by JT Schultz
Vampire Seduction
Copyright © January 2010, JT Schultz
Cover art by Amira Press © January 2010
Amira Press
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ISBN: 978-1-935348-97-9
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Dedication
To Donna, the best friend a girl can have.
Chapter One
What the hell happened?
Anya Vermont glanced around the exquisite room lit by the morning sun peeping through the heavy brocade curtains. Her mind raced trying to piece together where she was and how she got there. She ran her hand over the luxurious Egyptian cotton, and her memory awakened. The pack of werewolves she had encountered in the forest filtered into her mind in a vivid picture, and she remembered thinking her mortality had reached the end as the animals had closed in, nearly turning her to doggie kibble. Safe with the light of day shining through, she now lay on a plush bed in an ostentatious room and knew exactly whose house she was in since she had spent a night in the elegant bedchamber more than once.
Saved by Lance yet again. Cade is going to kick my ass!
Yes, her brother no doubt would throw a fit over the fact he had told her countless times not to cut through the forest and she hadn’t listened. Sighing, she relaxed and shoved Cade from her thoughts and instead thought of the gorgeous vampire, Lance, who was sexier than hell and her older brother’s best friend. She and Cade came from a rich and highly respected family. Years before, when she was a little girl, a renegade vampire attacked Cade, leaving him for dead. Lance Marquis found him and became friends of the family and a support to Cade, who ended up transforming to a vampire, a repercussion of the near deadly assault. Over the years, she had grown to cherish his friendship and deeply cared about him, in a more than friendly way. Not that she could ever admit that detail.
Nice girls didn’t date vampires, even though her family knew that her brother had become one. In her father’s opinion, nice girls didn’t date vampires, and the detail that her brother Cade happened to be a day-walking bloodsucker was perceived as a disability. Lance, the yummy vampire whom she secretly lusted for, was a notorious ladies’ man, changing his female companion as often as he did his clothes. Sure, her parents liked Lance, and they appreciated his friendship and all he’d done for Cade, but he wasn’t exactly son-in-law material. Now that Anya was older, any guy she dated and brought home to Mom and Dad had to be exactly that—potential husband caliber.
Although her family adored Lance, she also knew they didn’t appreciate the lifestyle he led. Sinful to the core. Her feelings remained buried, and her love for him remained a secret, but it didn’t stop her from dreaming about him or fantasizing.
The image of his hard, muscled body naked made her wet between her thighs, and she dipped her fingers below the silk of her thong to her aching wet folds. The tips of her fingers teased slightly while she imagined the gentle touch of the hunky vampire’s tongue. Pressure built across her belly, and she closed her eyes and continued touching her clit. On the occasions she had seen him without a shirt, she’d longed to press against him and savor the feel of his smooth skin across her bare nipples. She stopped the pleasing motion of her fingers as she recalled overhearing Lance brag to Cade about the women he’d had, and occasionally his indulgence in more than one woman at a time. However, lately he hadn’t talked so much about his sexual exploits. Instead, he’d become quiet and—around her—even distant.
What is up with that?
She stilled, remembering the note Cade had left her about checking on Lance and that it was important. The paper with Cade’s familiar scribble never said why Lance needed checking on, but held an invisible urgency between the lines. Something wasn’t right, especially since Lance had two vampires in his employ, his butler, Monty, and his housekeeper, Suez. Withdrawing her fingers, she figured she would ask him at breakfast and find out if anything was wrong. She threw back the heavy quilt and noticed she wore nothing but a baggy T-shirt and her thong. The shirt obviously belonged to Lance, by the large fit. Where were her clothes? How did she get out of them? The thought of the delicious vampire stripping her turned her on even more. The rain last night had soaked her to the bone, and now her jeans and shirt lay folded on a large chaise lounge. No doubt, her vampire host had a servant make sure they were ready first thing for her.
