The Last Vampire- Complete series Box Set

by R. A. Steffan

  “Nothing important,” he said, as I stroked and kneaded the hard length.

  I wished now that I’d thought to tackle the whole ‘harness and strap-on’ thing first, so I could have ground it against his ass while I was teasing him. Of course, hindsight was always twenty-twenty, wasn’t it? Instead, I compromised by sliding my body a bit to one side so I could cup and squeeze one of those tempting, muscular globes with one hand while continuing to tease his cock with the other.

  I was rewarded with a low groan. “Blimey, love. Coming in my pants like a bloody teenager isn’t really how I’d pictured this evening’s festivities kicking off.”

  A low swirl of desire hit me as I settled further into my position of power over the night’s happenings. I stretched up until I could speak directly into the shell of his ear. “Ah, but here’s the thing. I don’t actually need you hard for me tonight. I can fuck you just as easily either way.” And then I bit down on his earlobe at the same time I reached out and tugged on the wisps of sexual energy swirling around us. Not enough to drain him—just enough to make him feel it.

  He stiffened and sucked in a tiny breath, despite not needing it for the oxygen content.

  Having mercy on him, I backed off before I actually did end up precipitating an embarrassing dry-cleaning bill. His clear eyes sought me out as I stepped away and turned my back on him, shimmying out of the off-the-shoulder sheath dress, but leaving on the black lingerie and the red heels.

  “So. Pegging,” I said. “You have done this before, right?” Because while I was one hundred percent on-board with the concept in general, I was going to be slightly less on board with it if neither of us knew what we were doing in practical terms.

  He snorted. “Told you early on in our acquaintance, love. Seven hundred years. Long stretches of boredom. There’s very little I haven’t done at this point.”

  “Good,” I told him, crossing to the bed. “In that case, come over here and help me get harnessed up. I refuse to start off the evening by putting it on backwards, or something equally embarrassing.”

  He didn’t so much walk toward me as prowl, and it was a struggle not to let the sight visibly affect me. More so, when he crowded into my personal space with his shirt hanging open and his dick pressing its outline against his trousers. Rather than touch me, though, he reached past me to retrieve the package from the bed and open it.

  “Right. Knickers off,” he said, setting it aside.

  I didn’t comment on the bossy tone—I’d asked him to help, after all. Besides, I was enjoying the way he went down on his knees, fingertips hooking in the lace of my panties and dragging them down my legs as he knelt. I also didn’t complain when he leaned forward to press a close-mouthed kiss to my mons, or when his fingers stroked along my lips to gauge my level of excitement.

  Spoiler alert—I was wet. Shocking, I know.

  It would be all too easy to grab him by the hair and pull his mouth to me, especially since I knew full well he’d be perfectly content to lick an orgasm or two out of me before we’d even gotten started properly. But I also didn’t want to end up a wrung-out mess this early in the game. I had other things to worry about tonight.

  “Focus,” I said, not sure which of us I was directing it toward.

  He hummed a noise of regret and removed the harness from its packaging. “If you insist. All right then—step into this for me.”

  I lifted first one foot and then the other into the loops of leather, careful not to hook them with my high heels. Rans slid the harness up the length of my legs and tightened a third strap around my waist, adjusting everything until it fit snugly. The silicone cock jutted out in front of me, and I could feel the hard cylinder of the tiny bullet vibe inside its specially designed pocket beneath the dildo’s base.

  When he was happy with the adjustments, Rans rummaged in the box and came up with a small control unit. With the press of a button, the vibrator hummed into life, buzzing just above my clit. I drew in a sharp breath at the unexpected sensation. It wasn’t quite hitting me in the right place... but I suspected that would change the moment I started grinding the silicone cock into someone else’s body.

  Fuck.

  I gestured imperiously for the remote control, not wanting to get too wrapped up in my own body’s reaction. Rans was still kneeling at my feet, and handed it over without complaint. I tried to ignore the little zings of sensation racing up and down my spine as I fumbled at the button until the vibrator quieted. He looked up at me from his position at eye level with a fake dick, waiting for my direction.

