Her Vampire: An Instalove Possessive Vampire Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 207)

by Flora Ferrari

  But it is.

  And I need to accept that.

  “Won’t you miss having all the time in the world, Torsten, if you become human?” I whisper.

  “No,” he says at once. “Because I want – no, need – something far more than that.”

  He smooths his hand down my body and places it on my belly, rubbing softly.

  Something whelms inside of me, a deafening chorus screaming through my body, a cacophony I couldn’t ignore even if I wanted to.

  “That’s your womb,” he growls, passion flaring in his voice. His touch blares so hotly I’m shocked he doesn’t scorch through my shirt. “I can feel it, Tammy. I can feel how badly your body wants to give me a child. But a vampire cannot mate with a human. And there’s nothing in this world I want more than to plunge my seed inside of you and to watch our offspring grow and flourish.”

  I gasp.

  “Jesus, I want that too,” I whisper. “I thought I might be crazy, thinking that so quickly.”

  He kisses my forehead and I can feel the smiling shape his lips make.

  “There’s no such thing as crazy or too fast where we’re concerned,” he says. “We’re destined for each other. Of all the humans I’ve ever scented, none have ever made me feel what you have, Tammy. You’re one in a million, a billion, a goddamn trillion. You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of and I can’t wait to put my seed in your virgin womb. But first, let me take you on a date. Let’s pretend to be civilized for an evening.”

  A warm shiver moves through me.

  A date with my man, the future father of my children …

  How the heck can I resist that?

  “But what about Chipper?” I ask.

  “It’s up to you,” he says. “I can hire a professional dog sitter. Or we can take him with us. Whatever you like.”

  “I think a dog sitter would work best,” I murmur, leaning down and stroking Chipper behind the ears, his favorite place to be tickled. “Sometimes he can get a little antsy around crowds.”

  Chipper grins, reflecting the contentment moving through my body, and I can’t help but let a goofy grin of my own rise to my lips.

  “I’ve never been on a date before,” I whisper.

  Torsten envelops me in his arms, his body a solid certainty against mine.

  “It’s the first of many,” he whispers close into my ear.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Torsten

  I place my hand on her back as I walk with her through the restaurant, the light of the chandeliers glinting all around us. A Jazz band plays softly in a corner and I have to concentrate with every ounce of will I possess not to light the place up like a blood promise.

  Tammy looks like something out of a fever dream.

  In a dress, the purple of a long-awaited sunset, inset with jewels that glitter as brightly as her smile, her body claims the material. Her curves touch every part of it, creating an outline that causes my manhood to ache and tremble with withheld desire.

  Her oaken hair has been piled artfully atop her head by the stylist, leaving the vivacious character of her face to shine through.

  She turns to me with a cute as hell grin.

  I lean in, brushing my lips against hers, an unstoppable instinct.

  We sit at a private corner table, a single candle flickering artfully in a silver holder.

  “This place is beautiful,” she whispers. “But I just realized something. Are you going to be able to eat?”

  “Yes,” I tell her. “I just won’t taste it. And it won’t give me any sustenance. But I can chew and mime and watch you, watch you every single moment.”

  “Maybe that should creep me out,” she giggles, tossing me a sassy look to end all sassy looks. “This big scary mythical creature staring me down.”

  “Maybe,” I say, a savage undertone to my voice. “But it doesn’t.”

  The waiter approaches, cutting off all talk of vampires and myth. I delight in making Tammy laugh as the waiter – a proper-looking man reminding me of a Russian noble – turns to me and asks me what I would like.

  “I’ll have whatever she’s having, my good man,” I say, tossing her a wink.

  She smiles but then a blush creeps into her cheeks.

  Her heartbeat begins to beat faster, almost frantically, as her eyes roam over the menu.

  “Could we have some more time to decide, please?” I say, speaking to the waiter but keeping my eyes on Tammy.

  “I thought you were having whatever I’m having, hmm?” she sasses.

