A Night at the Inn

by Cricketsong.1985

Adrian never expected Sypha and Trevor to invite him to join their relationship. After a night at an inn changes everything he's learning that there is more to life than defeating his father. This new mixture of awkwardness and self discovery has him learning to open up for the first time but setbacks along the way meet him at every turn. Threesome. Violence, gore & angst later. M.

21. Part Twenty-One

A/N:Well here is another 11k BEAST of a chapter in only a few days. This picks up immediately where the previous part left off and could not be broken up. Good for those of you who enjoy these long chapters!

This was written during a crazy heat wave and might all be a product of my poor melted brain flopping around on the keyboard. That being said I think it turned out nicely. I sincerely hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Happy reading!

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Part Twenty-One

Adrian sat rather stiffly as Trevor secured the blindfold over his eyes. He knew it must look silly but he supposed it didn't matter, it was only the three of them anyhow. He blinked experimentally and found that it effectively blocked his vision, even when his eyes were open behind the cloth. He noticed Trevor's scent right away, and found that the hunter had been right – it was oddly comforting and familiar, better than if they had found something from around the cottage which would smell foreign to him.

Even without his sight Adrian was not especially debilitated. His other senses were very acute; his hearing alone could serve him quite well in most things. What he couldn't hear he could smell or feel, and he was with the two people he trusted most in the world so he was able to relax without the need to keep alert for danger. Sypha's protective spells would give them warning if anything approached the cottage.

With that in mind, he allowed himself to take a few deep breaths, and to listen with renewed awareness to the room around him. Of course he was able to very clearly hear both Trevor and Sypha's hearts and their breathing, and he was enveloped in their scent. He also heard the fire quietly hissing and crackling a few feet away – it had burned low and it was about time to throw another log on. The wood was oak and hickory. The cabin itself had a number of creaks and groans that he hadn't noticed before; a shutter banging in the breeze, the patter of mice beneath the floor, one board that squeaked whenever Trevor shifted over top of it.

He startled when a pair of warm hands made contact with his shoulders. It was only Trevor, who settled behind him. The man's body was incredibly warm. He had one leg spread on either side of him, so Adrian was able to lean back against the strong planes of his chest. For the moment he stayed where he was and let them both shift and take the lead. Sypha crawled into his lap and placed his hands on her hips. Heat curled through him when he realized he could smell her sex between them. His hands on her hips tightened, his nostrils flaring slightly.

"What do I feel like Adrian?" she asked him, and he smoothed his palms slowly along her hips, up to her waist.

"Soft," he said in answer, his hands gripping her trim waist gently. "Warm."

Trevor's hands began to work his shoulders over his shirt. Strong fingers gripped his muscles, sliding along his back and climbing slowly higher to curl around the back of his neck and squeeze at the base of his skull. He sighed as the tension drained from his shoulders. He abandoned his worry over his scars in favour of being touched and touching them. With Sypha in his lap and Trevor behind him he felt wrapped in heat, and he heard one beating heart at his back and another in front of him, Sypha's pulse thrumming beneath his fingers all through her body.

"I think this was a good idea," Trevor's voice rumbled through him. He could smell the hunter's breath when he exhaled, familiar and laced with ale and their dinner.

"Hm," Adrian answered, melting into the hands that were now creeping into his hair, massaging his scalp like Sypha had a few days ago. It was no less effective at reducing him to mush this time around. It was perfect. He felt himself drifting, lulling and floating shapelessly between them.

Sypha's hands slipped down his chest and stomach. She slowly tugged up the hem of his shirt and touched his abdomen. He inhaled sharply, his belly tightening. He felt like his skin was extra sensitive, his whole body was alert and hyper aware. Somehow not being able to see Sypha's hands on him made the feeling of her touch more powerful. She began to work his shirt up a little at a time. Every few inches she rewarded him with her palms sliding along the newly exposed skin. It was hard to believe they were so warm; had Sypha and Trevor always been so warm? Had he always been able to smell their skin so acutely, and feel the throb of their pulses beneath? Trevor had a vaguely spicy, sharp sort of undertone that Adrian hadn't really thought about before, and Sypha smelled a bit like magic; it hovered around her and he could hardly believe he hadn't noticed it until now. Trevor's hands were deep in his hair now, raking over his scalp and making him groan and sag into him. Sypha had pulled his shirt nearly up to his breast. He knew she must be able to see several of the scars. He could feel her hands roving over them and he wanted to protest but it was difficult to find resistance when it felt so wonderful to be touched.

"Can I take your shirt off?" she asked him and he mumbled his assent. Trevor helped her, pulling it up from behind while she gripped the front and they eased it over his head. He lifted his arms like a child, obligingly letting them undress him. The open air was cool on his chest and he stiffened, realizing that he was now entirely exposed and they would be able to see everything clearly. He shifted, instinctively trying to cover himself.

"Don't look," he said with worry, his hands folding over his chest. He knew the marks were on his back too, and he pressed deeper against Trevor so he wouldn't be able to see them. The exploring hands stopped and instead he was wound into a hug from in front and behind, two heads tilting against his own and kissing him, Trevor's lips by his ear, and Sypha's on his cheek.

"You're beautiful," Sypha said to him gently as she pulled him into a tight embrace. "You don't need to hide from us."

"She's right," Trevor agreed. His beard scraped the skin just behind Adrian's ear, tickling him. "You're gorgeous. A few scars isn't going to change that."

He felt Sypha's breasts flattening against his chest, which was a considerable distraction. Her pulse right in front of his face was as well. He put his mouth on her before he thought about it, feeling the blood beneath her skin moving under his lips and tongue. His fangs woke up, twinging and aching suddenly. He was thirsty. And he could actually bite her. His body shuddered from head to toe at the realization that he could have her right now. He could taste her blood and it would be okay. It was ingrained habit to refuse his hunger so he closed his mouth and clenched his teeth tightly, trying to will his urges down to a more manageable level. Everything was very sensual and intimate right now and he didn't want to spoil it with his appetite. They were making progress. He was sitting between them and they could see every disfiguring mark and he hadn't descended into abject panic as of yet. Still, he felt Trevor stiffen slightly, perhaps realizing what he was experiencing, or at least feeling the way he was forcing his teeth together so he wouldn't be tempted to open his mouth again. It was hard to steer his thoughts away from feeding. Once he let himself seriously consider it his mind seemed to grab onto that theme and run with it.

