by Sophie Stern
“I’m sorry that you were worried.”
“I’m not,” I told her. “Can you imagine if I hadn’t been worried and I’d just ignored the fact that you left?”
That was what scared me the most about the entire situation. If she had been left to her own devices, and she’d been out and alone in the world, what might have happened next? What if she’d been captured and killed and I never found out? I would have spent all of eternity worried about her and wondering if she was okay.
“I have a question,” she said.
“Ask it.”
“When you read Hank’s mind, what did you see?”
“Anger, mostly.”
“So, when you get into someone’s head, can you see exact thoughts?”
“Sometimes. Most of the time, I can see strong emotions. Things like rage or bitterness are easy to read. Sometimes, I can read specific thoughts. It really just depends on the situation and how worked up the person is. People who have a lot of training in vampire repelling methods are the hardest to read. They’re very good at calming their emotions and making themselves unreadable. Still, I’ve always been able to get something from everyone I’ve ever met.”
“Except me?”
“Except you, little vampire.”
“Hey Liam, thanks for saving me.”
“I’d do it all over again.”
I kissed her again, and she pushed me back onto the bed. She climbed over me, straddling me, and started kissing my mouth. She was grinding against me, touching me, and I thought that I’d never felt so much happiness before in all of eternity.
Kimberly teased me over and over, nipping at my neck, drinking from me, and feeding me from her wrist. She kissed me over and over, and soon I was so hard I could barely take it. Luckily, she seemed to notice, and she smiled, lowering herself onto me.
The best feeling in the world was burying myself inside of her, and when Kimberly and I made love, it really was just that: making love. I wouldn’t change a damn thing about my life if it meant I got to live with her forever. Kimberly was everything I could have ever hoped for in a mate and so much more.
She rode my cock, grinding down harder and harder. She rubbed her clit as she rode me, easing herself toward her own orgasm. I reached up, gripping her hips.
“Come for me, little vampire,” I groaned.
I wanted to feel it.
I wanted her.
She deserved the best fucking orgasm of her life, and I was going to give it to her. I held her, thrusting up into her, and she pinched her nipples as she bounced on me.
“Liam,” she whispered.
“Come,” I said.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Come.”
Then she did.
She came apart.
Kimberly cried out as the orgasm rushed through her body. She tensed herself, gripping my cock as the waves of pleasure rolled over her. I watched her eagerly, but soon it was all too much, and I came, too, filling her.
When it was over, I held her for a long time, touching her hair and stroking her skin.
“I like this,” she whispered.
“I like it, too.”
“It’s the best sex I’ve ever had,” she said.
“Good,” I told her. “I’m happy to report the same thing.”
“Liam, I love you.”
“I love you, too, little vampire.”
I kissed her again, tugging her even closer to my side, and I closed my eyes. Finding my mate hadn’t gone at all like I thought it would, but finding Kimberly was the best thing that had ever happened to me.
And now we had forever.
Together.
Epilogue
Kimberly
THE GROVE WASN’T A place I ever thought I’d call home, yet as I stood on the balcony looking over it, I couldn’t quite stop myself from feeling a sense of pride and admiration.
This was my home now, and I had to protect it.
No, I hadn’t asked to be turned into a monster, but I’d learned something important since accepting Liam’s mating claim: not all monsters had fangs. Not all super-villains looked scary. Sometimes, the most innocent-looking people were the ones you had to worry the most about.
“Beautiful,” Liam said, wrapping his arms around me from behind. I’d heard him come in, but I hadn’t turned. I’d let him pretend he was sneaking up on me, hunting me. Ever since he’d turned me, though, my hearing had been better than ever.
“It is beautiful,” I agreed, looking at the trees and the houses and the quiet little roads.
“I meant you,” he said, kissing my neck.
I closed my eyes and melted back against him. Liam was...everything. He was a fighter and a hero and a villain and a saint. He wore so many different hats that sometimes I couldn’t recognize him, but I didn’t mind. That was part of what made him an incredible leader for the vampires.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“I love you,” he said. His hands were on my waist, and he pulled me back, closer to himself. I could feel him. I could feel every single bit of him, and I loved it. Gone was the self-loathing and the hatred for having desires.
With Liam, I felt even more alive than I had when I’d been human.
I spun around and wrapped my arms around him, kissing him back.
“I love you, too,” I said.
“So much love,” he smiled. “What’s a vampire to do?”
“I can think of a few things,” I said, blinking innocently.
“How many of those things involve us naked on the bed?”
