A Vampire's Wicked Hunger: An Edgy Paranormal Urban Fantasy Romance featuring Sexy Vampires, Werewolves, Wicked Witches and Shapeshifters (Love on the Edge Book 4)

by Chloe Adler

  Without waiting for a response, she turned and left.

  “What the hell was that?” Jared asked, leaning over the bar. Tiyah and Elijah looked between us, not speaking.

  “That's my dad's new girlfriend. I really hope I just caught her at a bad time.”

  “Or maybe it won't last?” said Elijah.

  “One can hope,” I agreed.

  “Why'd your dad bring her here?” asked Jared.

  “No idea.”

  Chapter Eight

  I'd been lost in thought after meeting my dad's new squeeze. I wanted so much to please him. Surely I could give this woman and her daughter a chance.

  Dad had picked Mom, after all. And though she'd always been kind to me, I'd never truly respected her for not pursuing her own dreams and always letting him push her around. She had to put up with his moods, she'd told me once, because he supported her financially. I'd vowed never to put myself in a position like that. Maybe this new woman was good for him. She'd keep him in line. Challenge him.

  “Hey, gorgeous. You're thinking too much,” Elijah said into my ear.

  “Sorry.” I waved my hand around my face. “Wanna take my mind off of it?”

  “We're ready when you are,” he said and Tiyah leaned over to smile at me.

  A good scene was always the perfect distraction. “Meet me in the blue room in seven minutes.”

  “Which one's that?” asked Tiyah.

  “You'll figure it out.” I threw the rest of my drink back and left the bar.

  Seven minutes later on the nose, they entered the room with wide eyes, their heads swiveling like tops. I stood at the foot of the bed, gauging their reactions, waiting and imagining it all from their perspectives. A brushed-steel bed frame was pushed against the wall opposite the door, leather cuffs on all four corners. The mattress was permanently covered in black vinyl and bare. The side tables contained antiseptic spray and cloths to wipe it all down, as well as a jar of condoms and other assorted disposable options. At the foot of the bed I'd placed my small trunk of travel implements. And of course there was the cross.

  “Oh wow,” said Tiyah.

  “Changing your mind?” Elijah asked.

  “Not at all.” She set her jaw and proceeded forward.

  “Stop.” I said and she did, looking between me and her husband.

  “Stand here and do not move from that spot. Elijah and I have some things to discuss.” I walked out of the room with the man trailing me.

  In the hallway I leaned close to him. “I want to make sure you're okay with all of this. I know she is.”

  “More than okay.” His voice caught, but he looked down at his own crotch. Anyone looking could see he was telling the truth, physically. But emotionally, I wasn't so sure.

  “Nice package you're sporting there.”

  He beamed, then bit his bottom lip, looking worried.

  “Elijah, it's okay if you don't want to go through with this.”

  “No, no, I do. I'll do anything to make her happy.”

  “What about your happiness?”

  “Look, Burgundy,” he met my eyes, “it's important to me that I try. Maybe I'll hate it and then we'll deal with that. But maybe I'll love it too. Doing things for your partner is part of a good marriage.”

  That's why Dad was asking me to tone it down for Margery. I pushed the unwelcome thought away. “Okay, I'm going to take the lead, obviously. But I will ask you to do certain things so you can get a feel for it all. And if anything makes you uncomfortable . . .”

  “Yes?”

  “Let's come up with a safe word for you too.”

  He nodded. “Banana.” He raised his eyebrows and looked down at the one between his legs.

  Stifling a snort, I walked back into the room with him trailing behind me. Tiyah had not moved. Good girl.

  “Strip for us,” I told her.

  Elijah licked his lips. I pointed to a metal chair and he took a seat.

  She started pulling at her clothes, but I held a hand up. “Stop.”

  She did.

  “Slowly, like we practiced.” My voice was soft and encouraging.

  She nodded and began to gyrate her hips, running her hands up and down her body.

  “Touch your tits,” I commanded and she immediately cupped her lovely breasts through her suede bodice, pushing them up so the edges of her dark areolas appeared. “Pinch your nipples. Tease them so we can see.”

