

Goosebumps fill my skin, and I cannot peel my eyes away from him. He brings his eyes back down, locks them back on me, and places one hand on his bulge that is trying to break through his pants. As Sam gently strokes his hard erection through his pants, a growl escapes Max’s mouth. I look over to Max and he moves closer to Sam on the sofa while maintaining eye contact with me. 

I am surrounded by beasts! I feel like I have entered another realm of existence. How can this be happening? Before panic could fully set in, Damen thrusts up against me from behind. “Don’t be scared kitten, we would never hurt you,” he whispers in my ear. We are still dancing while he guides us closer to Sam and Max. 

Upon being about a foot away from Max, Damen turns me around, lifts me in the air and places me directly on Max’s lap. Instinctually I lean my back and head into Max’s warm and rock-hard chest. He reacts by burying his face into my neck. Damen gets on his knees in front of me and places his hands on my thighs, as Sam slides close to Max and I. 

With a slightly shaky voice I inquire, “Are we still going to dance with each other?” Max moves his lips lightly up and down my neck, with his teeth feathering the surface of the most delicate and sensitive pores. In a deep and sultry voice, Max whispers “we are dancing, my lovely doe, together as we are all meant to be, a dance of four.”