Lola
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Pulling my finger from his mouth, I stood up, hopped over the desk and jumped into his lap in one fell swoop, slammed my lips to his, and used our special telepathy to say, “Yes! Yes! YES!!”
Faster than I could track or even tried to, Vlad was out of the chair, up the stairs, and in his room with me naked on the bed and him down to just his boxers. Unwilling to miss the show and knowing how fast my mate could move, I watched with rapt attention as Vlad made a show out of losing his boxers. Climbing up my body, I could only gawk at his gorgeous body. I mean I knew my man was built, but baby, Vlad had it going on. As his erection touched the top of my thigh, all thoughts of anything but consummating our union like bunnies getting ready for Easter Sunday fled from my brain.
My hands couldn’t stay still. I touched his chest, ran the back of my hand across his nipples, and loved that he shivered and growled low in his throat. My hands slid between our bodies, wrapping around his erection at the same time he dipped his head and sucked as much of my breast into his mouth as would fit. Sucking my hardened nipple between his fangs, Vlad sucked and teased as my fists worked his cock until he pulled away gasping and I was panting like I’d run a mile; if I ever, in all my dreams, planned to run anywhere.
“I need to be inside you. I need you,” he growled, kissing my jaw, nipping at my neck, and lavishing my shoulder with his lips.
“Yes...oh my Goddess, yes,” I gasped, letting go of his erection and digging my nails into his shoulder as he balanced on the hand that was by my head and slid the other slowly up the inside of my thigh.
Teasing my already wet curls, Vlad’s forehead touched mine as he slipped first one and then another finger inside me and sighed. “Oh, god, you are so wet, so ready. I want to have your taste on my tongue, but that will have to wait. I must be one with you or die trying.”
Working his digits in and out of my slick pussy, Vlad looked deep into my eyes and as his thumb began to taunt my swollen, throbbing clit, he purred, “Come for me, Lola. Scream my name. Wet my hand. Come, my love, let me feel how much I turn you on.”
As the last word crossed his lips, my vampire lover squeezed my clit between his thumb and forefinger and I experienced my first ever, honest to the Goddess, Lola’s got a new groove orgasm, complete with screaming and sparks of magic bursting all around us in bubbles of every color of the rainbow. Kissing my lips with all the passion and fire I could feel boiling between us, Vlad slowly pulled his fingers from my still quaking body and with a sensual roll of his hips, slid just the tip of his erection inside me.
Raising his head and capturing me with his gaze, Vlad slowly, inch by glorious inch, pushed into my body, filling me so that I had no idea where he stopped and I started...and I loved every stinking bit of it. Wrapping my legs around his waist, taking just a little bit more of my mate into my body, I gasped as the grey of his eyes began to swirl and in the most sincere, heartfelt tone, my wonderful vampire murmured, “I love you, Lola Valentine. I love you more than I ever thought possible. To the moon and back and more than any man has ever loved any woman in all of history.”
Pulling out of me until I thought we would be separated, Vlad held still for a split second and then drove back into my body, creating a rhythm that became frantic and more wonderful with each thrust. All rational thought ceased. My nails dug into his shoulders. I spoke in languages yet to be discovered and loved my man like there was no tomorrow. Tiny orgasms made me writhe as his fangs scraped the same spot where he’d first marked me as his.
My hips thrust against his. My fingers dove into his hair, fisting the gorgeously dark locks and pushing him tighter against my heated flesh. Opening my mouth, I tried to beg, I tried to plead, hell, I tried to form real words, but my brain was in its happy place and refusing to help my poor lips speak.
Leaning back, Vlad looked at me with beautifully hooded eyes and asked, “What is it, my beautiful little witch? What do you want?”
I could see the glint in his eye and knew he knew what I wanted but wanted to hear me say it, needed, for some reason, to hear the words. Slowing his thrusts, he purred, “Say it, my love, tell me what you want.”
“B-bite me, d-damn you.” My hips refused to be still because my body needed what only Vlad could give me. “Bite me, V-vlad. I l-love you, dammit.”
Smiling with untold male pride, my man resumed the amazing rhythm that made my body hum at the same time that he kissed down my neck, licked the previous bite mark, and said, “I love you, Lola Valentine, and now, you shall be mine for all time,” as his fangs slid into my vein, causing a fiery thrill of love and passion to tear through my body. Screaming my release as Vlad drank from my neck and emptied his seed into my body was as close to Heaven as I had ever been and as I floated back to earth, I made plans to visit our Happy Place very, very often.
