Bewitching the Vampire

by Selena Illyria

  Joe watched her as she poked and prodded. Enjoyment and arousal filled him. He loved seeing her so curious and open to his world. It only encouraged him to ask more about her life. “Why? You could become more efficient if you had a cleaner.”

  “Witches loathe having people in their magical workspace and research library. We have our own special ways of putting things away. Certain herbs and potions can’t be next to each other. Spell books have to be organized so the darker stuff isn’t mixed up with the everyday stuff.” She looked up at him and smiled. “Plus, I don’t want word to get around about my collection of sex toys.”

  He laughed. “That many, huh?”

  She looked away. “Well, there are those erotic dreams that I’ve had about you. Pretty intense. And sometimes I wake up and need some extra relief.”

  He ducked his head. There it was again. Those dreams. “Yeah, I hear you.”

  “What? Vampires can wake up with hard-ons? What about the lack of blood?”

  He looked up and found she now stood a few feet away from him. Something liquid and mysterious shone in her eyes.

  Joe turned and crawled to the top of the bed. He rolled over and settled down against the pillows, then slipped his hands under his head and watched her. “Well, it actually depends on how much blood I’ve taken before I go to bed. Vampires need to feed when we wake up and before we go to bed. The morning feeding is to get us going, sort of like coffee for normals. The before-bed feeding is a small drink that helps our bodies repair themselves, healing the damage inflicted during the day. So, yes an erection is possible.”

  “Heh, learned something new. Well, newer. I knew you guys had to feed twice a day. I just didn’t know why.”

  “Who told you about our feedings?” Annoyance filled him at the thought of someone spilling secrets about his kind. Their feeding schedules were supposed to be a secret. It was a weakness enemies could use against them.

  Bridget just smiled. “I have my sources.” She crossed her arms under her breasts, lifting up the full globes and drawing attention to the thick, puckered tips. Joe sat up, leaned over, and opened a drawer, taking out a bottle of lube. He flicked up the top, squirted out a dollop, and slathered the unguent on his hardened cock. He began to stroke himself from root to tip, taking his time as he eyed her. “Doesn’t matter. All that matters is you and me.”

  She raised an eyebrow at him. Defiance sparked in the dark brown depths. “Oh, so getting-to-know-you time is over?” Her lips quirked into a smile.

  “Yes. Now, tell me about these erotic dreams.”

  Chapter Six

  Bridget studied Joe. Even relaxed, he looked like a predator. His dark blue eyes were like the night sky. The magnetic pull between them urged her feet forward, toward him. Air thinned as her lungs struggled to fill themselves. Her skin tingled, her breasts ached, and her nipples throbbed. Her clit pulsed and her sex was hot and wet. Moisture slickened her thighs as her stomach muscles contracted. Her anus clenched as her body primed itself for him. She bit her bottom lip. Her magic flared to life, filtering through the air as motes of multicolored light.

  Never had she lost control of her power before. The echo of his fangs brushed over her skin, caressing but not breaking the flesh. She shivered as her desire to feel that sensation again flared to life. She lifted her hand and caressed her fingertips along her collarbone and then down the slope of one breast in a slow caress.

  Joe’s pupils dilated, and his fangs lengthened and thickened. He let out a hiss as his hand worked faster. Mirroring her motion, he lifted his hand and moved it across his own chest. His fingertips traced around the tightened tip of his nipple. Together they worked their tips. His eyelids slipped down until he gazed at her through slits of blackness.

  Her heartbeat sped up as excitement thrummed through her veins. Would he take her blood again? There had been pain but also fire. She wanted to experience that again. Worry crept through her mind. Would she become addicted? She shook her head. She was made of stronger stuff than that.

  Joe lay before her, stroking his cock and looking like a buffet. He had been in control before; now it was her turn. She moved to the bed, climbed on, and settled down at the foot. She leaned against the baseboard and spread her legs, exposing her sex to his hungry gaze. Heat flushed her face. “This is the first time I’ve ever…well…masturbated in front of someone before.”

