"Arion, she's panicking in here," Romanus informed him as he walked over to behind her. Romanus laid his hands over hers' gently and Eris jumped. Letting out a nervous laugh, she looked up at him. "You've never done anything before, have you?" he asked softly. Eris pulled away and went behind the screen to change. And to escape that penetrating gaze.

"No," Eris admitted from behind the safety of concealment. "But that doesn't mean anything. I still want to help you guys."

"Of course, it means something. It means we'll go easy on you." Romanus corrected, watching her silhouette move. An innocent moved like that? That had implications... that he didn't need to think about, he reminded himself.

"You can't really. We don't have the time. Could you get me another glass of wine, please?" Eris asked as a distraction.

He walked over to the bar. "Of course." Eris came out from behind the screen and seen his back. Eris let it slip for a minute and covered her face with her shaking hands briefly. For one horrible minute, fear won. That minute cost her.

With long strides, Arion came in. Suddenly, he was in front of her and tugging her hands away from her face.

"Don't be afraid of us." He asked raggedly. Eris opened her mouth to say something. Anything. Before she could, his mouth covered hers' in a heartrendingly tender kiss. He pulled back then pressed several butterfly soft kisses over her face before taking her mouth again. Thrown off by the unexpected tenderness from him, Eris went into it helplessly.  Romanus watched for a moment then set the wine down. That explained a lot.

"You might have told me you loved her, Arion." He said mentally with a resigned sigh.

"I didn't know until I walked through the door to her tears."

"Well, what are you waiting for? You won the right to first taste." Romanus said out loud. Eris pulled back with a laugh and fought for lighthearted words. That had gone a lot deeper than she had been prepared for.

"He's right. So where do you want me?"

Arion shook his head. "We do this together, like we do everything else."

"Alright, but you get to pick how I should be umm...positioned." Her face went a little red as they both grinned identical male grins. "What? I couldn't think of another name for it. And where you bite me."

"High on your inner thigh." He said huskily sending shivers through her. He looked up at Romanus. "And you?"

"Let's keep it a surprise for her."

"So where?" Eris asked, surprised at how steady her own voice was. Arion went over to the door to lock it as Romanus took her by the hand and led her over to a lounge chair. He turned her to face him with an inscrutable intensity in his eyes.

"Don't disappoint him." He said softly. Puzzled, Eris started to respond and he stepped forward. She instinctively stepped back, falling back into the lounge chair. Laughing breathlessly, Eris looked up.

"Well?" Eris said. He didn't answer, instead tossing over his shoulder.

"The silk?"

"Not this time," Arion responded coming over. He knelt in front of the chair and slid his hands up her now bare legs, sliding the skirt up with them. Her legs went loose as his touch spawned an almost drugging desire. Eris swallowed, being thankful she was already sitting. Romanus dropped down next to her as well, nudging her shirt off her shoulder. His warm fingers brushed her throat and she took a deep steadying breath as her pulse doubled.

"I heard a rumor that you were saving the neck for someone special," Eris said unsteadily, seeing the fire dancing in his eyes.

"We were." He said then switched to telepathy. We should go easy on her, Arion. It's not just her first bite.

Arion paused briefly. "I thought we were just going to bite her."

"Just in case. I know you and your control."

"You guys are being rude again," Eris said with narrowed eyes, having been watching them for the past few minutes. Arion smiled and kissed her thigh over the vein. Instantly, her mind fogged when it felt the brush of his sharp teeth.

"We were just planning how best to bite you," Romanus said smoothly as Arion's fangs slid into full view. "It's a bad habit we have."

"Guys?" Her unsure voice stopped them and they looked up warily. Eris saw it in their eyes. They didn't trust her. While Eris didn't blame them at all, it did hurt a little. "Do what you need to do just don't lie to me. If you don't want to tell me, then just don't. I won't mind. And if I disappoint you.." the sentence ended with a gasp as their fangs plunged in simultaneously. The fire spread as Eris felt them drawing off her.  Muscles tightened in some areas and went to liquid in others. The pain had only lasted for a brief instant and was already forgotten. Breathing came out in pants as Eris moved restlessly under their hands. Uncontrollable sounds escaped from her throat as hands gripped the chair.

"Have you ever tasted..." Arion began and Romanus cut him off.

"No. Nothing this good. And I don't taste fear at all. Just..."

"Her arousal. It's in every drop of blood. I want her... in every way possible." Even his mental voice was thick with a growl.

"Then, we'll have her." Romanus' was dark with purpose. He built an image and sent it to Arion, who groaned against her leg, causing her to repeat the sound. They closed off their bite and sat up as Eris tried to catch her breath.

"Wow." Eris managed after a few minutes.

"There's one more step." Romanus reminded. Eris nodded and sat up, trying to act as casual as she could. She had no idea the picture she made, arousal still hanging in the air. 

"It was your idea, Roman," Arion said harshly, hands still firm on her legs. He looked up at her with a wildly hungry look in his eyes and Eris was lost in them for a moment.

"Most humans have an ingrained hesitancy about drinking blood. They usually need a distraction or incentive for them to make themselves drink enough for the exchange." Romanus began.

