Wicked After Dark: 20 Steamy Paranormal Tales of Dragons, Vampires, Werewolves, Shifters, Witches, Angels, Demons, Fey, and More

by Mina Carter

  His blue eyes lower to my now flat stomach likes he's imagining me with a big pregnant belly. There were so many times during those months and then the last four years that I thought of him and wished he was there with me and the twins. At night I'd dream he'd find me again and want all three of us. That he'd be happy to find out he’s a father, and would want to be more with me. It was a stupid, naïve fantasy, but it was all that helped me get through the day sometimes, knowing I could be with him and live a perfect, happy life in my dreams.

  "They were due at the end of July, but they were born two months early mostly healthy by some miracle, with just low weights and their lungs a little underdeveloped. The doctor's say that's why they both have asthma," I tell him for some reason. A part of me does want him to do the math and realize the truth, even though I know it's stupid.

  "Maybe you just miscalculated their date of conception," he says dismissively.

  "I was only with their father, and it was only one night, so I know when they were conceived," I tell him defensively. I wasn't a slut back then. I'd thought Eric had been careful enough that night but was wrong. After that Halloween, I wasn't with anyone else until after the boys were walking, and the man before Eric, my ex Justin, was weeks earlier and he always used condoms. Riley and Noah are Eric's, without a doubt.

  "Their father's missing out," Eric says, stopping my heart.

  "It sounds like you're gonna be a husband and father soon. Congratulations," I tell him bitterly.

  "Not by choice, but...I have to."

  "You don't have to do anything!" I exclaim in frustration.

  He can say that shit all he wants, but he doesn't have to marry her. And yeah, I'm pissed because she’s beautiful and classy and I'm sure he wants to be with her. Why wouldn't he? The two of them will have a picture perfect and wonderful marriage.

  "Yes, I do have to marry her. People are depending on me. I have to have an heir and I don't have but a few months."

  "People are depending on you to reproduce? Sorry, but I just don't buy that."

  "I can't explain it to you, but I hope you'll try to understand."

  "Right," I say with a huff, turning around to leave before I make a bigger fool of myself. Before I breakdown and tell him the truth for my own selfish reasons. I can't, even if it means losing him for good. I won't let him hurt the boys by up and leaving them like he left me. He'd probably just think it's a ploy to get to his money anyway. I don't want a dime from him. I just want to be able to leave here and keep the twins safe.

  "Where are you going?" Eric asks when I'm almost to the doorway.

  "To bed."

  "Not yet, baby," he says. "I need you. Close the door and then come get on your knees."

  He can't be serious. He just told me he's marrying someone else and now he wants me to pleasure him? But then I turn around and watch as his hand reaches down and unzips his jeans. Is he just doing this to remind me what I am to him? Nothing but his whore, or paramour, to make it sound a little nicer.

  "What exactly is it that you want from me, Eric? Because I honestly don't know."

  "I want you. I want your sexy little mouth to take every single inch of my cock. I'm dying to slide in and out between your pouty lips until I can't take it anymore and explode down your throat."

  I stand still, wanting to be offended but finding that hard to do when I'm getting wet with arousal caused solely by his words. Oh, and then he pulls out his very erect cock and starts stroking it.

  "You can deny it all you want, but I know you like sucking my cock. I love how you lick the cum off of me like you can't get enough. I feel the same way after I taste you and can't seem to lick up the cream from your pussy fast enough."

  My thighs squeeze together to try and ease the ache before I actually give in and do as he asks. Partly because it was part of my deal for staying here, but mostly because he's right. I want to.

  I shut the door and go to him, dropping to my knees in front of his legs that are spread wide on the leather sofa. I lean forward and lick the head of his cock where a bead of cum has escaped. When I wrap my hand around him, his head falls back against the cushion on a groan while his fingers thread through my hair and gently massage my scalp as I start to suck him off.

  "Fuck, baby," he mutters when I cup his balls. I pull my mouth off of his shaft to go lower, licking and sucking on his sac.