Hours later and after a few more trips to La-La-Lola and Vlad’s Lovey Land, I was cuddled up with my man, loving the feel of having someone I belonged to and who belonged to me, when Vlad said, “I have a present for you.”
Raising my head, I shoved my hair out of the way and asked, “More than what we just did?”
Barking with laughter, my vampire snorted, “That was not a present. That was a necessity. If you hadn’t agreed to be my mate and let me love you, I might have exploded.”
Patting his chest and rolling my eyes even though I was secretly thrilled beyond measure, I said, “I’m sure you would’ve been just fine.”
Moving so fast the room spun and I ended up on my back with my vampire looming over me, Vlad kissed me until I was again breathless and starry-eyed. Pulling back, he rolled to the side taking me with him, until we were face to face with my left hand in his right one.
Lost in his eyes, I almost missed the feel of something cold sliding down my ring finger and when I looked, all I could do was gasp, “What the...? For me? How did you...? Son of a witch’s toe, I’m gonna cry.”
Shaking his head, Vlad looked a little scared as he asked, “Happy tears, right?”
Looking away from the biggest princess cut ruby I had ever seen in the prettiest setting of platinum and diamonds ever, I closed the distance between us, pressed my lips to his, and whispered directly into his mind, “Yeah, they’re happy tears, ya’ big goofball.”
“Good, because I don’t think I can take any other kind. Not from you.” He groaned low in his throat as our kiss grew more passionate and our legs tangled as our bodies heated again with love and passion.
One more time, just as I was sure it would always be, my body needed what only Vlad could give me as I crawled on top of my mate, pulled back from our kiss, and looked down at the man I knew without a doubt I would love forever. Smiling as he put his hands around my waist, my vampire sat up and began kissing down my neck as his erection grew hard between us.
Grabbing his shoulders, I pushed him back, looked him right in the eye, and said, “Oh no, Buster. This time, I’ll be doing the biting.”
Rolling his hips against mine, teasing my already wet center, Vlad’s fingers wound in my hair as he whooped, “Woohoo, that’s what I’m talking about.”
Oh yeah, he’s my man all right, and I couldn’t be happier.
Until Next Time...
Stay sexy, and always know where you left your groove.
XOXO Lola
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Sammie Jo: A ‘Not-Quite’ Shifting Witchy Love Story
Chapter One
“Please-th go get your mother, Henry Charles-th,” I purred with a lisp, as his chunky little baby fingers tickled under my kitty chin.
Not only had I not figured out how to talk without a lisp, but I simply could not resist a good petting. This being a cat thing was a real pain in the ass, although I had no one to blame but myself. Katie had always said we needed to study our spells better, but then aga
in, she blew her soul all to Hell and now there was a Hellhound’s alter ego living in her body. What the hell did she really know? Anyway, I seriously have no clue how Salem, Sabrina the Teenage Witch’s cat, did it for all those years. Being a feline is not all it’s cracked up to be and I wanted out.
Steeling my resolve, I tried to pull away from those soft little strokes as I put a growl in my voice, “Henry, where is-th your mom? I really have to talk to her.”
“Sthe’sth out with-th daddy,” He lisped with a giggle and a hiccup just as his cute little twin sister, Audrey toddled up.
“Ohhhhh, kitty. I wanna pet the kitty” the female twin squealed before plunging her hands into my fur and giving me a deep tissue massage that had my eyes rolling back in head and me purring with such force that I damn near vibrated right off the porch.
Thankfully, before I completely embarrassed myself, Zelda’s dad, Fabio, who was a real hottie for an older guy appeared on the porch. Close behind was his girlfriend, Carol, the Baba Yaga (read that as Most Powerful Witch in the whole freaking world, cause that’s what she is) who was chuckling about some ‘dingbat know-it-all little witch who couldn’t use her own magic with both hands and a wand’.
Oh yeah, this is gonna be a fun conversation.
Opening my kitty mouth to explain, I never got to speak as Carol grumbled, “What is that? Get away from it kids, it probably has rabies or fleas or only the Goddess knows what.” With a look of disgust and her nose scrunched up like she’d just gotten a big ole whiff of steaming shit, she added, “It’s absolutely mangy.
Jumping to my feet, I sauntered over to the Baba Yaga, my fear from our previous encounter forgotten and my frustration with screwing up like a newbie trying to pass her HIPPOS to get her wand, I completely forgot who I was talking (read that as yowling) at and hissed, “I am not a that!”