Trevor's hands came over his shoulders, squeezing his upper arms. "Adrian, try to relax," he urged, rubbing up and down. The hands on him were so hot, and a bit rough, the sensation of them working along his arms helping marginally. Sypha withdrew from her tight hug and the throat against his face wasn't quite so close. He deflated, sighing and letting his jaw soften somewhat. His fangs still throbbed, but it was easier to remember himself without the temptation directly in front of him like it had been a moment ago.

Sypha took his hands and placed them over her breasts and he was amazed at the soft, heavy sensation of them. With the blindfold removing his vision they seemed larger in his hands. He squeezed them experimentally and she made a small noise of enjoyment; he could hear her smiling.

"Its fucking hot watching you touch her like that," Trevor said from behind him, his hand joining Adrian's over one of her breasts. They kneaded and played with it together, Trevor gripping her a bit harder and eliciting and little twitch from her hips. Her core grew hotter, her scent a little stronger in his lap. He was beginning to get hard, and so was Trevor. He could feel the hunter's organ growing firm and pressing into his low back. He liked the way Trevor's hand covered his. He slid his fingers to her nipple. It was soft at first but he rolled his fingers over the small bud and felt it tighten and spring up, hardening as he brushed his thumb over it. Now it was jutting proudly forwards and the small ring of flesh around it was shrunken and more textured. The tiny bumps and dimples of her aureola were usually negligible but he felt them now, each small detail revealing itself under his fingertips. Trevor pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and she made an encouraging noise, a small groan that rumbled in her chest and vibrated through her throat.

Adrian couldn't believe how many small things he was noticing, and how everything seemed more intense than it usually did. All of his instincts were waking up, coming to the fore. Not only those that urged him to feed, but also his normal male desires for pleasure and physical contact. He wanted to touch every part of them, to taste them and bury himself against their bodies. He wanted to be even closer, and they were already wrapped around him from both directions. He left Trevor to play with Sypha's breasts so he could slide his hands around her torso to her back. He followed the long planes of the erector muscles which hugged her spine, each bump of vertebrae leading him along the column until his hands were at the base of her skull and slipping into her short curls. Even her hair felt different – more. The strands were soft and dry, light between his fingers. He traced around the lobes of her ears, which made her suck in a breath sharply then let it out slowly, her body slackening in his lap, her legs splaying a bit wider as she relaxed. He traced the line of her jaw and slowly brought her face towards his own.

The heat of her skin rolled over his face, along with her breath and the scent of her mouth and hair. He wanted to kiss her, but he was absorbed also in feeling each part of her, slowly tracing her cheeks with his thumbs, the delicate brush of her eyelashes tickling him when she blinked. He dragged his thumb over the full curve of her lower lip then she surprised him by sucking it into her mouth. It was hot and wet around his cool skin. Her dull teeth closed playfully over his digit and the flat part of her tongue laved it curiously. He could even determine the unusual texture of her taste buds sliding over his skin. Her canines protruded slightly – not like his own but still pointed – and they nipped his thumb and flooded his mind with distracting thoughts of biting her. He withdrew his thumb from her mouth, finding his own parched and dry suddenly. He eased her a few inches further from him, swallowing carefully. His teeth felt sharper, and the distraction of her pulse was once more loud in his ears.

Trevor had been watching them with his chin over Adrian's shoulder and his hands working over Sypha's breasts. Now he placed his palms on Adrian's chest and opened his mouth over the curve of his left shoulder. His awareness of texture and temperature was amplified – Trevor's lips on his cooler flesh were rough and very warm, a sensation mirrored by the hands on his chest. The dull scrape of human teeth made Adrian gasp sharply and the wet attention of Trevor's tongue was enough to send gooseflesh in a wave along his arms and neck. The hunter sucked at his skin intently, nipping him harder. Adrian knew he had a penchant for using his teeth, he had never been shy about it. Presently it was having an unusually powerful effect and rousing his instincts beyond what he was comfortable with. It seemed everything was having that effect, actually. The heat of their bodies was nearly overwhelming on its own, but combined with the sensation of being touched it was provoking his desire for blood. He wished he could simply shut it off, but as he grew more relaxed and aroused between his human partners he was finding that it was resurfacing over and over beyond his control. Control was something he spent so much time perfecting and he worried it might be dashed in an instant if he allowed himself to give in. He wished he knew how to explain what he was feeling so they could understand. He wanted so badly to be close to them like this. He was braving his fears by taking full advantage of the blindfold Trevor had suggested, however he was being distracted from this very important intimacy despite his best efforts.

Trevor's hands were forcibly working his pectorals, short nails dragging along his flesh. Adrian liked that very much; his skin was incredibly sensitive but it was also quite tough and he appreciated the coarser handling. He still had some tender patches around his right shoulder and arm from the night creature's fire burning him earlier. Trevor was avoiding that area, but he was manhandling everywhere else. Adrian sank back into the firm chest behind him and let Trevor work him. He tried to let himself simply relax – the strong hands kneading his muscles were wonderful. His mouth fell open and he groaned, realizing Sypha's hands had joined Trevor's on his body, once more sliding over his stomach. Her fingers traced the edge of his hip, tugging at his waistband. He was running out of room in his breeches and removing them was sounding like a very good idea. His head tipped back against Trevor's muscled shoulder. He turned it towards his neck, kissing him and tasting sweat and salt on his skin. He could smell the blood just beneath that. That spicy, sharp tang that was uniquely Trevor filled his senses. He could feel and hear every breath the hunter drew, and the way his chest expanded with it. Each beat of his heart was a powerful drumming at his back, a distracting rhythm which was hard to ignore. As the minutes passed that sound was taking up more and more space in his head. He could literally feel Trevor's pulse through his hands, his wrists, and loudly in his neck – it was too much. It was becoming almost suffocating to feel so many things at once and to also contend with his mounting thirst. He shook his head, twisting his face away from Trevor's neck.

