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Vampire Seduction

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by JT Schultz


  Smiling over her sauciness, he pressed himself against her wet folds, then slowly pressed into her. A loud groan escaped him when her wet walls engulfed his erection in a snug hold. He worried a bit that his cock had her stretched too much.

  She shifted her hips and wrapped her legs around his waist. “Are you going to stand there buried in me, vampire, or are you actually going to use your dick for what it was designed for?”

  Stunned at the mouth on her, he should have known her sassy demeanor would transfer over into the bedroom, or for all intents and purposes, the bathroom. He withdrew almost completely, and she whimpered slightly. Lance eased himself into her wet pussy again, and she moaned. A devil’s grin crossed her face, and she laced her arms around his neck and drew his head close to hers in a heated embrace. Her velvety smooth tongue snaked across his lip, and desire consumed him. He captured her mouth with his own before he pressed his tongue between her lips

  Lance worked in and out of her in a slow, steady rhythm while the gentle exploration of each other’s mouths intensified the moment. Never could Lance remember being this aroused in his life. Maybe the reason had to do with how deeply he felt about Anya, whether she was aware or not.

  Her back arched, and she wailed against his tongue. Lance continued pumping. Her shoulders started to tremble, and he lifted his head. A loud moan filled the air as her tight pussy squeezed his cock and pulsed around him. “God! Lance!” Her breath became shallow, and she struggled to inhale.

  He held still and sank a fang into his gum to prevent himself from coming. Again he thrust hard into her, wanting to get deeper. Despite how he enjoyed pumping her divine pussy, he couldn’t hold back, and he thrust one final time. His feral groan ripped through the air as his release squirted into her in thick, heavy pulses. Again, she shook, and she gasped while her walls again tightened around him, drawing out all of his release.

  Never in his life had an orgasm weakened him. His leg muscles burned, and adrenaline shot through his veins.

  Anya ran a shaking hand through his long hair, then stretched up and kissed his forehead. “Maybe we should slip into the shower before the hot water runs out.”

  He grinned wickedly. “The water is done by electricity, bottomless, no chance of running out, which is good thing since I didn’t imagine taking so long to get you in there with me. Let’s pick this up under the warm water.”

  “This isn’t over?” Her voice echoed in a whispered rasp.

  “Not by a long shot.”

  Anya lathered the soap over Lance while he kissed and caressed her lush frame. This morning had not turned out anything like he thought it would or could have imagined past his wet dreams and erotic thoughts. True, he had fantasized about the things he longed do to her. Sometimes, while in the throes of passion with another woman, he would imagine his willing partner the woman who now shared his shower. Only the women didn’t mean anything and never lasted past noon the following day. To have his lust become a reality now made his cock stir in spite of his release only moments earlier.

  His dick started to stiffen again, and he knew they would be lucky to get out of the shower before he was ready for round two. Anya slicked her hand over Lance’s cock with the soapy water, and the need to claim her seared his soul. “Anya . . .”

  He barely recognized his voice and debated if words would ever start to describe what he felt in his heart for the lovely brunette.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?” She continued stroking his length, and his dick grew hard in her hand.

  “I’m just amazed how the morning has gone. I dreamed of you in my arms, but I’m still slightly in awe over the fact you are with me now.”

  She nodded once and slipped around him, closer to the spray. He stepped toward her while he worked his gaze over her and allowed the water to rinse the soap off his body and his now fully erect dick.

  “I’m glad to be here, Lance, and despite everything I don’t regret it.” She again stepped around him and worked closer to the shower door. He captured her wrist in his hold, and she pivoted and stared at him with hesitation.

  “I believe I told you we would resume our escapade from the counter.”

  A mischievous smile worked across her face, and she stepped closer to him. Her attention dipped to his hardened length, and again her dark eyes met his as she slipped to her knees. “As you wish.”