Surprisingly, my fury pushed all the lisp out of my voice as I powered on. With my tail poofed to its full potential and the hair standing up along my spine, I screamed at the woman whose hair was teased and sprayed with at least two cans of Aqua Net putting the saying ‘the higher the hair, the closer to God’ to the test. I admit to having to look at her face for fear of going blind from her mismatched eighties’ neon striped top, black and white checkered skirt, and screaming fuchsia jelly platforms. (Yes, I said jelly shoes with platform heels **shudder**). “I am a Witch! One of your Witches! And need our freaking help! Think you can handle that, Madonna wannabe?”
I knew I had crossed the line when bright green smoke spewed from the Baba Yaga’s fingertips as flames danced in her eyes and her overdone Jersey-doo shook atop her head. “How dare you speak to me like...”
“Like what? Like someone who needs your help?” I spit, my back arched and my nails extended so far I’d grown at least a half an inch and would’ve made one helluva Halloween decoration.
Huge bubbles joined the smoke popping around the Baba Yaga’s head as frightful magic filled the air as the little voice in my head screamed, “Run, dumbass, run! You’re about to become a pile of fur. You and that damned mouth of yours!”
Spinning around in a half back flip – half sliding on my ass move that deserved a nine-point-nine for execution, artistry, and technique. Zig-zagging through the yard, avoiding the blasts of neon green and blod-red magic the Baba Yaga was throwing at me, I dove into the forest a split second before an especially angry blast of magic hit a huge tree to my left leaving a blazing hole in the enormous trunk as Carol bellowed, “And let that be a warning, you spiteful, bad-mouthed, little Witch! If I ever see your face again, I will make it my mission to remove it from your head – human or cat!”
Huddling under the prickly vines and pokey nettles of a huge bramble, I let my inner Witch rail on me for a good five minutes, the highlights of which were, “Do you have a fucking brain in your head? Did you have to piss of the Baba Yaga? Do you like licking you ass and grooming your fur until you’re hacking up furballs all over the carpet? And how about that ADHD – Squirrel! Squirrel! Shiny! Shiny!”
At that point, I tuned her out, mostly because she was right but let’s not talk about that, my ego has taken enough abuse for now and there were way more pressing issues. Crawling out of my hiding spot when I was sure Fabio had calmed Carol down and taken her in the house, I nearly had to find a makeshift litter box as a deep, suave voice sounded from overhead at the same time I heard the flap of leathery wings.
“Hello, my little sweet,” the voice purred. “What’s a pretty little kitty like you doing in a dark and dank place like this?”
Snapping my head back so far my neck cracked, I became a stunned statue as the goofy looking bat floated to earth, turning into the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen as his black Louis Vuitton touched down and he adjusted the sleeves of his crisp, white dress shirt from under the sleeves of his obviously custom tailored black suit. I admit to shamefully ogling his eye-popping diamond cufflinks and having to ask, “Wh-what did you say?”
Grinning like a man with all the answers, the man before me knelt down, picked me up and as he stroked my fur said, “I was asking your name, little Witch and wondered why you are still in your cat form.”
Biting my lip, which while wearing my fur pretty much means I was digging my top fangs into my chin...not a pretty sight but what’s a girl to do. Working hard not to roll on my back in his arms and lose all dignity as Tall, Dark, and Delectable worked wonderfully sexy, schmexy magic with his touch, I answered, “M-my name is Sammie Jo and...” I let my head fall forward and hid my eyes in his sleeve. “I don’t know how.”
Chuckling with a confidence that made me feel better, if only for a moment, my very own Batman, (Shut up! It’s true. You know you were thinking it too.) replied, “Well, today is your lucky day, Sammie Jo. My brother’s new mate just happens to be a Witch who is very tight with the Almighty Shifter Wanker and next Baba Yaga. I’m sure Lola will be able to clear all of this up for you.” He ran his fingers down my back, forcing the purr I’d been holding back since he’d first picked me up as he added, “My name’s Vaughn by the way.”
My kitty tummy knotted. Not even the sparkles in the depths of his beautiful violet eyes helped with the anxiety thrumming through my body. Lola, I knew that name. Had history with that name. History that was probably gonna get me skinned and fed to some baby Hellhounds and that was if I was lucky.
Throwing caution to the wind, I tried to act cool while knowing beyond all doubt that I was being carried to my death and pointed with my well-manicured paw, “Carry on, Sir Vaughn. Carry on.”
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