Blood Awakening: The Strongest Hybrid and His Vampire Bride - Chapter 566

Chapter 566: Sisters In Each Arm [1]
Nikolai finished the call with Vladimir while awaiting his future dates. The three women glanced at him with sparkling eyes. His elegant suit, the petticoat and the silk shirt were of the highest quality.

“Hello, girls.” He smiled, his teeth sparkling white, with four sharp fangs overlapping. Then, with a gradual, elegant bow, he greeted them fully. “All of you look captivating.”

Anya, the youngest, wore a modern outfit, her smooth hips and plump thighs peeking from the gap in her blue, halter-neck dress that exposed her shoulders and the thick curve of her big breasts.

‘Wow, despite being the youngest, Anya is clearly the big sister…’

Beside her, the eldest and more sensible Lunaria, with her pure white hair, long lashes and silver pupils. The outfit she chose suited her S-shaped body almost perfectly: denim jeans and a red shirt with a low V-cut neckline.

“Hmph, what’s that look for?” Luna huffed before pulling someone’s arm.

Selene staggered forward, her dress a simple, elegant black dress with a deep slit and neckline which revealed her large, rounded mounds perfectly.

‘She’s not wearing anything underneath…’

Nikolai couldn’t help but notice the slight outline of her nipple tape and chuckled to himself, before spreading his arms and beckoning them towards him.

“Come, my lovely wives.”

Today, he wouldn’t drive, because there was too much to do. Much like with Risa, their date didn’t start till the afternoon; instead, he spent the morning with Nikita, his children and the girls who needed to wait longer.

‘Well in return I’ll stay with these girls all day tomorrow.’

Anya rushed first with the sound of her high heels hitting the floor. Her red and blue eyes vibrantly glowed the moment their eyes met, a moment with nothing special and yet more precious than money could buy.

“You look so handsome today, I really can’t believe we’ve become lovers.” Anya pulled on his collar, her eyes enjoying the sight underneath. His tight abs and chest move slightly with his tensed muscles. “Really, so good… I want to eat you right here.”

He couldn’t help but smile at the way Anya’s fangs grew longer, the desires and hunger of a vampire closely linked.

Even more so for hybrids.

“I don’t know if your sisters will allow that.” He leaned over her shoulder, exposing his neck. Able to feel the warm, sweet breath of his youngest wife, while also gazing behind at the shy and more humble women who slowly approached.

“You’re damn right! Anya, you get back here now, don’t start!” Lunaria’s calm atmosphere vanished the moment the situation changed. A date was infinitely different from a typical day, and she wanted to share this moment with him.

Selene was no different, but she could hold it in… the warm weight in her abdomen, granting her that confidence and satisfaction. “Don’t be so mad, Sister. Anya just misses him too much.” With an elegant smile, the leading sister faced Nikolai, first threw him a kiss and winked.

She mouthed. “I will help you, don’t worry, babe.”

‘This girl is the most dangerous!’ Nikolai closed his eyes, unable to stop himself from falling into the girl’s little tricks.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

The scent of Anya was fresh, young and fruity… like citrus and cream. Lunaria preferred peach and warm flavours like a Christmas moment before the fire, cuddling together… but Selene carried a sharp, almost overpowering scent… Her natural scent, sweet, overly sweet, the blood that Nikolai wanted most…

Nikolai looked at Selene, his expression strange, then smiled. “You.” His hand extended, touching her cheek behind the coquettish Anya. “Did you make perfume with your own blood to tempt me like a siren?”

Selene rolled her eyes and took his hand.

She didn’t speak, but only hugged his right side, her neck wrapped with fluffy fur, while Lunaria glared at her sneaky sister, before hugging his left arm and rubbing it against her smooth, elastic body.

“Don’t be jealous, I love your blood too.”

“Hmph, so you should!”

“Baby~ can we go eat… the scent of your blood is making me so hungry.”

Anya’s cute voice vibrated through his ear as she blew down his neck. The cheeky vampire dragged the tip of her fangs across Nikolai’s neck, while squashing her massive lumps against his body, trying to seduce him without shame.

“Then tonight, we’ll be heading south… get in the car you naughty little rabbit.”

Pah!

With a little slap, he enjoyed the wobble and soft feeling of Anya’s plump buttocks, squeezing them gently before helping her into the luxury car first.

“Wow, the back is so amazing! There’s so much wine and snacks!” Anya chirped as she sat in the far seat of the limousine. For Lunaria, she climbed past Nikolai, pushing her hips back as she slid inside, letting her softness entice him.

