Wicked Vampire Chapter 2

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CHAPTER 2

Julius

“Come.” Erica tugged at his hand, then shimmied her hips. “Dance with me. It’ll be worth it, I promise.”

Julius took another sip. When he looked back at his mate, he nearly choked. She’d dropped eye level with his cock and stared at it as if she had plans to take it out in the middle of the dance floor. He watched her, unable to take his gaze from her delicate hands as they grazed his crotch.

Unfortunately, she stopped.

“Julius, you’re not dancing,” she pouted playfully as she made her way back up, hitting every beat with her hips as she rose, oblivious to the desire boiling inside of him.

He obliged and tried to match her rhythm. He could dance. Hell, every royal was taught how to, but with his cock threatening to explode, finding the beat seemed impossible.

As soon as he managed not to look like a clunky imbecile, Erica’s hand ran up his fitted shirt. Another, more feral growl, wrenched from his chest as his body ignited under the ease of her touch. He’d never get used to the feeling of having his mate touch him so openly. Her hips wound against him as she swayed to the music as if oblivious to the turmoil she created in him.

His fingers dug into her hip bones, guiding them to the place on his cock where the pressure built. Venom pooled in his mouth. By the gods, he’d make his release right now if she kept it up.

Erica sensed it and turned abruptly, taking the drink from his hand with a devilish grin.

“Is it working? Are you sufficiently heightened or do you need another swig?”

He snickered. “From that? No, that won’t do anything more than enhance the buzz from the alcohol. Otherwise, it’d be like drinking water.”

“So, this isn’t an ultra-turn-on? Seriously?” She frowned in disappointment.

He shrugged. “You’re the only turn on I need. Especially when you shake your pretty ass on me.”

She stood back with a humph. He could tell she wanted to be disappointed, but at the same time, she loved that she alone had him tied up in a proverbial knot of desire.

“Well, if that’s the case.” She went to take a drink, but he stopped her.

‘For you, though, it’ll do exactly as I said. Make any sensation I bring to you much more intense than it would otherwise be.”

That made her curious. “Really?”

He nodded.

“If I drink this, I’ll be heightened?” Her hazel eyes lit with mischief. Putting the glass to her lips, she took a sip.

Just the act of it made him so hard, he was sure his cock was going to rip through his pants before his balls turned blue from lack of blood.

“This is actually pretty good. Maybe I should have gotten one.”

“For a human, just a sip is all you’ll need. A full one of these would have you begging me to spreadeagle you across the bar and I’m sure your boss wouldn’t like that.”

“Technically, that would be you, right boss? Wouldn’t you like to spread me across your bar?” An image of him pounding into her on top of the front bar as the crowd formed around them made him choke with desire. He’d love that a lot.

“I would, but my business partner wouldn’t.”

Erica frowned. “Yeah, Stick’s no fun.”

To his surprise, she took another sip out of defiance before handing him back the glass.

“How long does it take to go into effect?”

He grinned. “It already has.”

He felt it the moment it sparked in her. The pull of her desire became stronger.

Erica had no idea what she’d gotten herself into. But he knew exactly the sensations he’d provoke out of her tonight. Now, it was his turn for some payback.

As they swayed to the music, he let his hands roam her body before settling on her ass.

Her lust flooded the bond.

Good.

Syncing with his vampire, he closed the space between their lips. No matter how many kisses he’d given her—and it had to be in the thousands by this point—a spark of fire always ignited in him. Revving the vampire in him to do more, take more, have more, and to give. Always to give her the pleasure she craved.

And right now, the scent from under the shortest skirt he’d ever seen her in, made him want to spread her legs open and devour her. But Erica wasn’t the type to let him have his way with her in public. Kisses and a few caresses were all he was ever allowed, but tonight seemed different.

They felt anonymous in this crowd.

Emboldened, he kissed her again, gliding his tongue in her mouth. She let him. Intertwining themselves together like this was only the start of their evening. Soon, there would be more. He was sure of it.