  Jesus. I had no doubt that if I told him to go down on the thing, he’d do it. And... yeah, okay, the idea was more than a little tempting. But once again, I was pretty sure that wasn’t what he needed from me tonight. I mean—I wasn’t really getting a ‘choking myself on this silicone dildo is totally what I want to be doing right now’ vibe from him at all.

  “You’ve still got too many clothes on, lover,” I said instead. “Take everything off for me.”

  He rose smoothly, staying well inside my personal space, and shrugged off the unbuttoned shirt. After toeing off his expensive black loafers, everything else followed quickly. I made a low noise of appreciation in the back of my throat once he was naked in front of me—sleek, broad-shouldered, lethal... and mine.

  He was all male, and I could feel the magnetic aura of confident sexuality that had reduced me to jelly on so many occasions in the bedroom. It wasn’t accurate to say he was testing me, exactly, but I could tell he was feeling me out, seeing how serious I was about taking and maintaining control. Keeping my chin up, I held eye contact, glad of the four-inch heels that brought me within a couple of inches of his height.

  With a light grip on his upper arm, I backed him around until he was standing with his shoulders leaning against one of the heavy posts at the corner of the bed. Then I nudged his feet apart with the toe of one red stiletto. “Hands behind you, and keep them there,” I ordered, gratified when he only raised an eyebrow and reached back, wrapping his fingers around the post with a loose grip.

  “Is this the part where I assure you that I’ll come quietly, Officer?” he teased.

  I reached for the small bottle of lube still lying in the bottom of the bag from Carnal Desires and popped the cap. “Come quietly? Not if I have anything to say about it,” I scoffed, and dropped to my knees.

  THIRTEEN

  RANS’ EYES DARKENED as I knelt in front of him, dribbling lube over the fingers of my right hand before setting the bottle safely aside. I hadn’t been kidding when I told him that shooting his load wouldn’t affect my ability to fuck him afterward. He’d been mostly joking anyway—the man’s stamina was preternatural.

  As, of course, was the rest of him.

  I took his jutting dick in my left hand and teased the head with my tongue. It twitched inside the circle of my fingers, only to give a second, harder jerk when the slick fingers of my right hand delved behind his balls, seeking. This much was familiar territory, at least. I circled his opening with a fingertip and pressed in, sliding my lips over his stiff length at the same time.

  One of our more unforgettable early encounters had taken place when he’d urged me to feed from his sexual energy during a forty-five minute marathon of fellatio and prostate stimulation—one that had culminated with the bastard unexpectedly passing out on me. If one ignored the part where I’d yelled and thrown pillows at him afterward for making me believe I’d killed him with sex, it had been quite a memorable night.

  It was one of the many benefits of having a vampire as a lover that anal play lacked any gross-out factor it might normally have possessed. I knew lots of people swore by it anyway, and that was totally cool—but it simplified things quite a bit when you didn’t have to worry about any germs or mess. As Rans had stated at the time—in his case, those pipes hadn’t been used for their intended purpose in centuries. Add to that the rather startling fact that vampires couldn’t harbor microbes of any kind, and... bo
om.

  No muss, no fuss—just really wild orgasms.

  I swallowed him down, letting my finger brush across his prostate occasionally as I stretched him open. And this part was already a bit different than our previous back-door adventures, since right now my goal was to get him ready for the strap-on. It didn’t take long until I was able to add a second finger, and eventually a third, pausing to dribble more lube over my hand at intervals.

  His head had fallen back against the post at some point in the proceedings, his eyes slipping closed even as tension coiled in his body. He was getting close. I pulled off his dick with a wet pop.

  “Look at me,” I ordered, and held his gaze unblinkingly when he did as I asked.

  I swallowed his length, watching him from under my eyelashes as I crooked the fingers buried inside him. A choked noise lodged in his throat as he jerked and came, flooding my mouth with coppery essence. His muscles clamped hard around my fingers as I stroked him through it, prolonging his orgasm.

  I gave him a final, slow suck and pulled off, making a show of licking my lips. It was entirely worth it for the faintly dazed look in his eyes.