She needed a shower, wanted to angle the spray of the water on her clit to relieve some of the pressure from her arousal. Rarely did her dreams of hot sex turn her on as much as the one she had had the night before. Even now, the wicked images from her slumber haunted her mind, and her pussy clenched, heavy with desire. Her dreams of hot, passionate lovemaking with Lance were her favorite. Last night’s had been incredibly hot. She had dreamed of straddling his hips and riding his cock while she raked her hands over his strong chest and defined stomach. Again, her inner walls twitched as she vividly recalled the feeling of his thrusts and the look on his handsome face when he squirted inside of her. Lust drew wet between her legs, which made her more aroused and sexually frustrated than she had been. She needed to climax if she ever hoped of using her brain today.
Crossing the room toward the bathroom, she wondered if her host was even up yet. He had the tendency to sleep late, and often into the afternoon, but that was a vampire for you. A glance to the ensuite confirmed there wasn’t a shower, only a very large tub big enough to hold four people. She also knew from having a bath in the expensive tub that the jets were a definite bonus. As tempting as the notion was, she figured a shower would be faster. After, she’d see if Lance was awake and able to give her a ride home. The master vampire didn’t suffer effects from sun. He always joked he’d outgrown that phase a couple hundred years ago. A good thing since he enjoyed working on his tan. A grin worked across her lips, and her mind brought the hot images of his sculpted abdominal muscles and powerful legs the last time he and Cade had hung around the pool at her parents’ house.
Anya exited the bedroom and decided on using the main bathroom, which had a large shower. Every detail of the home was elegant, much like the vampire who lived in the spacious, but not quite a mansion, home. She walked down the hall, neared the enormous bathroom, and came to a halt. The sound of water running should have twigged into her senses sooner, but she was too busy thinking of the vampire’s cock buried deep inside of her. She darted her gaze to the large shower, and her feet refused to move. Heat seared her, and her wet walls released liquid lust as she raked her eyes over the hottest thing she’d ever seen.
One hand cupped his sac while the other worked up and down his thick, long cock. His gorgeous expression was pure pleasure as his hands worked his length. Lance’s long blond hair fell down his back, and the water bounced off his broad shoulder muscles. His eyes were closed, and he looked wrapped up in the moment.
She bit her tongue to stifle a moan, and she slid her hand to her stomach. The sight was so hot that she wished she could stand and watch while she rubbed her clit. Swallowing hard, she decided to go back to her room before her presence was discovered. The situation could prove to be awkward since he was preoccupied with his masturbation.
“Anya,” he groaned quietly in a feral growl.
A gasp escaped her, and Lance’s eyes snapped open. His aquamarine gaze rested on her as he smiled wickedly. Her heart thudded fast and hard, echoing up to her ears.
“Do you like what you see, Anya?” Lance chuckled. “I can see the lust in your eyes. Come join me. Let me take care of that arousal. I guarantee you will feel much better than
my hands.”
Again, she swallowed hard and this time struggled to find her voice. “I better not.”
“I know you’d love nothing more than to have me.”
True. To deny she had dreamed of hot sex with him countless times would be a blatant lie, especially, since last night’s dream still left her longing. “I’ve known you for almost my whole life.” Her mind replayed the talk and chats she had heard over the years, and her heart tugged. “I guarantee you, I don’t have the experience you’re used to the women you usually bed having.”
“You don’t know that, angel.” Lance’s eyes sparkled as his hands came off his thick, large dick then ran down his chest and abdominal muscles.
He had called her angel since the time she was ten. “Why do you call me angel, when lately you do all you can to avoid me?”
Lance crossed his arms across his chest. His muscles rippled and emphasized his large, toned frame. “I have my reasons for keeping my distance from you.”
“I can only imagine what lame-ass excuse you’re going to feed me.” Her need increased as her gaze worked up his rock-hard dick pointing straight up. By the heavens above, she wanted to experience him. Her wet inner walls tightened. She needed to escape before he read the highly erotic thoughts running through her mind.
