Vampires Prefer Blondes (Psy-Vamp Book 3)

by Cassandra Lawson

  “This is beautiful, but I don’t understand why we’re getting a hotel room for a few hours.”

  “It’s all about the view,” he explained. Standing behind her on the balcony, he turned on the panties again and reached one hand around to press the vibrating egg closer to her clit. He moved it in a circle.

  “The view is nice from the beach on your property,” she said in a strangled voice.

  “Not our view, theirs,” he said and gestured to the people on the beach.

  She leaned back against his chest because her legs were about to give out.

  “They may not see us,” he said. “They would have to look up at this room. Ah, but one of the couples seems to be watching now.”

  Sure enough, they had an audience. Lydia rocked against Roman’s hand.

  “As I recall, you’re somewhat of an exhibitionist, right?”

  She nodded and rocked harder against his hand.

  The back of her skirt was lifted over her hips. “Brace yourself against the railing,” he ordered. Behind her, she heard his belt buckle and then his zipper. He tugged the panties down and slid inside of her with excruciating slowness. She was so aroused that she nearly screamed.

  “Careful or someone will hear you,” he murmured, pushing her hair to the side and leaning down to kiss the back of her neck.

  “If you don’t start fucking me soon, I’m going to hurt you,” she panted out.

  “Believe me,” he said. “I intend to do just that.”

  There were no more words after that and Lydia found it impossible to stifle her screams. The pressure had been building for hours and her climax was so intense that her legs practically gave out. Roman wrapped an arm around her waist to support her and continued to thrust deeply.

  “That was one,” he said in a strained voice. “Give me another.”

  The hand around her waist reached down to stroke her clit. His thrusts slowed to a gentle rocking motion. Lydia started to rock back against him and the pressure built again.

  “One more time,” he murmured. Lydia knew he was barely holding on.

  She was almost there. Her body was wound tightly, but her orgasm was just out of reach. “I don’t think I can,” she said almost desperately.

  “Yes, you can,” he said. “God, you’re so tight that you’re making me insane. Can you feel how hot I am? Can you feel how close I am to coming inside your tight body? So hot and sexy.”

  Lydia moaned. Nothing could be sexier than this proper man talking dirty.

  “Do you see those people watching me fuck you?” his thrusts slowed even more and moved in time with the strokes of his fingers. “Every man on that beach is jealous of me right now because your body is mine.”

  Lydia’s climax elicited a scream that drew the attention of everyone on the beach, but she was too far gone to care. She rode out the wave after wave of ecstasy that crashed into her body.

  When Roman found his own release, she thought she heard, “I love you.”

  Part of her wanted to ask him to repeat the words, but instead she let out a contented sigh and allowed Roman to carry her into the room and lay her down on the bed.

  “Hmmmmmm. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to walk again,” she said without opening her eyes.

  “Such a shame,” he murmured and gathered her close. “If you can’t walk, you’ll have to stay in my bed all day and all night.”

  She said around a yawn, “I’ve spent enough time in bed over the last few months.”

  “You’re so much more interesting in bed now,” he mused. “Although, you’re interesting everywhere.”

  “How long can we stay here?”

  “A couple of hours,” he said almost woefully. “Then I need to drop you at home and pick up Drew.”

  “I could go with you,” she offered.

  “Trust me, you’ll get your fill of Drew soon enough. No reason to subject you to any extra time with the boy.”

  “Drew can’t be that bad,” Lydia insisted.

  “Tell me that in two days,” was his ominous reply.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Stupid fucking whore!

  Letting Roman screw her where people could see?

  Dominic stormed into the bedroom and tore photos from the walls. The bitch would pay for making a fool of him. Lydia would regret the day she ever let Roman put his hands on her. Surprised by his own tears, Dominic let out a roar of frustration and rage before collapsing onto the bed.

