GianMarco (11 page)

“What?” She tried to take this all in.

“Loosely translated it means ‘the sweet death.’ No one could drive a vampire to such
a state except for his bloodmate. Finding one’s bloodmate is cause for celebration,
however if that vampire tries to fight these feelings he goes into la
morte dolci.
It is why Marco is in an incredible amount of pain right now. He’s been attracted
to you from the start but for reasons I’m sure he’ll discuss with you when he’s able,
he didn’t act on them. This is why only you can help him,” Dante explained.

“Bloodmate?
La morte dolci
? Are you kidding me? Only I can help him? You mean to tell me you want me to let
him drain my blood? I’m sorry but I like my blood where it is: in my body.” She shook
her head.

Dante’s dark blue eyes took on an eerie glow. He caught her chin in a cruel grip.
“You’re sorely testing my patience; I’ve already told you that no harm would come
to you.”

Maggie’s own ire was raised. She slapped his hand away and leapt off the bed. “You
have a lot of damn nerve. How the hell did you expect me to react? Before last night,
I didn’t believe vampires existed. Your damn brother broke into my apartment buck
naked and scared the shit out of me. I wake up in a strange place, and you tell me
I can’t leave until I give in to your brother’s demands. Despite all that I’m trying
to process everything you’re saying to me with an open mind. I think I’m doing a pretty
good job of not having a complete meltdown which wouldn’t be an unreasonable reaction,
yet you have the nerve to tell me I’m trying your patience? Well, pardon me for not
jumping up and down ready to do you bidding just because you asked. Screw you and
your brother!” She trembled with anger although she didn’t dare attack him physically.
She might be mad, but she wasn’t crazy enough to suppose he wouldn’t retaliate in
kind.

The glow left Dante’s eyes and he seemed surprised by Maggie’s outburst, but then
a slow smile formed on his lips. “You will make a fine mate for my brother, Maggie.
There is a fire in you, a fire I wouldn’t mind sampling for myself.” He licked his
lips as if he were surveying a juicy steak.

Maggie clutched the blanket against her body self-consciously.

“You’re right, Maggie. My apologies. This is a lot to take in, but I’ll try to make
things as easy as I can for you. What you need to understand is that vampires have
the need to mate, just like humans, and when we find that one mate whom we desire
above all others, woes betide anyone who stands in our way. Finding a bloodmate is
not an unusual occurrence, but for reasons no one really knows, it’s doesn’t happen
until we’re much older. It’s extremely rare for a vampire to find their bloodmate
before he’s lived at least a century. Some think our senses aren’t yet fined tuned
to recognize our
one
. For example, my brothers and I are all over six hundred, and we are all unmated.
GianMarco was one of the lucky ones to find Bianca so early on in his existence. However
it seems the fates have smiled on him again by giving him you.”

Maggie shivered at the implication of his words and guided the conversation in another
direction. “If you’re as old as you claim to be, why haven’t you found your one true
mate?”

He shrugged one broad shoulder. “I’ve been very busy. I suppose it will happen when
it happens but unfortunately not all of us do find mates. It’s the way of things,
I suppose.”

“How did you and your brothers become vampires? Were you guys bit?”

Dante let out a throaty laugh. “You’re adorable. No, we weren’t ‘bit.’ We were born
this way.”

“Vampires can procreate?”

“Of course we can. As I’ve already pointed out, you watch way too many movies and
television shows with inaccurate information. Contrary to popular belief, we are not
undead. I assure you, we’re very much alive.”

She shook her head trying to make sense of this all. “So how can you be as old as
you claim?”

“We’re immortal. Living forever can be a curse or it could be a blessing. I would
imagine it depends on how you look at it.”

“So, you can never die?”

“Yes, we can die, but not by natural causes as we don’t age past thirty-five, and
we’re not susceptible to disease.”

“So, if someone drove a stake into your heart you would die?”

Dante chuckled softly. “Again, you’re referring to Hollywood lore. Let me rid your
mind right now of all the vampire misconceptions that you may have. We can walk in
daylight, and most of us can get a pretty nice tan at the right time of year. You
can’t ward us off with a crucifix, holy water, or garlic. To tell the truth, I actually
enjoy garlic. I am Italian, after all. We don’t need to be invited in to enter one’s
residence as you’ve already witness for yourself although most of us would be polite
enough to ask first.

“Now, let me see, what other misconceptions might you have about vampires?” He tapped
his chin when he paused. “Oh, yes, we’re blood-thirsty monsters who prey on innocent
virgins, right?”

Maggie nodded.

“My brother’s lust for you certainly dispels that, doesn’t it? You’re no virgin.”