“The bed” I wrinkled my nose. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know I was mated to a prude.”
He furrowed his brows, and I leaned in to whisper to him.
“I was thinking you could take me here, Liam, looking out over the Grove.”
He growled: a feral sound. It was the kind of sound he only made when he was very angry or very excited, and right now, it was pure adrenaline. He spun me around and pushed me forward so my hands were on the balcony railing. Then he lifted my dress up over my waist, revealing my bottom to him.
“No panties,” he growled.
“It’s easier without them,” I laughed, looking over at him.
He was already pulling his clothes off, and it took only a moment before he was running his hands up and down my back, grabbing my hips, and then pulling me back onto his cock. I groaned, satisfied with the sensation. It was exactly what I needed. It was just what I wanted.
I wanted that, all of that, and then I wanted so much more.
He slid into me from behind over and over. Liam’s hands were everywhere as he made love to me right on the open balcony. He touched my breasts and he ran his hands between my legs. He touched me until he brought me to the very edge of orgasm, and then he hissed in my ear.
“Come for me, little vampire.”
“I’m not little,” I whispered, closing my eyes.
I was close.
So close.
“You’re my vampire,” he whispered. “Come for me.”
And I did.
Together, at the same time, we fell apart for one another. It was the best and most incredible feeling in the world, and as our orgasms finally subsided, I looked over my shoulder at the vampire who had managed to capture my heart, and when I kissed him, my lips held a promise: forever.
The two of us were now and forever.
THE END
Author
Sophie Stern writes vampires, cowboys, werewolves, dragons, and fairy tales. Her books feature deliciously wonderful characters and deliciously naughty adventures. If you enjoyed Vampire Kiss, you may like one of her other vampire books, such as CHAOTIC WILD or ETERNITY. Sophie also has several dragon shifter series, such as THE FABLESTONE CLAN and DRAGON ISLE.
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Other books by Sophie Stern
HONEYPOT DARLINGS
HONEYPOT BABIES
DRAGON ISLE
THE FABLESTONE CLAN
DON’T DATE DEMONS
POLAR BEARS OF THE AIR FORCE
DARK FAVORS
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STARBOARD
Christina hasn't had a regular Dom since her husband died in Afghanistan. She's a war widow with a daughter: she doesn't have time for relationships, but she does make time to play.
Christina goes to Anchored to unwind and to have her submissive needs met. Whether she's playing with a Dom or Domme, Christina's partners all know one thing: she's there to serve, not to find love.
It's all fun and games for the Damsel of the Dungeon until a new Dom arrives and he sets his sights on her.
Only, he's not just interested in scening with Christina.
He's interested in everything.
Zack has always considered himself a good lawyer, a loyal friend, and an observant Dominant. When his business partner and best friend, Tony, invites him to visit a local sex club, Zack's ready for anything.
Except the feisty brunette who doesn't want to be taken care of.
After the third time he sees Christina refusing aftercare, Zack decides to do something about it, only Christina isn't like other subs.
It's a good thing he loves a challenge.
CHAPTER ONE
Christina
“ARE YOU READY?” ODESSA’S shoes click loudly as she makes her way across the locker room floor. She’s wearing five-inch bright-red stilettos tonight and honestly, I have no idea how the hell she manages to walk in those things. I prefer to be barefoot, myself, but that’s probably just because I don’t have half the grace Odessa has.
“Just about,” I tell her. “Let me finish my mascara.” I twirl the mascara brush over my eyelashes one last time. I really should invest in falsies, but I’m just not confident enough in my ability to put them on. Besides, the double-dark mascara I’m wearing tonight makes me look incredible.
Kissable.
Fuckable.
It makes me look unstoppable.
“You look great, love,” Odessa kisses me on the cheek and manages to pry me away from the vanity mirror. “But it’s time. The night is in full swing and if I’m not mistaken, you have a date with Destiny tonight.”
“Her name is Mistress D,” I smile, but Odessa is right. We both know Destiny from outside the club. It should make playing together a little weird, but somehow, it doesn’t. Somehow, playing with Mistress D is different than working with Destiny.
Odessa just rolls her eyes and gives me a once over. She reaches out and adjusts the corset I’m wearing, pushing my breasts up just a little higher. Then she walks around me, smoothing out the miniskirt I’m wearing and making sure each part of my outfit looks good, perfect. She makes sure I look complete, and for that, I am grateful.