  With an arm over his eyes, Dominic worked to control his breathing. Finally, he looked over at the end table, at the picture of Lydia on their first night together. He picked up the photo and studied it. One finger traced her cheek. Helpless and trusting, she was his perfect pet.

  “I shouldn’t be blaming you. No, this is Roman’s fault. You’re too naïve and trusting to be on your own, but everything will be okay soon.”

  With the photo clutched to his chest, Dominic sighed and looked around the room. What a mess! It would take hours to get all of the photos back in place. Hours of touching his Lydia’s image. Anger bubbled up inside of him again. Seeing Lydia with Roman was too much. She was supposed to be with him. He was supposed to be finding release in that sweet body.

  What had possessed Roman to take her? Lydia was much too wild and crass for Roman. The rage built again when Dominic realized that it was probably Lydia’s fault. She was the kind of woman who needed a man between her legs. Lonely and isolated at Roman’s home, Lydia must have seduced him.

  “You’re going to pay for acting like a whore with another man,” he muttered to her image. Pleasant images of the ways he could make Lydia regret her mistake soothed Dominic.

  “Soon, sweet Lydia. You’ll be mine again, very soon.”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  After less than twenty‑four hours of living with Drew, Lydia was ready to kill him.

  “What was Dominic like in bed, Auntie Lydia? A couple of times I asked to watch when he fucked women, but he always said no. Is Uncle Roman better in bed than Dominic? My uncle seems uptight, but lots of uptight people are really freaks. Does he tie you up with all of that hair and spank you when you’re bad?” Drew was lounging on the sofa, thumbing through her paperback. If he moved her bookmark, she might resort to violence.

  “First, stop calling me ‘Auntie Lydia.’ I am not your aunt.”

  He looked up and smirked. “You are married to my uncle, right?”

  “Okay fine, technically I’m your aunt, but don’t call me that.” Walking across the room, she snatched the paperback out of Drew’s hands. “Second, don’t touch my books. Third, what the hell kind of pervert asks those questions? Tied up with my hair? Shame on you!” she scolded.

  “Now I get it,” he said with a playful wink. “You like to do the spanking. Are you going to tell me what a bad boy I’ve been, Auntie Lydia?” On anyone else the smile might have been considered sexy.

  Lydia had to admit that Drew had the same hot quality all Draksel men possessed. His brown hair was messy in a way she assumed was intentional. His blue eyes sparkled with mirth as he taunted her. He wore low‑rise skinny jeans and a grey v‑neck t‑shirt which clung to his muscular frame. If he wasn’t such a pain in the ass, Lydia might find him drool‑worthy.

  “Don’t call me that. Not even Roman wants to claim you as his nephew and he has no choice. There is no way in hell I’m claiming you as my nephew. We’re about the same age.”

  “I turned twenty‑two last month,” he said and stretched like a cat.

  “Already knew that. Roman told me before you got here and you’ve told me at least four times today. Don’t you have something to do?”

  “I need to write, but I wanted to visit with my new aunt first. Don’t worry; I’m not going to try to get into your panties or anything. Even if I wasn’t already in love with Tempest, Uncle Roman would kill me for trying. He said if I wasn’t nice to you he’d bury me by the creek near Nathaniel’s house. He threatens that a lot, but this tim
e he said he wouldn’t kill me first.” His eyes traveled up and down her body in an almost clinical way. “That extra weight you put on looks good, but that wasn’t a come on or anything. Keep it up and you’ll look pretty damn fine soon.”

  With a disdainful roll of her eyes, Lydia glared back. “First, I look good with or without the extra weight. Second, there must be something else you can do with your time.” Tired of standing, she settled into a chair as far from Drew as she could get.

  “Do you always count off your points when you talk?”

  “What?”

  “You know, that first, second, third thing you’ve been doing. Might want to change it up some so your dialogue doesn’t get boring.”

  Lydia stared up at the ceiling and started to count out the reasons she wanted to choke the life out of Drew. “There has to be something else you can do.”

  “I suppose I should go write soon.”