Maggie found herself giggling at his wry humor. The more Dante talked to her, she
grew more comfortable in his presence. “Okay, you got me there, but you admitted to
drinking blood,” she reminded him.

“Yes, it contains the life essence to sustain us like food does for humans. You see,
we’re very sexual beings and most of our feeding comes during the act of lovemaking,
and even then we don’t drain enough blood to kill our partners. I’m not saying that
we don’t kill, because we will if we have to, but for the most part, we live ‘normal’
existences. Very young vampires usually feed off of a parent or a close relative because
they require it often. As I also pointed out, we can feed on sexual secretions. Some
of us choose one or the other, while others prefer both.”

“What is your preference?”

“I like them both.”

“How were vampires created? How come no one knows of your existence, or rather, how
is it that vampires are seen as just creatures of legend?”

“As far as I know we’ve always been here, but it’s been hypothesized that we’re descended
from fallen angels. No one is certain of our origins. As for the mainstream remaining
unaware of our existence, it’s because humans are a very superstitious lot of being,
such self-proclaimed non-believers. We’ve blended in over the years. Your neighbors
could be vampires, warlocks or even shifters.”

It seemed overwhelming enough vampires existed. Was he telling her there were other
types of immortals?

“That’s exactly what I’m saying but I’m sure you will learn of them later.” Dante
had obviously read her mind to know what she’d been thinking.

“Stop doing that.”

“I’m sorry. I sometimes forget myself.”

There was another loud groan of agony coming from somewhere in the house.

GianMarco. Maggie winced because she could practically feel his despair. “Is GianMarco
in a lot of pain?” She could no longer pretend she wasn’t a little concerned for him.

“Yes. It’s nearly choking me. I can feel it, too.”

“Why?”

“We share a bloodline. We are connected so what he feels I sometimes feel. Unfortunately
we have no more time for questions. Will you help him?”

He’d hurt her earlier but she understood the monster who had attacked her wasn’t GianMarco.
It was the sickness that had taken hold of him. How could she not help after hearing
the gut-wrenching pain that GianMarco was experiencing? “Could you explain to me again
exactly what
la morte dolci
does to a vampire?”

“It’s called the sweet death because your body fills with lust at first but when it
is denied, it begins to rage within you like an illness. It can transform you physically
and mentally. If you are suffering from it, it raises your temperature to a very high
degree —near boiling point. You can’t control the functions that you would in day-to-day
life, and your cock hurts so badly that vampires suffering from this condition have
been known to mutilate themselves to ease the pain. If not satisfied,
la morte dolci
could drive a vampire insane. Imagine walking the earth for all eternity in a state
of madness.”

“Can it kill you?”

“It could drive a vampire to kill himself, but the illness in itself will not kill
us. There have been instances where a vampire had to be put down because it drove
him to harm others.”

“Oh, my God. It’s that bad? I can’t believe I turned GianMarco away.” She groaned,
feeling guilty.

“You couldn’t have known. I understand why you were frightened. If I were in your
shoes, I would feel the same way.”

“Well, what do I have to do to help GianMarco?”

“All you need to do is let him have his way with you. He’ll probably be very rough
in the beginning but that’s what I’m here for, to make sure nothing gets too out of
hand.”

Maggie shivered as she thought of GianMarco taking her without mercy. “I still don’t
understand. How can I be his bloodmate? He barely acknowledges me and when he does,
he’s abrupt and borderline rude.”

“When one of my kind finds his bloodmate, it’s not something that can be explained.
It’s instantaneous and there is no use of fighting it. Deep down Marco knew this but
didn’t want to acknowledge it. He was scared of letting himself care for you because
of what happened in his past. Treating you the way he did was his way of dealing with
it. Quit doubting yourself. You’re fucking gorgeous. Why wouldn’t any man find you
desirable? And stop denying what I’ve told you when you already know this to be true.
I can feel your heat, Maggie. You want this, too. Don’t deny him or yourself, and
don’t deny me.” Dante grabbed her hand and guided her to take a seat on the bed where
he leant over and gently placed a kiss her lips.

Maggie nearly creamed herself right then and there. “I don’t know if I’m cut out to
be anyone’s bloodmate. I’m not really good at the relationship thing.”

“You and Marco will have to work that out between yourselves later, but tonight is
critical. You will do it, won’t you?” His cobalt eyes bored into her, making Maggie
very aware of her own femininity.

“Yes, but what if he hurts me? He’s very large. I mean it’s longer than my arm, for
goodness sake!”

Dante grinned. “He’s quite impressive, but you’re exaggerating just a bit. Remember,
I’ll be here to assist you both through this. Sometimes you may hear my voice inside
your head, but don’t be frightened.”