  Or she tries to sass.

  But beneath her words, I can hear a note of anxiety.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask.

  “How do you know something’s wrong, hmm?”

  “Why do you keep saying hmm?” I mutter, smirking despite myself.

  There’s just something about this woman, and by something, I mean that she’s life-changing, paradigm-shifting, that she’s the only person either in this time or at any time I’ve lived through who has made me want to enter the world of mortals again.

  “Because it’s what you say,” she giggles. “Every now and then, you’ll just go hmm, like you’re the biggest badass in the world and you’re too important to say any actual words.”

  “I do not,” I say, though I know she’s right.

  Bantering with her is just too damn fun.

  “You do too,” she laughs.

  “Tammy,” I say, reaching across the table and taking her hand in mine. I feel her flinch slightly at the coldness I have to envelop myself with if I’m not going to light up this restaurant like a goddamn fireworks display. “You can tell me if something’s wrong, always. I’ll never judge you.”

  “It’s just … I’m supposed to be on a diet, you know?”

  I can’t help it. My mouth splits open and a savage laugh escapes my throat, causing several people to turn and look at me.

  She snatches her hand away.

  “How is that funny?” she snaps.

  “I’m sorry,” I say quickly. “I’m not laughing at you, I promise. I never would.”

  When I take her hand again, she doesn’t flinch or pull away.

  “It’s just the idea of you needing to go on a diet is absurd to me. Firstly, you’re the sexiest goddamn woman just the way you are. Your curves drive me insane. When I had you naked and curvaceous and wet for me—”

  “Torsten, we’re in public,” she says, her shimmering heartbeat betraying her.

  “Right,” I say, baring my teeth at her, fangless for the time being. “But when I had you like that, I just couldn’t believe how perfect your body was—is. It’s curvy in all the right places. But there’s more to it than that. You have to understand, I’ve lived a long, long time. I’ve been alive long enough to find this modern, Western obsession with stick-thinness thoroughly ridiculous. When it first started appearing, I thought it was a strange phase, and would pass.”

  “But it hasn’t, has it?” she murmurs. “And whatever you say, you can’t deny that most people find skinny girls more attractive than—”

  “Than curvy fucking goddesses?” I snarl, not caring to keep my voice low now. “No, Tammy, I can’t agree with you there. If you want to go on a diet, then fine, go on a diet. But don’t for a second think you need to, or have to. Don’t feel as if you’re being compelled by me, or society, or whatever else. Because just looking at you drives me into a feeding frenzy, a feeling that, before you, I hadn’t felt for two hundred years.”

  She bites her lip, light shimmering in her eyes that makes me want to fist her hair, spoil the intricate artwork of the stylist, and guide her lips to mine as I pulse redder then a crimson sunset.

  “You wouldn’t just say that?” she whispers.

  “I’d never just say anything with you,” I growl carnally. “You’re going to be the mother of my children. We’re going to spend the rest of our mortal lives together. I wouldn’t just speak empty words to you.”

  Her grip tightens around mine,
and then an impish smile lights up her face.

  “Okay, then I might have the steak.”

  “Good choice,” I say. “I’ll get mine nice and rare.”

  “Well, I could’ve guessed that,” she giggles, seeming more carefree now as I gesture for the waiter to return.

  “So how does it work?” she asks once we’ve made our orders. “Turning you into a human, I mean?”

  She shakes her head, laughing under her breath.

  And she’s so damn musical that even her quiet laughter is better than half the music filling the charts these days.

  “I still can’t believe we’re even talking about this, ceremonies and amulets and magic. It all seems pretty ridiculous. Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to totally call your life ridiculous.”

  “No, it is,” I chuckle deeply. “Especially in these modern times, when most people don’t believe in magic. When I was first changed, it didn’t seem that impossible to me. We believed deeply in the gods back then. We saw the world differently. But yes, it is. You’re right.”

  “So how then?” she asks.

  I can’t help but let heat flare inside of me.

