DeLeina, Maya - Veil of Seduction [Ambrose Heights Vampires 2] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Maya DeLeina

  “Steffan, I…I didn’t know you would be up!” Ryan gasped.

  Shit.

  He imagined they would be in bed already so he could watch Anya on display and imagine himself in Steffan’s place.

  “Ryan, what the hell are you doing here? Don’t you know it’s not safe to be here right now? I’m in my mate claim. You could’ve gotten yourself killed!”

  “Sorry, Steffan. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

  Ryan watched as Steffan peeked into the kitchen, breathing a sigh of relief. He took a look in the kitchen for himself but couldn’t tell what Steffan was looking at.

  “Is anything wrong? Are you hurt? Is someone else hurt in the family?” Steffan asked suddenly, turning his attention back to Ryan.

  “No. I’m fine. Everyone is fine. I just wanted to get a bottle.” Ryan swiftly came up with a basis for his visit.

  “Why? You know how to feed from humans now. The bottles are emergency reserves only.”

  “I fed earlier, but I’m still hungry. I think it was all the excitement of going back to work today. Besides, I don’t want to harm her with another feeding,” Ryan said with a wink.

  Steffan chuckled as he moved to the kitchen. Ryan followed close behind. “You brought another woman home? You have a new woman every night it seems.” Steffan reached into the fridge and handed a bottle to Ryan. He leaned against the kitchen island and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “I was like you once. Sometimes, I didn’t even bother with getting their names. But I can tell you, it’ll get old after awhile.”

  Ryan shook his head in disagreement. “Not for me. Not by a long shot.”

  “Well, when you get this out of your system—”

  “Ahh!” Ryan interrupted Steffan.

  “All right, if you get this out of your system, try to focus your energy and concentration in finding your mate. Compatibility in every aspect—friendship, intellect, talent, conversation and yes…fucking, can sustain you through your existence more than any of the barrage of women that traipses through your bedroom.” Steffan put his arm around Ryan as they made their way back to the dining room. “How did everything go today? Did you like what I had designed for your office?”

  “Yes, thank you. Everything went smoothly.” Ryan’s stomach twitched. Steffan’s care and generosity made him uncomfortable.

  “And no one emerged that we didn’t know about?”

  “No, looks like you had everyone accounted for. Thank you,” Ryan said as he made his way to the entrance of the tunnel.

  “Ryan, you’re family now and are like a brother to me. Soon, you may come and go as you please and as I always allowed. But I would ask that you respect my time with my mate and for your safety, not enter my home without my prior consent until after the claim is completed.”

  “Understood,” Ryan said coldly.

  “And Ryan?”

  “Yes?”

  “I believe you’ll have a nice surprise when you return to your office.”

  “Huh?” Ryan was taken aback.

  “Just make sure to open the top drawer of your desk. And thank Rita for helping us get you approved.” Steffan smiled. “I’m hoping this will somehow make up for my absence while you were going through your transformation. I’m your maker. I am responsible for you. But I have also found my mate, and she has taken precedence over everything for the moment.”

  What in the hell did the man get me?

  The last thing he wanted was any distractions in his plan to claim Anya for himself.

  Anya would someday be his.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Anya hurried up the stairs to the bedroom. Her feet could barely keep up with her excitement. She waltzed into the room, closing the double doors and securing them in the locked position.

  “As if that would stop a vampire.” She laughed out loud to herself.

  She sat at the vanity and opened the top drawer. She immediately recognized the name on the box. It was a shop that specialized in stripper attire and erotic club wear.

  Is that his fantasy, for me to perform a private strip show for him?

  Her heart sank.

  She couldn’t dance. She was graceful with the cello. She could feel music and let it flow through her, but when it came to a dance, it was something of an enigma for her body. Even Michelle confirmed her awkwardness, once branding her movements as dry heaves to music.

  She tore open the box and lifted the garment from the delicately folded tissue. There was definitely no way out of this piece of lingerie with any sort of ease, so stripping was not his plan. Attached with a piece of string hooked through the lace was a note from Steffan.

