Her Vampire Obsession

by Richardson, Lesli

  I want to make full use of every second I’ll have, showing her how I feel.

  Once we’re locked inside, I smile and pull her into my arms. “Where are your things?”

  “I’ll grab them later once we’re alone. They’re counting tills and tips up in the office. I didn’t want to get roped into closing procedures. Theophilus shooed me down here.”

  I kiss her, savoring her. “Remind me to thank him later.”

  “I will.” Another kiss, with her delicious body pressed along mine and setting my soul aflame once more. I am a better man with her in my arms and no one can convince me otherwise. I want to be the best I can for her.

  “Seems like someone got left hanging earlier,” she teases as I back her toward the bed.

  “We will remedy that, eventually.” I kiss my way along her jaw, to the sensitive spot I found behind her ear earlier, and she shivers in my arms. “Right now, I want to keep that one promise to you.”

  “Which one?”

  I smile down at her. “To tie you up and spend as long as I want eating you.”

  * * *

  Eilidh

  Heat fills my face and my pulse spikes. I know he can tell it does, because his smile darkens, widens, pure desire.

  “You are, huh?”

  He arches his eyebrow at me. “Yeesss. I want another taste of that sweet pussy. That tease earlier wasn’t nearly enough to satiate me.”

  Gulp!

  When the backs of my knees hit the bed, he eases me down onto it, following me and kissing me until I pretty much forget my own name, assumed or otherwise. Before I know it, I’m helping him strip me, until I’m lying there naked before him, except for the ring on the chain, and he’s still fully clothed.

  “One last thing,” he says, pointing to my wig.

  I quickly remove the hair pins, pull the wig and wig cap off, and then take out the hair bands and pins holding my braids in place.

  He takes it all from me and puts it on the dresser, then uses his fingers to comb out my tresses. “Perfect. Don’t move, sweetheart.” He retrieves something from the closet—a few things, it turns out—and holds up a coil of rope to start with.

  “What are your safewords?”

  I swallow. “Red and yellow.”

  “And where are we right now?”

  “Green, Sir.”

  He holds up a sleep mask, dangling it from his finger. “Yes, or no?”

  All the times I’ve watched people submitting to the vampires and longed to experience it come flooding to mind.

  All the times I’ve denied myself, refused invitations to scene. Even from Lucius’ men, who promised not to feed from me or thrall me, if I’d just submit to them.

  All the fantasies that have filled my dreams for years.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  That gorgeous smile widens, and my personal Not-Ianto leans in and kisses me. “Good girl,” he whispers. He kisses me again and eases the blindfold over my head, fitting it in place. “How’s that?”

  “Green.”

  I hear and feel him step away for just a moment, like he’s getting something else from the closet. “I will not feed from you tonight,” he says. “I swear. I doubt anything I do tonight will accidentally draw blood, either. I want that clear. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  I feel the bed sink next to me. Then I hear the whisper of rope as he uncoils it, the soft thump as the loose end lands next to me on the mattress, and then his hands are back, at my right wrist.

  Working quickly, he binds my wrist, pushes my thighs open, and bends my knees up and back. My right knee is quickly lashed to my wrist, and then that to somewhere else, I’m assuming an underbed restraint point, because it has several. He repeats it with my left wrist and knee, and I’m lying there spread open for him.

  “Wonderful,” he whispers.

  My breath comes in quick, shallow gasps as anticipation wrenches sky-high. I do trust him.

  And I want this.

  More than anything.

  I want him.

  He’s still dressed when he leans in and I feel his cool breath against my exposed pussy. I’m wet, and he damn well knows it. My nipples have tightly pebbled, and I’m eager to feel his hands on me again.

  I jump when the tip of his tongue lightly traces around my clit, slow, lazy circles that immediately have me whining and rocking against his mouth, wanting and needing more.

  His hands close around my breasts, thumb and forefinger gently rolling my nipples and adding to my hunger as he continues teasing me.

  “Mmm, sweetheart. I might spend the rest of the night doing nothing but sampling you like this.” He slowly swipes the length of his tongue along my clit, making me moan. “Get comfortable, because you’ll be here for a while.”

  Honestly? That’s the last coherent thought I have for…well, a while. He makes me come almost immediately, plunging his tongue deep inside me and tasting me after he does. Then he uses his fingers on me, slipping them inside me and finding my G-spot while lightly sucking on my clit. He even ends up donning gloves and slipping a lubed finger up my ass while making me come—helloooo, there!—and sending me over the damned moon.

  By the time he finally removes my blindfold, I’m spent and trembling and soooo damned glad I don’t have to leave him tonight.

  No kidding—best orgasms of my life. I totally lost count.

  He keeps raising the bar, somehow.

  He smiles as he unfastens his belt and slowly slides it out of his jeans. “I had planned to use a multitude of implements on you tonight, love, but the hour grows late, and perhaps the first thing I use on you should be something that actually belongs to me. Something you can see and blush over as I thread it through my belt loops.”

  Motherfucker, he’s absolutely right. I’m already eagerly nodding as he holds the buckle and winds the rest of the belt around his hand, leaving a tail maybe twelve inches.