  He grinned. “Me too. First time for everything, right? Tell me a story, my sexy witch.”

  She took in his entire form. He had a good body. It was not overly muscular, but wiry and lean. His ab muscles showed clearly. For the first time, she could see the expanse of his tattoos, artfully done over his chest and stomach. Her focus went to his groin and its neatly cut, dark-brown curls. His thick, ruddy cock rose up from the thatch. His balls hung large and heavy to the bedspread. She watched a droplet slip down the rod and get swiped away by his ministrations.

  She smiled. “I’ve seen your body in my dreams for so long, but the reality is so much better.”

  He gave her a toothy grin that made her heart stutter in its rhythm. “Better, eh? Good. Now, story time or I’ll have to spank you.”

  Her butt cheeks burned and she rocked from side to side as a bit of moisture dribbled out of her soaked channel. She swallowed at the thought of being pulled over his knee, the sweet fire and pain he could inflict with his wide hands—nothing too hurtful but just the right amount, first one side and then the other before he plunged his fingers into her wet heat. She moved her hand to between her legs, careful to allow him to see her actions. She spread her thickened pussy lips and exposed her clit.

  She licked her dry lips and began to talk as she used her other hand to tease and torment her clit with light passes of her fingertips. “In the first dream I appeared in a room like this, only the bed was smaller. There were cuffs against the wall, cabinets, a Saint Andrew’s cross in one corner, a rack for whips.” Her vaginal muscles contracted as she thought of all of that used on her. “I should mention that in reality I don’t like extreme pain.”

  He shrugged. “And I wouldn’t do anything to mar that gorgeous skin of yours.”

  Euphoria filled her. “I’ve never had someone compliment my skin.”

  Again, he shrugged. “Get used to it. Story. Continue.” He squeezed his cock just under the flared cap and continued to stroke himself. Dribbles of pre-cum coated his hand. She wanted to reach over and lick his palm just to taste him. Instead, she refrained and pushed on. “You stood next to a chair in only a pair of worn jeans. You were holding a blindfold. You ordered me into the chair.” She paused to gauge his reaction.

  He nodded. “Just like in my dream.”

  She pressed on. “I was naked already. I sat down and allowed you to put the mask on me. You kissed me. I could feel your fangs against my lips.” Her heartbeat stuttered and her breath caught as the arousal grew. She stroked her clit a little harder. Tension filled her body as her orgasm began to grow.

  “You started kissing down my neck. Your fangs weren’t out but I could feel the tips drag along my skin. You kissed across my chest, whispering to me how beautiful I was, how soft my skin was, how I was yours now.”

  “So fucking close, honey,” he grunted. “Get to what I did next.”

  She tried to gather her thoughts. “I…you…you ordered me to suck your cock without using my hands. I bent forward on the chair and did this.”

  She got up onto all fours and crawled to him, settling between his legs. She brushed away his hand. He moaned and his free hand threaded through her hair and held her down as she took a swipe at the crown. Salt and musk exploded on her taste buds. With a moan, she took the flared head into her mouth and reached between her legs to delve between her slick labial folds and work her clit once more. Giving him pleasure increased her desire. She wanted him to come down her throat, hear him call her name as he came. His hips thrust upward, allowing more of his cock to sink into her mouth. She relaxed her throat and swallowed, ta
king him even deeper.

  “Fuck, Bridget, more.” His voice was a torn, ragged sound that enflamed her desire to tip him over into the abyss. She needed to give him the same pleasure she had in the dream. Her orgasm tightened in her belly as the pressure began to rise.

  She slowed her ministrations and focused on him. His hand tightened on her hair. His hold was firm with an edge of pain, but just a little. Encouraged, she took more of him into her mouth, slipping her lips along the heated rod. The ridges and veins under the sensitive flesh rubbed against her mouth. Her pussy contracted. She wished she could feel his length slipping in and out of her, rubbing against her sensitized vaginal walls. Unable to deny herself any more, she lifted her head off of his groin and sunk first one then two fingers into her slick heat while using her thumb to work her clit.