  “Are you writing a paper for school?”

  He shook his head. “Nah, I’m writing one of those sex books with vampires.”

  Lydia’s mouth opened, but no words came out.

  “I like sex and killing people,” he continued. “Tempest thought I should write vampire sex books and it’s going well so far.”

  Hysterical laughter erupted from her lips. Drew was good, but she’d spent most of her life playing a part for shock value. After one final inelegant snort laugh passed through her lips, Lydia stared at Drew with new insight. “Seriously, I gotta ask you something.”

  “What’s that?” he asked and sat up, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

  “How much of the little psycho thing is real and how much is an act?”

  Watching him process her question was fun. The shock morphed to annoyance. Finally, he schooled his features into a bored expression.

  “What makes you think it’s an act?” he asked and walked across the room to sit on the sofa closest to her.

  “I’ve been playing the bimbo card to irritate my mom and avoid getting close to people for years. Takes a lot of work to keep up with the act. Most people who notice a slip up attribute it to me being a flake. In your case, they probably figure you’re too bat shit crazy to be consistent. Now, I’m not saying you aren’t a few peas short of a pod, but you aren’t the nut job everyone believes.”

  “Peas short of a pod? What about bricks shy of a load? French fries short of a Happy Meal?”

  “I prefer peas,” Lydia explained with a dismissive wave of her hand.”The thing is, I’ve met a real psycho.”

  “Dominic,” Drew said. If she wasn’t mistaken, he gave her a look of sympathy.

  “Bingo!” Lydia said in her best bimbo voice. “You’re a little off but nothing like you pretend to be.”

  He flashed a cocky grin. “Okay, so I don’t enjoy killing people. Don’t go thinking that makes me a good person because I don’t feel bad when it happens. Hell, there’ve been times when it was piss your pants funny.”

  “When it happens?” she asked, annoyed that her voice shook a little. Showing fear in front of Drew seemed like a bad idea.

  The cocky grin turned predatory. “Yeah, I’ve killed humans. One was an accident, but it was a funny accident. The others were with my mother. Those were no accident. My mom likes to make humans suffer before they die. I’ve killed some when she wasn’t around because I didn’t want to hear the annoying screams anymore. Do you wanna know how I did it? I’d be happy to tell you. Then you can tell me how sane I am.”

  Lydia shook her head and swallowed back the bile in her throat. “I’m pretty sure I don’t want to know about anything I could be asked to testify about.”

  He waved off her concern. “Don’t worry about that. The bodies are long gone. No one is even looking for them.”

  “Still gonna pass on the details. Okay, so maybe you are a little bit of a psycho.” Ugh! Why was she tempted to ask more questions? “Not even a little guilt?”

  With a shrug, he closed his eyes and reclined on the sofa. “Why feel guilty? Humans die all the time. Death has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. I was about three the first time my mom took me on a kill,” he said with no emotion at all.

  Three? Christ, she felt sorry for Drew. What kind of fucked up childhood had he lived through? “That’s awful,” Lydia all but gasped.

  “Nah,” he said and moved back to the sofa across the room. “We aren’t human, and humans are food. Yeah, we have a pill now so we don’t need blood, but our bodies were designed to consume human blood. Just because Justin found a way to get around our nature doesn’t change what we are. Hell, we still steal energy from humans to survive. Humans are below us on the food chain, and predators often kill their prey.”

  “The difference is, you don’t have to kill your prey,” Lydia pointed out.

  “I don’t usually kill them,” he said. “This isn’t totally a vampire thing. My mom killed when she was human too.”

  Drew pulled out his laptop and set it on the coffee table, so Lydia assumed the conversation was over. That was a huge relief. This thing with Drew’s mother couldn’t go on, if what Drew said was true. Lydia was willing to admit that Drew might be lying.

