(This tale is a side story in the Summer & Victor universe. Meet the characters here. Scroll back to “And Now You’re Mine” for the first installation in the series if you want to read them all).
“I can’t believe you’re coming home with me for Thanksgiving.” Casey giggled, that tinkling laugh of hers, as she pulled her jeep out of our driveway.
“Well my parents aren’t exactly nice to be around during holidays,” I said, rolling my eyes. “They keep asking me when I’m going to bring home a boyfriend for them to meet. I’m so sick of it.”
“It’s been over a year now,” my roommate and best friend said, glancing sideways at me. “You don’t think it’s time to tell them about Victor?”
“Victor’s not my boyfriend.”
“Victor is definitely your boyfriend, Summer.”
I frowned. “He’s a centuries-old vampire helping me with a spell, that’s all.”
“That’s all? Honey, the walls in our apartment are thin as fuck. Unless the incantation for your spell includes the phrases ‘yes daddy’ and ‘oh fuck, I’m going to come,’ I think it’s safe to say he’s helping you with more than just a spell.”
“Can we just drop it? You know my parents wouldn’t approve. Besides, I don’t see you rushing to bring Jackson home.” I sat back in the seat and crossed my arms.
“Okay, okay. Point taken. Let’s not fight. I want us to have a good trip.” Casey reached over and put her hand on my leg. “My family is going to love you.”
She did have a point thought. Victor and I had never had the talk about being exclusive, but we spent nearly every night together, and he called me his. Before he left, he made me promise to be safe, and I gave him a necklace enchanted to alert him if I got into any danger. I expected him to throw it on the nightstand, but he clasped it around his neck immediately and tucked it under his shirt before pulling me in for a long hug.
We drove all day, stopping occasionally for snacks and bathroom breaks. Once we got off the highway, the roads quickly began to narrow and snake through the mountains. At last, we rounded a bend and I saw a huge house positioned up on a hill. Casey turned off the road and headed up the winding dirt driveway.
“You live there? In that house?”
“No, I live with you, silly.”
“I mean, that’s where you grew up?” My eyes widened as the house came into view again. No, not house. This was a manor.
“I know you didn’t really get the upbringing most witches get, being half human, but most of us are… connected.” Casey shrugged and parked the jeep. She waved me off when I went to get my suitcase from the back. “Don’t worry about that. One of the staff will take it to our suite.”
Before Casey could answer, her family was busting from the front door, running over to hug her. I was caught up in a fair number of hugs too, and struggled to remember everyone’s names. It was late, though, and before long Casey and I couldn’t stifle our yawns. We climbed up the dark wood staircase and Casey led me by the hand down the hall to our room.
“I didn’t realize we would be sharing.”
“I hope that’s okay,” said Casey, opening the door. “I know it’s a big house, but we’re full to the brim with everyone in town for Thanksgiving tomorrow.”
“This is… fine.” I tried not to look surprised at the size of the room. She was right when she called it a suite. There wasn’t just a little attached bathroom like I had imagined. This was a whole apartment, with a sitting area, soaking tub and shower, walk-in closet, and even a little kitchenette. The four-post bed was massive, and someone has rolled a plush-looking daybed against the wall, presumably for me. Our luggage was stacked neatly in the corner, and I was silently glad no one had gone through it to fold and put away our clothing. It wouldn’t have surprised me, and the thought of a servant handling my $15 Target sweaters seemed ridiculous.
“And… I have to admit something,” she said, throwing her purse and jacket on the daybed.
“I know we live together but… I… well, I’ve been missing you lately.” She stepped closer to me and wrapped an arm around my waist. “I like Victor but he monopolizes your time.”
“You’re usually with Jackson.”
“I know. And ugh, I love that kid. But don’t you sometimes miss the days when we first moved in together? When it was just… us?” She pulled me closer to her so she could whisper in my ear. “Sometimes I miss just being with you. Just the two of us. Don’t you?”
“Yeah. Yes. I do.” I tilted my head toward her and kissed her, softly. Her lips were as soft as I remembered.
“I’m going to get a shower,” she said, pulling away from me. She shimmied out of her jeans and looked at me over her shoulder, grinning. “Coming?”
“I… yes.” I kicked off my shoes. “A shower with you sounds perfect right now.”
Although it had seen its fair amount of action over the past few years of us living there, our apartment shower was cramped, barely big enough to fit two people. This shower was huge. I couldn’t help but think that both Jackson and Victor would fit in there with us, with room to spare. They would have loved it too. Victor sometimes complained that Jackson smelled like a wet dog, and Jackson sometimes referred to Victor as “the mosquito” when he was annoyed, but the boys got along most of the time. We had never talked about it, but I knew in my gut that both of them would be stripping and piling into the bathroom with us if there were here right now.
