VAMP

by Wyatt, Dani

  It’s her.

  She’s close, and the warmth comes from deep down. As though there’s a fire sparked in my core that’s turning into a blaze of lust I doubt I can control much longer.

  “Seleme,” I whisper, more to myself than as any kind of warning.

  I lean my ear against the carved wooden wall as I slip my hand around the knob, but there’s no sound of movement, only a faint rushing sound. I try to tell myself that she’s fine. That’s the sound of the shower. If she was in danger, she would have called for me. What I’m about to do is unnecessary and wrong.

  I shouldn’t.

  This is her private space.

  I shouldn’t.

  This is her sanctuary.

  I shouldn’t.

  We barely know one another.

  I should.

  Because I know it’s what’s right.

  With her name fresh on my lips, I turn the knob and swing the door open, falling into a crouch as I survey the room. When I determine there’s no clear threat, I step into the soft light of the bedroom, close the door behind me and take in the sheer size of the space. It could be a ballroom, with furnishings that look straight out of Buckingham Palace.

  Only, there’s a lightness here.

  Spots of modern art and playful, bright pillows on the bed and upholstered furniture speak of the girl...woman...that occupies this space.

  It’s nearly two thousand square feet, I calculate. A self-contained apartment, complete with a living area, what looks like an office setup, a treadmill and a small kitchenette at the far end.

  Everything one person could need.

  Along with a blazing fire, this room has the only electric lights I’ve seen so far in the house. Her cat stands on the bed, stretches, then jumps down and slips past me, taking position seated next to the fire, licking a front paw.

  I’m about to turn around and leave—and pretend I was never here—just as I hear the rushing water stop, then a moment later, the door on the opposite side of the room swings open, and she walks through.

  Seleme’s gaze lifts and locks onto me as my cock lurches upward, my balls drawing tightly between my legs as a feeling of drunkenness overwhelms me.

  For a split second, she opens her mouth as if to scream, then a moment later she closes those still perfectly red lips and narrows her eyes.

  Her body is dripping. A towel is loosely pulled around her, exposing one breast, her long legs and her face — somehow even more beautiful fresh out of the shower than any other time I've seen her.

  Everything inside me pulses, and a voice thunders in my ears, telling me to stomp over, drag her to the bed and sink as deep into her as is possible. To fill her with my cum, over and over, until she knows she is mine, now and forever.

  Into eternity. As long as that may be.

  “Aren’t you presumptuous,” she says. She runs her tongue over her bottom lip, her eyes lighting up, and I wonder how she keeps that blood-red lipstick on even through a shower. Her skin is flawless in the steamy light from the bathroom, and there is no doubt she is the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.

  “Maybe,” I agree. Before today, I would have never walked into a woman’s room without an invitation.

  And even in the past, when the invitations have come, I never walked through. It never felt right. I know most men wouldn’t understand, but for me the idea of sex without commitment, without any sort of connection, just never appealed.

  But walking through this door on this night, with or without an invitation, is completely right. She may not understand it yet, but I’m committed to her. Absolutely and completely.

  Her lips part just slightly, and she tilts her head to regard me for a long moment as I step forward, closing half the space between us as the light behind her creates a glow around her nearly naked body.

  I clench my jaw until it pops, trying to restrain myself from rushing to her and licking the droplets of water from her skin, knowing it would barely begin to quench the thirst she’s awakened inside of me.

  Her blue eyes widen as they drop down my body, as though she can see the effect she’s having on my dick. A sly grin curves her lips, and I wonder if my fly is down and my damn cock is in full view.

  I see something else in her eyes, too, not shock as I would have expected but a knowing. A wisdom that exceeds her age. The connection I feel to her only grows with each beat of my heart.

  Her skin is so pale, so flawless, it’s as though she’s a painting, not human flesh and bone. Her cheeks flush dark pink, and I see the fingers on her hand tremble slightly as she pushes her wet hair from one cheek and takes a step back, shaking her head. It’s as if a battle is raging within her.