  She took his cockhead back into her mouth, tonguing the slit, lapping up his seed, and then bobbing her head up and down. His dick jerked and flexed and thickened.

  “So…fucking close, Bridget.” He groaned. “Won’t last.”

  He tugged on her tresses but she refused to let go; instead she redoubled her efforts. His hips flexed and he began to do some of the work, sliding deeper and deeper into the cavern of her mouth and down her throat. She let him use her, let him get close. She worked her fingers to follow his pace and pressed down on her clit to let the tension rise. Her sex rippled around her working digits and clamped down hard. She removed her thumb, letting the tide rise and carry her away as her orgasm hit her hard and sucked her under.

  He pulsed and came, spurting seed down her throat. She worked to keep up and swallow down every drop. Sometime, during their combined orgasms, she had closed her eyes. Stars burst behind her eyelids as fire spread to saturate her body. Pleasure overwhelmed her nerve endings, setting them alight as her body twitched and jumped. The bed shook under her as she continued to pump her fingers into herself.

  The last ripples of her orgasm washed through her. Her legs shook and her hand could no longer hold her up. She let him slip from her mouth and collapsed onto the bed.

  “We really need to start telling each other our dreams more often.” Joe let out a raspy chuckle.

  The bed shook beneath her and his lips and fangs pressed into her skin as he kissed and licked his way down her spine. His hand slipped over her hip and down between her thighs. “Maybe I should tell you what happened after that blowjob?”

  He murmured before he bit her ass. She let out a yelp. He slid his fingers over her pussy lips and she shifted one of her legs behind her so it sat over his, opening up her sex for him. He gave the sensitized labial folds a smack. She hissed out air as the shockwave took her and another orgasm rose up to quake through her. He massaged away the pain with light touches that enflamed her arousal all over again. Her pain and pleasure switches flickered as the sensations melted into each other.

  “Mercy,” she groaned. There wasn’t much more she could take. She’d reached her limit for the moment and needed a breather.

  He shifted, sliding his front up her back, and placed a kiss on her shoulder. “Okay. I’ll get you some food. You snuggle under the covers and rest up for round three.”

  How many rounds did he intended for her and how the hell would she get through them? She wasn’t sure, but she looked forward to it. She used the last of her strength to crawl under the covers and Joe returned with what looked like a milkshake, some fruit, and a nut bar on a tray.

  “Almond bar with almond butter. You’ll love it.” He held the server while she struggled to sit up against the pillows. Once settled, he placed the server on her lap and left again.

  She picked up the bar and bit into it. Sweetness and creaminess rolled over her taste buds, followed by a light kick of salt. She was in love. She devoured the bar and downed the milkshake in a few gulps. She saved the banana for last. In the distance, she heard the bath going.

  Joe returned to her, confidence emanating from his every step. “Bath time.”

  She finished up the fruit and eyed him. “Are you trying to say I stink?” she teased. The musk of sex hung on the air and her skin felt stiff as her sweat cooled.

  He held up his hand, his mouth open.

  She giggled. “I could use a bath. You going to join me?”

  “Minx. After I get our clothes and do the dishes, yes. Now get in that tub or I’ll have to punish you.”

  She eyed him. Being a vampire gave him an edge in strength but he was still gentle, even when he’d let his blood beast loose for a bit. Goosebumps popped up at the thought of him overpowering her, taking away her ability to run away. It didn’t scare her, but the thought of his bite gave her pause. It had felt so good, despite the sting.

  She threw off the covers and climbed down from his bed. Her legs had turned to jelly and her thoughts were swathed in cotton candy. Okay, so a bath did sound good, but she wouldn’t confess it to him, not unless he used very sexy means to get it out of her.

  She let out a yelp when he used his vampiric speed to walk quickly to where she was, scoop her up, and get her to the bathroom in the blink of an eye. The air was like a gentle kiss against her bare skin as they moved and her brain tried to make sense of what just happened. With great care, he placed her in a deep soaker tub filled with hot water. No sooner did she get settled than she noticed her body had once again turned to jelly. If this kept happening she’d never be able to leave.