  Between her thumb and forefinger, she rolled her nipples out, twisting them to attention. I wanted to see how hard she played with herself so I would know how hard to push her. The pinching was rough and she quickly grew flushed, her lids dropping, her breath coming faster.

  “Pull your tits out of your top.”

  She pulled out one and then the other so they spilled over the edge of her tight bustier. Elijah groaned as he rubbed himself over his jeans, his eyes flitting to mine. I gave him a curt nod.

  “Pinch one of your nipples and pull up your skirt so we can see your pussy.” My breath hitched as she lifted the hem slowly, exposing the closely shaved crop of dark hair below, not even long enough to curl. I wanted to see more.

  “Spread your lips open and touch yourself there.”

  Complying, she brought her other hand down, took a wider stance and spread open her gorgeous lips. It was difficult not to drop to my knees in front of her for a taste, the dark pink flesh beckoning like a beacon. We both watched as she circled her clit and then pinched it as she had her nipples. Good.

  “Rub yourself.”

  Tiyah complied with my demands and I resisted the urge to touch myself. Barely.

  “Strip everything off,” I growled, “and get on all fours on the bed with your ass in the air.”

  She looked surprised as she quickly removed her clothing and climbed onto the bed. If only I could stop the clock to admire her beauty. I'd seen her strip before, but the parts that had been covered before stood at attention now. Dark, pert nipples and the smallest patch of closely cropped dark hair. Her husband watched me watching her, his eyes glittering in the soft light, imagining what his stunning bride looked like through my eyes, no doubt.

  I tore my gaze from her to pull my riding crop from my trunk. It was the easiest implement for newbies to use and I motioned for Elijah to join me. We stood behind her as I showed him how to spank, encouraging him to mimic my movements with an open palm.

  We didn't speak so as not to break the scene.

  Slap.

  I gently rubbed Tiyah's smarting skin, then pointed at him to do the same. We took turns smacking and stroking her luscious ass until she was warmed up. I curved my hand under to feel her pussy. It was warm, wet and throbbing. I grabbed Elijah's hand and put it between her legs so he could see how turned on she was. Then I motioned for him to stick two fingers inside of her. When he started to pump her canal, I slapped her ass with the riding crop. She bucked forward and yelped but I pulled her back by her hip.

  “Don't move. Call out your safe word if it's too much, okay?”

  “Yes.” Her voice was low and garbled.

  I removed Elijah's fingers and put them in my mouth to suck, tasting her for the first time and almost passing out at how utterly delicious she was. So sweet. He groaned, pushing his fingers in deeper. I bit him and he yanked his hand out quickly to my disapproving head shake.

  Tiyah looked behind her and I whacked her ass again, hard. Harder than I had before. She cried out and faced forward, lowering her head.

  “Good girl,” I cooed, running the riding crop between her butt cheeks and down, further, against her swollen clit. She wriggled her ass against it and I removed it to hit her again, then rubbed the welt that was forming.

  “Get up,” I said and she did, moving her hand to rub her ass.

  The St. Andrew's cross stood upright, mounted to the wall. “Go to the cross and press your back against it.” When she'd situated herself, I showed her husband how to secure the buckles around her wrists and ankles. Th
en I had him stand aside to watch as I ran my hands up her body, lightly tickling her heated skin. She watched through heavy lids, licking her lips, her eyes darting between us. I grabbed her tits and squeezed, sucking on a nipple and pulling it into my mouth.

  Elijah watched us intently, his eyes swiveling between us like he was taking mental notes. But he was also biting his lip again.

  I jerked my head in invitation. I didn't want to speak and break the scene.

  He came close again and ran his hands greedily over her body, staring up into those magnificent eyes. I slapped her inner thigh, one eye on her reaction and another on his, and then motioned for him to take over.

  When she yelped, he stopped abruptly and I shook my head at him. I showed him how to alternately slap her tits, rub her heated flesh and then bite and pinch her nipples. As he grew more confident, I slapped and he rubbed before we alternated. His hits were far too tame. Grabbing a blindfold from my trunk of tricks, I fastened it around her eyes, then whispered directions to him.

