Her Vampire Obsession

by Richardson, Lesli

  The rest of me has pulled hard enough on the emergency brake to keep those words from tumbling out of my mouth, though. Because, let’s be honest, crazy-hot chemistry aside, I barely know the guy.

  Every slow thrust he takes makes me try to grind against him, but he’s got a firm grip on my ass and I don’t have any leverage. All I can do is hold on and kiss him, which isn’t a bad option, either.

  I mean, he’s fucking hot.

  Relatively speaking, because the sensation of his cool cock fucking me only makes it all feel sexier.

  Then, he stops. At this point I’m pretty much beyond doing anything except begging. But he smiles and slips a hand between us again, his magic thumb doing its thing on my clit, and I moan, shamelessly begging for more.

  My body clenches around his hard cock and I’m sooo glad he can’t compel me.

  That means he’s really this good in bed.

  Fuuuuuck me.

  “Do you want to come again, love?” he softly teases.

  “Yes, Sir!” Yep, those two words are already engraved in my brain. The first time I said them sounded so damned perfect that I can’t help doing it now. He absolutely has my trust. He could’ve already had his fangs buried in my flesh and I wouldn’t have stopped him.

  Who’d a thunk my perfect guy would be Fangster Hunkadoofalus?

  My objections to why this can’t work have mostly dissolved. He’s old and smart—minus the time management snafu earlier—and rich and powerful. There’s got to be a way to make this work.

  I can’t imagine not having him in my life. I want to keep making him smile like this. I want to be the reason he wants to stay alive and stay safe.

  I want to be his, and I want him to be mine.

  I want this to last, so I can get to know him and silence the remaining doubts in my brain for good.

  My gaze locks on his. “I can’t share you. Please don’t do this to me and ask me to share you.”

  He leans in and kisses me again, which presses his thumb against me and his cock farther inside me, making my clit flutter with pleasure. “Only you. I can buy what I need to feed.”

  “I mean…you know… Bad guys, okay. Waste not, want not. Drain them dry, but that’s—”

  He silences me with a long, deep kiss and pistons his cock inside me several times, shoving all my cares out of my brain.

  Who says he can’t compel me? Maybe not the usual way, but this is a damn good method of shutting down my brain.

  Every thrust he takes drags his cock along my G-spot, until I’m coming again, and the feel of my body clamping down on him as the orgasm slams home only makes it that much stronger.

  With his arms around me he speeds up, thrusting deep and fast inside me until he explodes, groaning with pleasure as he falls still buried within me after a last, deep stroke. His lips close over mine, tender and gentle this time, his tongue flicking against my teeth, zooming in on my canines, running the tip over them.

  That’s when I realize his teeth are a little sharper than they were.

  Where that might have terrified me before,…not now.

  I force my eyes open to find him looking at me, waiting.

  “Do you want to feed from me?” I whisper.

  He smiles. “Yes, but I will not do that here and now. Not like this. I want us stretched out in a bed without worrying about the neighbors overhearing you scream my name. There’s plenty of time for that, sweetheart. Doesn’t have to happen now. Doesn’t even have to happen this month or this year.” He nips my bottom lip. “Then again, I’d planned to make love to you for the first time in a bed, too. You have a way of making me discard my best-laid plans.”

  He holds me as I unwind my legs from around him, his arms caging me until he’s certain I can support my own weight.

  Which is iffy, to be honest.

  All I want to do is go to bed and cuddle with him. But if I do that, we’re back to square one in the closet game, because I could probably sleep most of the night, at this point.

  “Shower, Sir?” I ask.

  His face glows with a radiant joy I never imagined possible for any being to express. Leaning in, he nuzzles noses with me. “Shower, love.”

  I take off the necklace holding the ring and leave it on the counter. Once we’re in the shower, he takes the scrubby from me and washes my back. “So why were you crying earlier? Because of what we already discussed, or something else?”

  I lean back against him, pulling his arms around me. “Because of the hairs. Because I guess that’s when it hit me how freaking dangerous it was for you here.”

