Page 10 of Necking with a Vampire
Peter marched forward, elbowing his way through the throng of admirers, and loudly said, “I can’t believe you dressed as a vampire.”
Daven casually shrugged off the woman’s hand on his shoulder and smirked, a single long tooth peeking out.
Wow, his fangs looked so much more realistic than Peter’s.
Peter continued, “You’re not even dressed right!”
“Oh? Do tell. What does arealvampire look like?”
“Like me, obviously.” Peter gestured at himself.
Draven took the invitation to examine Peter from head to toe. He took his time, lingering on Peter's thighs and hips where the fabric pulled especially tight.
Peter had the sudden desire to cover himself like a blushing virgin.
“Is that a velvet vest?” Draven said.
Draven had a thing for velvet - as he’d once confided to Peter.
“But you promised-” a woman said, the one who’d had her hand on Draven’s shoulder.
Draven cut her off with a wave of his hand and gestured for Peter to come closer.
Peter did so, beaming at the disappointed murmurs from Draven’s little coven.
Draven spread his legs to make room, as if leaning forward was beneath him - Peter had to come to him.
Peter couldn’t help glancing down - to make sure he didn’t step on Draven’s toes! - and saw the faint outline of a bulge.
“My eyes are up here!” Draven said in faux outrage, smiling widely, teeth and all.
Peter’s breath caught in his throat. There it was. A real smile. The kind he’d been trying to coax out since they’d met.
He’d spent so many hours daydreaming about making Draven laugh with a good joke, and had succeeded thanks to something as crass as staring at his dick.
“Looks like velvet, but a real vampire demands the highest quality.”
Draven ran his hands up Peter’s chest.
“Oh,” Draven said, and it sent a zip of pleasure straight down Peter’s spine. “This feels incredible, come closer.”
Closer? Peter’s knees were practically hitting the chair-!
All it took was a firm tug and Peter was seated in Draven’s lap.
“Ack!”
Draven was stronger than he looked. And he wasted no time in feeling Peter up.
“You know I have a weakness for real velvet,” Draven said lowly into Peter’s ear.
“Y-yeah.” Peter swallowed thickly.
It might have been why he spent so much money on it. He’d pinned his hopes on tonight. Only to have them dashed when he first saw Draven. But now those hopes were looking promising again?
“The rest of you can move along,” Draven said to the dwindling crowd around his chair. “I’ve chosen my playmate for the night. Better luck next year.”
“Next year? How many years have you come?”
