“I have no one that...I’ve never found anyone that could take charge like you do. You...have you ever done this before?” She turned to look at Mitch when the belt stopped moving, and he told her he’d never even thought about it. Nodding, she waited for him to resume his moving over her body before she continued. “There was...there was someone a long time ago, but he...he tired of me. Will you tire of me, Mitch? Will you...will you not like to play games with someone that heals quickly and can kill you with a snap of her fingers?”
The belt hit her ass hard, and she knew he’d drawn blood. The slick feeling of it trickled down her ass to her thigh and his hands rubbed it in. The next time he spoke to her, she knew he was close to her ass, his breaths heating her already hot skin to near scorching.
“I’ll never tire of you, Vinnie. I will be with you until the day I die.” She knew he wouldn’t die, not now, but said nothing to him as yet. “If I lick your wound, will your blood affect me?”
“You’ll be able to talk to me. Heal faster. Usually. I’m not sure what a necromancer can do with a vamp’s blood.” The belt moved down her ass to between her legs. She felt the leather at her *, then her clit. Riding the hard material, she nearly missed what he said to her next.
“I’ll never hurt you, not unless it’s like this.” His tongue moved over her already healing wound, and she moaned when his fingers entered her *. “You’re mine. I don’t know what I’m to do with you, how to keep you safe, but you’re mine.”
She came when he told her to. Then when he slammed his cock into her *, pounding her so hard she had to hold onto the bed or fall off, she came three more times, hard, fast punches to her system as he spanked his hand down over her tender ass while he fucked her. And when he came, he slid his fingers into her * again and the tightness of it made her come again, this time hard enough she felt swallowed up by it and let the darkness take her.
She knew it was daylight when she woke because her body felt alive. Vinnie looked to the dais, the only thing she could figure out to lay the man on when they’d arrived, and saw it was as empty of him as her bed was. Getting up, she tried to think where he could be and felt the hurt of him leaving her in the area of her heart. Vinnie got up and, stretching, decided it was for the best he was gone. She went to the bathroom and realized he’d used it before leaving her. Vinnie thought about what had happened to them yesterday as she took his towel to the laundry chute. She had touched him.
She was powerful, she knew that. Being a pureblood and as old as she was, she knew more of her magic would be coming to her all the time. Her mother was a great vampire in her own way. Her powers were amazing. Her father too, she supposed, but his were darker than her mother’s. His were more...evil, she supposed. There were times when she thought them both...well, not evil, but uncaring about those around them. Especially her.
Then when she’d killed her father, a sanctioned killing by the council because of what he’d been doing to bring attention to their kind, all he had been and would ever be had come to her. She was still trying to figure out everything she had gotten from her sire.
As she washed her body three times, trying her best not to think of the way she’d felt with Mitch touching her, Vinnie wrapped a towel around her body and entered her bedroom. Getting dressed was simple…she just pulled the first thing she touched out of her closet and put it on. Going to the upper levels, she knew she had company the moment she entered her living room and her mom was sitting in her favorite chair.
“I’m going to have to have the locks changed if you keep that up.” Her mother laughed but didn’t leave her. “I’ve a lot to do today, Mom, so I have little time to be social. Tell me what it is you want from me and I’ll think about seeing that you get it. But like I told you before, don’t keep expecting me to bail you out of every little thing.”
“You’ve met him.” Vinnie didn’t even bother denying it. Her mother would have been able to smell him on her and even know they’d bonded. “Where is he? In the lair still? Or have you had that man of yours, whatever his name is, dispose of him? Mates aren’t all that special, you know.”
“Hugo, and no I didn’t murder him. I don’t know where he is.” She knew she could find him easily enough, but really, she was too hurt to try and find out. “I really have things to do today. It’s almost...what are you doing here anyway?”
“Don’t change the subject. I’m here because I did want to talk to you, but this is more important for now. Who is the man? Not a vampire but something else. I can smell panther too, but I don’t believe it’s him. Maybe he knows one.” Vinnie told her she had no idea as she looked over the notes Gilda had left for her on the table. She wondered briefly if her mom had read them, then didn’t care. There was nothing of importance there anyway. “Do I know him?”