  He nuzzles the side of my neck. I can almost imagine what it’ll feel like the first time he feeds from me.

  I want that.

  How’d I get here? In just a couple of days?

  He washes me, washes my hair for me, and then I wash him. Now that my brain isn’t totally shut down with pleasure, I can explore and appreciate what a freaking hunk he is. Firm chest and abs, hard, lean muscles. I can imagine him running wild on the Scottish moors, his hair long and… Did they have kilts back then?

  Whatever.

  He turns to face me again, staring down at me with pure adoration in his blue eyes.

  Not-Ianto wants me. Fuck me, I’m so screwed.

  Especially when he drops to his knees with a very wicked grin and licks between my thighs, nudging my legs apart and bracing me with his hands.

  Ooohhhh mmmmyyyy!

  The way he drags his tongue over my sensitive clit makes me see stars well before he has me coming all over his face. I’m barely coherent and only his hand pinning me to the shower wall is keeping me upright by the time he’s finally satisfied I’ve had enough, and he stands.

  His cock’s hard again, too.

  “How was that, love?”

  I pull him in for a long kiss, tasting myself on him, loving his unabashedly carnal grin. Like he’s happy just because I got me some.

  As if his needs are secondary.

  “That was fricking amazing. But what about you?”

  He continues smiling as he slowly shakes his head. “I’ll wait until later.”

  I reach down and palm his hard cock. Hello, friend. “But that’s kind of mean, making you wait.”

  “You’re not ‘making’ me do anything, love.” He backs me against the wall again, his hands braced against it and caging my head. “Anything I do like this is because I want to, not because I feel obligated. Taking care of what’s mine is, believe me, exactly what I want to be doing.”

  I swallow hard. I guess I am his now, huh?

  I mean, my body and lady parts and heart are all on-board with that plan. Completely.

  When we finish our shower, I wrap a towel around my hair and grab my robe. He ties a towel low around his hips and I want to lick along where his abs form a V that points to Happy Land, now concealed by a layer of cheap grey terrycloth. I want to bite his tight, gorgeous ass.

  Guess that’s irony, huh?

  He picks up the chain and studies the ring. “I’m sorry I haven’t had the opportunity yet to research this for you. I promise I’ll do that this week.”

  “Thank you.”

  “May I try it on?”

  I nod.

  I hold my breath as he unfastens the chain’s clasp and slides it free from the ring, then fits the ring on his left ring finger.

  It fits him perfectly.

  Don’t know what I was expecting to happen, but I suck in a relieved breath as the world doesn’t end. Smiling, he removes the ring from his finger and hands it back to me. He watches as I thread it onto the chain and then drape it around my neck again.

  It’s a comfort having it back where it belongs.

  “What?”

  He smiles. “Nothing, love.” He leans in for a kiss. “I suppose we should eat.”

  “Yeah. Got it covered.” First, I need to get the food cooking. I head to the kitchen, where I grab my electric skillet and dump in the frozen dinner kit I picked up earlier. It’ll
cook in about twenty minutes while I return to the bathroom and dry my hair.

  I’m used to making do with a small microwave, an electric skillet, and a slow cooker. I do have a single-burner hot plate, too. All things that easily fit in my vehicle, and it means I can live in a hotel room for weeks at a time, if I need to. I have a tiny mini fridge stowed in the closet with the rest of my things. I don’t need it in the apartment, obviously, but as long as I have access to electricity, I’m good. I rarely use my apartment’s stove, unless I’m boiling eggs or cooking pasta or something like that.

  While I’m doing that, Dex retrieves a bag of blood from the fridge, and I show him where I keep the four plain coffee mugs I own. Hey, they’re multitaskers. Not like I entertain guests. I have two large refillable water bottles, and the coffee mugs. It’s all I need. Plus, they’re microwaveable. You can also drink wine or liquor from a coffee mug just as well as you can from a fancy glass.

  Hey, don’t judge.