"S-stop," he panted in a voice that was suspiciously close to a growl, sitting up straighter to put some space between he and Trevor's bodies. He picked Sypha easily off of him, grasping her hips and setting her down beside him as though she weighed no more than a doll. The impossible heat between her legs had been pressing on his thighs deliciously. He was incredibly curious about her body and wanted very much to touch her, taste her, maybe even feel inside her eventually, but at the moment he thought he might burst if he had to endure more sensory stimulation. He pulled Trevor's hands off of him as well and scooted out from between his legs, taking a moment to try and breathe. He planted his hands on the bedding and leaned forward. He was trembling. He was salivating, his fangs hypersensitive just like every other part of him. Just the air moving along them was too much. He closed his mouth and swallowed, breathing hard through his nose, but then their scents invaded him and he ended up burying his face in his hands and curling forward, resting his forehead in the blankets. It was too warm. He wished for something cold – that always seemed to calm him down – but short of fleeing into the night there was nothing cold to be had.

Trevor's hand came to rest gently on his knee and he jumped at the touch. "What is it?" he asked, voice gruff with desire but also belying his concern.

Adrian couldn't bring himself to speak just yet. He gripped the blanket tightly and worked to calm his overexcited body. How was he ever going to do this? Maybe he couldn't. They'd lain together many times before, been naked, touched one another, and he had thoroughly enjoyed himself. He had been fine, if nervous over new experiences. His instincts had been provoked by the intimacy but he had never allowed his hunger to gain a foothold. Not an inch. He hadn't really even thought about it. But now there was so much more happening. His feelings for them were much stronger. There was a lot of anxiety over the coming battle with his father. And of course he knew that sooner or later he was going to drink from Sypha, and he couldn't stop thinking about it. Everything was more intense right now. He felt like one of the metal cables that transferred electric energy in the castle – charged and conducting everything through his body. He was different, changed by the events of the past weeks, and he was damned thirsty tonight as well. He was so accustomed to hiding that, pushing it down, ignoring it. It refused to be ignored right now. He couldn't lay with them and pretend he wasn't completely preoccupied with it. All of their discussions about blood drinking and hunger and instincts were flooding his mind. The memory of Sypha cradled in his lap with her neck stretched invitingly beneath his teeth. The horrible conversation where he had revealed far more to them than he had to anyone in his life. Trevor's admittance that he was scared but willing to trust Adrian despite his personal experiences. The heightened sensations of each of them touching him while his eyes were covered. He sat up slowly, aware of them both watching him even though he was still blindfolded. He debated whether he should remove the cloth from his eyes. It had been working perfectly to keep him from seeing the marks on himself, but it was obviously contributing to the greater issue at hand.

"Just… give me a moment," he managed, curling his hands into his own hair and trying to stop his heart from beating a hole through his chest. Trevor's hand was still on his knee. Sypha was beside him. She tried to tug one his his hands out of his hair but he was rigid. She couldn't move him.

"You can talk to us," Sypha said beside him, opting to stroke his hair because he wouldn't let her take his hand. "Is it the scars? Are you uncomfortable?"

Trevor squeezed his knee. "Tell us what you need," he said quietly, perhaps struggling with the tenderness a bit when it didn't come to him easily.

He had to say something. Anything. He needed to find his voice and be honest with them. He gripped his hair so hard he felt like he might yank it out by the roots. His body was wound tight, like a coiled spring. He was sure he must feel like stone under their fingertips. He stayed in that position for a moment, not breathing at all, not moving. Sypha kept petting his hair. Finally he took a shuddering breath and allowed himself to sit up. He pushed the blindfold up and pulled it off. "Everything is very intense with this," he said quietly, opening his eyes. He squinted in the dim light in the room. He knew his sclerae were entirely red and his irises were luminous and also tinged red. "I can smell everything, hear everything. Its overwhelming."

"You don't have to wear it," Sypha said to him, taking it from his hand to set out of the way. "It was just an experiment." She smiled at him and kissed his cheek. He met her eyes, and was reminded instantly of how they had been tucked together in the Hold when she told him she wanted him to drink from her. He could hear her words in his mind as clearly as if she was saying them right now. I trust you Adrian. I know you won't hurt me. I want you to drink my blood. She was wearing the same expression: open, loving, curious. Her hand trailed through his hair and down the side of his face. "Are you thirsty Adrian?"

Yes. YES! His mind practically shouted. He had to carefully swallow back the saliva that was filling his mouth and nearly dripping from his fangs. They were tingling in anticipation. He felt it up through his jaw into his head, a pressure behind his eyes and in his ears. He nodded, his face burning in embarrassment. No matter how much they had discussed it it was still awkward to admit in front of them. They were human; it was simply not within their biology to crave what he craved. He could explain it a million ways but they would never feel what he felt. Further to that it had been so long since he'd allowed himself to consume human blood that he was out of practice where being gentle was concerned. He wasn't used to being considerate with his meal. And he couldn't reconcile Sypha with a meal. That was horrible. That was the wrong way to look at it. She was a person whom he cherished, not a wild animal. He had to be very careful and try to minimize her discomfort. If he frightened her then Trevor would probably kill him. Perhaps it was a good thing that he was only hungry and not starving. It would make that much easier.

Sypha favoured him with the softest look, her large eyes hooded and smiling. "You can bite me, I want you to."

His breath hitched. He couldn't help it. He shuddered, his whole body coiling with anticipation and excitement. He struggled with himself. He hadn't wanted this evening to be about blood and thirst. He wanted intimacy. Somehow those things were getting twisted up together for him. He frowned. "This isn't the way tonight was supposed to go. I just wanted to be close to you both. I did not intend-" he broke off mid-sentence, trying not to openly stare at the network of veins and arteries beneath her pale flesh. It was hypnotic, the way he could literally hear her blood coursing beneath the surface. He found himself picking out all the best places to sink his teeth in, thinking of the way it would spurt hot into his mouth, coat his tongue and stain his lips. She was still naked, which gave him a view of less common places to bite, such as her inner thigh. God he could smell her still, how magnificent it would be to bury his face there and drink from her and be so close to her sex. He'd never even touched her there before. Never touched any woman that way. But God, somehow he knew it would be extraordinary.

He raked his hands through his hair, pulling away from her. He thought he might be losing himself. He sought out Trevor's face, his hand. He slipped his fingers into the hunter's and gripped desperately, meeting his eyes. Crimson bored into icy blue. Trevor studied him for a silent moment, then slipped closer to wind an arm around Adrian's shoulders and pull him tightly against his side. "Adrian you have to relax. You're shaking."

