I woke up sometime later, relieved myself, and ate lunch. After I returned to Mateo and slept until my senses, or maybe Helmin, woke us. Mateo was fingering its segments as Helmin purred. 

"I had no idea Helmin had such a range of noises. These past two days have been very enlightening for me."

Mateo laughed. "What noises is it making?"

"It's almost a purring sound, like a low hum, with light thumping noise."

His grin was infectious. I grinned back as he continued his soft caresses. "I have to admit, I'm rather pleased that I have managed to satisfy the both of you to the point that you make noises or turn interesting shades of red." 

And I was red. Deep red and hard. It was nearly painful. "Are you hungry?" Mateo's eyes shifted from their playfulness to something darker. I had offered myself again as a meal to a predator. Our predator. Our treasure. 

"Will Helmin be able to feed?"

"Without driving us into unconsciousness? I believe so. Your aura is still fairly calm, but your lifeforce is quiet and withdrawn. Your touch has cooled as well."

He leaned toward me and gave me a kiss. "We can't have that now, not for my paramours."

"Helmin begs me to point out that we do not mind your touch, warm or cold."

"Oh?" He slid his hand down further and wrapped it around my cock. It was cold but not unpleasant to my heated skin. We kissed as he used his hand to caress and tease. First fisting my cock, then cupping my balls. Before I could say something, Mateo moved away. He chuckled at my gasp of disappointment, opened a drawer, took something out then returned to bed. 

He held out the bottle of lube and a condom. "Fuck me, Quinn. Please."

I closed my eyes for a moment and sighed as I tried to control my excitement. "Yes."

Mateo laid on his stomach as I applied a generous amount of lube to his crease. When I started to explore with my fingers, it surprised me at the lack of resistance I found. When I mentioned it, Mateo chuckled. 

"I'm mostly dead right now. So it will take my body time to respond to anything which makes vampires excellent at receiving when we first wake."

I smacked his ass for the crass joke. He laughed more, and that delighted me. "Well then, I won't dally any further." My skin was beet red when I put on a condom, and I pressed myself into him. We both groaned as I sank into him completely. 

"Fuck, you feel warm, hot even. Quinn. Please. More." I moved. Slow at first, so I would not spoil myself in a short amount of time. Each thrust was a near agonizing drag on my cock, creating a searing line between pleasure and pain. Mateo was content, it seemed, but I knew he would not truly be able to join me without blood. 

His frame was light as I lifted him up off the bed and pulled him back toward my chest. He moaned softly until I put my right forearm in front of his face. My left arm was wrapped around his middle while I continued to slowly fuck him. "Drink, Mateo. Fill yourself, our treasure."

The last must have aroused him because he snagged my arm up between his hands and sunk his fangs in. Each pull made me feel my blood rush from my cock to my head and back. I grunted with the strength of it but didn't stop pushing into him. 

As he drank, his lifeforce became more apparent. He woke up from the inside out. I knew he was finished feeding when he let go of my arm, and his lower half clenched around my shaft with such vice that I came. 

"Oh goddess, fuck!" I thrust into him faster. 

"Yes, that's it. Fuck, you feel exquisite."

I held him tight as my arm leaked blood down his chest, and each thrust was a practice in edging myself until I could no longer stand it. When I finally came, it was with a roar and a half-sated vampire in my arms that wanted more. 

Mateo moved away from me for but a moment and retrieved his own condom. "My turn?" His voice was eager but patient. His cock was pressed to his belly, and my whole being, including Helmin, wanted what Mateo offered. 

"Please, our treasure."

"As you wish, my loves."

I lay down, and Mateo didn't immediately start where I expected him to. He laid himself across my back and kissed softly. It built my anticipation for his bite, so I suspected, but it never came. Instead, he kissed my shoulders and then kissed Helmin at the point where it was attached to the back of my neck. I vibrated with need and desire again. So did Helmin. 

He poured lube on my back and slicked up Helmin's segments. Then poured more into my crease. While his fingers played with my hole, his other hand played across Helmin. The worm was so enthralled that it only made gurgling noises in my head. I was close to doing the same until Mateo coaxed me to my knees. 

Mateo's initial push into my anus made me gasp. I was tight and needed to relax, but everything felt tense and warm. Helmin saved us as he produced calming pheromones from my mild anxiety. When I did relax, Mateo took his queue, wrapped his hand around three of the four rings of segments, and used them as leverage to fuck us. 

Even with all that tugging, Helmin never once complained. The euphoria the worm produced was very much at work and drove all of us toward our climaxes. 

I came over and over again, in that space of bliss, but Mateo did not let up. I did not ask for mercy. Neither did Helmin. It was when Helmin and I were on the verge of passing out that Mateo let go of Helmin, pressed me down to the bed, and sank his fangs into the back of my neck. 

The noises I made were loud in my ears as we all came together. I could only hope the soundproofing for the room was still intact. Helmin gorged on any dark thought, which wasn't much, but enough to maintain our pleasantly calm high while we rested from our orgasms. 

We lay together in a mess of blood and spunk, laughing softly at our own facial expressions. When I recognized the scar on Mateo's shoulder. A bit of the pleasantness wore off. 

I brushed the mark with my fingers. "It's the compulsion, isn't it?"

"Yes," Mateo said with a heavy sigh. 

"Would you like me to break it?"

"You can break a vampire compulsion so powerful it can keep those tied to me by blood more than a territory away?"

"Well, when you put it like that, I don't know," I said as I retraced the scar. "Could I try?"

"If you are successful, I will do anything you like. You have but to name it."

I nodded and leaned over the scar. It looked like a crest. Likely one of the coven families that wished to make an example of Mateo. That angered me. How dare they mark him.

"Darling, are you alright?"

I noticed my skin color was a stormy blue, rapidly darkening like a sky about to split open and spill its heavy contents on the ground. "I am alright. I'm not upset with you."

"Alright."

"Lay still."

Mateo did as I asked. While I concentrated. I could see the thread of the spell in his aura. I grasped it in my mind's eye and yanked. Mateo gasped. I whispered a reversal as I held onto the tainted thread. 

The thread sizzled and disintegrated as Mateo cried out. When I opened my eyes, the mark on him faded, and all that was left was soft, new flesh. 

"They used a lot of power to maintain a vast distance, but not to secure the spell. It was easy to disrupt it." I was rather proud of myself. 

Ah, that was right. Mateo's companions. The reason he had needed us in the first place. I drew back from Mateo's enthusiastic kisses. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to overwhelm you." He was happy, and I wanted to be happy for him, but I knew how things could change quickly when one returned to their element.

"You did not." I smiled and grasped his hand. "We should clean up."

"Are you still upset?" My skin had grown darker as I sank into my sadness. Our time with Mateo was ending, as I knew it would. Yet, I was sad; how could I not be. 

I did not lie. I would not lie to Mateo. Instead, I left him in bed and went to the bathroom. The worm was not convinced we would be left behind.

"You'll see, Quinn. Our treasure will not forsake us. Not now." I did not tell Helmin it was being naive. It knew how I felt.