“If you think you’re sleeping there, you have another thing coming,” I say, moving over to the decorative sofa and bending purposely low to flash my cunt in Vyce’s direction. I take a decorative throw blanket and lay it out, fluffing a pillow dramatically and spinning back around to find Vyce’s pupils dilated, his tongue running across his lower lip.
Aaaaaand I’m pretty sure it’s not my blood that he’s interested in.
“Get on the couch,” I say, pointing at it. We’re required to sleep together three times in the first three days, but it’s still my body and my choice. “Now.”
“I can see you have problems with intimacy,” Vyce says, standing up off my bed and slowly unbuttoning the sleeveless leather tunic he’s wearing. He tosses it aside, his pink nipples hard and almost impossible to look away from. I want to bite them again, suck the blood from his chest.
“Intimacy?” I ask with a laugh as we circle each other. “There’s no intimacy here. This is just business.”
“That first night I picked you up,” he starts and I laugh again.
“Picked me up? Dude, I picked you up.”
Vyce grins and reaches down, slowly unbuttoning and unzipping his leather pants. He peels them down his legs and steps out of them, completely nude and hard as hell. His rock-hard dick is staring me straight in the face.
“Either way, that wasn’t business, was it?” he asks, crossing his arms over the smooth, flat muscles of his pecs, fully aware that he’s a seriously gorgeous piece of ass. It’s written into every line of his face, etched into the curve of his smirk.
“It was for me. I had wounds to heal. I needed sex and vamp blood.” I shrug. “If you will recall, I kicked your ass out of my apartment as soon as we were done.”
“When we saved you from the hellhound, we were taking extra risk,” he continues and I roll my eyes, moving over to the bed and lounging across it in a way that I know will drive Vyce nuts.
“For a client, one whose bargain was going to be aimed at getting you what you want. All selfish motivation. We’re all selfish here.” Vyce smirks at me and turns, heading over to the decorative couch without complaint. Getting naked just to go to bed seems like a pretty far stretch to me, and I’m certain he’s just playing with me.
But when he actually lays down on the couch with his back to me and pulls the blanket up over his body, I find myself getting frustrated.
Seriously?
“Fuck, fine, get over here and we can share the bed so long as you put a pillow between us. Seems silly to make you sleep with your feet sticking off the end of the couch.” I crawl up and get under the covers.
But Vyce doesn’t bother to move.
He just stays where he is, and within minutes, I can hear the soft, easy breath of someone that’s truly asleep.
Wow.
“Really?” I growl out, tossing the covers back and stomping over to him. He’s a vampire, so he’s got that really annoying selective hearing. He doesn’t think of me as a threat, so he ignores me and stays sleeping while I stand over him with my teeth clenched. “Roll your ass over and fuck me. It’s your damn job!” I snap, realizing that I’m being manipulated but not caring.
When he doesn’t respond, I kneel down next to the couch, brush some turquoise hair from his neck...and sink my teeth deep into his throat.
Vyce comes awake with a groan, reaching back and cupping my head, pressing my mouth to his neck. My tongue laps at his sticky, sweet blood before I pull away and he sits up, turning to face me.
“Demanding little thing, aren’t you?” he asks as I reach down and stick my fingers inside of me, lubing them up as he watches. I then wrap them around his cock and squeeze tight.
“I can be, when I feel like someone’s fucking with me,” I retort, sliding my hand up the length of his shaft and letting go. I grasp him again at the base and start over again. Stroke and release, stroke and release. Our eyes stay locked as I work Vyce up with just my hand, adding my mouth when his eyes are so heavy-lidded they’re almost closed.
As soon as my lips wrap around his shaft, his hips buck and he groans dramatically.
“It doesn’t count if I don’t come inside of you,” he growls as I slide my mouth off of him and straddle his lap. Our eyes stay locked as I align myself with his cock, sitting down slowly until he’s fully sheathed inside of me.
We do what’s called a vampire dance, biting each other at the same time. I sink my teeth back into the same bloody spot from earlier while Vyce bites my collarbone, teasing me with his tongue as I rock my hips against his cock. My breasts brush against his chest, nothing but a bit of lace between us.
Vyce puts his hands on my hips, guiding me into the perfect rhythm, one that has both our pulses racing so quick that the blood leaks from our wounds in little spurts. It drips down our flesh in crimson rivulets, staining our white flesh red. When I feel Vyce’s body tense, I speed up slightly and work him until he groans and yanks my head to the side, biting me so hard that I cry out in pain before the vamp pheromones take over and turn the entire moment into one never ending wave of ecstasy.
He comes before me, filling me with his hot liquid before lifting me up and carrying me over to the bed. There’s blood and...juice everywhere, but that doesn’t matter. Vyce kisses my neck, licking and healing my wounds like Wolfe did. Hell, like Vyce himself did that first night. His fingers slip inside of me as his thumb plays a slick game with my clit. My orgasm is deep and powerful, radiating out from the bites on my neck, my nipples, my cunt, my clit. It takes over me and leaves me sleepy and panting.
“Shall I prop that pillow up between us?” Vyce asks with a chuckle.
I just grab a handful of his hair and kiss the fuck out of him.
We end up taking care of all three of those times in one day.
Damn, Vyce Stiltz has got some stamina.
9
The following evening, I make sure I’m dressed and ready when the king and his entourage show up. I even do my hair and makeup, sitting at the desk in the purple gown with an exaggerated look of boredom on my face.
In reality, I’m anything but bored. In fact, I’m in the best mood I’ve been in in months. Regular sex’ll do that to a person.
“This is...” King Vesnic says as he stares at the dozens of golden bars stacked on the floor. I even took the time to remove them from the molds and make an impressive pile in the corner. Vyce actually stayed to help before kissing the shit out of me, and then disappearing while my back was turned. I still have no idea how he’s getting in and out of here. Fucking blows my mind.
The king turns to look at me, taking in the tight purple dress with the flared mermaid skirt, the diamonds earrings, and the frothy gold curls of my hair. I didn’t have to do shit to it this morning. That freshly fucked look is in and well, I spent all day getting fucked. Now that the sun’s gone down and I haven’t gotten any sleep...well, I’m actually as energized as I’ve ever been. Sex and blood are like energy drinks to a vampire—even a half-breed like me.
“How the fuck are you doing it?” the king asks, spinning toward me with a fiery rage burning in his eyes. He comes at me so quickly that I barely have time to leap from the seat and roll. He doesn’t stop, lunging in my direction, and coming up short when Wolfe’s hand curls around his shoulder and squeezes hard.
“I’ve been sent by House Stiltz to ensure that you uphold your own proclamation,” he growls out, looking fierce as fuck in a friggin’ leather duster and black button-up. He’s got just enough of that cowboy look that I’m intrigued. “That’s not going to be a problem, is it?”
Vesnic tears himself from Wolfe’s grip and fixes him with a look that’s even more vicious than the one he threw me. His blue gaze flicks between me and Wolfe in a near-panicked state.