  When the office door opens I realize belatedly that I stupidly forgot to lock it. I hear her gasp and know who it is before I see her. Great. When I move to get off the floor, Eric pushes me back down with a hand on my shoulder, not bothering to zip his pants back up.

  "You should've knocked, Courtney," Eric says curtly to the woman. He doesn't sound the least bit remorseful, only pissed that she interrupted.

  "What the hell are you doing?" she asks, when she comes closer. I really want to get up and flee, but I feel like a deer in headlights and Eric's hand remains pressed down on my shoulder.

  "It's called getting a blowjob, and if you're not familiar with them then our marriage is doomed before it even begins," he tells her bluntly while I keep my head down, my long hair shielding my embarrassed face. I hate the mention of his stupid marriage.

  "I know what a blowjob is! What is she doing giving you one?" the bitchy woman asks. Without looking, I can picture her with her hands angrily on her hips and elitist nose raised in the air.

  "Well, if you must know, she's a whore. My paramour might be a more delicate term to use, so whichever you prefer. You two should get acquainted since I like to fuck her and I don't plan to stop fucking her anytime soon," he says, running his index finger under my chin to tip my eyes up to his. I'm pretty sure I go from hating him to loving him in the span of two sentences. His sapphire gaze locks on mine, telling me he's serious. He's not going to get rid of me, even for her.

  "Either she goes or I do!" the prissy woman exclaims.

  She must be a natural blonde or she's an idiot. Eric's told me that he has plenty of women to choose from if he doesn't marry this woman. She has to know that as well.

  "Be sure to lock the door on your way out. I don't want to be interrupted again," he tells her without sparing a glance in her direction and I can't hide my smile.

  I hear her huff of aggravation before she storms off, but I don't hear the door shut.

  "Guard!" Eric yells out, startling me and causing me to jump. I finally look up and in the blink of an eye a man has already appeared in the doorway.

  "Yes, sir?"

  "Please lock and then shut the door. I don't want to be disturbed again."

  "Yes, sir," he answers and then we're locked inside.

  "Now, where were we?" Eric asks, scooting down lower on the sofa.

  "I'm pretty sure I was sucking your cock," I tell him.

  "Oh that's right. Carry on," he says, flashing me a grin.

  "I can't believe you did that."

  "Why not? I always do whatever the fuck I want. If she thinks for one second that I'll change anything I do because I have to go through with the marriage with her then she's out of her goddamn mind. It's better for her to realize that truth sooner rather than later."

  "Women don't like to share their men," I tell him.

  "I'm not hers to share," he replies.

  I like his response so much that by the time I finish sucking him off, he's almost hyperventilating. I thought he was going to need a puff of the boys' inhaler. I'd even gloat about it if I wasn't miserable knowing that soon there will be another woman, one who he'll marry, since it's clear that I'm never going to be able to fulfill that position. Men like Frederick Coughlin, III don't marry whores like me.

  Chapter Nine

  Eric

  I slump contently on the leather sofa in my office. I’m happier than I thought I’d be about not having to marry Courtney.

  “If there’s a woman who can fuck me better than you, I’ve never met her,” I tell Hope who is still kneeling in the floor, her angelic face resting on her arm that
’s draped across my thigh. Even though there’s a sporadic but noticeable tremor in her body, she doesn’t acknowledge it so I try not to worry about it.

  “Aww, I bet you say that to all your whores,” she counters.

  “There are no other whores and never have been.”

  “So why me?” she asks with a tilt of her fiery red hair.

  “Don’t play coy. You know why you,” I tell her.

  “Because I was Catwoman and you were Batman?” she asks, which reminds me of what’s waiting in my closet.

  “That’s one reason. And now it’s time for us to retire to my bedroom. Are the boys asleep?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then let’s go. As soon as my legs decide to work again.”

  Getting to her feet, Hope grabs my hands, and with a grunt, pulls me to mine. “You’re a big guy. Why are all your bodyguards smaller than you?” she asks.

  “The Coughlins are a big breed of men, which was hard to believe when I was a boy. I was small and skinny, like the twins actually, but by puberty, I was more than six feet tall and two hundred pounds.”