Julius guided her tongue to one of his fangs and pricked it, letting her blood flow. He didn’t allow her to pull back, instead he sucked her tongue into his mouth until the wound closed.

He pulled back and watched her face. Erica was always so expressive. Her hazel eyes widened in wonder. She was surprised, but aroused by it at the same time. She wanted him to bite her in more places, more openly.

You certain? He sent into her mind, thenplaced a kiss on her mouth, then her chin, down to her neck.

Of course, her response was faint and breathy. She wanted him.

Then, to test her resolve, he sank his fangs in again, pushing them deeper into her flesh.

Erica gasped and the scent of her arousal grew stronger. To his utter elation, she didn’t push him away or get squeamish.

Feeling her flesh give way and her life force hit his tongue sent fresh light, like the dawning of a new sun, racing through him. Her pulse sped up, sending more of her blood on his tongue.

Amongst the costumed partiers, no one noticed, and it felt good letting his vampire stretch in public. He couldn’t get enough of her. He drank another mouthful before pulling away.

“That was…. That felt…” she breathed. She didn’t have to articulate the words. He felt what she did through their bond.

This was wild and reckless and out of control like they were spiraling to catastrophe. It was as if abandon wrapped them up on its own wind and consumed them.

He looked her over. She was fucking beautiful in this light with the stain of her blood dripping down her neck. Julius’s mind hazed over as the burn of lust ripped through his body.

Erica was completely out of her mind with lust. The feeling poured into him through their bond, intensifying his own to the point of insanity.

The call of their mate bond became so strong, it was impossible to ignore. They needed to affirm it again.

Now. In the club.

In front of everyone.

His gaze met hers. The hazel in them was almost nonexistent as her pupils dilated.

“Damn,” Erica’s low giggle only made him want to stuff his cock into her mouth. “You’re incredibly sexy like this.”

“And we’ve teased each other enough tonight.” Julius grabbed her hand and weaved them through the crowd. Erica snatched back.

“But Julius, I want to dance.”

Their bond flashed with cunning and more teasing. She didn’t want to dance any more than he wanted to run naked in the street with his dick on fire. She wanted to fuck just as much as he did.

But if she pulled back again, he was going to hoist her over his shoulder like a caveman ready to take what was his.

“You’ll have plenty of time to bounce on top of me when we get to the overlook.”

Taking hold of her wrist, he pulled her through the crowd again. He went too fast. The click-clack of her heels said as much. She was practically running to keep up, but she didn’t pull back again or slow her pace.

Their mutual lust raced through the bond, fueling their need to have each other.

He guided her up the stairs past four vampire warriors he’d had posing as club bouncers.

In the overlook, the music wasn’t as loud per his request. He wanted to hear her every moan with perfect clarity.

Grabbing her, he pulled her against him so she could feel the exact effect she had on him.

The intensity of her desire was his undoing.

Fuck. His pants were too painful to keep strapped against his hard cock. Desperately, he loosened his buckle and unzipped his pants. She paused to stare. For a moment, he gaged her.

It was a toss-up on whether she’d let him fuck her in public. Teasing was one thing, but going all the way was another. The overlook was empty and no one could see them up here. But there was a very expansive view of the crowd below them.

“We can go home if you want,” he offered.

“Or,” Erica murmured, letting her hand glide down his body and into his open pants. When she squeezed him hard, he nearly choked, but she continued coyly, “We’re exactly where we’re supposed to be.”

Fuck, he was rubbing off on her.

His sweet little Erica had turned into a vixen. One with eyes only for him and a small hand gripping his tool.

Rational thoughts flitted away when her hand moved, slowly from the base of his cock, to the point where his pants resisted.

The pleasure of it made his eyes roll.

Fuck, he needed to be free of these stupid pants.

“Should I lock the booth down and ensure no one comes up?” His voice ground on its way out.

A coy smile graced Erica’s full lips as she kissed his neck seductively and murmured the last thing he’d thought he’d hear from her lips.

“Won’t stop me either way.” Then she dropped to her knees and let his cock out.

Author’s Note: Spicy, spicy!