“Can ... can all vampires do that?”

“It’s a skill that comes with age, but as with everything there are exceptions.”

“Will GianMarco talk to me inside my head?” Maggie was still a bit freaked out how
easily they could invade her unguarded thoughts.

“He has that ability, but while he is suffering through
la morte dolci
it’s a difficult thing to control, so it isn’t likely that he will.”

“And you plan on participating?”

“Of course. It’s my reward.” He smiled with his wicked charm.

“And GianMarco won’t mind?”

“Vampires are generally polyamorous by nature. Once we are mated, however, that’s
another story.”

She raised a brow. “How do you know I won’t mind?”

“You won’t.” He sounded so sure of himself she wanted to dispute his claim, but the
sounds of GianMarco’s howls cut her off.

Maggie another heard another cry of anguish, but it was closer. The sudden pounding
of footsteps drew closer and closer until finally the bedroom door crashed open. GianMarco
stood in the doorway with wild glowing eyes. This time, Maggie realized he wouldn’t
be stopped.

Chapter Nine

Dante pulled Maggie’s trembling body against his. “It’s okay,
piccola
. I’m here.” he whispered against her ear, stroking her hair in a soothing motion.

GianMarco glared at his brother holding
his
woman so intimately. Rationally, he understood Dante was here to help him, but in
the grip of this sickness he didn’t give a shit. “Get away from her, Dante. I’ll have
her now.” GianMarco advanced on them.

Maggie buried her face into Dante’s chest a gesture that temporarily halted GianMarco.

We discussed this, Marco. You don’t want to hurt her remember? You need to be as gentle
as you can.

GianMarco nodded as he held out his hand to Maggie. Slowly she raised her head and
started at his outstretched hand for what seemed like minutes before taking a deep
breath and placing her dainty hand in his.

Dante released his hold on Maggie as GianMarco pulled her roughly into his arms. GianMarco
ripped off the comforter she’d wrapped around herself so that he could feel her skin
against his.

“You will keep no barriers against me,” he growled fiercely, looking down at her with
a hunger he’d never experience. Maggie shivered. Whether it was from fear or excitement
GianMarco couldn’t tell, but it didn’t matter but he had to taste her or lose his
mind. With a groan, he tightened his arms around her, crushing her against his naked
chest. She winced and her skin beaded with sweat. The heat that had consumed his body
seemed to affect her as well.

GianMarco was in the throes of an illness and she was the only cure.

He recognized part of her fright came from raw, untamed passion that stirred dangerously
within him, but the other half of her was highly aroused by the fact that she was
the one who had driven him to this.

He smashed his lips against hers, swallowing the whimper she released at his roughness.
He kissed her with a fierce hunger that refused to be contained. He held her tightly
against him with one arm while he used his other hand to grab a handful of her hair.
GianMarco yanked her head back so that he could press kisses along her jaw and neck.
As his grip tightened on her hair, Maggie gasped as if in pain. Taking advantage of
her parted lips, he slid his tongue inside her warm, sweet mouth.

His tongue explored the unique flavor that was hers alone. The heady sensation of
tasting her made his head spin. She tasted better than he remembered. Now that he
finally had her where he knew with absolute certainty she belonged, GianMarco couldn’t
think of one good reason why he’d denied his passion for Maggie for so long. To have
her soft flesh pressed against him further fueled the ache that ripped through his
body.

Kissing was not enough. He wanted to taste her pussy.
Needed
to taste it. The welcoming scent of her arousal teased his nostrils, beckoning him
to do just that. He imagined the moist treat between her thighs would be better than
the finest wine.

“
Dio
, woman. You have no idea what you have done to me,” he whispered against her mouth
as he placed frantic kisses all over her face. The fire within him seemed to have
spread to Maggie as well, taking them both on a whirlwind of passion that neither
thought existed. She now returned his kisses as fiercely as he gave them. She wrapped
her arms tightly around his neck and writhed against him. His cock strained to be
free of his boxers.

GianMarco lifted his head to stare into her eyes. “You’re mine. You have no idea how
hard I’ve fought this, but now that you are in my arms, I won’t let you go. Not now.
Not ever.” He tossed her onto the bed, and quickly discarded the boxers that he had
been wearing when he entered the room. There would be other times when he could delight
in all the little treasures of her body, like her large, plump breasts, her creamy
thick thighs, and her smooth, ample bottom, but now he was only interested in pussy.
Her pussy.