“You’re all grown up, no longer the little girl.”
“Wow, Lance, you noticed?” She shouldn’t have been sarcastic, but her sexual frustration overruled her manners.
“I haven’t looked at you as Cade’s little sister in a long time,” he informed her as he stepped out of the shower. His chest and stomach were defined, each muscle outlined by the curves and creases. She longed to run her tongue over him.
“Speaking of your brother,” Lance added. “He will be very pissed to find out his little sister was cutting through the Warder’s Woods after dark. Those werewolves almost ripped you apart. I hate to think what would have happened if I hadn’t gotten there. You could’ve been raped, possibly even killed.” His tone was harsh, firm, and most of all, scolding.
Cade would be furious with her, especially since he had warned her countless times about the haunted forest. “Do you really think my brother would approve if I joined you in the shower?”
Most definitely not. Why did I ask?
He grinned and ran his tongue over a pointy tooth. “He’s not stupid. He knows I have lusted after you since you turned eighteen. No doubt, he’d rather have you with me as opposed to some weak human male who can’t protect you against the evils in the world. Besides, you can’t stay single forever, Anya.”
“Sure I can.” Her stubborn streak kicked in, and she knew Lance as well as her brother. Determination and strong-headedness were as much of a turn-on as her big, perky chest and her toned legs with a tan.
Lance spoke the truth. Lately, her parents had had several prestigious families and their sons over for dinner. Although the guys were good-looking, her heart longed for the one man she couldn’t have.
He crossed the floor, closing the distance between them. Water caressed his skin and ran over his magnificent body. His hand snaked out and pulled her close. Her skin flamed beneath his touch, and her nipples hardened. The light fabric of the T-shirt held nothing back, and if the hot vampire didn’t pick up the scent of her desire, the fact her taut peaks poked hard against the oversized cotton tee and into his solid chest revealed her need.
She should have been nervous with the way his eyes stared at her, but her body begged for more than his heated gaze offered. Her lashes fluttered as his head lowered and a wet hand stroked the skin of her bare leg. The velvety smooth texture of his tongue teased her lower lip, and her knees almost buckled from the intensity. Her wildest fantasies were coming true, and she planned to take full advantage of the situation. Ladylike or not, she was far from a child and planned to handle the situation like a woman.
Bed the vampire at all costs. Even if it means forgoing a bed and having him take me against the wall.
Anya parted her mouth, and Lance’s tongue thrust inside in hot exploration. She lifted a hand to his chest, slick from the shower. She savored the taste of his mouth as if it were her favorite flavor. His thick, large cock poked into her belly, and all rational thoughts of her brother’s or her parents’ opinion vanished.
Strong, wet hands caressed her legs, then dipped between her thighs. She bucked as Lance’s hands worked to the scant silk of her panties and teased over the fabric soaked by her ache. The graze of his finger over her clit sent every nerve in her body on alert. She moaned against his tongue when his fingers slipped into the fabric and her thong slid down her leg to the floor.
Lance’s mouth lifted from hers and nuzzled near the sensitive skin by her ear. “You’re so beautiful, angel.” His whisper hardened her body further, and his touch caressed over her flesh to her breasts. He captured her nipples in his fingers and rolled them slightly in his touch through the fabric of the shirt. She moaned and reveled in every second of the hunky vampire’s attention. Lance’s breath teased her behind the ear. “I’ve fantasized about you and have wanted you for so long.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Her voice came out in a barely audible tone as he caressed her, then cupped the flesh of her ass in his strong hold, and brought his erection harder into her pelvis.
“I wasn’t sure how to approach you.” His gaze met hers, and an unreadable emotion flickered in the aquamarine depths. “It’s complicated. I’ve haunted your dreams countless times.” His fingers released her from their grasp before they curled around the hem of the shirt she wore. “I know your thoughts while you sleep and have tried to please you in them.”
