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“We’re honored by your trust and love,” Anatoly said. Zan could feel the vampire working hard on not letting his emotions get too strong and change his eye color. “We’ll work hard on never betraying you. Can you promise me something?”
“Don’t worry, I don’t cheat,” she rushed to say.
“We’d never worry about that,” Zan said. “You have too much integrity to cheat.”
“Then what?” she asked.
“If you ever feel the need to leave us, talk to us first,” Anatoly asked. While the request made a bolt of fear go through Zan, he could understand Anatoly’s intentions. If she promised to talk to them, that would give them a chance to change her mind. If she simply walked out, it would be so much harder to get her back.
And they’d always get her back because life without Rissa wasn’t living.
“I can promise that,” she agreed. “Will you guys promise to tell me when you’re tired of our relationship? Please don’t get shitty with me and make me feel like a bitch so I’ll leave. Just tell me, and I’ll go.”
There was never a chance of that happening, so it was an easy thing to agree to.
“Agreed,” they both said at once, making Rissa chuckle.
“Is the serious talk over?” Zan asked, leaning over to nuzzle Rissa’s breasts. “I’m hard as fuck and there’s a soft bed upstairs calling our names!”
Anatoly grabbed Rissa and threw her over his shoulder. “Last one in bed has to wear the extra-large butt plug!”
Then he was gone, Rissa’s laughter echoing up the stairs.
“Oh no!” Zan drawled as he sauntered after them. “Poor me!”
He wasn’t surprised to find that Anatoly already had the plug out, and Rissa was holding the lube by the time he got to the bedroom.
It was a rough life, but someone had to wear the butt plug!
Chapter 14
Rissa
“How about another one, Miss Rissa?” Mason asked from his spot at the bar. It was about eight in the evening and the place was half full of patrons. Mason had arrived only five minutes ago and was already asking for his second beer. If he kept this up, he’d be dead drunk in less than twenty minutes.
“Give me your car keys,” she demanded, holding out her hand.
Mason blinked. “My car keys?”
“I’ll serve you all the beer you want, but I’m not letting you get behind the wheel of a car.”
A giant grin spread across his face. “Awww, that’s sweet. But it would take at least three kegs to get me drunk.”
Even as he said that, he fished a small set of keys out of his jeans pocket. The guy was large, probably somewhere around seven feet tall, bald, with an oddly square face and gorgeous gray eyes. If she didn’t already have Anatoly and Zan in her life, she might have thought of flirting with the giant.
“He’s fine to drink quite a bit, Rissa,” Anatoly said from his end of the bar. He was sipping a glass of wine and watching heras he did most nights. Even when it was both her and Zan, he tended to watch her more.
Was it weird that she liked it this much?
Mason’s smile disappeared when he looked at Anatoly while holding out his keys to Rissa. “Thanks, but I don’t need you to speak up for me.”
Damn, these two must’ve had some altercation in the past.
Anatoly wasn’t bothered by Mason’s attitude. He simply took another sip and turned his eyes back to Rissa.
Rissa accepted the keys and hung them on a small peg board behind her. “You can have them back if you can do that sobriety check thing,” she explained. She’d seen other bartenders do it, so she was confident she could put Mason through it too. It wasn’t common, but it was good practice for a small place like this with so many repeat customers.
“Sure thing,” Mason said, his smile back as he spoke to her. “Now about that beer?”