  Roman needed to know what Drew had said. If the woman was killing people, someone needed to stop her. Lydia found Roman seated at the island in the kitchen with a stack of papers spread out in front of him. He looked flustered and tired. The extra people in his home were hard on Roman. There was a part of her that wanted to give him this time alone. That part of her didn’t want to add more stress to his life. Still, this wasn’t a silly little complaint.

  “Roman,” she said, “we need to talk about Drew’s mother.”

  When he looked up, his expression was guarded. “Has Drew been bothering you? I’m working on finding a place for him and Sofia. Well, I was until another issue came up. Perhaps I can mediate the situation between Isaiah and Drew. That might be the most expedient solution.”

  Rather than sit down, Lydia stood at Roman’s side. “Yeah, Drew is a major pain in the ass, but that’s not what I wanted to talk about. Drew’s mother is killing people.”

  Roman sighed and pushed the papers back. “Yes, I’m aware of that. We try to limit her homicidal tendencies and keep things covered up. Phoebe, Drew’s mother, has always been a little off. My brother’s devotion to her has never made any sense.”

  “Homicidal tendencies? You make it sound like she’s a little quirky. She kills people,” Lydia said in an exasperated tone.

  Roman’s lack of response almost made her give in to the temptation to smack him. The only thing that stopped her was the fact that she needed to untangle her hand from her hair first.

  “Don’t give me that placating load of crap. You can’t let her kill people,” Lydia said.

  “Lydia,” he said in a soothing tone and reached out to help free her hand, “Phoebe has issues which we try to handle as much as possible. Killing humans is a problem, but what do you expect me to do about it? Prison isn’t an option. Eventually, someone would notice she’s different. When the humans realized she wasn’t aging, tests would be run.”

  Lydia was getting seriously pissed off. “Let’s see if I’ve got this right. The solution to all of this is to hide the bodies and hope she doesn’t do it too often? What about poor Drew?”

  “Poor Drew?”

  “Yes, poor Drew. How could you let him stay with that woman? Do you know how old Drew was the first time his mother let him experience her homicidal tendencies?” Roman’s mouth opened to speak, but Lydia cut him off. “Three fucking years old! Care to guess why Drew’s so fucked up?”

  Roman turned away and ran a hand through his hair. “Okay, I should have taken better care of Drew.”

  “And the people his mother killed? How many people has that crazy bitch killed?”

  He considered her question and finally shrugged. “I’m not sure, but she killed more humans before her change. Andrei keeps her under control most of the ti
me. The number of human casualties isn’t as high as you might think. Does that make you feel better?”

  Lydia mentally counted to ten, not that it did any good. She must have been quiet too long because Roman turned to watch her. “What if I’d been human?”

  “I don’t understand your question,” Roman said hesitantly.

  Oh, he understood.

  “What if I’d been human? What if Noah hadn’t been able to save my life? Would you have even cared? Would Dominic have been punished for it?” The backs of her eyes burned with unshed tears.

  Roman reached out to stroke her arm, but she jerked away. “Of course, Dominic would have been disciplined. Human deaths are avoided whenever possible.”

  “Because you value human life?”

  He let out a weary sigh and walked across the room. “Lydia, you have to understand my position. It’s not that I don’t value human life. Humans simply don’t live very long.”

  “So humans don’t matter?” she snapped out.

  “That is not what I’m saying at all. Humans are food,” he snapped back. “We respect them, like humans respect cows.”

  “Cows?” she nearly shouted. “You are calling most of my friends and family cows?”

  “Now you’re being intentionally difficult.” The placating tone of his voice made Lydia’s blood boil. “I’m sorry if it offends you, but the truth is we would have cared less if you’d been human. I’m not saying we wouldn’t have cared at all. The death of a human puts us at risk of discovery. Lydia, you aren’t human now, and even before the change you were different. Why are we even having this discussion?”

  “Because you’re letting Drew’s mother kill people and doing nothing to stop her!” she shouted and clenched her fists to avoid twirling her hair.

  “What should I do? We do our best to curtail her activities. Short of putting her down, we have little recourse.”