GianMarco’s declaration surprised her, but she didn’t get a chance to digest it because
she’d caught a glimpse at his cock. She had almost convinced herself she’d imagined
what she’d seen last night, but it was real. He had an anaconda between his legs and
it looked poised to strike. She looked over to Dante for reassurance, only to discover
that now he, too, was naked, and he was stroking himself as he watched. His cobalt
gaze was filled with lust. And he was just as large as GianMarco. With those two weapons
at their disposal Maggie realized she was in for a world of hurt.

GianMarco covered her body with his, grinding his hardness against her thighs. After
pressing one last hungry kiss on her mouth, he pulled her thighs apart and slid down
the length of her body. Maggie moaned as GianMarco rubbed his face into her thick
bush. She was almost self-conscious that she wasn’t completely shaved, which seemed
to be the trend these days, but she was at least groomed neatly around her bikini
area. GianMarco didn’t seem to mind, however. In fact, he appeared to revel in the
feel of the wiry patch against his face. He dipped his head lower, inhaling deeply.
“Your cunt smells delicious. All mine.” His possessive words sent a shiver up her
spine.

GianMarco ran his tongue over the slit of her pussy, making Maggie’s body shake in
the process. He licked at her entrance with long, broad strokes. “Heavenly. This is
better than I imagined it would taste. More.” GianMarco seemed to be talking to himself,
but Maggie could barely register what was being said as she thrashed her head from
side to side on the pillow from the sexual torture of his tongue on her pussy. She
moaned as he parted her labia, pressing a deep kiss against her clit.

“Oh, GianMarco, that feels so good.” She sighed in pleasure as his lips closed over
her blood-engorged clit. She cried out with pleasure-pain when he scraped his teeth
against the throbbing nub. The pressure of his mouth increased, making her bite her
lip from force of habit so that she wouldn’t scream. Eugene had not liked it when
she had made too much noise.

It is okay, piccola
.
The past does not matter. Scream as loud as you want. Show him how much you want
him.
Dante’s sensual voice filled her mind. At his beckoning, she let out a loud cry of
ecstasy.

Her body was being taken over by one nerve-jolting sensation after another. “Oh, God;
oh, God; oh, God,” she chanted over and over again. Maggie had never felt this way
before, and she didn’t know how much more she could take before she expired.

There’s only so much a man can take before he gives up the fight. Your scent is more
than I can handle. I need to taste you as well,
piccola.
I’m no longer content to watch. I want to play too
, Dante mentally warned before positioning himself at Maggie’s side.

Dante cupped her face and kissed her deeply. “
Dio
, you’re sweet.”

Boldly, Maggie pushed her tongue forward to meet Dante’s. Their tongues dueled for
supremacy. Dante glided his hand down her torso to cup one generous breast in his
hand. He caressed the stiff peak of her nipple in a circular motion with the pad of
his thumb.

Dante lifted his mouth from hers and looked into her eyes.
We may only have this night but I have a feeling it won’t be one I’ll never forget
. His gaze racked the length of her figure, never lifting his hand from the soft mound
he held.
I envy my brother more than either of you can ever imagine
.

Maggie opened her mouth to respond but didn’t know what to say, mainly because she
couldn’t fully concentrate as GianMarco ate her pussy. But also because what Dante’s
mind spoke almost seemed like a confession of sorts. As to what, she wasn’t sure.
Not that he gave her a chance to reply, because Dante lowered his head again to run
his tongue over her kiss-swollen lips.

GianMarco increased the suction on her swollen clit. It wouldn’t be long before Maggie
reached her climax. If anyone had told her that one day she would end up in bed with
two gorgeous vampires, she would have laughed, but here she was. One vampire’s face
was buried between her legs, sucking on her clit as if it were the tastiest thing
there ever was, while the other vampire slowly bent over her body to take one dark,
blackberry-tinted nipple into his mouth. She almost felt like a porn star, except
she wasn’t faking it.

Maggie’s body shuddered at the overwhelming sensations that raged through her. “Oh,
God. I can take anymore!” she cried out, thinking she would die of pleasure, and what
a way to go. She cried out as GianMarco slid two long fingers into her wet channel.
His fingers were nearly as long as Eugene’s dick. If she had known it was possible
to experience this kind of pleasure, she would have left his tired ass a long time
ago. She felt cheated that she had lived so long without knowing this awesome bliss.

The warm sticky fluid of her passion coated his digits as GianMarco finger-fucked
her at a frenzied pace without lifting his mouth from her swollen clit. She tasted
so damn good. He could stay between her satiny thighs forever and never grow tired.
This was what he had needed and longed for. Nothing could compare with this exquisite
heat that generated from her dark juicy cunt.