  I return to the bathroom so I can finish drying my hair. I’ll still need to put my wig on, but I’ll do that after we eat. By the time I emerge from the bathroom with my hair blown dry, he’s finished off three of the bags of blood and is dressed in his jeans, no shirt, and barefoot.

  My clit waves her hand in the air, signaling that she hasn’t tapped out yet.

  And the church said, “Amen.” I didn’t think he could look any hotter than he did last night in his suit, but I was wrong.

  So, soooo wrong. Once he dons the boots, button-up, and vest, he’s going to be lighting fires in lady parts all around Tucson just from spontaneous combustion.

  Maybe this was a miscalculation on my part. He’s going to have every goddamned het woman, and more than a few gay men—maybe even some of the straight ones—wanting him tonight.

  Except…

  I take a deep breath. He agreed not to have sex with or feed off anyone.

  I’ve got to trust him, since he hasn’t given me any reason not to trust him.

  I receive another of “those” looks from him. “What?” I ask.

  “I might not be able to read you, or compel you, but I can sense when something troubles you, love.”

  “It’s nothing. You promised you wouldn’t do anything with anyone else tonight, and I need to trust you.”

  His expression softens and he walks over to me. When he pulls me against him, that lickable bare chest of his…

  Mmmm. Yeah.

  “If you would prefer, I can take you to work, speak with Lucius, and then leave and return in plenty of time to pick you up, and we can return to my hotel. Or, I can have John wait for you and drive you, once your shift ends. Then there’s no reason for you to have any concerns.”

  I tighten my grip around him. “Yeah, but then you won’t be there, and I won’t be able to walk up to you and kiss you in front of everyone and stake my claim on you.” I tip my head back and stare into his eyes. “It’s silly to do that. We’ll lose more time. Let’s stick to the plan of staying at the club.”

  “Are you certain?”

  “Yeah.” I rise onto my toes and kiss him. “But bonus boyfriend points to you for making the offer and meaning it. Sir,” I belatedly add.

  He smiles. “I can’t wait until the day I hear you upgrade that descriptor.”

  “Which one?”

  “Boyfriend.” He kisses me again. “Maybe to dominant. Master. Husband.”

  That last one makes me gasp, because I both want it, and yet I can’t imagine I’ll ever be that lucky.

  He nuzzles the side of my neck—holy hellballs, when did I suddenly become so sensitive there? “The day you decide you wish to call me the last one will be one of the happiest days of my exceedingly long life.”

  24

  Eilidh

  It’s almost nine p.m. by the time we’re ready to leave. I feel guilty that I’m not already at work. Friday and Saturday are the two busiest nights of the week.

  Except seeing Dexter dressed, and wearing those boots—and that leather belt—nearly makes me want to quit right then. I was right—he looks hot as fuck.

  Watching him roll up his shirtsleeves to just below his elbows is a borderline religious experience.

  Can I get a hallelujah?

  Dexter offers to carry everything downstairs and have the Audi waiting for me at the entrance to my building, so I don’t have to walk across the parking lot in the dark, but I nix that idea.

  I don’t need anyone trying to give him shit in the elevator or lobby. It’s best if I’m with him. Besides, nothing happened last night while we were out. And any time I’ve ever seen my phantom doggo, I’ve been alone.

  Of course, I’m usually alone, but still.

  I’ve got this. I will put my trust in Dexter.

  I pack a tote bag with everything I’m going to need for an overnight, and he refuses to let me carry anything other than my purse. Fortunately, we don’t run into anyone in the elevator or lobby, and we quickly cross the parking lot to where I parked the Audi. The sound his boots make as he crosses the parking lot makes my lady parts throb in time with his steps.

  Yeah, suit fetish just dropped to second place.

  He frowns as he stows everything in the back hatch. “Did you get this washed, love?”

  My face heats. “Yeah,” I mutter. “Garrett was being a wolf when he was talking to me. Leaned on it, put his hands all over it. Marking it, sort of. At least he didn’t lick it, or pee on it.”

  Dexter starts laughing. “You are an amazing woman, love.”