  There’s a rumble in my chest, the same one that’s been near constant since I first set my eyes on her that night, and she meets my eyes.

  Her smile grows, as though she’s heard the nearly inaudible sound coming from me, and I wonder if she feels as connected to me as I do to her because she seems to be able to sense what’s happening with me even before I do.

  “What is it you want?” Her teeth nip her bottom lip, her gaze flicking down my body.

  I hesitate, trying to remember why I came here in the first place, trying to remain civilized. “Something happened.” I jerk my head toward the window. “Outside the front door. Strange. I wanted to check on you.”

  “So, you thought you’d barge in uninvited? There’s this thing called knocking.”

  “I thought you might be in danger.”

  “What a hero, breaking into a woman’s bedroom while she’s in the shower.”

  Her words are disapproving, but there’s a spark in those ice-blue eyes. Without warning, I get a vision of her dropping the towel and giving me a different sort of invitation to enter.

  “Not a hero.” I struggle to keep my voice even, the way she’s looking at me nearly pushing me over the edge. “But what I am is thorough. I agreed to protect you. I intend to do that, whether or not it makes you uncomfortable.”

  Her breathing quickens, her chest rising and falling as my cock turns to steel between my legs. When she steps forward, closing the space between us, her gaze traces down to the floor, then back up, before locking eyes with me.

  “Who said I’m uncomfortable?” Her voice is tipped with the tease I see in her eyes, and for the first time in my life, I know I'm looking at the woman to whom I will give my all.

  She’s innocent but seductive. A touch of vamp mixed with the sweet girl I see behind those blue eyes and both of them are driving me crazy.

  The parts of me I’ve never allowed another to see. Or touch. The thing I didn’t know I was saving until this moment. My own virginity. Not that I ever thought of it as this precious gift to be saved, but now I’m sure I was saving my first time for her.

  “Well, then, maybe I’ll have to try harder.” The words tumble out, as if they’re coming from someone else’s mouth, someone who knows how this dance is supposed to go.

  I reach out, my hand falling on the one she's using to hold the towel in place. Gently, I pull it away, pressing her palm to my lips, kissing it as the towel drops in a heap to the floor, and I hear a small whimper.

  She tilts her head up to my ear as I draw one of her fingers into my mouth, her breath warm and sweet, and her words nearly drop me to my knees.

  “I’m not so sure you could get much harder, Maxim.”

  My other hand sweeps up her back, clutching a handful of her wet hair and tugging, arching her back into me. Her tits press to my chest as I set my own lips to her ear and reply. “We’re going to find out, my little vamp.” I trace my tongue around the shell of her ear, my pulse pounding. “Right now.”

  Five

  Seleme

  I MAY BE A VIRGIN.

  But I’m no prude.

  Clearly.

  Because I’m standing here naked, taunting this man I barely know with not only my body but my words, too. And judging by his reaction, he is ready to taunt me back.
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  Somewhere, deep down, a small voice whispers that this can’t happen. It’s begging me to stop. It’s telling me all the reasons why I can’t have this man, no matter how much I want him, why I have to save myself for Alberto Messina. I can only conceive if I am a virgin. They will know. Somehow, some way they will figure it out. It will dishonor them in a way that can only bring harm to myself and my family.

  If I do what I want to do right now—what I’m already doing—the pact will be broken.

  They’ll take their revenge.

  Help.

  Somebody stop me, because I can’t stop myself.

  But maybe, just maybe, the legendary ‘moon child’ isn’t like others. Maybe I’m different.

  My entire life, the rules haven’t applied to me. I’ve been an anomaly.

  It’s my only hope, and as irresponsible as it is, I’m going to count on it. I can conceive, even if I am not a virgin.

  Maxim’s dark eyes are alive with the flicker of some barely restrained flame. He’s huge, towering above me as goosebumps cover my flesh, even as the heat of my apartment and the billowing steam from the shower swirl around us both.