"I'm trying," he growled, fangs bared. No. That wasn't fair to them, they were being unnecessarily obliging and he had spent far too much energy insisting that he was in control of himself to behave this way. He wouldn't debase himself or his word by losing his composure. These people were his world. He loved them. It was an honour to be offered Sypha's blood and he would treat it as such. Yes, it was overwhelming. Yes his body was thrumming with expectation. He wasn't shaking from nerves or worry. He was trembling with excitement because every fiber of his being wanted this so fucking badly. He was nearly drooling. But he was more than this hunger and he knew it. He had denied himself for a decade out of sheer willpower and he wasn't going to let all of that crumble to dust before them.

He closed his eyes and took a careful, steadying breath. He forced himself to relax, to remember what was important. "I'm sorry," he said to Trevor, tipping their heads together. "I didn't mean to snap at you."

Trevor nodded against him, his arm tightening over his shoulders. He shifted so they were looking at one another, studying him for a moment. He thought that some of the red might have faded, that perhaps he looked a little more like himself now. Trevor cupped Adrian's face, his thumb stroking along his cheek. "I know," he said quietly, kissing him with unprecedented tenderness and holding his gaze. "I know this is a big deal for you. But I think you've spent long enough denying yourself Adrian. There's a fucking gorgeous woman sitting naked in front of us and she just asked you to bite her. And uh… I think you'd better do what she says. You know she can set people on fire, right?" Trevor grinned, and it was clear that this was his way of giving his blessing. Adrian knew Trevor was still wildly uncomfortable with this entire scenario but it was very clear that he had been truthful when he said his trust was greater than his fear, or he would never have allowed any of this without a fight.

It felt surreal. He nodded numbly, flicking his eyes back to the little sorceress who had been patiently giving him the time he needed to sort himself out. She was kneeling with her legs tucked under her, the fire glowing orange and red behind her, making her look very much like she was sitting in a nest of flames. It painted her copper hair a deep red ochre. Her eyes shone brightly, the whites gleaming in her shadowed face, the blue a sharp contrast to all the warm tones. Her skin was perfect, smooth and white. She looked ethereal to Adrian. He was already moving towards her soundlessly, gathering her in his arms and pulling her into his lap.

He cradled her and smoothed her hair from her face, searching her eyes for any trace of doubt. "Sypha are you certain you want this? It will hurt," he said, giving her another chance to back out. He had gained a hold over his intense desire in Trevor's

arms but he knew that once he relaxed that control again he would have a very hard time reigning it in a second time.

She leaned up and kissed him slowly, sending electric tingles along his skin and making goosebumps spring up all over the back of his neck and arms. "I'm sure. I want it. Its alright Adrian." She let her hand trace along his cheek once more. "You can bite me."

He was touching her greedily then, his fingers dragging along her cheek, tracing the swell of her lower lip which he always found beautiful. He stroked her chin and finally let himself look at the slender column of her throat, graceful and sweeping. The tendon on the side joined the bump of her clavicle, the juncture there one of the most alluring places to him where several large vessels passed close beneath the skin, the arteries branching off from her heart and the blood there rich in oxygen, which was most desirable. An artery always tasted better than a vein, although he would not complain to have either. He could not suppress a shiver of anticipation, his finger slowly sliding along the path of the vessels in her neck, his eyes clouding entirely with red until the scelrae were once more completely crimson and his irises were luminous red. She watched him quietly, studying the changes that came over him as he allowed himself to relax his hold over his instincts. This was new for him as well – he had never had a willing donor before. He had never bitten anyone who wasn't afraid of him or too far out of their mind to care. It was fascinating to study her this way, knowing that it was okay and he could take his time and satisfy his own curiosity entirely. He leaned in to breathe her scent, sighing in pleasure against her, his nose and mouth pressed into her throat. He wrapped his arms around her and simply held her for a time. He felt her fingers in his hair, listened to the sound of her breath and her blood singing to him. His thirst was growing stronger as he allowed himself these temptations, his body veritably screaming at him to take what it had needed for such a long time. He didn't want to rush, but he didn't think he could resist much longer.

He was vaguely aware of Trevor moving somewhere beside him, crawling a bit closer and peering at them. His heart was quick – he was probably nervous, uncomfortable with the way Adrian was stroking Sypha, smelling and nuzzling her throat, but he wasn't protesting and he hadn't left entirely, which surprised him. He didn't expect that the hunter would want to watch, but he wasn't in a position to refuse him if that's what he chose to do. After so much tension and conflict surrounding this act, he had every right to be present for it.

Adrian's own breath had quickened, his heart thundering, his teeth exquisitely sensitive. He dared to open his mouth over Sypha's throat, allowing himself to kiss her skin and taste it with the tip of his tongue. The steady thump of her pulse on his lips was pulling him in, making it hard to hear anything else. The sound her blood made rushing along inside her was one of the most tempting things, the awareness of movement and pressure that would make it spurt into his mouth a siren's song to his senses. He moaned against her, his body tightening, crushing her small frame closer, selfishly gathering her to himself. His hair swept around them in a blonde curtain. He withdrew so he could meet her eyes once more, seeing only affection and certainty in her gaze. He closed his mouth over hers, claiming her with a bruising kiss. He saw her eyes widen in surprise as he purposely nipped her lip, red welling up from the small point where his fang raked along the inside of it.

He felt every part of him glow with heat and want at the small taste of her. He made a second wound on her tongue before he thought about it, her body jerking rigidly at the painful sensation of his tooth slicing sharply along the underside of the organ. Her mouth filled with blood and he growled softly into her with pleasure. His grip on her was tight, his mouth sealing over hers, sucking her blood from her tongue and lips while he kissed her ever more deeply, possessively. He broke the kiss after several long moments, panting against her, his cheeks flushed, both their mouths stained red. She was trying to catcher her breath, but had the wherewithal to give him a small smile and put her hand around the back of his neck to let him know she was alright. He could smell her blood on her exhales and it sent a thrill through him to see the way it painted her lips and stained her teeth red. It was incredibly erotic. She was still bleeding into her mouth and he bent once more to suck it away with another kiss before she was forced to swallow it.

