Her Vampire Obsession

by Richardson, Lesli

  He sits, and I let out a yelp as he effortlessly flips me off my feet and face down over his lap again, pins me down by the back of my neck this time and starts to spank me with his other hand.

  To his credit, I know he’s not spanking me a fraction as hard as he could be, but it still fucking hurts.

  Which I realize is the point.

  Not that I mind. Not really.

  Because, as he did before, he’s mixing the spanking with sexy fingering, playing with my clit and nearly driving me crazy with need. “Will you ever run away from me again, girl?”

  “No, Sir!”

  “Who do you belong to?”

  “You, Sir!”

  “That’s right.” He spanks not just my ass but the backs of my thighs, too. “And first thing I’m going to do is fix this for you. Because the second thing we’re going to do is spend the rest of our lives together.”

  He sits me up facing him, straddling him and impaling me on his dick, so he can fuck and kiss me.

  He feels soooo perfect, every stroke perfectly dragging against my clit and driving me closer to the edge. Like we were made for each other.

  Why’d I run again?

  Oh, right. Scary demon dog ghost.

  His hands settle on my hip even as a gorgeous, peaceful smile fills his face. “Ready to let me take care of you, baby?”

  I guess in the grand scheme of things, the fact that he’s a vampire should be the last thing I care about. He’s a good man, sweet, hunky—rich.

  Really rich.

  He spent the last seven weeks searching for me when he barely knew me and could’ve easily given up. And haven’t I cried gallons of tears and called myself every name in the book for walking away from him?

  Guilty.

  A sudden and intense wave of visceral, possessive need sweeps through me. No, I don’t ever want to leave him again. I don’t want him leaving me, either. I pull my hair to the side and tip my head, exposing my neck. “Do it,” I whisper, wanting it.

  Needing it.

  I don’t have to repeat myself. As his fangs sink into my neck, it’s like my world explodes in colors and sounds never imagined by humans before. Like I’ve been living in black and white, and now, I get full visual palettes previously unheard of.

  My mouth prickles, my teeth suddenly feeling too large, too big, and my clit’s throbbing because I’m coming harder than I ever imagined possible.

  Everything’s just…too damned much! Like my nervous system has literally just been plugged into an electric socket. I bite down, hard, on his shoulder to stifle the primal, rolling scream bubbling up unbidden from deep inside me.

  He gasps and releases his bite on me, and I’m still chewing on him. His cock throbs inside me, his fingers digging into my ass, and I realize he’s coming, too.

  There’s a taste in my mouth. Not only his blood, but something else, like a warm, slick, syrupy tang I’ve tasted hints of before but never like this.

  “Eilidh!” he gasps.

  I growl.

  Oops.

  I mean, I literally cannot help it.

  He falls back onto the bed with me still biting him, his fingers spasming against my ass as my teeth remain locked in his flesh. Like there’s two parts of me, one with my hands planted on either side of his head and refusing to give up her yummy chew toy, and the other, who’s horrified and trying to convince me to let the fuck go.

  Dexter releases my ass, and his right hand flails, grabs, finally locks his fingers around my left wrist and forcibly drags it to his mouth, so he can bite down hard on my lower arm.

  “Ow! Fucker!” But it breaks the spell—I’ve let go. He releases his bite on my arm and limply lies there staring at me. At first, I think it’s sunrise starting to pull him under, but it’s not quite time yet.

  This is…

  Like he’s drunk.

  He’s breathing heavily and tries to lift his head but can’t. Instead, it sort of just lolls back and forth.

  Panic flows through me. “Dex? Are you all right?”

  A chuffing sort of laugh escapes him, and he nods. Kind of.

  I grab his hand and press it against my cheek. “I’m sorry! I don’t know why I did that!” The place where I bit’s already healing, thanks to his vampire metabolism. My teeth don’t feel weird anymore, either, although when I run my tongue over them, I can still taste something strange.

  After several tries, he flips over and drags himself up the bed, where he motions for me to snuggle with him.

  “Dex? Are you okay?”