  Smiling, he holds it out to me. “Kiss it, sweetheart.”

  I do, my gaze locked with his as I kiss and lick the soft, supple leather. Heat turns his blue eyes dark grey, and I can see the way his cock presses against the front of his jeans. He unties the ropes where they’re attached to the bed and closes my thighs, turning me toward the left.

  Faster than I can follow the movement, his hand flicks out and the leather belt kisses my ass, making me yelp more from shock than pain, because it didn’t hurt.

  But he smiles. “Color?”

  “Green.”

  Again and again he uses the belt on me as he slowly increases the intensity. He turns me back and forth, evenly coating my ass and the backs of my thighs with marks, until my mind has once again sailed off into a sweet, happy oblivion I know all too well is subspace. Still, every impact is a little harder, a little more time between them, until I’m wincing and yelping and just about to call yellow when he stops.

  “Goooood girl.”

  Holy shitballs, I’m flying.

  He sets the belt aside, unties me, and starts undressing. All while his hungry gaze devours me. He looks at me the way Captain Jack looks at Ianto, and I’m starting to think maybe I’m going to get a happily ever after of my own. Finally.

  I mean, I hope so, because things didn’t end so well for Jack and Ianto.

  I’m still salty about that, by the way.

  Once he’s naked, he stalks up the bed, covering me, staring down at me. “You realize you’re mine, don’t you?”

  I pull him in for a kiss. “Two-way street, buster.”

  “Absolutely, love.” He notches his cock against me and easily slides deep inside, both of us moaning at the sensation.

  I wouldn’t have blamed him if he used this time to ride me like he stole me and get off, but he takes his time, adjusting position and angle, until I realize what he’s doing when his cock perfectly glides across my clit on the withdrawal, and along my G-spot as he thrusts.

  Holy.

  Shit.

  My toes curl. His gaze
narrows and he grabs my wrists, pinning them as he keeps it up. Now that he’s got my number, I realize he’s not stopping until he gets one out of me like this. It takes a little while, but when I feel the climb start, he senses it.

  “That’s it, love,” he whispers. “Everything is mine, including this.”

  I would argue that we need a little more time together before orgasm control becomes a thing between us, except I tip over the edge and start to come.

  “There you are.” He picks up the pace, prolonging my own release, until he catches up with me and finishes deep inside me, his lips on mine, my arms and legs wrapped around him.

  My heart wrapped around his.

  Fuck, I’m falling in love with him. When the hell did that happen?

  26

  Eilidh

  We curl up together and doze off. It’s just before dawn Saturday morning when I remember I still haven’t grabbed my stuff from upstairs in the office. If I don’t do it now, I won’t want to do it later, and I reeeally don’t want to do a walk of shame in front of Benny or anyone else just so I can take a shower before working my shift.

  I start to extricate myself from Dex’s embrace and he pulls me back. “Where are you going, love?” he mumbles.

  He must be exhausted. He couldn’t have been comfortable sleeping in my closet last night. “I need to go upstairs and get my stuff from the office.”

  He pulls me in for a kiss. “Hurry back, sweetheart. I’ll miss you”

  My heart pounds, because for a second there, I thought he was going somewhere else with that. I’m not sure if I’m disappointed or not that he didn’t. “Miss you, too,” I whisper back, terrified to admit what I just thought.

  That maybe he really is the one. Not sure how to wrap my head around that.

  He peels open one blue eye. “I’m afraid the sun will catch me earlier than I’d hoped today, but we are having a long and deep talk about our future together when I awaken. You’re mine, and I’m not letting you go. Understand?”

  I nod.

  “Good girl.” A handsome, sleepy smile fills his face and he makes adorable fish lips at me.

  I lean in for one more kiss. “Sleep well, Sir. I might have to get up before you do to get ready for work, so don’t panic if I’m not here when you wake up.”

  He mumbles something, but from the way all the tension flows from his body, I can tell he’s already out like a light.

  I do a quick clean-up in the bathroom and pull my clothes on. I don’t bother taking the wig with me, because I’ll just be putting it on again down here before my shift.

  Well, I’ll be putting it on up in the nightclub bathroom, because there aren’t any mirrors down here, even in the private suites.

  The suite automatically locks behind me, but I have the other key. Humming lightly to myself, I make my way upstairs to the nightclub and don’t even bother checking behind the bar to see if the closing procedures were done correctly. That can wait.

  Yay, me! Look at me, putting myself first, for a change.

  I just want to grab my things and get back to Dex. We’re totally alone in the club—I can feel it. Just me and Dex.

  That’s kinda cool, in a way. Having it all to our lonesome.

  Too bad he can’t be awake longer to enjoy more of it.

  I’m hoping we can use the cross or spanking bench that’s in the suite tonight.

  My ass is pleasantly sore, not much, just enough to make me want more.

  A lot more.

