Her Vampire Addiction (Midnight Doms Book 9)

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by Tabitha Black


  “I don’t want to talk about Zeke. I want to talk some more about you.”

  “I don’t want to talk about myself.”

  We glare at each other. I look away first, taken aback by the tingles in my lower belly his expression is causing. Why do I have to want him so much?

  “You should eat something,” he tells me at length. “Are you sure you’re not hungry?”

  “Not really. You?”

  He grins. “I already ate. But I could eat again.”

  My face grows hot as I remember the sensation of his teeth in my neck, the thumps of pleasure so intense that I actually passed out. A hot warmth shoots through my sex. “Do you even eat real food?”

  “I can, but I don’t have to.”

  I go to take another sip of coffee but realize I’ve already finished it.

  “Sabina.”

  “Yes?” I almost follow that up with Sir but catch myself just in time. What is it about this guy? Even the discovery that he’s an actual vampire hasn’t made me stop wanting him.

  “I need to take a quick shower. Will you still be here when I’m done?”

  “You don’t want me to join you?” The words have left my lips before I even thought about saying them.

  He raises a dark eyebrow. “If you wish. But be warned, I’m not in a very gentle mood.”

  His warning only serves to make my clit ache more. “Noted.”

  He takes me by the hand and leads me upstairs to the bathroom attached to the room I slept in. The shower is huge, easily big enough for two people, with several fancy looking attachments.

  “Strip,” he says in that low, dominant tone, and my heart skips a beat. It only takes a moment to tug my dress off over my head and cast it aside.

  He’s staring at me now, his hungry gaze taking in every inch of my naked body. My nipples harden. Even though he’s seen all of me before, I feel the heat creeping over my cheeks as the seconds tick by and he’s still watching me, unblinking.

  “Your turn,” I say, desperate to lighten the mood.

  He strips off his t-shirt and shucks off his pants, and I get to see him naked for the first time. He’s just as gorgeous with his clothes off as he is in a suit. His broad chest is covered with a smattering of dark hair, and tapers down to a narrow waist and flat, ripped belly. His six pack ripples as he prowls towards me, his huge cock already jutting out.

  “You’re beautiful,” he growls, stroking my hair back from my face. Then he bends his head, and his lips come down on mine.

  He tastes of coffee and something else, something dark and delicious. I kiss him back hungrily, running my hands over his broad shoulders as he crushes me against him, his tongue delving into my mouth as his palms cup my ass and pull me to him.

  My heart is racing, I can’t breathe, I don’t want to breathe. I want him inside me, I want more of him, I want to kneel at his feet and worship this dark, dangerous man.

  This vampire.

  I push that thought away as he finally breaks the kiss, taking my hand and leading me to the shower stall.

  Maximus tugs a lever, pushes a button, and then we’re in the shower, the warm water raining down on us as he yanks me to him again and resumes kissing me.

  Somehow, when I’m in his arms, nothing else matters. Sparks of electric lust shoot through my core at the feel of his lips on mine, and I’m unable to suppress a moan when he breaks away and begins biting his way down my neck and to my breast—careful, measured nips of my flesh hard enough to make me gasp. When he wraps his lips around my nipple and begins to suck, I clutch at his head and groan at the exquisite sensation.

  “Nuh-uh,” he says, releasing my taut bud long enough to speak. “Hands above your head against the wall.”

  The tile is cold against my skin but I obey without hesitation, marveling at the way he can fill me with trepidation and desire at the same time.

  Only when he’s sucked my nipple raw does he move to the other one and begin the process anew, until I’m whimpering, begging him to please, please… I don’t know what I want him to do but I want this exquisite torture to stop.

  At last, he gives my nipple a savage nip and releases it. “Spread your legs,” he growls. “Further… that’s it. Close your eyes.”

  I’m breathless, my heart is pounding as I do as he says and wait. The warm water is cascading over my shoulders and my clit feels huge, desperate for his touch. It wouldn’t take much to finish me—I’m already so close…

  I hear it a split-second before I feel it. Maximus has switched one of the shower heads to the jet setting and before I’ve even realized what he intends to do, he’s directed it between my spread thighs, the pounding stream of water shooting directly onto my aching, pulsating nub.