  He nods again, makes a really drunken attempt to kiss me, and then passes out with his face securely pressed against the crook of my neck.

  Shit! Did my blood do that to him?

  Wait…it couldn’t have. He would’ve had that reaction to drinking it bagged, and he didn’t. Lucius and Selene didn’t, either.

  That weird taste is still in my mouth. Not his blood. This is different and separate from that. I run the tip of my tongue over my canines, but they feel like they always do.

  Don’t they?

  Did him biting me trigger something weird in me?

  Oh, what fresh hell is this?

  * * *

  Dexter

  What.

  The.

  Fuck?

  I lie there, struggling to make my body work. This isn’t a dawn-induced stupor.

  This is…

  Different.

  My mind feels like when I was a human and drank way too much mead or ale.

  I haven’t felt like this in…

  Well, ever, because it’s definitely something far different than intoxication. Like a pleasant, wet heat has quickly spread from where Eilidh sank her teeth into my shoulder and bit me.

  I feel like a sweetblood deep in subspace looks after a hard scene, an even harder orgasm, and being fed on.

  Shit.

  My mind swirls and grows fuzzy, even as my cock throbs and tries to grow hard again.

  Except…

  I float.

  Just before I drop into a dark, welcoming chasm of sleep, a picture floats into mind. Of Eilidh and her mother.

  Of the marks on her shoulder.

  And I wonder…

  32

  Dexter

  Less than forty-eight hours after I touched down in Alaska, my airplane is being rolled into a hangar at a small private airport outside Atlanta just at dusk. When the cabin attendant opens the hatch, he waves a human man aboard.

  Chaldis immediately stands, and the two fly into each other’s arms, the human softly sobbing as Chaldis comforts him.

  I ease Eilidh out of the way and motion Chaldis back to the private cabin. “Please, take a few minutes.”

  “Thank you.”

  On their way past, Corbin hugs Eilidh, and I suppose it’s progress on my part that I don’t feel the slightest bit of jealousy over it. I can tell the two men are devoted to each other. Had Corbin been present in Alaska when I arrived, I likely would not have felt any jealousy toward Chaldis then.

  Or, maybe I would have. I am rather possessive of my girl.

  Eilidh and I load into the awaiting SUV, and she snuggles into my arms. “Thank you, Sir.” She kisses me. “I love you so much for doing this.”

  “Yes, well, he seems like a nice enough guy. You know, for a vampire,” I playfully add.

  But her gaze remains on me and she doesn’t smile. “Are you okay, Sir?”

  She’s been incredibly attentive and worried since I awakened hours after our encounter still somewhat fuzzy-headed and borderline high but feeling much better. It took several more hours for the effects of whatever happened to wear off.

  I’m ashamed to say I didn’t tell her my suspicion, because I honestly don’t know what it means.

  Only that I know damn well wolf mates who get marked feel a euphoric “high” from the wolf’s venom. Humans especially so.

  Except Eilidh’s not a wolf, and even wolves are in agreement with that. She isn’t a shif
ter.

  She’s not.

  And yet…

  At one point during our flight from Alaska, while she was in the forward cabin with the others, and Chaldis and I were awake and alone in the private cabin in back, I opened my shirt collar and asked him to look at the mark on my shoulder.

  He agreed it looks like a mating mark.

  What does it mean?

  I don’t know, but next to Lucius, Chaldis is the only other vampire I’d trust to ask this, because he’s spent time with Eilidh—far more than I have, ironically—and he obviously cares about her as a friend. I’m not even sure I’d trust Lucius to ask this, quite honestly.

  It’s on my list of things to puzzle out once we’ve solved the question of her gwyllgi.

  One conundrum at a time, if you please.

  “Aww, I’m not Fangster Hunkadoofalus any longer?” I ask her. “I was growing rather fond of that.”

  That finally wins me a smile and she snuggles even closer to me. “Only when you’re a jerk, Not-Ianto, Sir.”

  I nuzzle my face in her hair. “You, my dear, are biased.”

  “Damn right I am.”