I’ve been playing at Anchored for months now, but sometimes, I still get nervous. Tonight isn’t my first night playing with Mistress D and it certainly won’t be my last, but sometimes I still worry that I’m not going to be good enough to please my partners. Sometimes I worry that I’m not going to be good enough to make this fun for them.
“Stop over-thinking,” Odessa warns me sternly. “Stay focused on the scene. Remember, Christina: stay focused.”
“I will.”
She grabs my chin and turns me toward her. Odessa’s bright brown eyes practically glow as she gazes at me.
“You are not a mother tonight. You are not a widow. You are not a childcare provider. You are not anything but a submissive. Do you understand?”
“I understand.”
“Say it for me, love.”
“I am only a submissive tonight.”
“That’s right,” Odessa nods, seemingly satisfied. “Don’t make the mistake of spacing off during your scene, okay?”
I blush, embarrassed she remembers the debacle from a few weeks ago. I had been playing with someone new and just couldn’t really get into the submissive mindset. As a result, I was spacing off, thinking about grocery lists and errands, and the scene fell short.
Really short.
“I won’t space off tonight,” I tell her. Odessa is a submissive, too, and she’s going to be playing with her regular Dom tonight. Theodore is a kind-hearted tax-attorney who is seriously cut. He’s huge, and if I was at the end of his whip, I’d be terrified. Odessa isn’t, though. She loves it, takes it in stride. She’s a perfect fit for him and sometimes, I wonder why the two of them aren’t dating.
“Good girl,” Odessa says, pressing a kiss to my cheek. I give her the same once-over she gave me, fixing her top and adjusting her boy-shorts to make sure every part of her looks perfect. We each take one last look in the mirror, but then it’s time.
It’s time to leave the safety of the locker room.
It’s time to go to Anchored.
Odessa takes my hand and we leave the room together. Instantly, the sound of the heavy music hits our ears, reminding us where we are. Tonight is about fun and excitement. It’s about relaxing. It’s about unwinding, but it’s about more than that, too: it’s about submission.
Tonight is about giving ourselves to our partners, and in return, they’ll give us a little bit of themselves, as well. That’s the true beauty of submission. In giving of myself, I get something in return. The feeling of offering myself to my partner is satisfying in and of itself, but knowing that it meets my partner’s needs, as well, is even more fantastic.
I like knowing that my Dom or Domme feels good about themselves when we’re through playing together.
I like knowing that they’re having just as much fun as me.
And I like that at the end of the night, when I walk out of Anchored, I’m leaving them at the door.
It’s fucked up, but I don’t really care.
Anchored is my release. It’s my safe space. It’s my haven. Anchored is where I go because I have nowhere else to go. Anchored is the only time I get to myself, and I take it. It’s the only time I have away from my daughter. It’s the only time I can be me.
I’m not the best mother in the world. I certainly wasn’t the best wife. W
hen Cameron died, he left me alone. He left me without anyone in the world. Even now, I don’t have anyone. It’s been two damn years since he died and I have no one.
No one.
But I have Anchored.
I have this place where I can forget, for just a couple of hours, that I’ve lost my true love.
I have this place where I can forget, for just a little while, that my life fell apart and I’m only starting to rebuild it.
I have this place where I can forget, for just a tiny bit of time, that I am completely alone in this world.
I have this place.
And I’m not giving it up.
I’m not going to get in a relationship with one of my play partners only to have us break up. Then coming to the club would be awkward, weird, and uncomfortable. I’m not going to get into a relationship where we have a fight, and then neither one of us goes to the club. I’m not interested in that.
I don’t want to sacrifice my safe space for the temporary satisfaction of being someone’s romantic partner. That’s not what I want and it’s certainly not what I need. That’s not for me.
So at the end of the night, after I play with Mistress D, I’ll spend some time crying in the locker room showers. I’ll wash my hair. I’ll clean my face. And then I’ll get dressed, get in my car, and go back to the real world, where I am a mother, and a childcare worker, and a widow.
I’ll go back to the real world where everything hurts.
I’ll go back to my life as a solitary person.
I’ll go back to my world.
“Christina,” I hear a sharp, crisp voice, and I turn. A tall black woman with braids tumbling past her shoulders is walking toward me. A corset pushes her breasts up and out. She’s wearing tight leather pants and stilettos that are even taller than Odessa’s.
Instantly, I drop to my knees, palms down. I bow my head and I wait quietly for my Domme of the night to tell me how I’ve done so far. I wait until she tells me it’s time. I wait until she tells me she’s ready.