Maggie bucked her hips against his face and fingers. He could tell she was just as
hot for him as he was for her. When GianMarco slid another finger into her sopping
hole, Maggie’s channel accommodated him.

“GianMarco!” She screamed his name, and he jammed his fingers harder into her. He
notice his brother sucking on her fat tits, something GianMarco planned to do later.
He and his brother worked together get her off and make this experience as pleasurable
as possible for her. It was almost torture for GianMarco to hold back but the sustaining
life essence from her juices made his fever bearable.

GianMarco could tell Maggie was near her peak by the way she writhed and shook uncontrollably.
He withdrew his fingers from her pussy, causing her to protest. “No, I need more!”

“Now you ache like I do.” GianMarco deliberately looked into her eyes as he inserted
his fingers into his mouth. He thought he would nearly pass out from the exotic, succulent
flavor of her. “Maggie, oh, God, you taste so fabulous.
Delizia.
” He lifted her hips to his face to feast on her juices as they leaked from her box.
A gush of nectar flowed from her honeyed channel. GianMarco became intoxicated from
her essence. Normally, he would have let his brother partake in the tasty treat of
a woman’s climax, but he wanted this treasure for himself.

The desire that had been building in the pit of her stomach spread throughout her
entire being. As GianMarco’s mouth pressed harder against her pussy, Dante sucked
even more voraciously on one nipple while pinching the other, causing Maggie’s body
to explode into such an intense climax that she lost her vision. She screamed her
release, and her body convulsed as if she were experiencing a seizure.

Maggie clamped her legs over GianMarco’s head as he devoured her. Dante gently grasped
her hand and guided it to his throbbing cock. She wrapped her fingers tentatively
around Dante’s thick rod. “Yes, that’s it,
piccola.
” Dante groaned as she gently pumped his cock in her fist.

She worked him steadily, picking up the pace until he continued to moan and groan.
Pre-cum dripped from his large cock head. Dante leaned over to give her a heated kiss
while his hands freely roamed her body. The sensual way in which he touched her evoked
another violent orgasm, causing Maggie to jerk down on the hard shaft in her hand
in a rough motion. Dante shuddered as he shot his seed over her body.

When Maggie released Dante’s cock, she felt too weak to move, and he pressed soothing
kisses against her face. “
Grazie, piccola,
I needed that,” Dante whispered against her lips.

Maggie gave him a weak smile. She didn’t realize that an orgasm could take so much
out of a person, and she had already experienced two.

GianMarco’s face was still buried in her pussy, sucking her dry. She was spent. Never
in her wildest dreams did she think that she could experience such a wild, ungovernable
passion that would leave her as weak as a kitten and yet crave more.

Maggie might have been exhausted, but the Grimaldi brothers were not. Not by a long
shot. GianMarco only seemed to be getting started. He lifted his blond head from her
honeyed warmth, smacking his lips. His gaze locked with Maggie’s as he moved to her
side. Dante pulled back slightly to sit at Maggie’s other side, taking a cue from
his brother.

GianMarco pulled Maggie against him and kissed her with a fire that had not been doused,
despite the fact that he had just spent a long time between her thighs. Maggie opened
her mouth to the insistent pressure of his tongue demanding entrance. The bittersweet
taste of herself on GianMarco’s lips was arousing.

She tangled her fingers in his hair and kissed him back with a hunger that equaled
his. He pushed Maggie onto her back before covering her body with his. The tumultuous
glow in his amber eyes sent uncontrollable shivers through her body. “Now, I am going
to give you the fucking of your life.” He dragged her legs apart again.

There was still a faint red tint to his eyes, and a wave of fear washed through her
at the thought of him sticking his larger-than-large cock into her.

Don’t be frightened, piccola.
Dante’s soothing voice touched her mind again. He leaned over to plant a light kiss
on her forehead.

Maggie cried out as she felt GianMarco’s thick, bulbous cockhead slide into her pussy.
He needed her too badly. “Forgive me,
ciccina mia
. I would have liked our first time together to be gentle and tender but this cannot
be helped.” And with that, he slammed into her to the hilt.

Maggie screamed, rolling her head back and forth. This hurt worse than the time she
had lost her virginity. She knew when she agreed to this there would be some degree
of pain because of the sheer size of him, but she didn’t realize the extent. “It hurts!
Take it out.”

“I can’t,” he responded, voice hoarse with desire. “You feel so good. So hot. So tight.
This pussy was meant for me. Maggie, I don’t want to hurt you but I can’t pull out.
I’m sorry.” He grimaced with a pain-like expression. Though she could hear the remorse
in his voice it didn’t matter if he intended to stay inside of her.