  If it wasn’t for my promise to her to get to the bottom of her gwyllgi, I would have simply asked Chaldis if Eilidh and I could lock ourselves in her bedroom and not come out for a couple of weeks. I wouldn’t mind spending some uninterrupted time with my girl in Alaska.

  I spent nearly two months desperately searching for her. In that time, I imagined nearly every conceivable horror that could have befallen her, hardly daring to hope I would ever again be here with her right now.

  The only reason we aren’t doing that is that I swore never to lie to her. Meaning I have to uphold my promise to her to fix this for her.

  Once we solve this, however?

  My girl is taking a well-deserved vacation, whether she wants to or not. Because we’re going to relax and focus on each other, finally get to know each other in all the ways we need to. I want to know how she likes her coffee—if she even likes coffee. I want to cook brunch with her, and hear her childhood stories. I want to make her laugh as we dance in a midnight rain, and help dry her tears when something makes her sad.

  I want to be the brightest moon in the galaxies in her gorgeous violet eyes. I want to earn every bit of trust she places in me and never let her down.

  And that has to start here, by upholding this promise I made to her. My instincts tell me those answers will be found in Wales.

  The men join us shortly, and soon we’re off to the hotel. I have two trusted men meeting us there who’ve prepared our rooms, and who will stay behind with Chaldis and Corbin, along with John and Mark, while we continue on to the UK. I want to be at the standing stones well before the full moon. Depending on how long this takes, either we’ll detour back through Atlanta to pick up Chaldis and Corbin, or my men will arrange for another private plane to fly them back to Alaska and help them safely return.

  Chaldis stares out the window with Corbin contentedly snuggled against him as we speed through the streets. “The world has changed so much. Seeing it on television doesn’t do it justice. I feel guilty I am keeping you from this, boy.”

  “I don’t want to be where you aren’t, Master,” Corbin softly replies with his face buried against Chaldis’ shoulder.

  “Perhaps we should investigate Tucson,” Chaldis says. “Maybe start spending winters there.”

  “I will attest that the winters in Tucson are not sucky,” Eilidh jokes. “Not in the slightest.”

  “We would be happy to host you as our guests,” I add. “If you’d rather come for a visit first before committing to purchase a home there.”

  Chaldis nuzzles Corbin’s head. “Would you like that, boy? A few months in the sun instead of the cold darkness of Alaska?”

  “But you would be stuck indoors all the time, Master.”

  “I would not mind if you are there, boy.”

  They are adorable together, and while my heart is full with Eilidh at my side, watching the men reminds me so much of my Robert.

  It also reminds me how fleeting humans’ lives are compared to ours. As my gaze briefly connects with Chaldis’ before his focus returns to Corbin, I’m certain he’s thinking the same thing. How fragile are our sweet humans, and how blessed we are to love them.

  To be loved by them.

  We don’t have a very long layover here, but I’m not about to waste a chance to make love to Eilidh right now. Especially since the sun will catch up with us during our flight to Wales. I coax her into the shower with me, where I pin her against the wall and kiss her.

  “You’ll need to decide where we’re going on vacation after we finish this task. Anywhere in the world, love. Your choice.”

  “Scotland,” she softly says. “I want to see your estate there.”

  I didn’t think I could love this woman any more than I already do. “And after that?”

  She smiles. “Where do you want to go?”

  “Anywhere you are. I’ve seen the world. Literally.”

  She wraps her arms around me. “Maybe we can talk to Amber and see if she can give us an idea where my father is, and we can work on that mystery next?”

  Ah. There is that matter. “Of course we can, love. We will.”

  She smiles, and all is right with my world, for now. I slant my lips over hers again. There’s the urge to slide inside her and slowly stroke, but once I do that, I know I’ll spill too quickly, and I want this to last.

  I want to give my girl every reason to want to stay with me.

  Dropping to my knees in front of her, I nudge her thighs apart, draping one of her legs over my shoulder for better access. Licking her sweet pussy fills my mouth with her taste and hardens me even more.