  “Anya . . .” Her name died on his tongue when her soft hand wrapped around him and gently stroked. She lowered her mouth down over the head and sucked, and he gasped. He laced his fingers through her hair, and he moaned when her tongue teased his head. She taunted with her hot mouth and tongue while she hummed slightly. The sound vibrated through his length, down his back, and straight to his sac. He almost squirted in her mouth, but held off as she increased the speed of her hand’s motion and the rhythm of her tongue and mouth. A small whimper left her and again resounded against his cock.

  His sac ached, and again he wanted to release, but not like this. As if she heard his thoughts, Anya’s lips clamped tight around his cock and her grip tightened. He couldn’t hold back, and he rocked his hips, making love to her mouth. He stiffened and rammed his cock all the way in, and his release spurted into her mouth. She sucked in her cheeks and milked every drop out of him, her slender throat moving as she swallowed everything down.

  Her mouth came off his cock, and she lifted her head to meet his gaze. He helped her to a standing position and she wiped the corners of her mouth with a delicate finger. She then dragged her tongue across the tips, licking whatever semen she had missed.

  “Anya—”

  The fact his body drained of energy didn’t matter. He didn’t want their time to end just yet. This morning had been hotter than hell, and even now, as she teased his lips with soft kisses, he wanted her again. She had officially become an addiction. Lance wondered if one morning with her would really be enough. He knew the answer to his question.

  No way in hell, but how could he convince her to stay? Maybe after this time, he had found the one.

  But do I dare risking her life for my own?

  Chapter Three

  Anya savored the feel of the heavy robe against her skin as Lance scooped her under the knees and carried her to the bed. He eased her down on his lush bed, and she darted her eyes around the room. The heavy cherry-stained oak antiques matched in every way, and the rich tapestries not only emanated elegance, but also pure manliness. Typical Lance, he never did anything halfway.

  Desire sparked in his eyes. He stood, naked, glorious and solid, in front of her before he joined her on the bed and stretched out next to her. “So beautiful.” His voice came out in a mere whisper, and his hand gently brushed a wet strand of hair from her face. “You’re incredible, and what you did to me in the shower . . .” His voice trailed, and a strange expression crossed his face.

  His lips came down against her mouth lightly, then trailed over her chin to her neck. He untied the belt of the robe, then quickly brushed the sides apart. The cool air of the room chilled her slightly, but it soon warmed when Lance’s solid frame rolled on top of her. His hungry mouth and tongue teased her skin in hot kisses and teasing licks. He shifted his weight, glanced up at her, then lowered his head between her legs.

  The man was divine, and while his hands ran over her skin, his tongue gently teased the lips of her pussy. God, how she loved him. Nothing, not ever, would ever equal today, except another day with him. His tongue laved, and the familiar touch of his finger slipping inside her sent her hips to buck. Lance continued licking and teasing her, then gently flicked the tip of his tongue across her clit. She dug her fingers into the heavy feather comforter, and her body flamed. He fell into a steady rhythm with his tongue and finger, and desire coiled in her. A second finger joined the first, and the rapid licking increased in speed. The muscles of her stomach grew taut, and she couldn’t get enough of him. She arched her back and rocked her hips, then gently pressed herself against his pleasing mouth
. The thrust of his fingers picked up and pushed in deeper. The invisible band around her broke, and her pussy pulsed. The climax shook her, and Lance’s mouth clamped around her and his tongue replaced his fingers inside.

  “Oh my God!” The three small words paled and became highly understated as her body convulsed. Every nerve, down to the roots of her hair, heightened and became extra sensitive. Her body hummed, and all breath became impossible.

  Lance’s mouth and tongue left her. She longed for them, but instead, the thick head of his cock pressed at her entrance and thrust inside her. Again she trembled, and her mouth parted in a wail. Firm lips covered her mouth, and his tongue entered in exploration.

  Despite already ejaculating twice, Lance rocked gently inside her. Her walls stroked his cock, and again the pressure tightened in her stomach. How many times could the man come? More so, how many times did he plan to make her climax? Then again, he was more than a man—he was vampire. Apparently, all myth and lore about the fangy creatures’ sexual stamina held to be true.