  “Huh,” she mutters, snaking her arms around my neck. “That’s an impressive growth spurt.”

  “Speaking of growth spurts,” I say, grabbing her ass to wrap her thighs around my waist, rubbing her pussy against my hard bulge. “You seem to give me quite a few.”

  “I’ve noticed.” She giggles as I carry her down the hall.

  If there weren’t guards scattered about I’d have stripped her naked before we even reach my bed. My bed that’s already occupied, I notice as soon as we walk in and lock the door behind us.

  “Oh yay! It’s time to play,” Heath says, standing up to actually jump up and down on my goddamn bed. Completely naked.

  “What the fuck are you doing in here?” I ask him, setting Hope back on her feet.

  “Um, my job,” he says, his bouncing coming to a stop. “I haven’t bitten her in over twenty-four hours. I bit her twice yesterday, so I need to at least once tonight.”

  “Wait, what do you mean twice yesterday?” I ask and he falls down so that he's sitting on the edge of the mattress.

  “In the kitchen and then in here.”

  “The kitchen?”

  “She was begging for it,” he says to which Hope immediately replies with “I was not! I was trying to cover his potty mouth with my palm and he bit me.”

  That sounds much more believable.

  “I smacked him afterwards and told him he better not ever do that again in front of my boys or without my permission.”

  “She did,” Heath admits with a wide grin, reaching down to stroke his cock. “It was hot!”

  I groan and run a hand through my hair, wishing I could get rid of him but knowing before I ask what she’d say. “Do you want him to leave?”

  Hope puts her hands on her hips and lifts her chin, trying to look indignant but the tremors of withdrawal are becoming even more noticeable when she says, “Up to you. It’s your room.”

  Despite how much I hate the fact, it’s obvious that she needs what he can offer her, but I can’t.

  “He can stay,” I mutter. “But let’s try and skip tomorrow night and see if you can make it until the morning.”

  “Um, I love morning sex,” Heath responds. “I’ll sleep in her bed in case she wakes up and needs a little somethin’, somethin’.”

  I ignore that comment and head to the closet to get out what I’ve been dying to see her in again.

  “Is that..?” she gasps when I come back with the long, black suit.

  “Yeah, it is. And I would love it if you'd put it on, so I can take it off of you.”

  She reaches for the black, one-piece suit with a smile. “Fine, but I’m not as lean as I was back then. I've had two kids.”

  “The fact that your tits are significantly bigger after childbirth is no hardship to us,” I reply in the plural for some stupid reason.

  “I’ll be right back,” she says before ducking into the bathroom.

  “So can I fuck her tonight?” Heath asks.

  “No.”

  “Will you let her blow me?”

  “No.”

  “Goddamn it. What about the prissy bitch? Can I fuck her?”

  “You want to fuck Courtney?” I ask in surprise.

  “Not really, but I want to fuck someone!”

  “I don’t give a shit what you do with her as long as she consents. I’m pretty sure the wedding’s off.”

  “Oh, did she come to her senses?”

  “Yeah, after she walked in on Hope sucking my cock and I told her that it wasn’t going to stop just because she and I had to get married. It’s for the best since I’m not sure I would’ve been able to get my cock up to make heirs with her even if my life depended on it.”

  “I’ll tell you what gets my cock hard, thinking about her and Hope having a chick fight. Naked. And then they kiss and make up. Ooh, that would be hot as fuck.”

  “Good luck with that.”

  “So what’s the plan tonight? How are you gonna fuck her?” he asks.

  Before I can answer, Hope walks out of the bathroom in head-to-toe black patent leather. The only thing missing are the high heels, but we can make do without them.

  “Hot fucking damn!” Heath exclaims. “No wonder King Cu-Kong fucked you that night.”

  “How’d you know I fucked her?” I ask him. Yeah, I’d mentioned her to him but not the details.

  “Who wouldn’t fuck her in that outfit?” he counters.

  “Touché,” I reply since it’s the truth. I’m damn lucky I ended up alone in that room with her that night.