  The things this woman does to me. I haven’t felt like this in…

  Too long.

  Gently pushing aside old memories, I anchor myself here, now, to her. To my sweet girl, my beautiful enigma. I understand why Lucius fell for Selene, even knowing she was trying to kill him, even understanding there was a trap.

  I understand.

  I don’t care why my radiant little sun was brought into my life and placed in my path. Now that she’s here, I will not let her escape me.

  The sweet, needy sounds she makes as I swirl my tongue around her swollen nub help drive away my inner darkness, leaving nothing but clarity and intense purpose in its wake. Please my girl, keep her happy, keep her safe, solve all her problems.

  She joked that Chaldis’ love language is cooking. I suppose mine is fixing her world and making it perfect so she has no worries.

  Only then am I happy, seeing her happy.

  I lick from her clit to her ass and back again, every deep, eager moan rolling from her fueling my own desire. I get her over the first time and, when she tries to push my mouth away, I capture her wrists in one hand and slide two fingers inside her with the other, forcing her over the edge again and again.

  Maybe my cunning, evil plan is to keep her so well-fucked and satisfied that she can barely walk.

  #relationshipgoals

  I lose track of time, and of how many times she’s come, and only relent once her knees are trembling and I know she’s nearly at the limit of her endurance. Then I stand, rinse and dry us both, and carry her into the bedroom.

  No spanking right now. Plenty of time for more of those.

  For now, I want to stare down into her beautiful violet eyes, smile over her sweetly glazed expression as I pin her wrists over her head and slowly fuck her.

  “Think I can coax one more out of you, love?”

  It’s adorable when she bites down on her lower lip, and I dip my mouth and lick it, too. “I don’t know, Sir.”

  “That’s not a no, girl.” I smile. “I’m an overachiever.”

  Slowly thrusting, I watch her, listen to her pulse and breathing, as I adjust my angle and strokes until she is once again rocking in time with me, chasing one last orgasm for me.

 
My precious, good girl.

  My miracle.

  My radiant sun.

  I lose track of time, mesmerized by her climb, until I feel her body clamping down on my dick and her back arches under me. Soft cries I muffle with my mouth as I chase and catch up, joining her, my climax making me see stars and need to catch my breath in a way I cannot remember feeling before.

  Falling still inside her, I brush my lips over hers and ease my grip on her wrists. I see her wits slowly drift back into her mind as her gaze clears and focuses on me. “Why didn’t you bite me?” she softly asks.

  I smile. “Because I fed from you in Alaska, love. I honestly don’t know how much I took then, because someone distracted me.” I nuzzle her nose with mine. “There might be times I literally feed from you, if you feel up to it, and times, I playfully bite you and sip just a little, for fun. But while I truly love you for trusting me enough to give that to me, the next time we do it, I’d rather be more controlled and make sure I never take too much from you, love.”

  She wraps her arms around me and plays with my hair, which I love. Who knew such a sweet, innocent gesture would be such a balm to my soul? “I trust you, Sir.”

  I rest my forehead against hers. “I never dreamed I’d ever again find someone I trust as much as I trust you.”

  I wish we didn’t have to move from that room, but less than six hours later, before dawn, Eilidh and I are in the air once more and winging toward the UK. We’ll head to Wales immediately. She hasn’t been able to pinpoint exactly when all her other sightings happened, but we were able to discover her mother died on a full-moon night. A call to Neimus reveals that he clearly remembers it was a full moon when Eilidh left after seeing the thing in Toronto years ago.

  It’s not conclusive by itself, but it is certainly a coincidence we’d be stupid to ignore.

  “Tell me what you remember of Wales, love.” We’re lying in the bunk in my private cabin in the back of the plane. It’s set up to prevent any intrusions of sunlight and includes a secure foyer.

  She sighs as she snuggles against my side. “I remember I liked living there. We used to go for walks on the beach. Sometimes, when Mom had to be away for a few days at a time because of work, me and Dad would go on hikes in the country with Zuzu and go visit him. Or he’d come visit us and take care of me.”