  Please open the middle left drawer of your bureau, followed by the 3rd pullout drawer of your shoe rack in the closet to complete your outfit. I will be with you shortly my love. ~S

  Anya ran to the bureau and the closet to find black crotchless panties and black stilettos.

  Anya lathered her body with lotion in a gentle white tea and jasmine scent. She slipped the lingerie on as if putting on pantyhose. She pulled the stocking all the way up and let the thin ruffled-lace trim sit off her shoulders as it was designed. She looked at herself in the mirror and delighted in the sensuality her body reflected back at her.

  “Hair up,” she said out loud.

  She reached for the chopstick-like hair accessory and wrapped her hair up in a loose bun, allowing the piece to pierce through her hair close to her scalp, securing it in place. Her curling iron took less than a minute to heat up, and she curled the few strands of hair that she allowed to dangle around her face for a more romantic updo. She sprayed a hint of perfume on her wrist as she did one last check in the mirror.

  She walked across the room, dimmed the lights, and turned on the wall and ceiling speakers. The satellite station was already set to their favorite Zen spa channel.

  Steffan still hadn’t made it up to the bedroom.

  What’s taking him so long? The anticipation made her fidgety and anxious.

  She took a seat on the bed and rolled her head from side to side, stretching her neck. She opened her eyes as she leaned back in a deep stretch and caught her reflection staring back at her.

  “When did he do this?” She laughed out loud.

  A large mirror suspended from the ceiling. Long strands of the white material cascaded around the mirror to the floor. Anya grabbed the fabric and collected it in her hand. It was a thick and smooth.

  It resembled the silk fabric an aerial trapeze performer would use.

  She moved back a little further on the bed to examine more when the bed moved slightly from her movement.

  Puzzled, Anya got off the bed and bent down to examine the frame. Wheels were secured to each of the bed’s feet.

  What is going on?

  Determined to find out where Steffan was, she got up off the floor and headed for the door. She swung open the double doors and gasped.

  There, in the entrance, stood Steffan.

  He was bare chested. His rock-hard abs and well-defined chest and arms were on full display for Anya’s eyes to soak in. He stood barefoot, hands in pocket. His black, silk lounging pants sat low on his waist. His muscles dipped in, creating a deep V pattern, signaling a defined path that disappeared below the elastic band of his pants. The pronounced treasure trail that started at his navel called out to her follow it to the fullness that pressed against the material of his pants.

  Anya trembled and quaked at the sight of Steffan. “I wanted to be mad at you for making me wait so long, but Steffan, you are so damn sexy. My heart hurts just looking at you.”

  “I was just outside this door all the time. I could hear your thoughts. I could feel your anticipation rising. I wanted you to be completely ready for me.” Steffan examined her from head to toe. “Anya, you are absolutely stunning!”

  The black, full-body stocking left nothing to the imagination. She was on full display. Yet at the same time, the stocking hindered his ability to touch her flesh.
It was the most erotic piece of lingerie that she’d ever worn for a man or herself. She relished the power she had to make him shudder where he stood.

  Anya looked him over in curiosity. “Where did you change? This isn’t what you were wearing during dinner.”

  Steffan slipped his hands from his pockets and walked toward Anya, slowly and methodically. “Does it really matter? Anya, I have to warn you. I will not be gentle tonight. The second phase is meant to bring out our animalistic lust for one another. I will not drink delicately from you tonight, my love. In fact, it won’t even be from your neck.”

  A scorching shiver raced up and down her body. Unexpectedly, a sexual confidence washed over her. Anya met Steffan’s gait and pressed her breast against his bare chest. She stood solid, unwavering in her stance. She was full of self-assurance and poise as she spoke, “Steffan Matthews, drink from me wherever you please as I will drain you of your hot liquid, taking what I want.”

  Anya bent down to the floor, pulling Steffan’s pants with her and unleashing his shaft. She took him fully into her mouth, letting his tip tickle the back of her throat, gagging on his fullness. Her assault on his hardness was sloppy and relentless. She looked up at Steffan as thin lines of saliva connected her mouth to his shaft. She slurped up the trails, hungrily feasting on him.