  “God, I love watching you come,” I said, my voice a bit rough after having his cock down my throat.

  As I watched, he reassembled his cracked composure and blinked down at me. “I suppose it works out well, in that case, since I seem to do quite a lot of that when you’re around.”

  “Hey... I’m a succubus, baby,” I quipped, keeping things light. “What can I say? It’s in the blood.”

  Because I could, I crooked my fingers again, teasing his prostate. His head tipped back against the bedpost with a light thump, and he couldn’t quite suppress the tremor in his thigh muscles.

  “So, what do you think?” I asked. “Are you ready for me?”

  His head rolled forward again. “As tempting as it is to keep you down there for a bit longer, I daresay I’m sufficiently warmed up for purposes of buggery. Do your worst.”

  I stroked him for a few more moments anyway, letting a half-smile tug at the corner of my mouth as his dick twitched and started to rise again. “Hmm. Looks like you are warmed up, at that.”

  Reluctantly, I pulled away and gave his stiffening cock a slow lick along the underside before rising to my feet. With my high heels, we were nearly eye-to-eye. I stepped into his body, only to be momentarily thwarted by the presence of the fake dick strapped between my legs. After taking a second to rearrange things, I leaned against his chest and caught his lips with mine.

  He hummed appreciatively into the kiss, letting me take the lead. I only pulled back when the need for air grew too distracting, but one look at Rans’ face told me that I hadn’t yet managed to banish his circling thoughts. Which... wasn’t really a surprise. Guess that meant it was time to put my new purchase to the purpose for which it had been intended.

  “Turn around, lover. Legs apart, lean over, and hold onto the footboard. Oh, and remember your promise.”

  He reached forward, stealing another kiss and nipping my lower lip with teeth that were just a hair sharper than human. “I always remember my promises, love,” he said once he’d let my tender flesh slip free.

  I gave him enough space to position himself and stepped up behind him, my pulse racing with a combination of nerves and excitement. A tempting expanse of toned back muscles spread out before me. I didn’t fight the urge to run a possessive hand up the length of his spine, tracing the knobs of each vertebra with a lingering touch. Rans arched into the contact, catlike, which made the view even more appealing, if such a thing was even possible.

  As I’d hoped, my impractical shoes put me at the perfect height to line up the strap-on. At which point I ruined the moment by whispering, “Shit,” as something rather important occurred to me. Rans glanced over his shoulder and chuckled at me as I scrambled for the bottle of lube I’d abandoned on the floor and slicked up the dildo with a generous amount.

  “Forget something?” he asked mildly. “Not to worry—the anticipation’s half the fun, or so they say.”

  I got back in position and splayed one hand over his lower back, while using the other to guide the strap-on where I wanted it. “I dunno,” I said. “‘Half the fun’ sounds like too much. I’m pretty sure that means they’re doing it wrong.”

  The blunt head of the toy met resistance for a moment before pressing past it. Rans groaned. I judged it to be an, ‘Oh, wow, that’s a lot’ groan rather than a ‘mortal agony’ groan, so I nudged a little deeper before backing off a fraction and pushing in again. A series of slow, shallow thrusts worked me deeper inside his body, until I felt like I could let go of my grip on the dildo’s base in favor of letting my hips do the work.

  “Okay?” I asked, feeling the tension coiled beneath my hand on his back.

  “Never better.” The reply was a bit tight, but not pained.

  I gave my pelvis an experimental roll, and Rans twitched beneath me.

  “Wow. This is wild,” I said, watching the strap-on slide in and out as I moved. “It’s seriously kind of weird being on this end of the proceedings.”

  “It’ll come to you as you start to move.” His voice was still a bit strained around the edges. “If you were a full-blooded demon, you’d be able to swap out the plumbing at will, you realize.”

  That much was true, if kind of freaky to think about. “I’m good with keeping my lady parts, thanks,” I told him. Another twist of my pelvis drew a full-body shiver from him as I bottomed out. “Though... I suppose I can see the appeal,” I finished.