  The orgasm hits me almost instantly. I’m vaguely aware of him saying something but I can’t make out the words, what with the roaring of the water and the sensations flooding through my every nerve ending. My thighs are shaking and I’m clenching my hands together to keep them above my head as wave after wave of pleasure courses through me before my climax finally begins to ebb. I’m over-stimulated now, and the strong jet of water is too much for my raw clit. I twist my hips, trying to get away, but Maximus claps one strong hand against my belly and pins me to the wall.

  “You think you can just come without permission?” he snarls, shifting the stream closer so it’s pounding me even harder.

  I’m mewling, my entire world, all my focus reduced just to the intolerable stimulation on my most sensitive spot.

  “This is what happens to bad little girls who come without permission,” he goes on. “They get punished.” His hand on my belly slides down over my pubic bone and tugs the hood back from my clit, exposing my abused button even more directly to the agony.

  “Pleasepleaseplease…” I’m chanting, frantic, desperate for him to stop. “I’m sorry!” Even as I say it, I realize that the sensation has shifted again. I’m not sure whether he’s redirected the stream, but the pain is morphing back into pleasure.

  “Hmm,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “It never ceases to amaze me what the female body is capable of.” He’s moving the jet now, back and forth, massaging my clit back toward yet another peak. “If you push through the pain…”

  My moan is strangled, echoing off the tiled walls.

  “Are you going to come again without permission, pet?”

  “No! No, Sir. No, never!” I’m humping the air now but he’s moving with me, offering me no surcease.

  “Good.” He switches the jet off abruptly and I hear him set the shower head aside. My clit is still thumping uncontrollably. “On your knees. Keep your eyes closed. Hands behind your back and open your mouth.”

  I’ve never been a big fan of giving head but suddenly I’m overwhelmed with the need to taste him and I slowly lower myself into position. For a moment he makes me wait, then I feel the big, round tip of his cock sliding against my lips.

  “If you do a good job,” he growls, “I might let you come again. If not…”

  The threat hangs unspoken in the air but it’s unnecessary. I want to please him, want to make him feel as good as he made me feel. His fingers thread through my wet hair, snagging a knot, but my gasp of pain is muffled by his thick length pressing slowly into my mouth.

  “Can you take it all, little pet?”

  I’m not sure but I’m certainly going to try. I relax my throat as he clutches my head and pushes his shaft deeper inside. One of my exes had a thing for blow jobs, and I’m glad for the training now as Maximus begins to fuck my throat slowly, carefully at first, my lips stretched wide around his considerable girth.

  He lets out a groan and I feel it all the way down to my toes. “I’m impressed, pet,” he says, letting me come up for air by pulling himself out and stroking his shaft for a moment. Opening my eyes, I see a tiny pearl of pre-cum is glistening on the tip and I’m suddenly desperate to taste it. “You have been trained well. No gag reflex at all?”
/>   “Not if the angle’s right,” I say, delighted by the praise.

  “Very good. Open up.”

  Soon, he’s pumping his thick cock in and out of my mouth, clutching my head to guide me. My pussy is dripping and feels achingly empty. I wonder whether he’s going to come now or still plans to fuck me. He’s gotten rougher, and I’m unable to suppress the sounds I make when he hits the back of my throat, or the strands of drool which are coating my chin and dripping to my breasts.

  “Gods,” he groans, “I could do this all day.”

  My knees are aching and my toes cramping, curled as they are beneath my kneeling form, but I welcome the discomfort if it’s bringing him pleasure.

  “But that’s enough… for now.” He tugs himself out of my mouth with a wet pop and I look up at him, my eyes watering. “Let’s do what we came in here to do and then take this next door.”

  I’m hopelessly aroused, and it’s hard to concentrate on washing my hair and soaping my body with his huge frame beside me in the shower, but I manage it. He seems to be in a hurry as well, and within minutes, we’re wrapped in big fluffy towels and drying ourselves off.