  Within minutes, she was writhing and he was performing like a pro, but that look of utter concentration and worry still creased his face. So I took one of his hands and placed it between his wife's legs with my own. She was drenched even more and I trained my gaze on his, watching his eyes widen before he buried his face there, wrapping his hands around her hips, breathing her in.

  She moaned, jutting her hips forward, and I placed a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at me with a glassy, half-lidded smile and I crouched beside him.

  “Can I eat her or do you want to?” I whispered.

  Elijah looked up at her face, then back at me, his eyes lingering on my lips before he nodded. Letting go of her he pointed at me and stood.

  “I'm gonna lick your woman's clit now,” I enunciated for her sake.

  “Yes, please,” he rasped.

  I dropped to my knees, taking her. Sweet. She tasted the same way she smelled, like sunshine and just-plucked peaches ripe from the tree.

  Tiyah moaned, pitching forward. Luckily, the straps held her up as her knees buckled. There was no doubt that I was an expert at cunnilingus. I was probably spoiling her.

  Pressing my face into her groin, I breathed in her warm scent again, flicking my tongue lightly over her bud.

  “Harder,” she cried out and I stopped, picked up the riding crop and swatted her inner thigh. “Ouch.”

  I ran my hands up and down the tender flesh, following with nips from my sharp fangs. Chancing a look at Elijah, he had one hand on her slight frame and the other rubbing himself, watching me intently.

  “Elijah, grab a dildo but first cover it with a condom,” I commanded, running my tongue up her crease. A moment later, I held out a palm and he complied, placing one of my larger dildos on it, wearing its raincoat.

  Tiyah's mouth widened, those lovely lips plumping under her tongue.

  “Are you ready for penetration?” I asked her.

  “Yes,” she rasped.

  I ran the dildo hypnotically over her body, zigzagging from one breast to the other, across her stomach and down to her heat. Playing with her clit with one hand, I plunged the vinyl cock into her.

  “Yes,” she cried as I pumped and played.

  I motioned for Elijah to crouch next to me. “If you want to pull out your cock and join in the fun,” I licked my lips, “I'd like that.”

  His eyes darted back up to his wife's face and then back to me. Head bouncing on his muscular shoulders, the low light cast his blond curls in dark shadow. Eagerly he pulled out his cock, commanding my stare. It was magnificent. Thick and long. I had to bite my lip to refrain from falling on it but my eyes met his lidded ones. He looked between my lips and his cock but we hadn't agreed on that with Tiyah. I gave him a quick shake of my head, shooting my glance back up to her face, and then returned my focus to her pleasure.

  He stood up and pressed his hardness against her, running his hands over her body and practicing his open-hand slaps. Every time he hit her she moaned, urging him on. I alternated pumping her with the fuck toy and licking her, bringing her right to the edge before stopping.

  “Please,” she begged.

  “If you don't shut the fuck up, I'm going to gag you too. Understood?”

  “Yes.” Her voice was barely audible.

  “Yes what?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Good girl. Elijah, your turn.” I motioned for him and he crouched next to me again, putting his hand on top of mine. His hard cock hit my leg and he leaned forward as though he was going to kiss me but I shook my head. I wanted to grab him but refrained, moving back to the toy chest for my flogger.

  While he sucked, licked, fingered and pumped her, I ran the thin leather fringe over her body, pausing to take her mouth and squeeze her nipples.

  Her breath came quicker, shallower. She was close.

  “Stop fucking her,” I called to him and he did.

  She whimpered but, as instructed, she didn't say a word.

  I whipped her tits with the flogger, expertly crossing one side of her body and then the other as Elijah watched, his cock in his hand.

  “I want you to come all over her,” I said to him and kept whipping her while he squeezed and pumped himself.

  “I want to watch. I want to see you two together,” she groaned.

  “Shush,” I slapped her face, hard, but I pulled off her blindfold.

  Biting her lip as those deep eyes held mine, she mouthed, “Sorry, Mistress”.

  Sucking her mouth into mine, I whipped her harder as she thrashed in pleasure. When I pulled away, her eyes were locked on her lover's cock. He was close, standing wider, head back, breaths shallow.