  For a second, I see my reflected redness in her eyes, a brief pulsation that I have to grit my teeth and force down before anyone notices.

  “We have sex,” I say. “With me wearing the amulet. It has to be on the anniversary of its creation, which is in two weeks’ time.”

  “Two weeks,” she murmurs. “What a crazy coincidence, you finding me just in time.”

  “No,” I say fiercely. “Even if this makes me sound old-fashioned, I don’t think coincidence had anything to do with it. I think something led me to that rooftop on that specific night when the wind was just right to bring your scent to me.”

  “Me too,” she whispers, just as fiercely as me, my perfect equal. “And really, Torsten, if anybody’s allowed to sound a little old-fashioned, I think you qualify. But …”

  “What?” I urge when she trails off.

  “Well, I know I’m strong enough. But do you think you’ll be able to wait two whole weeks?”

  I lean forward, staring into her eyes, reading the playfulness and the banter there.

  “Oh, so you can wait, can you?” I grin, baring my teeth and feeling my fangs flare for a moment. With an effort, I retract them. “There’s no part of you that wants me to take you to a hotel this evening? There’s no part of you that’s starving just as badly as I am? Because I want to wait, too. I want to wait until I know I can put a child inside of you. But I don’t know if I’m that strong.”

  She makes a soft whimpering noise.

  “Is it safe?” she whispers.

  “I don’t know,” I growl. “I’ve never had sex with a human before. All I know is I would die before I hurt you.”

  “You’ve never … really? In all these years?”

  I shake my head.

  “You’re the only woman that’s ever interested me. Hell, that’s an understatement. Obsessed me, captivated me. You’re the only woman I’ve ever felt like I needed to take, claim, hard, over and over again.”

  “I want that,” she says softly, a quiet song of lust in her voice. “And I’d be lying if I said …”

  She trails off.

  “No, it doesn’t matter. I don’t want to sound like a slut.”

  A deep tremor quakes through me, a tremor that hits something deep and primal inside of me. I want to find whatever asshole told her that she couldn’t express herself sexually and cave his face in.

  “You would never be a slut to me, Tammy,” I snarl. “We belong together. We’re dedicated to each other. You should feel free to explore your sexuality. What were you going to say?”

  She looks at me bravely now.

  “Just that, you know, it might be sort of amazing to do it when you’re still a vampire. Before we begin our life together … as mortals.”

  “As mortals,” I say softly. “Now you’re beginning to sound like me.”

  “Is that such a bad thing?” she sasses.

  My eyes smolder into hers, and it takes all the self-restraint I possess not to flip this table and grab her shoulders, lead her to the balcony railing and bend her over.

  I remember how tight and pink and wet her pussy was.

  Something in me shudders.

  I need her.

  And I can’t wait any longer.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Tammy

  His hand is a controlled fire on the small of my back as he leads me down the private corridor toward the penthouse suite of the hotel. I glance at him and see the red veins pulsating in his throat, as though he can hardly contain the feed, the lust, the need.

  My body is a shimmering isle of luxuriating sensations, my nipples tingling against my bra and my panties hot and sticky. My heart beats a tune of anxiety and tries to throttle this moment, but I won’t let it, can’t let it ruin what we’re going to experience together.

  He makes a snarling, growling noise as he pushes the door open, revealing a plush-carpeted hallway that leads to a living room straight out of a regency drama. With its landscape paintings and regal furniture, I feel like I’ve stepped back in time, but I don’t have long to admire the palatial surroundings because Torsten’s hands are on my shoulders.

  He spins me to him, his face tight, his icy blues blazing fiercely.

  “Fucking hell,” he groans. “Do you have any idea how sexy you look right now? That dress, Tammy. Your fucking curves.”

  A squeal of delight escapes me as his powerful hand pounds against my ass, and then he squeezes tightly, rubbing the place he just spanked as his eyes sear into me and his skin begins to shimmer carmine.