  It seems so natural, so normal. As though it were part of a daily routine. I realize with a jolt that part of me wishes that were the case. Luckily, he distracts me from going down that trail of thought by pulling me against him and kissing me hungrily.

  Nobody has ever kissed me the way he does. His lips and tongue are a revelation as they conquer my own. Every square inch of my skin tingles and I feel like I’m drowning in his taste, his scent, his proximity. When my knees are about to give way, he licks my lower lip and grins down at me. “Ready for round two?”

  16

  Maximus

  I’ve had many women over the years but few ever affected me the way Sabina is doing. She’s wide-eyed innocence one minute, hungry little slut the next, and it’s the most beguiling combination.

  She tastes of sunshine and honey, and smells sweeter than the most fragrant rose. When she comes, her blue eyes darken to the point where they’re almost navy, and the sounds she makes go straight to my cock.

  I throw her down on the bed the moment we’ve entered the room and she lies there, gloriously naked, gazing up at me with her big, liquid eyes. Her pretty pink cunt is still swollen from the shower and I can’t decide which I want to bury inside it more: my tongue or my dick.

  “Spread your legs nice and wide for me… that’s it,” I tell her, gratified when she obeys without hesitation. Clambering onto the bed, I lower my face until it’s right above her exposed pussy and inhale deeply, my cock twitching as I catch the combined scents of her arousal and the blood rushing close to the surface of her soft skin. “What are you not going to do?” I ask her, deliberately using my firm voice.

  “Come without permission,” she whispers.

  “Good girl.” I begin to tease her, licking her inner thighs, her plump nether lips, plunging my tongue inside her tight pussy and even lapping at her crinkled little asshole—everywhere but where she wants it the most: on her straining, erect little clit. I bite the soft skin of her lower belly and lick every inch of her sex greedily, clamping my hands on her waist to hold her in place when she begins to writhe, hoping to guide my tongue to where she’s most desperate to feel it.

  By the time I’m ready to give her what she desires, her chest is heaving and the arousal is dripping out of her pussy and trickling down over her puckered little hole. I’m going to fuck her there, too, I’ve decided. I want to take her in every way there is, over and over again until I’ve ruined her for anybody else.

  Slowly, carefully, I tug the hood back from her taut clit and wrap my lips around it, sucking gently.

  “Oh god!” Sabina cries out, her hands finding my head and clutching it hard. “Please, Sir…”

  “Not yet.” My words are muffled but she heard them all the same, and I feel her tense. My cock is aching, my balls heavy. Soon, I tell myself. Just a little more torture. I do so love it when she begs.

  I push Sabina to the brink and keep her there, alternately sucking and licking her hard little bud until she’s incoherent and my chin is drenched. Only then do I rear up and position myself on top of her, the tip of my cock teasing her entrance.

  “Wait,” she whispers, “do we have a condom?”

  Drat. I hate those things. Now would not be a good time to tell her I can’t actually get her pregnant. “No,” I say, and begin to pull away but she clutches at me.

  “It’s okay,” she says. “Please. I want to feel you… all of you.”

  For a brief second I wonder what’s come over me, this kind of reckless behavior isn’t like me at all, but then I’m sliding inside her tight, wet heat and everything else fades into the background. Gods, she feels even better than I had imagined. I’m not going to last long, and I want to make her scream again before I’m done.

  Rearing up, I wrap a hand around her slender, pale throat and change the angle of my pelvis so I’m grinding against her sensitive button with each thrust. Her reaction is instant. “Please,” she begs in a strangled voice, “please let me come.”

  I increase the pace, careful to keep my grip on her throat gentle enough to let her breathe. She’s so slippery and yet I can feel the walls of her pussy begin to flutter as I fuck her with all the hunger and passion inside me.

  “With me,” I growl, and allow myself to lose what little hold I had remaining over my control. I’m slamming into her with all my might, feeling the pleasure building, building—until I go over the edge with a roar.