This was far beyond what he had fantasized about and he'd barely tasted her yet. His body was brimming, teeming with excitement, stimulation and energy. He felt strong, he was buzzing. He was joyful already at the few tiny mouthfuls of her he'd managed. This was nothing like animal blood, it tasted so much fuller, it was so much more. He didn't want to let her go but he thought it might be more comfortable for her if he laid her out on the blankets and let her head rest on a pillow. In a moment, when he could bring himself to release her from his arms long enough to shift their positions. The wound on her tongue was deep enough to still be bleeding freely. He would need to ensure it slowed if he wanted to try a real bite somewhere else. He kissed her again, losing himself once more in the taste and heat of her, his body arching around her, caging her in. When he broke to let her breathe next he laid his cheek to hers, hiding his face against her hair and ear. He kissed the cartilage and she shivered at the feeling of his lips brushing her, his breath soft on the shell of her ear.

"Adrian," she whispered and he stiffened, withdrawing from her and catching her eyes in his own, questioning. He hoped she wasn't disgusted by the smears of red along his mouth and chin, staining his teeth, or the way his eyes were entirely enveloped in red and his aura glowed faintly around him. She'd seen these things before, but it hadn't been her blood then. He pleaded fervently but silently that she wasn't going to ask him to stop. He suddenly wondered if he shouldn't have simply taken her throat straight away, perhaps this was too much and he'd been too indulgent.

But she didn't seem to have more to say, she'd only wanted him to look at her, to get his attention. She smiled at him, her hand on his neck pulling him down against her again. She kissed him this time, pushing her tongue into his mouth and allowing him to suck away the blood that had collected there. It was slowing now, no longer bleeding so freely into her mouth. The tongue was a tricky spot, it was quite vascular and could bleed a lot from a small wound, especially if the larger vessels that ran through it were damaged. Fortunately he had avoided them and the flow was more a sluggish oozing now. Sypha released him from her kiss, breathless, her chest rising and pressing against him with each inspiration. She was flushed, her cheeks bright, her body slicked in a fine sheen of perspiration. She curled her fingers in his hair and rested her head on his shoulder, taking a moment to gather herself. When she looked up at him she wasn't breathing so hard, but she was still glowing and smiling at him.

Adrian scooped her up easily – she was all but weightless to him. He laid her down on her back in their soft nest, gingerly placing her head on a pillow and easing her from his grasp. He crawled over her, nipping at her mouth and leaving one small new puncture, just enough to colour her lips with red when he kissed her. He loved the way she looked with her mouth stained like that. It was delectable. He trailed his hand along her body, down her neck, between her breasts and along her stomach to the juncture of her legs, his fingers sliding over the soft nest of curls there. She was slick, a small darkened patch of moisture at her center. The scent was arousal and raw sexuality, but at present he was far more interested in picking an artery to open and finally satisfying himself. The small bites to her lip and tongue were essentially feeding foreplay, and he was ravenously hungry now. His head fairly spun with the intensity of it. He caught sight of Trevor beside him, watching him. He'd all but forgotten about him until this moment.

"Trevor I want you too," Sypha insisted, grabbing the hunter's hand and tugging him closer. The idea of sharing her – even with their other partner – seemed hard to wrap his head around. He fought the desire to growl, which would be deeply counterproductive. He was at a loss. He looked back at Sypha, trying to pull himself together enough to think of something other than ravishing her and sinking his teeth into her. He would be willing to admit that his higher faculties were somewhat secondary to his baser instincts at present. He tried to cover her body possessively with his own, looming over her and planting his hands on either side of her. He leaned down to take her mouth again and she put a hand on his chest, gently pressing to stop him. It would be ridiculously easy to simply grab her hand and pin it out of the way, but he wasn't so lost that he would force her. He resisted the urge to snarl in frustration. He couldn't take this. It would be cruel to be forced to stop now when he had already worked himself up this way. She offered him a small reassurance, stroking his cheek. "Its alright, we don't have to stop. I just want Trevor to be part of this, even if he just holds my hand," she said by way of explanation.

"I can do that Syph," Trevor said carefully from beside them, squeezing her fingers. Adrian stared at their hands for a long moment, his reddened eyes flicking up to meet Trevor's. The hunter was showing a great deal of trust and tolerance at the moment and it would hardly help anything to tear his arm off of Sypha or snatch her up and spirit her away to somewhere more private. He let his gaze linger on Trevor's mouth. Maybe it would be easier to include him. He leaned towards him, nosing his cheek gently and seeking a kiss.

"Uh… shit Adrian, you've got a little- you know…" he gestured around his own lips, squirming. Adrian stilled, pulling back.

Sypha sat up, looking between them. She then bent towards Trevor and kissed him very deliberately, opening her mouth against his and making sure Adrian could see their tongues touching. Trevor's eyes fell shut, his hand curling into her hair and pulling her against him. When they broke apart he was breathing hard, and Sypha grinned. "Now you two," she urged, gesturing between them. Trevor whined.

"Syph he's got blood on his mouth."

"So do you," she said sweetly. Trevor's eyes widened and he touched his fingertips to his mouth. They came away red. He looked between them nervously. Adrian seized the moment and quickly captured Trevor's mouth in his own, lapping away the traces of Sypha's blood before dipping his tongue into the hunter's heat and kissing him more thoroughly. He felt the exact moment when Trevor went from resisting to giving in. He softened and let Adrian pull him closer, exploring his mouth, his lips. He dared to run his tongue along the flat face of one fang, but he was obviously still nervous about being bitten and Adrian made no move to try it. This was enough. This was a lot for Trevor, more than he had expected, certainly. He released him slowly, and as an afterthought, snatched his hand and popped his two bloodied fingertips into his mouth, sucking them clean. That seemed to have a profound effect on Trevor, who's eyes went wide at the sight of Adrian sucking his fingers clean. He inhaled sharply and Adrian laid his hand back in his lap, returning his attention to Sypha, who had resumed her comfortable position laying down.

She seemed very content to have them both with her, and she favoured Adrian with a relaxed smile. "Where do you want to bite me Adrian?" she asked him. His heart quickened. He searched along her body, his eyes lingering on her throat, which was the most obvious and traditional location. He eyed her arm, there were several possible places there, her wrist, inside her elbow, and inside the upper arm. The fact that he could do this – look over her naked body and pick a place to feed from – was awe-inspiring. His eyes crawled across her porcelain skin, considering her breast for a moment then dipping low, between her legs. He was so curious about that part of her, so drawn to it. He traced his finger along her creamy inner thigh, resting it over the most shallow part of the large artery there. He returned his gaze to hers. She nodded to him.