  He opens my door for me. Once he’s behind the wheel, I ask, “Why do you say that?”

  “Say what?”

  “That I’m amazing. You barely know me.” Oh, hello, self-doubt and fear. I wondered where you went.

  He turns to me. “You are amazing, and I don’t simply mean your special abilities. You’re a survivor. You’re funny and intelligent. You’re obviously capable, because Lucius wouldn’t have entrusted you with as much responsibility as he has if you weren’t. He isn’t very forgiving of avoidable mistakes, and that you are a human who’s earned his trust means a lot. I might not agree with my ‘uncle’ in many ways, but that doesn’t mean I don’t trust him in others. That he thinks as highly of you as he does, as do his men, is very telling. Then there’s the way the shifters trust you, too.”

  My face heats and I turn forward. “Yeah, well, I’m just lucky.”

  “It’s not merely luck. You and I both know that. And there’s another point—you eschew self-aggrandizement. You don’t pat yourself on the back or look for outside validation.”

  “We really need to go,” I quietly say.

  “Eilidh.”

  Something about his tone makes me turn back to him. He leans in and kisses me. “I promised never to lie to you. One day, I hope you’ll grow comfortable with me paying you compliments.”

  “Yeah, but today is not that day,” I mutter.

  He smiles. “And there’s the wit I love so desperately.” Fortunately, he lets me off the hook. He quickly adjusts the mirrors and seat and everything, and off we go.

  Love.

  I think he’s in love with me.

  He hasn’t exactly said those three little words in that particular order, but I know it.

  I also know if I told him no and walked away from him, he’d likely pursue me anywhere I went. Maybe not trying to force me to be with him, but he’d shadow me.

  As we drive, I can see it play out. Walking away from him means a life of my rent and bills mysteriously being paid. Eating out just to find the tab’s already settled. My car’s gas tank is always full every morning, and the tires never get more than half-worn. If I ever break down, a tow truck will show up before I could even call for it. Guys who I’m not interested in will leave me alone.

  Guys who are?

  He’d probably screen the hell out of them and make sure they were who they said they were. I would never know who wasn’t influenced by him in some way—thrall, money, or just old-
fashioned intimidation.

  Why would I not give this a chance?

  I keep an eye out as he drives. All I see are the normal views of Tucson at night, something I rarely see.

  Here I am, two nights in a row, I’m out and about in it.

  With a guy I barely know.

  With a vampire I’m already falling in love with.

  “You’ve already bought a house, haven’t you?” I ask without looking.

  A pleased tone fills his voice. “An apartment building with an appropriate penthouse. It’s a sound business investment. I’ll buy a house eventually, but I want to see them in person before I make a choice. John and Mark know my preferences for accommodations and can have the arrangements made to convert the penthouse. It already has a safe room. It just needs to be expanded to the full bedroom and en suite.”

  I should have known. I look over at him. “I know it’s not my building, because it doesn’t have a penthouse, and it’s in Garrett’s territory.”

  “Just on the edge of it,” he admits. He can’t hide his pleased smile. “Not far from the property I’m buying for the resort. I’ll be able to directly oversee the construction that way.”

  “How long will it take to fix up the penthouse?”

  “They can install temporary shades by the end of the week, but I would not be living there during the actual renovation. There’s an apartment just one floor down they will prepare for me to live in, and it will be ready by next Wednesday. We’re in the process of buying out the other residents on that floor so my people can live there.” He glances my way with a playful smirk. “Even has a west-facing balcony.”

  “Meaning slightly later mornings, but longer days.”

  “Once the sun’s behind the mountains to the west, it’s safe for me.”

  It’s…overwhelming. “How can you just uproot yourself like this over me?”

  “Not just over you, love. Now that I’ve found a reason to continue living, I realize how much fun it is. And the casino project will go on.”

  “Don’t you have to get permitting permissions for that? Gaming license?”

  This smile is the hard, cold one of a businessman. I’ve seen Lucius wear a similar smile countless times when discussing negotiations that impact his bottom line. “Those will not be obstacles.”