"And?" Eris asked still caught in Arion's eyes. His fangs slowly extended again as the prolonged eye contact had an equal effect on him.

"We also couldn't help but notice how our bite affected you," Romanus said. "And we have never let a woman out of our hold still aching for the satisfaction your body demands." Startled, Eris looked at Romanus and saw the same hungry look that Arion had.

"What does that mean?"

"It means that fire that is running through your blood, that heat gathering in your core will leave you restless and aching if not seen to." He explained in an even tone that Eris would have believed if she hadn't been holding his gaze. The heat there was growing volcanic.

"And what do you intend to do about it?" Eris ventured.

"Satisfy you," Arion growled and her heart jumped to her throat.

"The plan is for one of us to start working on that while you feed on the other. The easier you accept the blood the faster you get your satisfaction. Incentive and distraction."

"What about the first one? I'll need to drink from both of you, won't I?" Eris managed. How she managed to sound that calm, Eris had no idea. Her heart was pounding so hard with anticipation that Eris was sure they could hear it. Romanus smiled wolfishly. They could. 

"That's the beautiful simplicity of the plan. When one is done, we just switch."

Eris bit her lip unconsciously, trying to think clearly. Arion let out a low growl at the unintended provocation.

"How would this work? Like, do I move or stay where we are..."

"Stop thinking so hard about the details," Romanus said firmly, cupping her chin in his hand. "Actually, why don't you just stop thinking about it altogether and let us take care of you." He slid into the lounge chair behind her, tilting her head up to look at him. He kissed her tenderly and Eris went into it with the same helpless response as before. 

His mouth smothered the gasp as Arion's hot open mouth covered her core. As soon as her mouth was open, he pulled back and sliced his wrist. In a swift motion, he moved so that blood began flowing into her mouth. She swallowed on instinct, the taste of it strangely not abhorrent but just adding to the experience. A crafty part of her that Eris didn't know existed until now had her pulling back slightly anyway. Romanus' other hand sank into her auburn hair and held her mouth over the wound. Even while that happened, Eris could feel Arion's mouth stroking and teasing with his tongue. A moan escaped when his teeth brushed over her, centering on that bundle of nerves. His soft laugh vibrated over her, causing ripples of heat.

"So what does she deserve, Roman?" he asked tauntingly, his mouth brushing against heat as he spoke.

"She did pull away once," Romanus answered then added mentally. "Although, I do think she pulled back on purpose. She has every natural instinct a mistress has."

"I'll take her to the brink and hold her there until she takes enough from you," Arion said for her benefit. There was a muffled whimper as he lightly stroked sensitized flesh with his tongue. With slow strokes of his tongue, he began to put his words into action. With slow surety, he stroked and retreated, stroked and retreated each time pressing a little harder and a little deeper. Her hips ached to encourage him with eager movements but his hands held them firmly in place, with no chance of moving into his mouth or as the pressure built, escaping it. Romanus' fingers stroked the soft skin of her throat, encouraging the drinking as Eris began drinking in earnest. A growing desperation began fueling her as her body grew tighter and hotter with each stroke of his tongue. Eris latched onto his arm and drank deeply. Her whole body quivered, taunt as a bowstring as his tongue lapped at her heat.

"You'll have to tell me when, Roman. I can't tell right now." Arion warned hazily. The scent of her was overwhelming his senses and his caresses began getting harder and faster. He had a vampire's tongue. It was rougher than a mortal's and he used it well.

Romanus pulled his wrist away from her mouth and sealed the wound. "Any more and we risk turning her with your blood. She won't fight your blood. For it maybe."

Arion pulled back, scraping his teeth across her nerves and all that tightening exploded on a sharp cry. Eris sank back against Romanus, panting.

"Good," Arion said, standing on slightly unsteady legs. "Because if she does, I'll bleed out." Romanus eased out from behind her and Arion took his place.

"You're sure?" he asked briefly with a tight voice, worry darkening his gaze. Arion nodded once and Romanus slid his hands to the waistband of the skirt and pulled it off completely. "Eris, look at me." He demanded. Breathing hard, she did. "Resist him at all and I won't just make you hover on the brink. I'll take you to a place where desperation and pleasure are one and the same. You won't even be sure you want to reach it because greater pleasure is terrifying."

"I thought we were going easy on her," Arion mentioned as her heart rate jumped back into full gear.

"That was before you thought about offering her your throat. I won't lose my brother over this."

"Roman, you won't lose me..." Arion's voice was gentle but he brushed away the concern.

"Let's just get this done."

"If you'll do me a favor. When you take her with your mouth, close your eyes and open your senses. She's generous with her response."

Doubt began creeping back as they had a silent conversation. Oh god, did she like it too much? Or maybe it wasn't enough. That was probably the right one. Well, only one way to find out and maybe it was fixable.

"Ummm...guys?" Eris said hoarsely. Suddenly, she had their undivided attention. Even after the mind-blowing climax she'd just had, Eris still felt the need to duck her head. Eris took a deep breath. "Did I do something wrong? If you tell me maybe I can..." Her next words were silenced by Arion's mouth. It was a sweet but hard kiss. Arion pulled back and smiled. Eris smiled back at him, breathlessly.