The excitement returned in full force as he lowered himself between her legs, gently easing them apart. His hand was nearly trembling against her. He spread it flat on the blankets to try and steady himself, exploring the expanse of flesh with his nose and lips. The scent of her sex was strongest here. It hung around him, adding something extra to the entire scene. It was the bridge between their intimacy and his hunger. This was Sypha, whom he loved, and who was freely giving this to him. If he could manage to be gentle, maybe it wouldn't hurt her too much. Maybe she would like it? Perhaps that was wishful thinking; he would settle for her not being terrified. His teeth were quite literally pulsing now, with each beat of his heart he felt them throb, his jaw muscles tight and ready. This was a large vessel, and if he tore too large a hole she could well bleed out on him before he realized it.

He couldn't wait anymore. He opened his mouth over her and carefully pressed his fangs into the place where he felt her pulse most strongly, every part of him honed specifically to do this one thing which he had denied himself for far too long. The small taste he'd already had was working through him and all he could think was that he wanted more.

"Ah!" Sypha squeaked in surprise and tensed in pain when the two needle sharp points pierced her. Her free hand sought out his hair and gripped it tightly and he knew it must hurt a great deal to endure his fangs. For him it was glorious, the prick that actually broke her open and the fleshy sensation of his teeth sinking in to their full depth, through the skin and fat and into the heat of her artery. It was wonderful not to be met with a mouthful of fur and instead to have the two places where his fangs penetrated well up with heat and the richness of her blood, full of magic and her own personal scent and taste. He slid a hand up her body to grasp at her hip in a way he hoped was reassuring as he carefully eased his teeth free of the wounds and closed his lips over them to drink. He nearly panicked at the intense flow and the way it filled his mouth, worrying he might have done too much damage and she could bleed out. She whimpered when he removed his fangs, tightening all over and shifting uncomfortably in pain. Her hand sought his out, gripping his fingers tightly, her own trembling. He squeezed her hand back, trying to remember that this wouldn't feel nearly as gratifying to her as it did to him. She was enduring this for him; she wanted it because she cared about him, not because she wanted him to rip her open with his mouth.

He was already feeling an incredible vitality and strength coursing through his being He was greedily swallowing now, the heady mouthfuls instantly bringing a flushed heat to his whole body, far greater than anything he'd experienced from an animal's blood. Truthfully, he'd never felt anything like this. Perhaps it was because she was magical, or because she had given herself freely, or maybe it was that he cared so deeply for her. He didn't know. He was certain only that it was the greatest thing he had ever tasted in his short life, and that he wanted more.

She began to relax beneath him as he swallowed her down, her body shifting under him, her legs spreading open, a pleasured groan working its way through her. He was relieved to know that it wasn't entirely horrible, and that he was able to make her feel good now that the initial pain had passed. He had his lips secured tightly around the two wounds so he could suck at her flesh in a way that was sure to leave a bruised hickey when he finished. He could hear himself swallowing, gulping, breathing through his nose between mouthfuls so he could take in more of her heady scent. The flow began to subside, allowing him to lave the area with his tongue and examine the already dark bruise he'd made on her. He silently gloated at the thought of his mark on her after he finished – she would be forced to wear it until it healed.

The flow was slowing. He didn't want to take a chance that he might take more than she could give, so he didn't suck hard and longer, only pulling what flowed easily from the two punctures. Her body would soon begin to mend itself, and he could help her along if she wasn't clotting in a minute or two by using a tiny drop of his own blood and licking her wounds closed. Some selfish part of him hoped he didn't need to – he wanted to see his mark on her. He was so focused on her safety and well being that he missed the way she was looking down at him along her body with a flushed smile, and the way Trevor was watching both of them with affection and worry, petting her hair and squeezing her hand and studying Adrian as he mouthed her lovingly. Finally he was lapping at the two holes less urgently, catching what spilled out and allowing himself to peer up at her and see if she was alright.

"Adrian," she said, breathless. When he saw her he was nearly overcome, suddenly possessed of an intense gratitude and elation. He swiped his tongue over the bite mark once more, satisfied that it was beginning to clot, and he crawled up her body and draped himself over her, wrapping her in his arms.

"Thank you Sypha," he said to her, nuzzling against her and kissing her throat gently. He left a red smear where his lips touched her, which he quickly cleaned with his tongue. He saw that she still had her own blood around her lips as well so he carefully lapped it away before it could fully dry, leaving her skin fresh and pink.

"You're welcome Adrian," she said, smoothing her hand along his hair contentedly when he was finished.

There was a lot going on for him at the moment. He wanted to be certain she was alright, and he was excited to ask what she was feeling. She was clearly affected, her eyes half-lidded and dreamy, her legs clenching together slightly when he shifted against her body. He was nearly vibrating with the sudden influx of blood, feeling it sweep through him in a veritable wave. He knew already that it was healing him, he could feel the burns on his shoulder prickling and itching and he thought the scars might be healing as well, if not disappearing entirely. He was more and more energized, so much so that he found it difficult to lay still – he wanted to run, fight, do something – he felt like he was suddenly possessed of a boundless energy he hadn't known in many years. He'd nearly forgotten what it felt like to be full and sated like this. It was a contradictory sensation to want to laze and sleep and hold her while he was concurrently ready to run a marathon. His body seemed not to know what to do with itself. And then he felt something that he recognized immediately but had nearly forgotten – his magic returning to him like a crackling flame welling in his stomach, warm and powerful and suddenly there again when it had been gone for so long.

He didn't know what to do in that moment. He wanted to cuddle with Sypha, to touch her and reassure himself that she was alright, kiss her mouth again and stroke her hair, but he was nearly vibrating and it was impossible to lay still. He felt torn; he was being pulled in too many directions. He sat up quickly, stretching his fingers then curling them into fists, then studying his hands sort of helplessly before looking at Trevor as though he had the answers. Trevor was sitting beside Sypha and running his hand through her hair. He'd been quietly watching them the whole time, giving Sypha reassuring squeezes with his hand, but allowing them to share the act together without his interference. He raised a brow at Adrian's fidgeting.

"What?" the dhampir asked, squirming under the scrutiny.

"Adrian are you… high? Did her blood fuck you up?" he said with a grin growing on his lips.