  Her tongue entwined with his, and her hips bucked with his thrusts. His hand wrapped around her hip, and every stroke of his dick brought him almost completely out then back in deeper than before. The tight band around her belly uncoiled itself, and her walls clamped the thick cock in her pussy. A fierce orgasm sent her into shivers and trembles, but Lance didn’t slow, and with a hard thrust he buried into her and groaned against her tongue. His hold on her hips tightened further, and his hot seed pulsed into her in thick spurts. The splash hit her walls, and she climaxed again.

  He withdrew from inside her and eased down next to her. “You’re amazing, angel,” he whispered and gently kissed her cheek.

  She curled against him, and she laid her head on his shoulder near his chest.

  “Better than a dream.”

  A warm chuckle tickled her ear.

  “Speaking of dreams, how did your morning rate compared to yours?”

  Anya continued to struggle to take in a full breath of air as her body relaxed. “This was way better and way more satisfying.” Yawning, she lifted a hand and covered her mouth. “Only my dreams don’t leave me quite this tired.” She closed her eyes, and she wondered how she could stay in his arms and his bed. Thoughts of her family filtered into her head, and a heavy weight settled on her chest at the issues her parents would have since they seemed to be picking possible husband candidates.

  There has to be a way.

  No matter what her parents or Cade said, with Lance was where she belonged. Now she just needed to convince her family and the hunky vampire of that. Either way she looked at the situation, she knew in her heart convincing people wasn’t going to be an easy task.

  * * * *

  Lance woke to Anya stroking his chest. His gaze met her chocolate brown eyes, and he immediately smiled. Out of all the women who had shared his bed over the years, having the sexy and lovely Anya Vermont was an erotic dream come true. Even now, his cock stirred from her round breasts against his chest, and her feathery caress.

  “What? Is something the matter?” Her voice came out only a notch above a whisper, and he reached for her hand and lifted her fingers to his kiss.

  “I was thinking that you’re incredible and I don’t want this to be the only time you share my bed.” His words only scratched the surface of what he desired. Worry worked over him, and her brows dipped, revealing her concern.

  “What’s wrong?” She tilted her head to the side. “You look like something is bothering you.”

  “Nothing, just exhausted.” A partial lie with an ounce of truth.

  She nodded her head, then gently shifted to dust his mouth with a sweet kiss. “Just relax and get some sleep. I’ll be fine.”

  He wished he could assure her he would be fine as well. Only, sadly, she didn’t know of his condition. Never should he have put his body through such strain, but again, he held no regret. Making love to Anya had been worth every ounce of fatigue he now endured. “I know you’ll be okay. Especially if you keep that cute ass of yours out of Warder’s Woods.”

  “My brother’s note held worry, and I tried to hurry and get here before the sun set, but . . .”

  “Please take more care. I don’t think I or your family could handle it if something happened to you.” He gently stroked her still partially wet ringlets, and he almost wished the lovely lady had come into his life a hundred years earlier. But she didn’t, and now . . .

  “I promise you, I will be more careful. Get some rest, and I will see if Monty or Suez is around to get me something to eat.”

  “I had told them to ensure breakfast for you fit for a queen, but I don’t think they were counting on you to be so late in coming down.”

  She shrugged, then again dusted a kiss across his lips. “I’d be happy with coffee.”

  “And I’m happy with you.” He closed his eyes, and the fatigue again started to catch up to him. The bed moved, and he already missed Anya’s soft curves next to him. He longed to have her again by his side, but she undoubtedly had become hungry. If only his situation were different, he would never let her go. In the end, however, he knew there were no other options.

  * * * *

  Anya glanced to the sleeping Lance from the threshold of his bedroom, then slipped through the door and closed the heavy oak quietly. Over the years, she had stopped being a guest, and though her sexy host insisted his staff treat her like royalty, she hadn’t ever felt like a guest in his extravagant home.

  She walked into the kitchen and discovered Monty, Lance’s aged vampire butler, having a coffee and reading the morning newspaper. The older man smiled and revealed his pointy teeth. “Well, good morning, Miss Vermont. I trust you slept well?”

