Page 33 of Ouch! My Vampire Doms Keep Biting Me
“No, I can’t wait.” Her voice is breathy, full of need. “You said you can’t get me pregnant, can’t spread disease…”
“You’re not making that decision right now, in the heat of the moment. Shouldn’t have asked you to last night, either.” Ipull a foil-wrapped packet from my jeans. Good thing I had the foresight to grab one earlier. The living room is too far away. I need this little girl now.
I shove my pants down just far enough to free my cock. I don’t want to waste time getting fully undressed. Need to be in her now. Right the fuck now. I sheath myself in the condom, then bend my knees slightly, hitch one of her legs up around my hip to spread her open.
And there. I press inside.
Snug. Warm. Wet.
I’ve attended countless operas. I’ve gone to live concerts of orchestral music in the finest halls with the most optimal acoustics. I’ve listened to the most talented singers and musical prodigies give their life-defining performances. I’m no musician, but sound is in my soul. Good sounds form reality.
The little whimper Autumn makes as I fill her is the best sound in the world. I want to record it. Play it over again.
Recording it isn’t an option right now, but I pull out of her slightly before sliding home again to see if she’ll make the noise once more.
She does.
“Perfect girl,” I say into her ear. “Keep making those sounds for me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I stroke harder, waiting for her whimper on every upstroke. She’s not even faking it—the sound conveys her pleasure. Itisher pleasure. Her head falls to the side. Does she know she’s exposing her throat to me? This is an invitation. A smooth column of skin, waiting for my teeth.
Her pulse is just there. The blood beneath her skin, tantalizing. Life. Flowers. Joy.
It speeds up. Her tight cunt flexes tighter. She’s going to come soon.
It’ll be better for her if I bite her. Better for me, too. My fangs extend. I run the tips of them along her throat.
“Let me,” I say on a groan.
“Yes,” she says. “Yes, Sir. Please, bite me. Please.”
As soon as my fangs puncture her neck, she comes, pulsing around me. I stroke into her while I drink. Pump after pump, I fill her. I give, and I take.
A sound from down the hall. A door, I think.
I look up with my eyes only, reluctant to pull my fangs from Autumn’s neck.
Xander’s standing in the hallway. Furious.
Xander
I spin back around, slam the door to my room. Fuck Will. Fuck him and his lack of self-control. Fuck everything about him.
I wait for the two of them to finish. I want to punch the wall, tear apart my room. I should be out there, loving Autumn, giving her pleasure, making her happy. And of course Will isn’t going to resist. His self-control is shit, just as it has always been.
He wants to let her stay another night, I already know.
I’m not going out there. I’m not going to enjoy the playground of her body, the fucking festival of carnal delights. Let Will have her, let him suffer when it’s time to say goodbye.
The next two hours pass slowly for me, while I try not to listen to Autumn’s sweet cries and Will’s rough commands. I imagine all the ways he’s fucking her, all the positions he’s trying. All the creative places he’s biting her.
Finally, in the middle of the night, it is quiet. I leave my room and go straight to the bar in Will’s office. He and Autumn arecurled up in an easy chair near his desk, naked. He just fucked her there, apparently.
“Time to go, little mouse,” I say, finding the vial of oubliette at the wet bar.
She peers at me with her beautiful hazel eyes pulling down in sorrow. “I thought I could have one more night here?”