"So that favor?" he questioned. Romanus nodded. Arion took her face in both hands.

"You did nothing wrong. You were everything we hoped. Roman is just a bit unnerved because of where I want you to drink from."

"Where's that?" Eris asked, relaxing a little.

"The most vulnerable place a vampire can be bitten," Romanus answered when Arion hesitated. "His throat." He met her eyes and his words from earlier struck hard. Don't disappoint him. Romanus thought Eris would hurt Arion. That she could. That meant that Arion cared. Warmth flooded her heart as she remembered the tenderness in his kiss earlier. It meant something.

"Thank you for telling me," Eris said to Romanus and looked up at Arion. "So, you want my mouth at your throat?" she asked huskily.

"And everywhere else I could get it." He said roughly. Eris went hot at the images that created. A low groan sounded from Romanus as the scent taunted him. Arion sliced his throat and Eris arched up to close her mouth over it. His hand cupped the back of her head, holding her in place. Romanus went for the bolder approach and drove his tongue inside her, fastening his mouth down tightly. Shocked pleasure ripped through her as he began taking her desire with all the intensity of a feeding vampire. Sweet suction that sent her spiraling back into that storm of fiery heat. It wasn't blood he was feeding on. It was pleasure. He draped her legs over his shoulders and closed his eyes.

Eris wasn't holding anything back with them. She was reveling in the dual sensations of taking and being taken. Arion's blood slid across the tongue and down her throat. Eris could feel his pulse racing against her lips and couldn't resist petting it with her tongue. At the same time, an indescribably intense pleasure was fogging over her mind with every thrust of Romanus' tongue which only became more savage when he draped her legs over his shoulders.

"You are beautiful," Arion said raggedly. "So beautifully wild." Eris heard him barely over the pounding of her own heart. When Eris climaxed, he pulled away from her mouth and put a hand over the wound to slow the bleeding. The cries of pleasure echoed off the walls. "I love you." He said softly, so softly Eris almost thought that she imagined it. Eris didn't have the chance to address it as Romanus kept devouring and she climaxed again. And again. The last one had her mind succumbing to unconsciousness.

"I love seeing her like this but I could use a seal for my neck." Arion interrupted as blood seeped between his fingers. "Roman? I think it would be bad form to bleed out in her arms."

"How the fuck did you stop so quickly?" Romanus demanded with a low growl as he wrenched himself away. "It was all I could do not to bite her again." He stood and pulled Arion to his feet. He sealed the wound then stood there looking down. "So much for an easy first time," Romanus said with a tinge of regret. His decisions had been too rash as of late.

Arion smiled and looked down at the same sight. "She was petting my throat with her tongue, Roman. I don't think she minded. I know she thinks this to be a ruse to help us, but she'd make a strong mistress. Once turned, even more so."

"You think she could be turned? That's a big risk to take."

"It doesn't usually take because the hosts are weak. Does she strike you as weak? She would have let us take her here on that chair. She told one of the strongest mistresses in our world to go fuck herself. She can't be compelled and you know as well as I do that is a big indicator..."

"I'm not saying it's a bad idea, Arion." Romanus interrupted, covering her up with a blanket from the back of the couch. Eris snuggled into it, sleepily. "Just that it is a risk. She is human and the ways of a vampire family can be harsh..."

"We'll explain them." Arion countered.

"It could kill her." Romanus' words silenced Arion. "Are you willing to take the risk of it taking her away from...us? She's young yet. We can give her the wine, build up her system and if and when all of us think it's a good idea, we can change her. It'll be easier for us anyway."

Arion ran his hand over his head. "I want her with us all the time, Roman."

"Well, I noticed there was something you left out of your explanation. She's going to need to let us take care of her for this plan to work. That means everything including living arrangements and the like. After all, if it's reported that we aren't taking care of our mistress to the best of our ability, it opens us up to repercussions." A smile spread across Arion's face.

"To be honest, I didn't even think of it. She'll need to either live with us or let us buy her a place."

"Speaking of taking care of her, why don't you take her home? She needs her rest for the meeting. And food when she wakes. We took a bit more than we should have from someone her size."

Arion started to pick her up then stopped.

"What is it?" Romanus glanced at him.

"You do it." Arion looked at Romanus. "I already care for her but for this to work both of us need to. Some time with her..."

"I'd rather not." Romanus said stiffly. Arion shrugged.

"I'd rather you did. You are not setting me up with someone just so you can let go guilt free. We are not finding mates. We are adding to the family. You take her home and I'll arrange the rest."

"There has to be trust with love, Arion. I don't."

"You will."

"You really are sunk, aren't you?" Romanus said with a laugh. "Alright. For my brother, though."

"It might be a good idea if one of us stayed with her today. To make sure the blood doesn't...affect her badly." Arion mentioned casually. "And to make sure Lucille doesn't seek retribution."

Romanus slid the skirt up her legs and picked up the sleeping woman. Eris cuddled, arms looping around him and nuzzling. Arion smiled and ran his hand over her tangled hair.

"I'll take care of her, Arion," Romanus said softly.

"I know. Go. It's not long until dawn."