Page 44 of Ouch! My Vampire Doms Keep Biting Me
I think her orgasm took her by surprise, and that pleases me. She shudders, riding my fingers throughout the aftershocks. I kiss her neck. “What a good, greedy little love you are, taking my fingers like that.”
“I’m still greedy,” she says, reaching behind her to cup the back of my neck. “I can feel you so big behind me. Can I…?”
“Oh, love,” I say, my voice a low rasp. “Yes.”
She turns around, straddles me. Her eyes meet mine. “No condoms. I thought about it the whole way here from my hotel. I trust what you and Xander told me about disease and pregnancy. Mad as I am, I trust you.”
She’s a gift. Everything about this girl is a gift.
“Then take what you want, love.”
She guides my cock to her entrance and slowly sinks down.
14
Xander
The scent of soap and flowers emanates from Will’s room. I don’t have to guess—I know I’m smelling Autumn.
Somehow, she’s back. I’ve no idea how, though, because Will wouldn’t have brought her here. Not explicitly against my wishes, not like that.
Which leaves one other possibility: she saw me last night, and her memories returned.
It doesn’t often happen. In fact, it shouldn’t happen. Despite the fact we can usually count on the oubliette to work, we’ve always been overly cautious with the women we play with. We prioritize playing with out-of-town visitors, if possible. And before settling in to a night at Low Vice, we’ll often do a quick search of the crowd to ensure we don’t recognize anyone we’ve played with in the past.
We work hard to keep women from remembering us.
So this, with Autumn, shouldn’t have happened, yet it did, and I am the only one to blame. I let her see me. I fucked up; I broke the oubliette’s spell.
Autumn’s breathy whimper is low and lust-filled. The scent of soap is woven in with Autumn’s jasmine scent, and I can hear water splashing around.
My feet carry me to Will’s room without my permission. I must see what they’re doing.
As soon as I travel through Will’s bedroom, I can see them from the bathroom doorway. They’re in the bathtub, Autumn straddling Will and facing him. Her hair is wet, her skin flushed with heat. Droplets of water glisten on her shoulders, her breasts.
The sight hardens me instantly. His hands are locked at her lower back. Water sloshes over the sides of the tub as Autumn lifts up and lowers down. Her eyes are half-closed, her lips parted. Her tiny tits capture my gaze, and my mind flashes back to that night, one week ago, when Will and I bit her on each breast.
There are so many more places I want to bite her, to fuck her. So many more delights we could share.
But I’ve seen how this story ends. I refuse to be a character this time around. I remain where I am, rooted to the floor, pinned to the doorway.
This is a disaster. It’s the worst possible time for her to come into our library, into our lives. Gaius has returned to the United States and is no doubt looking to throw his authority around and shake shit up.
Will whispers something to Autumn, but the words are obliterated by the sloshing of the water.
Autumn looks over and sees me. Her movements don’t slow—she continues riding Will. If anything else, she fucks him harder. She grabs one of his hands and brings it to her chest.
“Imagine he’s in your ass,” Will says in a louder voice, moving his other hand down, his fingers probing the cleft of her backside. “He’s stroking you so sure and strong, in time withme. And you’re taking it like such a good girl because you like pleasing us. Don’t you, little love?”
“Yes—yes, Sir,” she gasps.
My dick, which was already hard, feels like a steel rod in my pants. He’s trying to break me, to force my hand. Fortunately, or unfortunately, it will not work.
“You’re so tight back here,” he says, voice gruff.
“That’s—you shouldn’t put your fingers in there,” Autumn says. “It’s—it’s dirty, Sir.”
“My little love is nice and clean after her bath,” he says, gathering some bath oils to use as lube from the shelf nearest him.