She glanced back, with her eyes half closed, a seductive glare as if she had become a fox. “Did you like it, honey?” Then blew a kiss as she sat down.

“Are you sisters, fox spirits or vampires!?” He complained before taking Selene’s hand and slowly lifting her into the car. His movements and actions were refined, gentle and affectionate. Although Selene wanted to flirt, this sudden treatment caught her off guard.

“Honey…” She blushed as his hand gently clipped the belt, safely so it wouldn’t affect her stomach, then brushed the stray hairs from her cheek.

Her moist red lips parted, but before she could speak, he leaned close and kissed her.

“Hmmm.”

A simple kiss on the lips, the taste was sweet and comforting. “You, be good.” She mumbled as their lips parted, with a deep red hue staining her cheeks.

The three beauties sat side by side on the back seat, sisters and sister wives. A sudden feeling of accomplishment bloomed in Nikolai. He loved each girl for a different reason; the depth and intensity of his love for them were different.

Anya… a wild, passionate fire of desire and lust.

Lunaria…. a childhood promise, his deep regret and feelings like a long-planted tree.

Selene… fire and ice, hatred and love… a strange emotion that grew with each little fight, little argument… nothing made sense, and yet she was his, equal to Nikita. He wanted to spend each waking moment with her.

‘I see…’

Although he loved all his wives, there could never be a perfect situation.

To Nikolai, there were times he wanted Kumiko to spoil him, Leona to help organise and comfort him. Then, guidance and the mature support of Amphitrite.

But from the beginning, there were only two women, a childish childhood affection that came from a shy, introverted Nikolai with Nikita and the fiery clash of love between Selene and himself after becoming something new.

‘It seems no one compares to you in my heart.’

A smile grew on his lips, not forced or unsure like before.

He leaned down and whispered into Selene’s soft, elfish ears, the blonde of her hair tickling his cheek. “I love you, Selene.” With a simple confession, his deep voice vibrated through her body. Selene’s sharp eyes widened into big circles like her mouth; she gawped at him, confused and delighted at the same time.

Nikolai pulled away, gently cupping her cheek with one hand. “Let’s have a wonderful evening.”

Then he slipped towards Lunaria.

A low hum sounded as the car’s engine started, three combat maids in front, and a convoy hidden from sight, but all that entered Nikolai’s eyes was Luna. He glanced down at her with a calm smile. ‘She’s jealous.’

He knew that dating multiple women was hard, even more when they were sisters… or twins.

“You, are the moon that guides me in the dark.”

“Hah!?” Her voice sounded sharp, almost combative, yet her cheeks and face became bright pink down to her ears. “Y-you…”

Nikolai nodded, his lips curling deeper. “I love you. There is no one who can take your place, even though you worry.” He gently pecked her forehead with a kiss, glancing at his lovely wives behind, who both puffed their cheeks.

He wouldn’t hold back when they’re jealous; instead, Nikolai would do his best to show his feelings in their rawest and most genuine state.

“This bad, stupid cheater…” Selene turned away with a bright smile.

Finally, he came to Anya, the cutest and most welcoming of the three; she didn’t pout or complain. With a glass of blood wine in her hand, she looked at him with soft, greasy lips from the snacks she had eaten…

‘Soft, moist and plump…’

“Happy?” He asked.

“Nn!” Anya’s brilliant smile, the slight traces of snacks and red wine staining her tongue, added to her clumsy beauty. “Come, taste this.” She offered him wine with a smile.

“Of course, my lovely Anya.”

However, the moment he reached out for it, she grabbed and pulled him down onto her lap. The soft meat of her thighs comfortably cushioned him as he glanced down at the mischievous little vampire.

“You are mine, my husband.”

Chomp!

Anya’s fangs sank into his neck, just below his throat and above his chest muscles, close to his collarbone, as she sucked with a loud, immodest slurp. The crimson nectar she desired flowed rapidly into her throat with vulgar yet irresistible gulps.

“Oh my god!?”

“Anya!”

The jealous sisters gasped as their little sister took advantage. To vampires, a kiss carried far less importance than feeding…

Selene and Lunaria immediately hugged either side of their beloved, and without a second more, both sank their teeth into the back of his throat, one in the centre, another on either side…

As the car pulled out and headed south, all three sisters of Tepes blissfully drank Volkov’s blood.

‘This is heaven.’

Nikolai thought to himself while wrapped in their unique scent, heat and softness.