Valmonts Trinity

Chapter Two - part two

Where the hell was Valmont?

Serge stopped pacing Valmont’s bedchamber and dared to peek through the heavy curtain draped across the balcony door. Immediately the sun’s afternoon rays stung his skin and he let the drape fall back into place.

“Oh f**k it.” He turned roughly and rubbed his eyelids until the sting subsided. Good thing the delivery men hadn’t yet arrived with Valmont’s new bedding, mattresses and furniture or they would have witnessed his display. However, they would be here soon and he was anxious for his friend to see his bedroom in its soon-to-be new incarnation.

Serge had spent hours throwing away the old linens and fumigating Brandon’s scent from the carved furniture. Had he been able to tear down the drapes during the day, the transformation would have been complete. As it was however, he’d have to wait until after nightfall to pull them down and put up the new ones.

Checking the clock on his cell phone again, he was unable to suppress a shudder. Valmont should certainly have been back by now.

“Serge?”

A familiar male voice sent a thrill up his spine.

Serge’s incisors began to ache again and the nerve endings of his skin tingled. Slowly he turned to see Philippe in the doorway. The blond vampire regarded him with a tentative look. Tension zinged between them, even from the distance.

“What is it?” His voice came out sharper than he’d meant it to, but he couldn’t help himself. The s****l tension had exacerbated his already tense state. Hundreds of years of horrid stress had finally taken their toll on his nerves.

The CE cleared his throat. “I came up to see if there was anything else you might need.”

“Um, yes, actually, there is.” He dared to take a few steps toward Philippe, propelled only by his concern for Valmont. “Could you please look for Valmont? He should have been back from the fields a long time ago.”

Philippe nodded and bowed in an amiable manner. “Of course.”

Serge couldn’t help staring at the way Philippe’s golden curls swayed with his movements. His magnificent thick hair was a shade of dark wheat at the roots and lightened gradually until it reached a pale flaxen hue at the tips. Serge’s fingers practically ached to rake through that hair and he frowned at his own hunger. Valmont had been forbidden to him for so long that he’d made a habit of turning elsewhere for his physical needs and Serge was prepared to continue in that vein since he knew that his friend was still in love with Darelle. He nodded. “Thank you.”

Philippe seemed to linger in the doorway a moment longer than was necessary and Serge could have sworn he saw longing in the blond vampire’s—if that’s indeed what he was—eyes. In the next moment, Philippe was gone.

Serge turned back to survey the room. He’d jumped through every hoop and spent every Euro necessary to get the deliveries made the same afternoon so that Valmont could sleep in his own bed that very night. He only hoped that his former lover was all right.

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Philippe drove the van along the perimeter road of the fields. Though long grass covered the way, he could still make out the lesser overgrowth that marked what had once been a path for wagons. With the van window open, he caught the musky scent of a vampire and turned the wheel in that direction. Serge’s concern for Valmont spurred him to press harder on the accelerator, forcing the van to grind through the overgrowth.

The scent of vampire strengthened, guiding Philippe’s path to the far end of the field. When he reached a spot so overgrown the van would never get through,, he braked, cut the engine and practically leapt from the van.

Wading through the overgrowth, he could see the rotting planks of arbors and vines entangled with weeds and grasses. The overgrown furrow gave way to a clearer spot.

He froze in his tracks.

A vampire, no doubt Valmont, judging from the jet-black smooth hair, bronzed skin and chiseled Semitic features—according to Darelle’s yummy description—lay on the ground beside a large rock.

Philippe bounded over and knelt down beside him. Valmont wore trousers and a button-down white shirt. The first few buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a swarthy chest of carved muscle and springy soft dark hair. The sight and scent of the vampire immediately churned Philippe’s desire.

Gingerly, he reached out and laid a hand on Valmont’s shoulder. Hard muscle met his touch through the thin shirt.

The next thing he knew, the vampire’s body jerked to life. He sat bolt upright. His large eyes glowed with bloodlust and his sensuous lips curled back, revealing his incisors.

Muscular arms shot out and closed over Philippe’s upper arms.

Philippe froze. His body, already weakened from desire, grew immediately pliant. Easily, Valmont pulled him against his broad chest, encasing his slimmer physique in strong arms. Philippe’s mind grasped that Valmont was in a trance-like state of some sort, but the vampire’s need to feed came through in his firm yet gentle hold.

Philippe closed his eyes and tilted his head back, prepared for the invasion of overwhelming pleasure. The immortal part of him that sent blood through his body craved this sensual act and desire spiraled through him, pooling in his c**k, which rose and hardened.

The vampire’s lips hovered tantalizingly close to Philippe’s neck. His breath pulsed warmly on the quivering skin and the tip of a warm moist tongue danced over the supple spot on the side of his throat.

Tingling pleasure cascaded through every inch of Philippe’s body. He sucked in a breath and tilted his head back as far as he could as Valmont marked the entry point with a firm lick.

A shiver of warm energy traveled down Philippe’s arms and legs. His c**k tightened to the point of pain. He sagged against Valmont’s hard chest and the friction caused his n*****s to tingle.

A low growl vibrated deep in Valmont’s throat, against Philippe’s flesh. Philippe arched his dancer’s body upward, giving the other vampire complete access.

Philippe felt himself being lowered onto his back. A large broad body half covered his. Ohhhh. The delight. The vampire closed his lips tightly over the area he’d chosen and sank his incisors into the soft flesh of Philippe’s neck.

Philippe’s breath caught. The invading pleasure made him arch his hips upward, seeking the delicious erection that pressed against his. Slipping his arms around Valmont’s back, he palmed the hard flexing muscles.

The vampire slipped his fangs out with a satisfying glide and fixed his warm soft lips over the punctures.

Philippe moaned. His eyes fluttered closed. This was his favorite part of feeding, the rhythmic suction of hot lips on his skin, the dazzling pleasure of giving his essence to a lover.

The rays of the sun beat on his face, and on their entwined bodies. The scent of his own blood combined with Valmont’s masculine aroma. The sweet meadow grasses filled his senses, and the buzzing of bumblebees in the overgrown meadow flowers hummed in his ears, mingled with the sound of Valmont’s suckling and the brush of their clothing together.

Sliding his hands down to Valmont’s hips, Philippe pressed his fingers into them, anchored himself as he ground his c**k against the other vampire’s. Even through their layers of clothing, the thick hardness of Valmont’s c**k rubbed deliciously against his own and Philippe could feel the buttons of his shorts pop open from the friction.

He moaned softly each time Valmont’s lips tightened over the punctures, drawing out more blood. The sensation was like a tiny orgasm that erupted from the spot where his blood flowed out and spread to every inch of his body. The tingling pleasure concentrated in his groin, building like a delightful sneeze deep in his balls. His fingers tightened on Valmont’s undulating hips and he screwed his eyes shut, his mouth wide open, panting from the bliss coursing through his entire body.

A low groan vibrated in Valmont’s throat, echoing against Philippe’s skin. The vampire ground his c**k against Philippe’s in hard fervent circles. Philippe grabbed at the strong body in his arms as his body careened to the edge. The pressure in his balls and c**k surged and the tingling eruption spiraled through him.

Clutching Valmont’s trousers, he braced himself as the orgasmic explosion spread through his groin. Flames of bliss fanned up his c**k, into his ass and down his limbs. His vision blackened and he cried out with the force of his ejaculation.

Wave after blissful wave pounded through his body. Pleasure wrung his consciousness from him bit by bit. The last thing he remembered was the gentle swipe of Valmont’s tongue over the bite marks, sealing his skin.