Wicked Vampire Chapter 3

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CHAPTER 3

Erica

I can’t believe I’m doing this.

Kneeling in front of her mate with his cock in her hands at the place she worked had to make the list of worst things she’d ever done, but she couldn’t find the will the care. Not that she hated her job or her boss, but the call of their mate bond was so damn strong now.

Plus, whatever went into that mage’s brew had her head pulsing in a good way and amplified her need to be molded by Julius’s sure hands.

Frick, she desperately wanted to skip the foreplay and go right to the main event. She needed him inside her as soon as possible.

But tonight, was for him. Julius needed this.

He’d been so stressed about getting a second nightclub up and running that he needed to blow off steam in more ways than having her spread on their bed and pumping her full.

She’d intended a night of dancing and partying, but it looked like they were headed to that same glorious outcome anyway. It shouldn’t have surprised her. Julius was sex on a stick. And she wouldn’t have it any other way as long as his stress was managed.

On her knees, she stared at the hot vampire in front of her. Julius was everything to her. Attentive, flirty, and usually well balanced. But lately, he’d been wavering. He’d become a control freak—militant in his discipline to get this new nightclub started—fretting about every little thing. Every time he thought of his new venture, she felt his stress through their bond.

She needed to shed him of that so he could relax and realize there was nothing to worry about. He was wound so tight, even she was starting to get short tempered and agitated.

“Erica, we can go home,” he said lifting her chin.

That was the second time he’d offered to take them back to their place. She didn’t want to go back.

There were stacks of papers and stress waiting on the desk he’d moved into their bedroom so he could work while she slept. Plus, that would mean he’d have to go back into his human form again.

She loved him like this—as a full vampire—even though he rarely showed it. Her fellow humans would freak out if they saw him walking down the street like this. So, he was forced to hide his true nature, and only let him peek out in the quiet of night when they were in the throes of their mating. In those short blips, he felt just as he did now. Powerful, emboldened, and strong. Limitless, like they could conquer anything together.

She didn’t want that to end. If it did, it would mean Julius would slip back into the fretting, stressed-out control freak. So, she’d extend it the only way she knew how.

“I rather like it here. Don’t you?” she asked, then grabbed his cock and squeezed it the way he liked. He hissed and groaned in pleasure. She scooted closer to him, feeling his warmth radiate through their bond.

He watched her with those pensive eyes of his, taking her emotional temperature, so to speak. Whenever she went off script—did something that was out of character for her—he watched her like a hawk.

She pumped his cock to get his attention back to the task at hand. Pleasure flooded their bond. It was so strong it made her sway forward. Julius was right, every feeling she had was amplified. Just when she thought she had some sort of mastery of the intensity of their mate bond, something would throw it for a loop.

She steadied herself and looked up at Julius with a look of confidence.

“Do you want this?” he asked.

Of course, she did. Even he could feel that in their bond. To show him how silly his question was, she circled the tip of his cock on her lips, wetting them with his pre-release. Even that felt good. Feeling his warmth on her face sent pulsing pleasure between her legs. But he pushed back.

“Answer me, Erica,” he ordered as he caressed the side of her face even though he knew the answer. “Do you want to be on your knees, ready to shove my cock in your throat?”

The gentleness of his touch clashed with the filthy words coming from his mouth as he put his cock back on her lips. Frick, that felt amazing. Doubly amazing.

She’d only had two sips of that drink and it was throwing her for a doozy. Everything about Julius was intensified. The pads of his fingertips stroking the side of her face made her clench her thighs together to find friction.

It was consuming.

Yes. A whimper tussled with her tongue on its way out of her mouth. Her need for him snapped but he steadied her through their bond. He wanted her to hold off just a little longer.

“Are you sure?” He pushed his cock past her lips. Feeling the soft tip of him on her tongue filled her with warm heat and sent tingles across her skin. She moaned, but he pulled out.

“I guess you don’t want that.” His emerald eyes flashed mischievously as he moved back and sat in the booth.

She whimpered in protest, then crawled to him, desperate to have him back in her mouth. He could feel her pleasure through the bond but Julius always preferred verbal confirmation.

“Yes, I do. I want you in my throat,” she pleaded as she nestled between his knees. Instead of giving her what she wanted, he caressed her face and went on as if she hadn’t spoken.

“What about this?” He smirked around his fangs, then leaned in for a kiss. She met him like an animal, opening her mouth and letting her tongue clash with his. He pulled back for a second, then murmured against her lips, “And this? Do you want this too?”

He grabbed the hem of her skirt then propped it up on her lower back. Cool air rushed against her underwear, already soaked from just being in his presence. A thrill raced through her stomach.

He threatened to undress her in open view of the nightclub.

Fuck. Yes, she wanted all of this. Julius could have whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it. If he needed her legs spread for him in this club, she was at the mercy of their bond.

Most days she could retain some measure of control. But with Julius in full-form there was no stopping the ache amplifying between her thighs. Or her heart beating wildly in her chest.