She ached, and she wanted Lance more than ever. She thinned her lip. “Well you failed. You may have pleased me in my dreams, but I usually end up very sexually frustrated and far from satisfied come morning.”
Lance’s delicious mouth curled into a smile, and he lifted a brow. “I think I better redeem myself.” His gaze caressed her face before he looked her in the eyes. “Angel, don’t plan on going anywhere. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be lucky to walk.”
She gulped back her nerves, and her heart picked up speed. Anya’s pussy pulsed in anticipation, her emotions running to the quick of her soul. “Tell me, gorgeous, is that a promise or a threat?”
Chapter Two
Lance’s body ignited. So pretty, so sassy, and the angel he’d coveted since the day she turned legal almost eight years ago, now was going to be his pleasure. He wasn’t playing games anymore and tugged the T-shirt over her head, revealing a curvy body and large, perky breasts. This was more than sex, whether the lovely lady knew it or not. Right now, emotion didn’t matter. Burying his cock in her did. He cupped her breast in his hand, then rolled her erect nipples between his fingers, and she bucked. Lifting his other hand, he captured the firm flesh of her ass in his hold and inched her closer to his aching need.
She moaned, and Lance reveled as he lowered his mouth to hers. Hot and wanting full lips met him, and he thrust his tongue inside to have another taste. He dipped a hand between her thighs before he trailed his finger over her skin, then played in her wet folds. She groaned when his thumb grazed her clit, and she pressed her pussy against his touch. He ached to explode and come all over the milky smooth skin of her stomach as her tongue entwined with his and her hand wrapped around his neck. Thank Christ that, at over six hundred years old, he had some control. Anya, though, would push any man’s or vampire’s resolve to the limit.
He lifted his lips from her and smiled as her dark eyes opened and her chest raised and fell in her struggle for breath. “You’re heavenly.”
Lance’s words left his mouth in a rasp, and he tightened his grip on her, then hoisted her up onto the counter. He tucked one of her feet up on the marble surface, then the other, before spreading her legs and getting a great view of her wet sex. Her pussy glistened with her juice, and he gently teased her wet folds. She definitely had become soaked with ar
ousal, yet he still noticed her hesitation. He knew his friend’s sister had not a lot of experience with men, but that didn’t matter. Lance knew she wouldn’t disappoint him and cherished the fact she wanted to give herself to him. He slid his fingers inside Anya’s tight pussy, and his mouth reclaimed her in a kiss. He planned to take his time with her, and though he knew she wasn’t a virgin, he still didn’t want to run the risk of hurting her with his large size.
She moaned and reached for his hair. Her fingers laced through the strands, then tugged lightly when the kiss deepened.
Lance thrust his tongue into Anya’s mouth, and slid another finger into her. She gasped in surprise, and her wet walls became even slicker. His sac ached, and he wanted nothing more than to plunge his dick into her and fulfill his desire to not only fill her but to simply share the intimacy. He lifted his lips from her mouth and lightly trailed kisses over her collarbone. Taking his time to tease her skin with his tongue, he worked down to a hard nipple and captured the peak in his mouth.
Anya shifted her hips to meet the slow thrusts of his fingers. He sucked her breast and flicked his tongue across the hard nipple. The ache and strain of his cock intensified, and precome seeped from the head. Lance desperately wanted to bury himself inside her, but at the same time wanted this moment last. A sad thought crossed his mind that he may never have the pleasure of her again. He quickly pushed the notion from his mind. She had quickly become his world, and as much as he adored the girl, he now very deeply loved the woman. A detail he had kept to himself, though he knew Cade had suspected.
Lance lifted his mouth from her breast and met her gaze. He grasped her knees and pointed the tip of his aching dick at her entrance. His gaze met her dark brown one. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted you?”
She shook her head that she didn’t and caressed the skin of his throbbing cock. “No, why don’t you show me?”