  His whole body is pulsating beneath the night-blackness of his suit, his fangs pointed and sharp as he gazes at me, a beast in full hunt, unable to stop himself now.

  And I’d never want him to stop.

  I’m his prey.

  His nervous prey, his inexperienced prey, fine, fine.

  But right now my lust is screaming so loudly I can barely hear everything else, all that other nonsense that only threatens to get in the way.

  He pulls me close to him and slides his fire-hot hands up the back of my legs, pushing my dress aside and grinding against my bare skin. Goosebumps prickle and follow the path his hands make.

  He grits his teeth when he gets to my ass, palming it roughly, seductively, his fingers creeping down and closer to my soaked panties with each stroke.

  “You feel fucking perfect, my curvy virgin mortal,” he snarls. “Turn around and bend over the couch. I need to see that pussy again. And I’m warning you, Tammy, I’m going to use a charm to make you cream hard for me. You better tell me now if you’ve got a goddamn problem with that.”

  “N-no,” I whimper. “I want it. I want it bad.”

  My mind sings with the prospect of being utterly in his thrall.

  Utterly his.

  Forever.

  He spins me around and presses down on my shoulder blades.

  I bend over and stick my ass out, feeling truly sexy for the first time in my life. Even as virginal anxiety threatens to erupt into the fabric of the moment, I feel my womb urging me on, telling me this is it, the night I become a sexual being and get comfortable enough to be with my man.

  “Odin’s eye,” he growls, smoothing his hand over my ass cheek and then slowly peeling my panties down.

  “I’m sorry,” I giggle. “What the heck did you just say?”

  “Old expression,” he smirks, as I bend around to look into his red-shimmering, fanged expression. “Now be a good little virgin and stick that ass out. I’m going to make you come and cream like my perfect sexy goddess.”

  “Like this?” I whimper, arching my back and pushing with my hips.

  His face goes tight and he swallows. His manhood makes a massive outline against the fabric of his trousers as he gazes down at my ass, my dress hiked up around my hips in bunches of fabric. The only light comes as a
soft moon-blue glow through the closed curtains and the sconce lights along the walls, giving him an eerie, captivating appearance.

  And him, the red shimmer that flows through him in frenetic pulses before settling as he gets himself under control … only to flare again moments later.

  “Yes,” he growls. “Like that. Now, you’re going to cream. And you’re going to fucking cream hard. I’ve never used charms for this before.”

  “It’s both our first time,” I whisper.

  “Yes,” he says passionately. “It fucking is.”

  “Ah,” I scream as he plunges his middle finger into my hole.

  I had no idea how wet I was until his finger slides deeply inside of me, his knuckles pressed up against my ass cheeks as he begins to swirl his finger inside of me.

  I gasp and bite down, and then I feel electric tension sizzling through me. It’s as though he’s touching every single part of me with a live wire, my hairs pricking up all over my body, my hole getting tight and the universe spinning around me like suddenly we’re the center of it like suddenly nothing else matters or even exists.

  “Fuck, you’re getting tight,” he snarls.

  I have to close my eyes, the force of the pleasure is so strong.

  It attacks every part of me in otherworldly gasping closeness.

  “Are—you—doing—it—”

  “Yes,” he moans. “And you’re going to cream for me. Any second now. I can feel it. And then I’m going to rub your sweet cream all over my cock and plunge inside of you. I can’t wait anymore. I need to claim you before I lose control and feed on that luscious round ass, an ass made for pounding, for spanking, for fucking owning. You’re mine, Tammy. You’re my fucking property. Cream. Now, now. Do it now.”

  On his last word, he must send the most powerful charm into me yet, because suddenly I float up out of my body and the only thing I can feel, the only thing that exists for me, is the feeling of his finger pressed against a spot of pure heaven inside of me.

  The euphoria is like the Big Bang, like a river of lava – boiling but painless – is flows through me, like a primordial maelstrom of heat and closeness and need spinning around and around and around.