  Steffan shook. “You are naughty. You’ll have to stop before I come in that sweet mouth of yours.”

  Anya stood up and walked backward away from Steffan, wiping her mouth and gasping for breath.

  Steffan kicked off his pants and walked over to her. “Come here, Anya,” he commanded as he stroked himself.

  Anya continued to back away. “No.”

  “Come here now!” Steffan demanded. It made her hair stand on end.

  “No!” Anya screamed back as she continued to back away from him faster. Her heart was pounding with excitement. She unleashed her hair, letting the long, black strands spill all around her. “I said no.”

  Steffan stood stroking himself as he laughed. “Very well, I warned you.”

  Steffan took to the air. He flew in an instant to Anya, sweeping her off of her feet and pinning her high against the wall.

  An erotic intensity sparked inside her, spreading like wildfire all through her body. She wanted to be dominated. She wanted it rough. She wanted it primal. She wanted him to drink from her.

  Steffan shot his knee up the wall to hold her in place as he wrapped his hand around her neck. “Do not tell your master no again, you hear me?”

  Anya nodded with fear as she played out her role like a Hollywood starlet.

  “I can’t hear you.”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, master.”

  Steffan released his hold on her neck and dug his fingers into her breast. Anya moaned in delight with the sensation his rough handling was creating. He huffed like a wild animal in heat as his hand tore a hole in her body stocking to release her breast.

  He bit down on the nipple and sucked on her breast hard. “Tell me this is only mine.”

  “This is only yours, my master.”

  He tore the body suit on the other side, releasing her other breast. “Tell me this is only mine.”

  “This is only yours, my master.”

  He reached between her legs and ripped a hole under her heat. “And this?”

  “This is only yours, my master.”

  He reached behind her and tore a hole at her ass.

  “And this?”

  “This is only yours, my master.”

  “Taste me,” Steffan said as he released her from the wall and pushed her down on her knees. He held out his shaft for her as she took him in. He ground, fierce and machinelike, into her mouth.

  She gagged at his forcible entry.

  He searched her eyes for reassurance that she liked the roughness.

  This time, she remembered he could read her thoughts. I’m all right. Keep going. I love this!

  * * * *

  Steffan smiled as he realized the extent of their compatibility.

  Anya was wild as he was.

  He didn’t have to hold back. They could satisfy each other’s need without compromise, worry, disapproval, or judgment.

  This changed everything.

  He bent down, lifted her off of her knees, and pinned her back to the wall. Anya’s legs wrapped around him tight and secure. In one hand, he held her arms high above her head. The other held her up at her waist. He bent his knees to position his cock at her opening and surged his way into her. Steffan and Anya moaned in unison with his taking. Wet and hot, Anya coated him in rapture. He plunged deep, claiming her, breeding an insatiable appetite in Anya to crave more.

  Harder and faster he took her.

  “Steffan, fuck me!”

  Steffan groaned. He took her from the wall and threw her on the bed. He lifted one leg over his shoulder as he stretched out the other.

  “I want to see me fucking you, Anya!”

  Steffan slammed the length of his shaft all the way into her. She screamed below him, and he continued to devour her body, hard and nasty. He pinned her beneath him as he knew she liked. He dominated and ravished her, the way he knew she utterly craved.

  Steffan looked up and caught Anya’s gaze in the mirror’s reflection. He flashed a lustful glare. “You wanted this, didn’t you?”

  “Yes!”

  “You like it when I take you hard.”

  “Ah-ha.”

  “My nasty slave. You want more?”

  “Yes, master!”

  Steffan pulled himself from Anya’s warmth and whisked her off the bed. “Step aside.”

  Steffan moved the entire bed straight across the room in one single motion. He scooped Anya up at the waist, lifting her up to the white material that streamed down from the ceiling.

  “Wrap your wrists around the material and grasp it tight,” Steffan instructed.