  “So are you two just gonna stare at me all night or are you going to fuck me?” she asks, sliding the zipper down to show more of the teasing swells of her breasts.

  “Come lie down on the bed,” I urge her, pulling my shirt off and undoing my pants.

  The fact that I’m not uncomfortable being naked in front of another naked man should concern me. The fact that I actually want him to give me more orgasms should bother me. But the only thing I’m worried about is how to come right out and ask for what I want. How ironic would it be for me to become venom addicted while trying to wean Hope off the shit?

  Trying to beat back the memory of the sensation he can give and failing, I climb up on the center of the bed, hovering over Hope as I pull her zipper down farther. I take my time as I head south, licking and sucking on her neck and breasts, placing kisses down her stomach until I get to her pussy.

  Keeping her outfit on, I snake my tongue across her flesh, changing up my routine to keep her squirming. A little side to side, a few swirls and flicks before sucking on her clit. She comes with a scream of my name as her body convulses, intensifying my own need. But I don’t stop. I owe her several more orgasms for all the ones she’s given to me without getting anything in return.

  I look up when I see Heath move closer to her, staring down at her exposed breasts. Both of his greedy hands are filled a second later before he brings his mouth down on her neck. I watch, pausing in my ministrations when he moves lower and bites her breast.

  Hope cries out, her back arching before she writhes like it’s the most incredible orgasm of her life. At that moment I’m not jealous that he’s biting her, making her feel so good. I’m jealous because I want that euphoria.

  I know one way to come real fucking close to it. I take the outfit off of her and mount up between Hope’s spread thighs, sinking my cock into her soaking wet heat. While I’m pounding my hips into her, her hand wraps around Heath’s cock, stroking him.

  Again there’s more arousal than jealousy coursing through me. My alpha blood should have me enraged at the thought of sharing a mate. But I’m not.

  “Let her suck me,” Heath groans. “Her mouth is so. Fucking. Close."

  “Bite me,” I reply without hesitation.

  “Deal.”

  Moving forward, he kneels beside her head and in the blink of an eye, Ho
pe’s mouth is covering his long length. My cock inside of her swells in envy as I start fucking her harder until her moans grow loud around him. Heath’s not gentle with her. In fact, he looks a little feral with the force of his hips as his grunts and curses get faster and louder.

  Removing her hand from his balls, he bites her quickly again, making her tighten around my cock. I give a shout at the pleasurable feeling, but it’s nothing compared to when Heath bites the shit out of my arm and I come like a fucking freight train inside of her. When the last of the shudders subside, I hear his string of curses signaling his own release.

  “Ah, fuck, that was good,” I mutter, climbing off of Hope to fall to my back on the mattress. Heath quickly takes my place. I watch as his hand goes between her legs while his tongue plunges into her mouth. I can’t tell how many fingers he has inside of her. Hell, it might be his whole hand because he is fucking her hard enough to move her up the bed. He pulls his mouth away and her moans indicate she’s getting off again.

  “Fuck me,” she groans when he removes his hand. “Both of you fuck me!”

  Heath looks at me, waiting since I gave an alpha command that he can’t screw her without my permission.

  “Yes,” I say.

  “Ha! You owe me two grand,” he gloats. The words barely leave his mouth before he’s flipping Hope face down on top of me and her lips are on mine. Her pussy slams down on my cock like she can’t get on it fast enough and then she’s riding the fuck out of me.

  “Umm, God yes!” she exclaims when I feel Heath’s weight bear down on us both.

  “Ah fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he punctuates each thrust that I feel when his cock brushes against the thin layer inside of her that separates us as his balls slap my own. It’s not exactly unpleasant. Not as frantic as Hope is fucking me, her titties close enough to my face for me to suck, with the heavy weight on his body pressing her down on me. It’s a goddamn incredible feeling. Best sex I’ve ever had when her pussy squeezes and milks every last drop of cum from my cock.

  “God. Damn. Mother. Fuck,” Heath growls and I feel his shaking release before he collapses on top of her back, their combined weight pressing me into the bed.