  My skin is still damp, my hair still dripping, and I feel the miniature rivers of water tickling the indent of my spine as he squeezes my wet hair and tugs my head back.

  This must be what it's like to be intoxicated. Head spinning, it feels like my feet are stuck to the floor, unable to move, even as my rational mind tells me to flee. To retreat into the safety of the bathroom, where the running water might block out this pull towards him. To scream at him to get out.

  He’s the first man to see me naked. The first man that has ever ignited the feelings I’ve had since I drew the first breath of his scent almost two weeks ago.

  When he took my hand tonight, my knees nearly buckled. It was as though a lifetime of memories exploded inside me. But it was different; the images that flashed through my mind were full of hope. As though they were to come, not in the past.

  My body trembles as the vibration between us makes my breath quicken and my core tighten. I squeeze my inner muscles, both willing the feeling that grows there to expand and at the same time praying it will go away.

  Because I know, even through my thin hope, this shouldn’t be. The conflict wages a war inside me, pulling me from both sides of my being, threatening to tear me apart.

  But when I hear his voice, my control evaporates.

  “Fuck, you are perfect. Such a beautiful girl.”

  “Girl?” I snap, pinning my eyes to his. His warm breath is on my cheek, his scent spinning inside of me until I think I might faint. “You think I am a girl?”

  “You are. You are a girl. You are a woman. You are many things, Seleme, and if my instinct is correct, you’re about to show me all of them. All of you.”

  The masculine depth of his words makes my belly flutter, and I reach up to twine my fingers in his black hair, holding on because I feel like I’m falling.

  The thick ridge pressing into my hip throbs with need. I’ve never seen a man naked before, except on a computer screen, but I know what’s happening to him. I can hear his heartbeat and feel the flow and pump of his blood, especially down there, and it frightens me.

  What if I’m unable to control myself when the lust ignites within me?

  Until I come of age and my vampire side takes over, I won’t receive all the blessings and curses of our kind: my powers, my bloodlust, my immortality that will slow the ageing process to a near standstill... Most half-vampires don’t feed until after their turning, but it’s not unheard of. What if I kill him?

  He brings a hand to my waist, slipping it to my lower back and driving the muscle of his thigh between my legs where the worst of the throbbing is driving me mad, and I’m gone.

  Instinct takes over, my hips rocking against his leg as my neck aches from being restrained. We stare into each other’s eyes for another long moment, searching silently for something to set us both free.

  When I don’t think I can take it one moment longer, Maxim’s mouth opens, and he whispers against my lips. “Tell me you don’t want me to kiss you, little vamp. Tell me, and I’ll leave.”

  An electricity buzzes between us, and it twists the muscles in my back as my thighs tremble and I slowly writhe against this man I barely know. The nickname he’s adopted for me only makes my head swim and the feeling of intoxication grows.

  “I don’t want you to kiss me,” I say. It’s untrue. I’m daring him to call my bluff, gazing into his eyes, waiting for him to do what we both know he’s about to do.

  “Liar,” he seethes, and as I open my mouth to answer back, he frees his hand from my hair and grips my neck, pushing my face forward until our lips meet. A silent boom thunders from my chest, rippling up and down and outward until my body feels numb and yet more alive than it ever has.

  It’s like his hands are everywhere at once, holding me to him and then moving over my flesh, sending my nervous system into a frenzy.

  I can’t do anything but kiss him back as his hands cup my breasts. Fingertips pinch and roll my bare, tight nipples as his leg moves against my now drenched sex, a tightness I’ve never felt before gathering there until I’m whimpering and shaking into the kiss.

  His tongue is warm, exploring my mouth as his breathing comes faster and faster, speeding in time with our bodies as they shift and move together, synchronized like a symphony.

  I grind down on his leg, scooting myself higher and higher until I feel the imprint of his hard length with each sway of my hips.

  As I move myself round and round until it makes him growl, I hear his heart like a drumbeat inside of me. The rhythm moves me, makes me hornier, needier, wanting to finish what we’ve started.