  Anya responded eagerly.

  Steffan wrapped the ends of the material that pooled on the floor around Anya’s thighs and feet. “Anya, are you going to spread wide for your master?”

  “Yes!”

  Steffan released the hold on the material, and Anya’s legs were sent into a perfect split.

  Anya squealed.

  Steffan pulled Anya’s body to him. In one lustful move, he thrust himself deep inside her as she suspended in the air by the aerial fabric.

  The sensation was mind-numbing.

  Steffan leaned his head back to see her fully splayed in the mirror. Anya looked up and caught his gaze in the reflection. He was enraptured, driving himself deep inside his mate, seizing every part of her heated depth.

  “Anya, I love fucking you.” Steffan lunged for Anya, catching a good portion of her bouncing breast in his teeth. He clamped down but did not break skin.

  “Fuck yeah!” Anya screamed.

  Steffan continued to ravish her body like a nasty toy. He grunted and moaned. He squeezed and bit her flesh. His breath was ragged and sharp. He strained for control as he spoke. “Grab a hold of the material and hold on tight,” he instructed.

  He pulled his cock from her dripping-wet pussy and moved behind her.

  “Now release your grip. Allow your arms to stretch out behind you as I move you into to position. Allow the material to slide through your hands until I got you where I want.”

  He grabbed her by the waist, pulling her to his body. He pushed down on her back, angling her head down. Anya’s arms stretched behind her as her hands slid down the material. Her body contorted sensually like an aerial trapeze artist. In this position, Anya’s crotch leveled with his.

  “Now, hold on tight. I’m coming in,” Steffan said sinisterly.

  Steffan grabbed his cock and pierced his way into Anya. She moaned as he entered her from behind. She clung to the material as he pounded into her, digging his fingers into her hips and thighs. Steffan looked up in the mirror.

  Their union was the most erotic sight
he had ever seen.

  “Oh god! Steffan, drink from me. I’m close. I’m ready,” Anya wailed.

  Steffan once again slipped himself out from her hot pussy and walked to the corner of the room as Anya remained suspended.

  Steffan returned with a stool.

  “Ease up on your grip,” Steffan instructed. He moved Anya. Her head rose slowly. He wrapped more of the material around her inner thighs to stabilize her in an upright position. With Anya now parallel with the fabric, Steffan moved the stool into position and took a seat between her legs.

  He sat at perfect eye level. “Hmm. These crotchless panties were a good idea.”

  Steffan slipped his fingers into Anya as his thumb explored her hard mound. Anya screamed in pleasure. Steffan flicked his tongue around her opening and at her hardened and aching mound. She quaked, suspended in his hands. “Come Anya, come in front of me and then I’ll drink from you.”

  Steffan drove his fingers into her at top speed as she cried out in pleasure. His eyes burned and his elongated teeth broke through their protective membrane.

  “Steffan, I’m coming,” she gasped and shuddered all around him.

  Steffan threw his head back and sunk his teeth high up in her inner thigh.

  Anya screamed.

  Steffan could feel the waves of pleasure coil through her body.

  Steffan drank relentlessly from her inner thigh. Traces of her blood that escaped Steffan’s consumption soaked the white material that held her thighs open. The bright-red blood slowly saturated, spreading through the fabric.

  Steffan glided his tongue over the entry points, sealing the wounds, immediately stopping the flow of blood.

  He stood back up.

  Anya tensed. “Steffan?” Her voice shook.

  Steffan reached for her and held her close to him, cradling her head. He realized what he probably looked like to Anya. He could see the fear in her eyes. Her blood was still smeared across his chin and jaw. His eyes burned, knowingly still in red.

  His heart sank.

  He must’ve looked like a monster.

  “I know, love, it’s still me.” Steffan quickly wiped down his face and willed himself to calm his burning need for more blood. “Don’t be frightened. It’s because I just drank from your femoral artery. It’s setting off all of these primal triggers in me to drink you completely dry. But I’m in control, Anya. I love you. I would never hurt you. It will subside.”