  Her cheeks stung mildly, and she wondered if he knew how she had spent her morning. “I did, thank you. I also noticed my clothes cleaned and folded. I appreciate that.”

  “Thank Suez. She just ran to the market, but wanted to make sure there was plenty to eat for you and the master.”

  A variety of food adorned the breakfast bar. He eyed her carefully, then placed the paper down. “I must say you look more radiant this morning than I have ever seen you.” He paused a second and sighed heavily. “Forgive me for overstepping my boundaries, Miss Vermont, but since I have known you since you were a child, I feel the need to say something.”

  “Oh dear, is this a lecture on sharing your master’s bed?” Her stomach fluttered, and she suddenly became not only a bit embarrassed, but also resembled a scolded child.

  “Quite the contrary. I think it’s about fine time. I may be old, but I can see how you two feel about each other and have for some time.” He gently squeezed her hand. “Things often take unusual turns, but instead of being afraid, we need to search for the meaning and the reasons as to why we have ended up in the situations.”

  “Usually I am a wolf magnet and need my brother or Lance to rescue me.”

  “You were lucky last night. Then again, I believe having you face such danger made my master face a few things. Like how deeply his feelings for you run.”

  A heavy sigh raised, then dropped her shoulders. “I’d share Lance’s bed every night if he’d let me.”

  Monty nodded. “Could you spend the rest of your life with no one except—” The sound of the door chime echoed through the house “Stay here. I’ll be back, and we can finish this chat.”

  Anya sat in the kitchen and eyed a croissant. As usual, the buffet was over the top. A smile tugged at her lips.

  “Thank God, Monty, you’re awake! Lance wouldn’t be up yet, would he?”

  Oh hell. My brother.

  Anya scooted out of the kitchen and walked down the hall to where Monty’s tall, slender frame stood.

  “Cade. What’s wrong?” Monty blinked against the sunlight, but he and Lance had overcome any adverse reactions to the sun centuries ago. Cade, being a convert to vampirism, suffered no ill effects except eye sensitivity, easily remedied by sunglasses. “Come in. T
he master isn’t up yet.”

  “Is everything okay?” Concern echoed in her brother’s words.

  “It’s been an interesting morning, sir.”

  “I bet.” He chuckled. “I can only imagine what Lance brought home last night.” His smile faded, and worry marked his face. “I’m here because I had some business to attend for my father, and I left a note for Anya to check on Lance.”

  Oh dear, I am so busted.

  So far, her brother hadn’t noticed her.

  His brows furrowed, and his forehead wrinkled. “She didn’t come home last night, and my parents are having a fit.” He shook his head and slammed his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. “She is notorious for cutting through the woods, and we both know there are lots of creatures that would love a chance at a girl like Anya.”

  Hell. Hell. Hell. Poor Monty does not want to be the messenger for this one.

  Monty nodded, then chuckled. “Anya’s fine and—”

  It was now or never. She officially was going to hell, her only hope that the trip would be in a designer handbag. “Hi, Cade, what are you doing here?”

  Her brother lowered his sunglasses and peered around Monty. “Anya?”

  As if on cue, she came up next to Monty. “Is everything okay?”

  Cade took off his sunglasses. His features fell as he eyed her face then dipped his attention over the robe—Lance’s robe—she still wore. “What are you doing in Lance’s robe?”

  “My clothes were wet last night and—”

  “Oh my God! You and Lance . . .”

  How the hell does he know? Or is he just guessing?

  “Cade, relax! I got your note and thought I’d come and check on Lance, just like you asked. Only it was late, and so I decided, since it wasn’t quite dark, I would cut through the forest.”

  He narrowed his gaze. “Tell me you didn’t walk in Warder’s Woods.”

  “Okay, I won’t. There is no other forest between here and our house, so I’ll let you think whatever. Anyway, I ran into a pack of werewolves, and Lance rescued me. Then this morning things took on an interesting twist, and that’s how I ended up in his robe. I obviously couldn’t come down in just one of his T-shirts.”

 

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