Casey was right, though. Sometimes it was nice when it was just the two of us.
The rainfall shower head mounted to the ceiling filled the room with warm steam. We stepped in, and let the water pour over us. Casey’s hands wandered down my body. I involuntarily sucked in my stomach a bit, like I’ve always done, but she glided her hands over my abdomen and rested them on my hips.
“Don’t do that, Summer. You’re so beautiful. I love every inch of your curves.”
I breathed out, and a little moan caught in my throat as she leaned up to kiss me. She pressed her soft body against mine and I melted into the familiarity. The water poured over us as we kissed, and her fingers traced along my skin, finding their way between my legs. I gasped as she stroked my clit softly, but Casey didn’t stop kissing me. Her fingers danced along my slit and slowly thrust into me.
“You’re so wet already, Summer,” she moaned, kissing down my neck. “Can I taste you?”
“Mmmhmm,” I bit my lip and pushed her head down gently. She flashed a wicked grin and got to her knees while pushing one of my legs up onto a ledge built into the wall.
I was glad the guest room shower had grip bars installed. Casey didn’t hesitate or start gently. She used her tongue to part my lips and flick my clit, then sucked it hard. Her fingers thrust into me again, and I moaned loudly, hoping that her grandparents weren’t in the room next door.
If she was concerned about the noise we were making, she didn’t show it. She licked up my slit with the flat of her tongue before attacking my clit again.
“Mmm, Summer, you taste so good. Exactly how I remember.” Her lips buzzed against me.
“Don’t stop,” I groaned, running my fingers through her hair. Little bursts of magic were rolling off my skin, pink and iridescent in the steam. They sizzled in the air, combining with Casey’s own bursts of magic. She flicked my clit faster with her tongue, and curled her fingers to perfectly hit my g-spot. “Fuuuck I’m going to…”
“Summer???” I heard my name as I cried out, waves of my orgasm rushing over me, but it wasn’t Casey’s voice. The frosted door to the shower flung open, and we both yelped in surprise.
Victor stood in the doorway, starting at us, his normally-blue eyes wild and white and his fangs out.
“What the actual fuck, Victor?” Casey growled at him, standing and covering herself.
His eyes slowly went back to normal and his fangs retracted. He shook his head as if clearing it and quickly turned away.
“I… ah… sorry.”
“What are you doing here?” I asked. My heart threatened to beat out of my chest. Victor and I never talked about being exclusive, but we also were clearly not seeing other people. Was he checking up on me? Did he feel betrayed? Was he mad?
Still turned, Victor held something out to the side. It was my charmed necklace. “This thing started glowing and buzzing. I was afraid…”
Casey giggled. “Summer, you gave him an alert necklace? You know those things work by tracking your heart rate right?”
“I… did not know that.” Facepalm.
There was an awkward silence. Victor’s neck muscles clenched, as though he was biting his tongue while deciding what to say. “I didn’t mean to intrude. I’ll show myself out.”
“Wait.” Casey sighed and grabbed his arm. “I don’t want you to leave mad. Clearly when you materialized here, you weren’t expecting to see us showering together.”
“I was not.” Victor turned his head to the side but didn’t turn around.
“I like you, Drac. I promise I wasn’t trying to disrespect whatever it is that Summer and you have going on. We have a history.”
“I’m aware. My history with Summer may not be as extensive as yours, but we do talk to each other.”
“Okay, so… why don’t we merge our histories? What do you say? Stay? Please? Stay and let us make you happy.”
Casey’s arms wrapped around him from behind, making the back of his shirt wet as she pressed against him. I felt a twinge of jealousy, but then realized I didn’t have to be a bystander. I took a step toward Victor and wrapped my arms around him too.
“Stay, my love,” I purred into his ear. “We can make you very happy.”
Victor turned in one swift movement and pinned me up against the shower wall, one hand around my throat. Water streamed over him, and he thrust a finger into me, making me gasp.
“So fucking wet, kitten. Does she make you wet?” His eyes were calm, and he raised an eyebrow.
He squeezed the hand around my throat gently. “Casey, come here and feel how wet she still is. She already came for you and she’s wet again.”
Casey joined Victor and kissed my neck as she slipped a finger into me as well. “Mmm, so wet.”
“Did she come hard for you?” Victor thrust his finger in and out slowly, making little moans escape my throat in stutters.
“Yes. She came soooo fucking hard.”
“Did she taste good when she came?”
