Page 31 of Ouch! My Vampire Doms Keep Biting Me
Six-foot-tall hedges conceal the back entrance of The Corbin from the sidewalk. If I didn’t know it was there, I would never find it. I can’t help but feel a little burst of self-satisfaction that all the other people in San Esteban walk past it and have no idea, butIknow.
I dart through a gap in the bushes and down some stairs to find the stone-colored door blending perfectly with the rest of the building. I take a deep, calming breath, then knock.
Will answers the door. His blue eyes glitter as they fix on me. “You came back.”
I’m reminded of yesterday, when he cornered me in the library. He’d appeared completely at ease—bored, even. And yet that focus had seared through my clothes, stroked my skin.
I was his with just a look last night.
Tonight is looking to be the same.
He holds out a hand, though—it’s a request, not a command.
“Yeah.” I reach out and take it. “I came back.”
“You probably shouldn’t have. But I’m quite glad you did, love.”
“I think I’ll be glad too, Sir.”
With a muttered curse, he pulls me through the door. He slams it shut behind us. The hallway where we stand is dark. Before I can move, he presses me against the wall. His lips and teeth are at my neck, insistent. Soft and sharp all at once. The scrape of his fangs gives me shivers as I remember what he and Xander did to my breasts last night.
Those puncture wounds had already healed when I woke up. Maybe someone else would have questioned whether it really happened or not, but I’m determined to remember.
He said they could make me forget.
I doubt it.
I reach for the hem of his shirt, eager to feel him beneath my palms. He growls, grabs my hands, holds them above my head with one of his. Then his free hand is at my waistband, shoving into my pants, delving between my underwear and my skin.
He makes a pleased sound when he finds me wet. His finger is firm and thick as he runs it over my pussy lips. It’s as if a warm glow builds within, every stroke making me hotter and hotter. I need more. I need his cock in me again.
“Please, please, please,” I babble.
“Fucking love hearing you beg, little girl.”
I’ll beg all he wants. I will do just about anything to keep his hands on me. He kisses my neck—wet, openmouthed kisses. A hint of teeth. I shiver in his arms, helpless with my hands above my head.
“More,” I say. “More, I need more.”
“Greedy little love,” he murmurs, nipping my earlobe.
He plunges a finger into me and I cry out.
“Yes,” I say. “Please, yes.”
He strokes me over and over, his finger delving slowly in and out while the heel of his hand brushes over my clit. White-hot pleasure spikes in my pussy. I clench around him, eager to hold him there, keep that finger teasing, taunting.
A few more strokes and I just know I’ll finish. My voice is unrecognizable to my own ears as I whine, begging him to keep going.
He growls something in another language and yanks his hand from my pants.
“No,” I whimper. “Please—”
He yanks at my leggings and panties, shoving them down to my knees before using his foot to push them the rest of the way off. They tangle around my shoes, but I kick them off. Soon, I’m naked from the waist down. He attacks my shirt and bra next, none too gentle in tugging the shirt over my head and unsnapping the bra.
I return my hands to the wall over my head, because I know that’s what he wants. Panting, he leans back and simply stares at me.
“Beautiful,” he says, a reverence in his voice I’ve never heard before.