  That though didn’t frighten her at all.

  Chapter Seven

  Bridget stared up at the ceiling as she let the hot water soothe away her aches and pains. Exposed wooden beams crossed the wall. A hanging lantern chandelier hung from the center of the room, giving off a dull golden glow. The only other furniture in the room besides the bath was a dark maple tallboy that stood against the far wall.

  There were no comic books under glass on the walls or signed movie posters. In fact, there was nothing but white paint. A double sink with dark wood cabinets sat on the far side of the room, along with a wide mirror. Bridget didn’t see a toilet anywhere. There were two doors at the back of the room, side by side. One door must have led to the toilet and the other to a walk-in closet. Her en suite at home was set up the same way.

  She rested her head against the lip of the tub and exhaled. The jets were working their magic, hitting all the right spots, allowing her to relax even further. It was heavenly. She wished Joe would join her, although she had to admit it was sexy that he did dishes. Her past boyfriends thought tossing their dirty utensils and plates into the dishwasher was the best they could do to clean.

  She let her gaze wander. Everything had a place and it was all stashed out of view. Curiosity pinged her brain. She wanted to explore her surroundings, get more insight into Joe. It wasn’t just that he was a vampire; this was a prime opportunity to learn more about the blood beasts. The only other vampire she knew well was Fritz and she had never even been to his place. She had heard about it, but vampires rarely invited others into their homes. Getting involved with Joe opened up a whole new world to her. As a witch, it would help her defend herself, but as a woman it made her wary. There was a whole new set of problems. There were other vampire women to consider, as well as a host of rules and regulations that could govern their interactions. Sex was one thing, but things could become sticky if they got serious.

  Did she want to get serious with him? There were no other guys on her radar. Right from the beginning, she only had eyes for Joe. Ever since they first met, he had been the only one on her mind. And yet she’d run from him. His pull both terrified and thrilled her. Now that she’d gotten up close, all she wanted was to stay there and see this through.

  The door opened and the object of her thoughts strolled in, shirtless, his jeans hanging low on his hips. No one should look that sexy partly clothed. It was like a tease to her. It was almost like foreplay, a promise of what was to come.

  He gave her a toothy grin. His fangs weren’t lengthened, but they were visible. Her skin prickled and a r
ush of fever flushed through her. The bath became hotter. Sweat pearled on her forehead. Steam misted the air.

  “Done with dishes?” Her voice was low and husky.

  “Yeah, but now I’m a dirty boy again. Mind if I join you to clean up?” He cocked an eyebrow, a wicked glint in his eye.

  She laughed. “Get in here.”

  He didn’t waste time. With deft hands, he unbuttoned his fly, pulled the tab down, and shoved his pants to the floor. Then he rushed to the bathtub in the time it took for her to inhale and exhale. He climbed into the tub, his cock already at half-mast. She couldn’t miss it as he sank down into the deep, warm water.

  “Ready to go again?” he murmured.

  He reached out, took hold of her wrists, and pulled her to him. The water flowed past her, like heated silk caressing her skin, setting off sparks of sensation. She shifted her body so that she lay on her stomach on top of him.

  “Ready?”

  “Ready.” She slid up his body and stopped when she was face to face to him.

  He moved his head forward and took her lips in a slow kiss that tugged, teased, and slid against her lips. His lip piercings abraded her tender flesh, adding to her enjoyment. Sparks exploded in her belly. She opened her mouth and allowed his tongue in to glide, taunt, and torment hers. With a moan, she wound her arms around his neck and moved closer to him until his cock pressed against her stomach.

  He wrapped his arms around her waist. One of his hands rippled up and down her back. His fingers played along the column of her spine while his other hand covered her ass, squeezing and stroking the full globes. She pushed her hips back into his touch. Her vagina contracted and her clit jumped.

  Delicious tingles raced along her nerve endings as he continued to slap and massage her ass. The heat in her sex grew, flowing upward and outward to fill her limbs and torso. He moved his hand to the other neglected cheek and showed it the same attention and then slipped his hand between her thighs to delve between her swollen labial folds.