  I come so hard I see stars, and I’m vaguely aware that she’s coming too, her cunt contracting rhythmically around my jerking cock.

  Her cries are music to my ears.

  Only after we’re both spent do I let go of her throat and slump over her, careful to keep most of my weight on my arm so as not to crush her.

  “Oh wow,” she murmurs, and I can hear the smile in her voice. “That was amazing.”

  My face is buried in the crook of her neck but I’m grinning too. “And I didn’t even bite you.”

  She lets out a delighted-sounding giggle. “Surely you wouldn’t do that every time. I don’t think I’d survive it!”

  “No, I don’t think you would.” With a sigh, I ease myself out of her, astonished at the flood of our combined juices that spills onto the sheets. “We made quite a mess.”

  “I have an IUD,” she says, “and I never usually have unprotected sex. I just wanted to feel you. It’s not like me at all…”

  “It’s okay,” I tell her. “It’s the same for me.” I’m suddenly exhausted, overcome with the need to close my eyes for a few moments. “Pet?”

  “Yes, Sir?”

  I pull her into my arms until she’s resting her head on my chest. Her cheek is hot against my skin. “Can we just lie here quietly for a few? I need to recover. After all, I am quite an old man.”

  She lets out another delightful giggle. “Of course, Sir.”

  “Then we’ll clean up and go back to your place, check on Felix. Get you some food.”

  “All right.”

  My eyes are closed but even as I doze, I’m aware of everything: her scent, the feel of her, the warmth of her satiny skin against mine. Her hair, still damp from the shower, is trailing over my chest.

  A little thought floats unbidden into my mind, searing its way into my consciousness before I can suppress it: I never want to let her go.

  Sabina

  I’ve never done drugs, aside from the requisite few tugs on a joint in my late teens, but this is how I always imagined it would feel: insanely good, even though you know it’s bad for you. I can’t put my finger on what it is about Maximus that makes me feel so very drawn to him, but I’m helpless to fight it.

  For god’s sake, the man is a vampire, and instead of doing what any sensible woman would do—run a mile—I jumped back into bed with him.

  This is taking masochism too far.

  Even so,
as I lie with my head resting on his huge shoulder, examining every angle of his striking face, I don’t regret staying. He may not be husband—hell, probably not even boyfriend—material but it’s the best sex I’ve ever had, and I’m not about to give that up anytime soon. Call it insane chemistry or even just naked lust, but I’m riding this train until I’m forced to disembark.

  I should write Zeke a thank you letter. Had he not sent me those threatening texts, I may never have seen Maximus again. Or had I not met Ethan. Funny how two such jerks led me to this amazing man.

  Life is strange sometimes.

  Maximus looks less fearsome with his eyes closed, his long, dark lashes stark against his pale skin. His wide, generous mouth is slightly parted, and a shiver runs through me at the memory of what he can do with those lips. That tongue.

  Even though my pussy is raw and aching, still sticky from before, it pulses when I think about how he licked me earlier, and I force my thoughts to return to the present. Maximus may be exhausted enough to nap but I’m wide awake and alert, still trying to process the events of the past couple of days.

  Is Club Toxic really full of vampires? Are there female vampires too, or are they all men? Did Zeke somehow know it; was that why he warned me to stay away? Was he really trying to protect rather than threaten me?

  Oh god, now that Maximus has bitten me, am I a vampire?

  I lie there for a long while, tormented by questions, and am beyond relieved when he opens his eyes, interrupting my ruminations.

  “You didn’t sleep?” he says in a throaty voice.

  “No.”

  “Are you all right? You look pale.”

  “Am I a vampire now?” I blurt out the fear which has been consuming me ever since the idea first entered my head.

  He lets out a chuckle of genuine amusement. “No, pet. It’s not that easy to turn someone.”

  “Oh. Good.”

  “Good?” He turns to look at me and raises a dark eyebrow. “You wouldn’t want to be a vampire?” He sounds faintly insulted.

 

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