  Setting my sights on thorough and detailed experimentation regarding what worked best, I played with different depths and angles until I found the place that produced a soft, punched-out noise from the man I was fucking.

  “Found it?” I asked.

  “Found it,” Rans confirmed hoarsely. And, oh... now we were in business.

  There must have been something to Rans’ observation about my demon heritage having a natural instinct for this, because the awkwardness of the unknown faded quickly as I fell into a rhythm that seemed strangely familiar, even though I’d never done it before.

  The muscles of Rans’ arms corded and flexed as he braced himself against the frame of the bed—one hand on the footboard and one wrapped around the corner post. I wasn’t sure where the remote control for the vibrator nestled inside my harness was, but any added stimulation would probably have been too distracting right now anyway. The base of the dildo ground against my mons with each thrust, and that was just right for what I was doing.

  My right hand had migrated to Rans’ hip, while my left continued to stroke along the delicious curve of his back. Bracing some of my weight against his easy strength, I slid my fingers around his hip so I could reach his erection, which had already risen to full hardness again. Rather than teasing, my cunning plan was to push him hard and fast, taking advantage of the multiple male orgasms made possible by unrelenting prostate stimulation.

  This was new territory, in a way, because he hadn’t drunk any of my succubus blood with its ‘undead Viagra’ properties before we’d started. I also wasn’t going to be feeding from his animus—not beyond a bit of light nibbling, anyway. I was hoping these two facts would cancel each other out, allowing me to exhaust him into submission the old-fashioned, human way.

  I’d promised to turn his brain off without depleting his life-force, and I intended to do my best to deliver on that.

  It took a few moments to work out a rhythm between my hand fisting his dick and my hips thrusting into him—but when I did, I could feel his body undulate beneath mine, chasing the dual sensations.

  “That’s it,” I murmured as the heavy length in my hand thickened and pulsed. As I’d promised, I only toyed with the tempting curl of his animus—tugging and stroking it with my magic rather than drawing it fully into myself. “Come for me, lover. Don’t hold back; I want it all.”

  He grunted loudly this time as he spilled over my hand. I spared a thou
ght for the innocent cleaning crew who’d have to get vampire jizz stains out of the stateroom’s plush carpet at some point. But honestly, given what I’d seen of the party boys on this ship, they’d probably dealt with worse.

  Rans trembled as he came down from his second orgasm, his stomach muscles sucking in as his flesh grew oversensitive. I let his length slide free of the circle of my fingers, but I didn’t slow the grind of the strap-on against his prostate. The wood of the bed frame creaked under the force of his grip as he steadied himself.

  “We’re not done yet, you know,” I warned him. “In fact, we’re barely getting started.”

  “No need to stop... on my account,” he managed, and this time the strain in his voice was unmistakable.

  I snapped my hips forward sharply, then slowed to a steady roll and reached down a bit further to play with his balls. A strangled noise got caught in his throat, sending a jolt of something hot down to a place buried deep inside me.

  “Oh, don’t worry. I wasn’t planning on it,” I assured him.

  Another ten minutes or so of steady fucking had him coming a third time, a choked-off cry escaping his control as a few dribbles of fresh release pulsed from the tip of his cock. A few minutes after that, he came dry, shaking silently as his muscles started to protest the work of holding him upright.

  “Nuh-uh. No falling down on the job. Get on the bed,” I ordered, pulling out and herding him onto the plush mattress. “Lie on your back. I want to see your face while I’m reaming you.”

  He sprawled backward, and I took a moment to appreciate how debauched a fucked-out, naked vampire could look against black and gold silk brocade. Answer—very. But even now, I could tell he was playing the angles—his depthless eyes assessing what I wanted, arranging limbs to be just a bit more artfully sexual for my enjoyment.

  It made my chest ache. You’re beautiful whether you pose for me or not, hovered on the tip of my tongue. But I knew he wouldn’t understand what I was trying to tell him. Honestly, I wasn’t at all sure he even realized he was doing it in the first place. So instead, I kissed him—raw and filthy, tangling my fingers in his hair and using the grip to tilt his head for better access.