"I… don't know?" Adrian said haltingly, blinking and hopping to his feet too quickly for Trevor to track. "I'm- I have a lot of energy right now," he paced around, wandering to the kitchen and picking up his teacup from earlier, setting it down and doing another lap around the cottage. He put a log on the fire and sat in one of the comfortable chairs, his leg bouncing. He was very aware of Trevor watching him, and of Sypha smiling at the way he couldn't seem to contain himself.

"Maybe its my magic," she suggested, stretching and yawning. "Can you bring me some water?"

Adrian sprang to his feet in an instant, flashing to the kitchen to pour her a cup of water. He appeared at her side faster than either of them could see, crouching down and offering her the cup. "I'm sorry Sypha, are you alright? Are you dizzy? Do you feel okay?" he said in a rush.

She laughed, slowly sitting up. "I'm fine, just a little lightheaded. I'm sure that's normal. A bit of sleep and I should be as good as new. I'm actually more interested in hearing how you are feeling."

"Uhm..." Adrian wanted to say he was 'fine' but he was really not sure just yet. He thought the surge of energy must be from his full power returning so suddenly. He hoped it would dissipate soon. The other possibility was as she had said – her magic could be having an effect – but he doubted it. If mage blood was something special, then vampires would have made a point of hunting them down for it and he knew of no such thing. "I feel… good. Really good. Strong. I forgot what this was like," he trailed off, looking at his hand. He could feel power surging in him. It was so strange to be able to sense the part of his magic that had been locked away. He had retained some of it the entire time – he could always shape shift, use his speed, levitate – but there were things that were lost to him which he sensed would be in his grasp again. Perhaps not the best things to practice in a house made of wood, seeing as the majority of what he'd lost was based in fire and it had been a very long time since he'd used any of it. He could hardly sit still at the moment – he doubted he would have much control if he attempted to try any spells. That would definitely be an outside activity. He lowered his hand and looked at Sypha and Trevor. He blushed, realizing they were both watching him go through a very odd experience. He could feel his face burning. Actually he felt like everything on him was warm, hot even, which was a strange thing, since he was usually somewhere in the 'tepid' range. He was completely flushed, like a human who had just run a mile. He was even sweating. His hair was sticking to the back of his neck.

"Your eyes," Sypha said to him, holding her arm out in a beckoning gesture. She wanted him closer. He wanted that too.

"What's wrong with my eyes?" he asked, his hands going to his face as if he might be able to feel what was different. He knew they weren't red anymore, his thirst had been entirely satisfied and was sleeping soundly somewhere inside him.

"They're glowing," Trevor said before Sypha could answer. "Your irises are glowing gold. With a little ring of red around the edges. Also, you should wash your face."

"My- oh," he realized that he probably looked a sight still, evidence of his recent activities likely drying around his mouth and on his chin. He'd licked Sypha thoroughly clean already but he had forgotten himself. He'd been trying not to make too much of a mess, but with the bloody kissing he'd gotten a bit carried away. His fingers went to his lips, remembering those kisses. His body tightened at the mere thought of them. Sypha's blood was incredible, so complex and rich – he couldn't wait to taste it again. And that wasn't the only thing he wanted to taste. If he hadn't been so worried for her and so overwhelmed by her blood he would have bravely buried his face between her legs and finally satisfied his curiosity about the warm wet place there which smelled intoxicating and made him hard just by its proximity. He glanced quickly at the pair snuggled together in the blankets nest, both naked and watching him with amusement and affection. He blinked. Sorry," he said, realizing he'd spaced out for nearly a minute with his fingers at his lips, lost in thought. He shifted and found that he was getting an erection as well. Trevor was smirking at him knowingly. He turned from them, leaning his hands on the table and taking a steadying breath.

He was all over the place. He couldn't focus on any one thing and everything was both overwhelming and distracting at once. It would pass, he was sure of it, but he didn't know how long it would take.

"Come here," came Trevor's voice from beside him. He stood and turned, and Trevor slipped a hand over his shoulder and around his back. He was pulled into a tight hug against the hunter's well-muscled body. He curled closer to him, letting Trevor squeeze him with both arms wrapped around his torso. A hand slid into his hair, stroking it. He rested his head on the broad shoulder, closing his eyes and inhaling the familiar scent of Trevor's skin. The hand that wasn't in his hair slid to the small of his back, pulling him closer. It was wonderful to be pressed so tightly to him. All of this was wonderful. He just felt so good. Whole. Happy.

Trevor relaxed his hold, but kept one arm around his waist. "Lets get you cleaned up," he said, ushering him around the side of the table to the kitchen area. Adrian obligingly leaned against the counter and Trevor dipped a clean towel in a basin of water, handing it to him. "Wipe your face," he instructed, and it was clear that he was taking charge because Adrian was too scattered to do it himself. He cleaned his face with the towel, eyeing the pink colour that stained it when he withdrew it from his skin. Trevor wet the towel again and he made a second pass. He was inspected and deemed appropriately clean. Trevor set the towel on the counter and grabbed his hand, leading him back to their bed. The fire was dancing now from the log he'd added, casting wavering shadows across the whole cottage. They flickered over Sypha's skin. She was on her side, her head propped on her hand. She had one leg straight and the other bent. Adrian could see the marks from his teeth on the inside of her thigh. His gaze lingered on them, a flare of possessiveness and pleasure seizing him at the sight. There was a small amount of blood beginning to scab over and some dark bruising blooming around each mark, but overall it looked pretty clean. He'd been careful. She didn't look like any worse for wear. He really had not taken that much of her blood, certainly nowhere near enough to put her in any danger.

"Adrian," Trevor interrupted his thoughts and he glanced at the hunter guiltily. He'd forgotten himself again and had been standing awkwardly over Sypha, staring at her leg. Trevor was smiling affectionately at him. "Jesus you really are a little high, aren't you," he accused with obvious humour. Adrian gulped.

"It will wear off," he said by way of apology. "I think its because I went so long without. Everything is just… a lot."

"Well, I know you aren't tired, but we are, and I have a feeling we are going to have a busy day tomorrow. Why don't you try to lay down, even if you can't sleep. Sypha needs to recover her strength, and I'm tired as shit."

Sypha shifted over, making space for Adrian in the middle of the nest. He crouched to crawl in, but Trevor's hand on his back stopped him. He stood back up, giving him a questioning look.