  Okay, I want everything with him. If he was some rando vampire from nowhere, I wouldn’t be having this reaction, I’m sure. But Lucius knows him, and while Lucius might not be a stellar being in terms of ethics and morals, he doesn’t lie to the people he considers within his trusted inner circle, including humans. I’ve never seen him do that. If anything, it would behoove him to warn me off Dexter, because I know Dex won’t let me sell blood to Lucius now. So, Lucius is actually losing money.

  Meaning he must really believe Dexter is a good guy.

  I head upstairs to the second floor. When I enter the main office suite, on my way to my desk I walk past the security console, where all the CCTV and security camera feeds are displayed on monitors. That’s when movement on one of them catches my eye.

  I back up and stare, horror washing through me.

  It’s one of the cameras focused on the private employee parking area directly behind the club, which currently shows the Audi is the only vehicle parked there.

  Standing right there is my phantom dog creature, more solid than I’ve ever seen him looking before. I flip camera modes. He’s appearing on the IR feed, too, and when I flip it to FLIR, while he’s not clear, you can see a faint blob a slightly different temperature.

  Meaning he has form, substance.

  The scream locks in my throat, cold chills rooting me in place. I watch as it circles the car several times. Then, just as it’s about to head toward the club’s back door, the sun’s rays break over the tops of buildings to the east and illuminate the parking area, and the phantom fades from sight as if it was never there.

  I gasp for air and only then realize I’d been holding my breath.

  Fuuuuck!

  When I run the feed back—yep, there it is. I most certainly did NOT imagine it. And it looks like it came from the direction we drove.

  Like it was scenting the Audi.

  Tracking me.

  Without thinking, I grab my phone and snap a few pics of the image. I want proof I can look at later just to prove to myself and anyone else that I am not fucking insane.

  Well, I mean, I might be insane, but I’m not imagining this thing, or making it up.

  I’m on autopilot now. I grab all my things from behind my desk and bolt downstairs, heading to the front door. A well-honed checklist is already rolling through my mind as I feel a familiar, cool detachment settling within me.

  Money stash… Cat and Dog… Burner phones… Clothes… Bathroom stuff… Bedding… Load the microwave and mini fridge first, what I can fit in the cooler and load it, pack everything around them…

  The logistics are the only thing in my head as I ease the front door open to see the brightly sun-lit sidewalk in front of the club, then lock the door behind me.

  I’m already halfway down the block before I flag a cab.

  I have it drop me one building over from my apartment building and let myself in the rear entrance instead of the front. I don’t want to risk running into Garrett or Amber. Then I scamper up the stairs, because ditto the elevators.

  I’m nearly panicked by the time I finally reach my apartment. I wish I could say good-bye to Dexter…

  But he’s already safely locked away in the suite for the day, and I need to get the fuck out of Tucson so that thing doesn’t home in on him.

  Now.

  Unfortunately, this is an operation I know how to do all too well. I grab my suitcases and dump them in the middle of the floor, wide open and ready. I also grab the box of contractor’s bags from under the kitchen sink. I’ve learned to keep my life limited to what I can carry in them and fit in my car. I’ll lose the furniture, but that’s easily replaced.

  If I can’t load it in the car, it’s not going. And as of right now, everything in the apartment, other than the furniture, will fit in my car.

  Marie Kondo has nothing on me.

  More items filter through my mind.

  Go through Mesa and check the mailbox… File a mail hold online for here…

  The adrenaline spike doesn’t ease up as the morning rolls on. By ten a.m., I’m ten miles northwest of Tucson before the crash finally hits me.

  Dex.

  I pull over into a truck stop and park, drop my head onto the steering wheel, and sob.

  This isn’t fucking fair!

  Why now? He just told me he wanted to discuss the future, that he wouldn’t let me go!

  And…I love him.

  But…

  The memory of my mom’s bruised and bat
tered face as they pulled her life support haunts me now.

  The memory of her injuries that day when she came home and told me Dad died, and that we had to move.

  The years of running, of early morning dashes from wherever we were living. Literally waking up in a new city.

  I cannot have someone else’s death be on my conscience. Not when I’m certain Mom was killed because of me.

  We ran because of me.

  Because she was trying to keep me safe.

  And I’m now convinced it killed her, or had something to do with her death. It’s obviously more than just a ghost, because the FLIR feed showed a heat signature. Maybe the dog thing found her, and its owner followed and was the one who killed her. Funny that the police couldn’t find any kind of evidence on her. They said the DNA didn’t even make sense. That it was a contaminated sample.

  Shit. I’m still in my Club Toxic tee and jeans.

  I dig a plain black tank top out of my overnight bag and swap it out. Then I pull my hair into a ponytail and don a baseball cap I’ve had since Toronto before I top off my gas tank using one of the prepaid cards. After a quick stop in the bathroom, I buy a bag of ice for the cooler, two large, strong black coffees, a couple of cheese sticks, and three large bottles of water. I plug one of the backup burner phones into my car charger and let it start powering up. Twenty minutes after I arrive, I’m back in my SUV and ready to leave.

  Except…

  Dex.

  I didn’t even turn in my keys. To the club or my apartment. I just…

  Ran.

  I grab my phone and create a new text message to Dex, except nothing comes to mind. How do I distill my feelings and fears into a text?