“Yes. She tastes so sweet.”
“Good girl, Summer.” He smiled, removed his hand from between my legs, and turned off the water with a wave of his fingers. “I think you better return the favor, kitten. Don’t you think, Casey? It’s only fair.”
“Mmmhmm. That’s right, Vic.” She nibbled my neck. “It’s only fair.”
Victor left a pile of his wet clothing on the floor and wrapped a towel around me to dry me off. He picked me up, and Casey followed us to the bedroom, toweling off as well.
“Lie on the bed on your back, Casey,” he said while I nuzzled his neck. It felt good to be in his arms again. “If you don’t mind.”
Casey scrambled on the bed, lying back on the pillows, her hands traveling down her body and between her legs. “Like this?”
“Mmm yes, darling,” Victor said, his blue eyes turning white again. “Exactly like that. Show Summer exactly where you want her tongue.”
“Here. Definitely here,” said Casey, circling her clit slowly.
“And where else?”
She dipped a finger into herself. “Here.”
Victor smiled down at me. “You heard her, kitten. Show me how good you are at licking pussy.”
He set me down, and I crawled between Casey’s legs, settling on my stomach. My tongue darted into her and then licked up her slit slowly to her clit. She sighed happily and leaned back into the pillows, her hands gripping the sheets.
“Fuuuuuck, Summer. Fuck, that feels good.”
“She can do better.” I felt Victor’s hands on my ass, rubbing each cheek. “Can’t you, kitten?”
“I know you can. I want to see you make her cum, kitten. Fuck, you look so hot.” He spanked me gently, and I yelped in surprise. “Keep going. Don’t pay attention to what I’m doing. Let’s see if you can stay focused on what you’re doing.”
Casey moaned and her fingers weaved into my hair as I buried my face in her wet pussy. Behind me, Victor swatted my ass with his hands, pausing to rub each spot he spanked. I felt my cheeks growing hot, but did my best to ignore him and focus instead on Casey. She arched her back as my tongue lapped up her juices. Fuck, she tasted so good.
“Oh my god, don’t stooooop,” Casey whined as I sucked on her clit. “Fuck, Summer. Fuuuuuck.”
Victor pressed against me from behind, the tip of his cock parting me and slipping inside. “It sounds like she’s close, kitten.”
I whined and pushed back against him. I wanted him inside me so badly.
“Say it. Say how much you want it.”
“Please,” I said, breaking away from Casey’s clit for just a moment. I looked back over my shoulder. “Please, Victor. Please fuck me. I want to feel you fill me. Please.”
“Eat her pussy. Now.” Victor thrust into me. “Your face between her legs. Until I say to stop.”
Casey cried out as I devoured her, Victor’s thrusts from behind me pushing me against her. I moaned into her pussy, my brain feeling fuzzy as I tried to concentrate.
“Casey, wrap your legs around her neck,” said Victor, his voice a low growl. “Rub your pretty little clit while her tongue is deep inside you.”
Victor’s thrusts became erratic as he watched us. I knew he was close.
He wasn’t the only one.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god….” Casey screamed and came, hard, squirting as waves of her magic flowed around us and mixed with mine.
“Lick her clean,” Victor growled, his nails digging into my hips as he fucked me. “Fuck, that’s so hot. Lick her clean as you cum on my cock, Summer.”
I didn’t last long. My pussy throbbed around him as I came, my face still between Casey’s legs, and Victor followed a few seconds later. He collapsed on the bed and pulled me to him, biting my neck and taking a long drink. He wrapped his arms around me. Fuuuuck, that felt good.
“We’re going to need new sheets,” said Casey, wobbling up out of the bed. She wrapped a towel around herself. “I’ll be right back.”
Victor licked the bite on my neck, but didn’t let me go. He squeezed me tighter.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“I was so scared, Summer,” he said, nuzzling my neck. “I thought you were in danger.”
He paused for a moment. “Are you happy being with Casey?”
“I’m not with Casey.”
“You know what I mean.”
“I’m happy being with you, Victor. And playing with Casey sometimes.”
“Then it is okay with me. I want you to be happy, kitten. If you enjoy time with Casey, that’s okay with me.” Victor squeezed me again. “Especially if you let me join sometimes.”
I giggled. “I think we can accommodate you.”
Casey came back with a big pile of new sheets and blankets.”We can definitely accommodate you, Drac. As long as you agree to one thing.”
“What’s that, Glinda?”
She crawled in the bed next to us and we both pulled her into our snuggle. “Three’s a crowd, but four’s a party. Next time, let’s call Jackson too.”
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