Trevor hooked his finger in the waist of Adrian's breeches. "Maybe take these off?" he suggested, and Adrian met his eyes, seeing the desire there, smouldering just behind that clear hard blue. "Its got to be horrible to sleep in leather pants," he said with a crooked smirk. "And they are so fucking tight I don't know how you even move in them."

Adrian laughed at that. "I like tight pants," he said, his fingers starting to work the strings of his fly. "They keep everything from moving around."

"That sounds awful," Trevor said skeptically. "There is nothing worse than having your sweaty balls and dick squashed together between your legs. I need room to breathe."

"I am not sweaty," Adrian said sharply, pulling his fly open once the laces were undone and carefully working his breeches and silk undergarment over his slim hips. They really were skin tight, and he liked them that way. He was perhaps unwilling to admit to Trevor that he liked them because he knew they looked fantastic on him.

Sypha snorted, laughing at them both. "Stop talking about your balls and get down here, I'm cold. And lonely."

"Yes ma'am," Trevor said quickly, adjusting himself as if the conversation had made him think about his testicles and whether or not they were appropriately comfortable at that moment. He crawled into the blankets, leaving space for Adrian between them. It went without saying that he got to be in the middle tonight.

All eyes were on him as he pushed off his bottoms, revealing his long pale legs, leanly muscled and starkly white against the black garment. He rose to his full height, naked in front of them with his long hair fanned around his shoulders, curling at the ends. They both stared at him appreciatively. He stood in place a moment, just looking at both of them with fondness, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He wasn't anxious. He wasn't on the verge of panic. He had not yet examined himself closely, but he could tell the markings had faded some, though they were still there. The long diagonal scar he had received from his father was unchanged but the others were less obtuse, the risen borders a little flatter, the discoloured skin a bit closer to its original pigmentation. He knew they were still visible, and he found that somehow he didn't mind so much if Trevor and Sypha saw.

Sypha was a bit pale, but she was obviously fine. She stretched, yawning. Her eyes were bright, even though she was tired. Her hair was mussed, sticking out oddly on one side from where she had been laying. Adrian's bite on her thigh was very visible to him and it only added to her beauty, her flawless skin wrapped around her soft curves, the roundness of her hip, the small swell of her breasts. She was so petite yet there was just so much in that tiny package. Her incredible capabilities, her thirst for knowledge, her sheer persistence in all things was unmatched. She was absolutely the bravest, most fearless person he had ever known save perhaps his mother. He could hardly believe she was real. And Trevor – so much her antithesis – was sprawled in a way that managed to take up half the bed without even trying, his long legs and big feet stretched out to impinge on Adrian's place between them. He was so thickly built, like a statue, the muscles of his thighs and abdomen defined, even his rear was rounded and densely muscled. But it was the warm smile on his face that drew Adrian, the sharpness of his tongue and the intelligence that flashed in his eyes. Here was a man that knew better how to kill almost anything he encountered than probably any person alive, and he was not perverted by violence or death even though he had seen so much of it. He was good, deeply, and wanted to help others. That was powerful.

How could Adrian possibly deny them anything when they both deserved everything? He would not selfishly curl in on himself in the face of the things that scared him anymore. He was lifted by them, strengthened by their belief in him. He wanted to share everything he had with them. He wanted to protect them. Fight for them and with them.

He could feel power thrumming through his whole body, singing, nearly singeing him from the inside out. It would be impossible to sleep but he was excited to crawl between them anyway. He did exactly that, tucking himself perfectly between each of them, laying on his back and pulling them both against him tightly.

They curled against him. Sypha tucked her head in the crook of his arm, resting her face against his chest and hooking one leg over his thigh. She splayed her hand over his middle, smoothing it along the faded markings that still lingered there. She traced the muscles of his chest and he relished the feeling of her small frame against him. He could still faintly smell her blood. He knew the bite was pressed to his leg and that made him feel like the cat that got the cream; he was nearly preening at the thought of it on her, marking her and announcing what they had shared. Trevor squirmed and shifted to get comfortable, settling for laying on his side, one leg wrapped over Adrian's other thigh and a heavy arm thrown over his chest. The hunter's face was beside his, Adrian's arm tucked between them, his other holding Sypha. He turned his head so they were nose to nose. Trevor's hair was falling in his eyes, tickling his cheek. Adrian carefully pushed it behind his ear with long fingers. He smoothed his thumb over Trevor's cheek, then returned his arm around Sypha's back, squeezing her tightly and burying his fingers in her hair.

"I love you," he said quietly to them both, kissing Trevor slowly, their lips sliding together. When he broke the kiss they looked at each other for a long moment and Adrian knew Trevor felt the same. He turned his head and found Sypha smiling at them from her place nestled against his chest. She stretched up to catch his lips in the same soft, romantic kiss. "We love you too Adrian," she said after they broke apart, her hand over his heart.

Adrian didn't sleep that night, but they did. The fire slowly burned down. The cottage held its warmth and with the three of them tucked together he didn't bother with another log. His body was still unusually warm anyhow. The influx of energy that had initially surged through him slowly leveled off and he began to feel more calm, less wired as his body adjusted to the way it was intended to be. Eventually his partners shifted and stretched out into more comfortable positions, the room filling with their snores. Sypha was drooling on his arm and she stole all the blankets, twisting around until she had greedily pulled them around her. Trevor kneed him in the leg and jabbed an elbow into his ribs twice before somehow ending up flopped half over top of him, sweating on him and snoring obnoxiously.

He watched them both sleep the entire night, occasionally stroking their hair or their skin, amazed that he had them both like this. He laid almost motionless between them until the birds were singing and the sun had risen past the tops of the trees. All he could think throughout the night was that he was the luckiest man in the entire world to have found them both.

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A/N: Well. *blushes* I uhh... fully admit that I let myself indulge here. I absolutely love writing blood drinking scenes (shouldn't be a surprise considering the fandom) and I really hope I did this one justice. I didn't want to go overboard and cram too much into it, but I had a lot to say. This was an important development for this fic. Both for our trio's relationship as well as for Adrian personally. I also love how much trust Trevor needed to show to sit through the whole thing and even endure that kiss that made him kinda squick at first.

It will probably take awhile before the next part comes because I haven't started it yet.

Thank you so much for sticking with me to this point! I would relish your commentary, I am just dying to know what you thought of this.