  When he spurted over her stomach, she bucked and strained, opening and closing her mouth as though trying to taste him.

  “Now we make her come,” I said and he dropped back down to fuck her hard with the dildo, licking and sucking.

  I cupped her tits again, pinching the nipples between my fingers and rolling them, then tugging. Her eyes widened, her breathing rapid, her body rigid. I covered her mouth with mine, tangling our tongues and sucking on hers, pinching those hard nipples.

  It took only seconds to make her come this way with both of us pleasing her, and when she did, her entire body rocked and undulated. Her scream rang through my mouth as she shivered, pitching and moaning with the orgasm. I broke the kiss and Elijah held her thighs open so we could both watch her waves of ecstasy.

  “Taste her come,” he whispered to me, “it's divine.” I needed no more encouragement and latched on, drinking down her nectar. He was right, the woman was the most delicious thing I'd ever tasted.

  Her orgasm was long as I teased out wave after wave with my own mouth, and when she was spent, she sagged on the cross, her lids closed. I jutted my chin toward her ankles and began unbuckling her wrists but her eyes flew open.

  “No, not yet,” she said.

  “What?” She needed aftercare.

  “I love being tied up like this, and I want Elijah to make you come while I watch.”

  We exchanged glances and he nodded at me.

  I was wound up tight, having soaked myself over the exchange. I strolled over to the bed and lay down, facing her, and spread my legs so she could watch while her man pleased another woman.

  Back at the bar, sipping my last nightcap of the evening, I was successfully avoiding Jared's incessant questioning.

  “A lady never eats and tells,” I admonished after his third ask.

  “Really? Since when?”

  “Don't you have drinks to serve?” I cradled my own in my hands, lazily spinning around to see who was on stage. But there at the end of the bar was Elijah, without his woman. He looked distraught, his head resting in his hands on the bar top.

  I made my way over to him, touching him lightly on his shoulder. He jerked up. His eyes were bloodshot like he'd been crying.

  “What's wrong?” A sudden surge of protectiveness washed over me. “Do I nee
d to punch someone for you?”

  He managed a wan smile, shaking his head.

  “Did you and Tiyah have a fight?”

  “Something like that,” he admitted.

  “Jealousy issues?” In my experience, that's what happened when a couple brought a third into their bedroom. Fantasy was always better than reality.

  He eyed me warily, then took a swig of his drink. “Sit down.” He motioned to the stool next to him and I took it, leaning close enough for the alcohol on his breath to burn my eyes. “I'm so conflicted.”

  “About?”

  “That was just about the hottest thing that's ever happened to me. During the . . . scene, I was loving it. I even entertained thoughts about doing it again and again.”

  I leaned closer, placing a hand on his shoulder. “But?”

  “I'm a man, Burgundy. It's my job to protect my woman, not beat her up and whore her out.” He brought his glass up, tilting his head back to down the last of it in a considerable gulp.

  “Hey,” I rubbed his upper back, “I know this is difficult, and if you can't do it or don't want to, you don't have to. But here's my 'but.' ” I flashed my fangs when he glanced at my face. “Your woman wants this; she's the one who asked for it. So that makes you a proper Dom, a proper alpha male, to be man enough to deliver.”

  He clenched his jaw, the muscle pulsing as he hailed Jared for a refill.

  “I encourage you to talk to your wife about this.”

  “I tried. She got pissed and went home. She told me to find another place to sleep tonight.”

  Oh crap. “I do not want to come between you two and I don't want to give you the wrong advice.”

  “I thought I knew her so fucking well. I thought she was happy with our relationship, with what we have. And now suddenly it's not enough. I'm not enough.”

  How I could relate to that. Too well. That's how I felt whenever I was with my father, especially now that his new woman seemed to pull his strings. But had I ever truly been enough, even before Margery?

  And what about Jared and Sadie? I wasn’t enough for them either. Jared, for sure, needed a man to fill his intimate desires but Alec filled his emotional ones now as well. Sadie had Ryder so she no longer needed me, emotionally or otherwise. No matter how much I tried, my friends left because whatever I gave them just wasn’t enough.