  He breaks us apart, leaving me panting as his mouth comes to my neck, and I throw my head back, the vision breaking inside me of how my mother must have felt when my father did the same to her.

  Except.

  He was the taker and she was the taken.

  That’s how it works between humans and vampires.

  Or that’s how it’s supposed to.

  The knot in my stomach tightens as Maxim kisses and bites at the nape of my neck, making me writhe and moan as his hand slides down my back, cupping my ass and squeezing, driving my body back and forth against him.

  “You’ve been driving me crazy, running by my house at night. Did you know that?” His deep, masculine voice sounds pained as I twist my head and take his mouth in another kiss, by my own choice this time. “I’ve followed you. Watched you.”

  His tongue parts my lips, and I wind mine around his but gasp when his hands cup my backside, lifting me up and off of him before slamming my back against the wall beside the open bathroom door.

  With his face hovering just in front of mine, I’m unable to distinguish the different emotions I see there. Anger maybe? Frustration? Restraint, for sure.

  But, there’s something else. Longing. Caring. Possessiveness in his wild eyes. This isn’t just a moment for him, it’s more. We may have only met a few hours ago, but it feels like we’ve known each other for a lifetime.

  His hand brushes over my hip as I gasp, and he moves it down along on my bare flesh, tickling the small patch of hair between my legs. Then his fingers stall, leaving me holding my breath.

  “Do you touch yourself?” A single finger plunges down, brushing my outer lips and making me gasp. “Here?”

  I shake my head and answer on a pant. “No. There was never any...” I moan low, trying to hold onto the thought. “No desire...”

  “Has anyone else touched you here?” The thick finger pushes apart my soaking lower lips and finds a spot that sends a cascade of desire through me, making me mewl and melt.

  My head falls back and my eyelids flutter.

  Jesus. That feels so good.

  I shake my head, wanting this moment to never end as Maxim’s lips lower to my chest again, then my shoulder, kissing along my flesh until they are on
my neck.

  His finger moves down at the same time his mouth zones in on another secret center of pleasure, kissing and licking my neck until I’m muttering gibberish and wondering where these feelings have been all my life.

  “Thank God,” he groans, licking my ear. “This spot here? It’s my new favorite thing in this world.”

  I nod as he circles my clit, and things are twisting inside of me until I feel like I’m about to fly apart into a million pieces.

  “That feels so good,” I stutter, needing him to know.

  “You’ve never felt that before?” He rubs the sensitive nub over and over with his fingertip, his words dripping into my ear. “Never felt this...”

  “Ah. God. Jesus...” I push my chest outward, my back arching as another finger pushes just inside me and the pad of a third presses down on the hardened spot I never want him to stop touching.

  I want to say more, but the words stick in my throat, desperate for freedom.

  “You like me touching you, don’t you? You know, I’ve been thinking about this until it’s nearly driven me mad. Wanting to touch you. Wanting to know what you sound like when you cum. You’re going to cum, aren’t you? For me. Only for me.”

  “Yes,” I gasp, trying to ignore the buzzing in my ears as his lips trap mine in a deep kiss.

  The feeling between my legs draws all of my attention, leaving me barely able to kiss him back as my hands fly around his neck, clutching because I know my legs are close to useless.

  I try to focus on his face, and what I see there both thrills me and makes me sad.

  As his fingers give me such pleasure, lighting a series of tingling fires over my skin, my nipples, everywhere...all I see in his face is pain.

  “Are you okay?” I swallow, the words barely making it out.

  “Yes,” he answers through gritted teeth. “I’ve never been so okay. It’s just...fuck, it’s hard. This is hard.”

  “You mean you are hard,” I puff out, and he lets out a rough laugh.

  “That I am. But that’s not what I want you to think about right now. I want you to tell me how good you feel. How good I’m making you feel. How your drenched pussy is going to have its first orgasm...for me. By me. With me. Tell me, Seleme, tell me, and you’ll make me so fucking happy.”