She kept her eyes locked on his and arched her back to keep the fabric in place. Their bond pulsed with appreciative surprise. He loved that she stood her ground. So, she took it further and said, “I like it when you show me off.”

His smirk broadened into a half-grin. “Then, let me do the honors.”

His words sent tingles of anticipation racing down her spine. A second later, he bent so his strong hands could grip the meat of her ass before tugging her panties down. At this angle, he could only get them over her ass and to her upper thighs, but it was enough. Cool air blew across her wetness, sending shivers streaming up her back.

“Am I showing you off enough?” His voice was so hoarse; his words were like gravel coming out.

“I think you can do better.”

Julius lifted her chin again to watch the emotion in her eyes change from lust to hunger. With an impish grin, he cocked his head to one side thoughtfully.

“You’re right,” he pulled the front of her top down, exposing her breasts. “That’s better.”

It was. And the look he gave her made her wish he’d ripped every piece of fabric from her body. Instead, he played with one of her nipples with the same devilishly thoughtful look.

“And you don’t care who might see you like this?” he asked.

Might? More like would. From certain angles down below, people could see her. It was how the bartenders knew to start refreshing drinks. If anyone was paying attention, they’d be able to see her exposed and dripping wet for her mate.

And that turned her on more. Which was a feat in of itself because everything about the vampire in front of her was an uncontrollable turn on.

“Answer me, Erica.” His silky voice dipped low. “Are you sure you don’t care if someone sees us?”

“I’m sure.”

So fucking sure.

“Good, then let’s put on a show.” Julius guided his thick cock past her teeth and held the back of her head steady while she took him all the way in.

Pleasure raced through them both, but it was Julius who let her go and slung his head back against the booth. His entire body seemed to meld into the blood-red cushion as she snaked her tongue down his shaft and bobbed her head in the rhythm he loved.

This was her favorite part, watching him hold onto his control while she slowly peeled it back. With him already in his vampire form, letting the most carnal part of himself loose wasn’t a long road to travel.

She changed the pace to keep him on his toes. His body locked into position as he weathered her and let a stream of curses fall from his tongue. When he drifted into what she’d learned was the language of his realm, she knew he was heading toward an orgasm. She stopped before he could reach it and pulled off him. His body flexed, jumping up as though she’d sucked out his soul. His head snapped up.

“Why’d you stop?” he asked, his voice sharp and low.

“I’m adjusting. Now lay back.”

He did and she settled on her heals and enjoyed this. Instead of going back in like he wanted her to, she played. She licked him from the base to the tip. He shuddered and groaned. He liked it. But when she did it again, his pleasure groan turned into a tortured one. It felt good, but she was keeping him from the kind of pleasure that would make him come.

“What are you doing?” he growled.

“Making you feel good.” She shrugged and continued her ministrations. More pleasure wracked their bond, but it was also met with longing. When his hand traveled from his side to the back of her head, she grabbed them and guided them back to its original place.

“You’re teasing me.”

“What do you mean?” She kept her voice light and innocent as she blew cool air against his cock. The thick muscle in her hand flexed and Julius’s entire body tightened. “I’m making you feel good.”

To appease him, she sucked on the head of his cock. Feeling the pleasure-filled bliss through their bond egged her on. As soon as his head rested back again, she slowed down. His frustration came in a sharp wave.

“I mean it, Erica… I’m losing myself.”

Good. He was coming unglued and it was exactly what he needed. What they both needed.

“I’m just making you feel good. Not teasing you.”

To demonstrate, she ran her tongue up his shaft, feather light.

Right on cue, his body clenched and more of his pre-release flowed from the tip of his cock. Gently, she sucked it off as if it was a lollipop and he was the sweetest candy she’d ever tasted.

He grunted, close to the edge of his control. “That is the very definition.”

“Is it?” She sucked him down to the base before slowly coming back up. “Do you want me to stop?” She asked, even though lust flooded the bond so strongly, she knew it would be worse for both of them if she did.

Their eyes locked. He was morphing. Her attentive, flirty but stressed-out mate was turning into the powerful, dominant sex demon hellbent on finding their pleasure. She’d only experienced him like this on the night of their mating when they were both lost to the pleasure of their mate bond. Afterward, he was filled with nothing but peace and clarity.

She needed to get him back to that state, even if it was for one night. Renewed and determined to get him to let go, she took his thick cock in her hands and squeezed it.

“Just say the word and I’ll stop.” She blew against him again and the floodgates burst. A tidal wave of possessive need burned through their bond and shot straight to her core. She clenched onto his thighs to keep from passing out at the intensity of his emotions.

“I’ve had enough of your teasing.” Julius didn’t wait for her to recover. He picked her up and ripped her panties off.

The vampire in him was out and ready to claim her.

And damn it, she was ready for it too.

Author’s Note: These two are so freaking hot, I can’t take it!!!