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“Useless things,” she replied with a giggle.
Between the throb of her nipples and the feel of his fingers gently parting her soft folds, Liz thought she might explode. Each brush of her clit set her closer to the edge. Her stomach clenched with anticipation. Excitement thrilled her system. Magic crept along her skin like a spreading wildfire. When she felt sure she could take no more, her fangs ran out.
Before she had time to think, Liz flipped him onto his back on the oversized bed. She sat astride him, enjoying the feel of his hard cock pressed against her clit. The nightdress fell off one shoulder, and her long, auburn hair fell around her shoulders. She guided him into her pussy and slowly dropped down the length of his shaft. She relished the way his dick parted her soft flesh and the pressure when he reached her inner limits.
Finding a comfortable pace, she glided up and down on his cock. The slippery nectar from her pussy dripped and drizzled with each movement. She added a little hip rocking motion, ensuring his cockhead hit all the sweet spots. The pleasure pushed everything out of her mind. The rhythm and the joy of his body inside hers became like a dance, and she lost herself in the moment.
The dance, the rhythm, and the waves of bliss rolling through her body sent her into a near trance-like state. She cupped her bare breast, giving the nipple a gentle squeeze that sent a tremor straight to her clit. Her other hand found the sensitive pearl of her clit. Rolling it under her fingers, every nerve in her body felt energized.
The clenching of her pussy shifted to a quivering in time with her riding his cock. His hands sliding up her thighs to hold her hips spurred her to increase the pace. She let go of the last barrier, allowing the lusts for blood and sex to mingle and merge. She felt his cock throb in her pussy as he came. Her orgasm tore through her like an avalanche, destroying the last shred of self-control.
A hot, wet gush of copper filled her mouth, but she did not slow her pace. A second orgasm rocked her body as she drank another mouthful of liquid life. The blood tasted even better than she remembered. Blood? Where did she get blood?
The sudden realization she was feeding helped draw her out of the frenzy. Sticky, sweet blood coated her lips and chin. It dripped down the front of her body. She sat up, not knowing when she had bent over and bit Mills’s neck.
“I’m so sorry. That’s never happened before,” she apologized. She glanced away, ashamed to look him in the eyes. She fought hard to hold back the tears.
Mills took her by the hands, pulling her down beside him. “It was the most incredible, natural thing I’ve ever seen. You hold your inner most desires in check so tightly, you don’t even know what you’re capable of. You’ve got a lot of potential, Liz. Let me explore it with you,” he said.
“I could have killed you!”
“I could have stopped you,” he countered.
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He was right, and she knew it. Her entire life had been all about making those around her happy, denying her instincts, and thinking of herself as a conduit for the High Prince’s line. But this man wanted nothing from her but to love and be loved. Her heart skipped a beat with fear and joy.
“We have to keep this a secret for now. If Vlad finds out…Well, I don’t want you on a pike in the woods,” she said, hoping he understood her concern.
“I think the whole house knows by this point, but keeping it from Vlad shouldn’t be that hard. His plate is looking really full right now. I doubt he will spend much time here, and I can safely say you will be best guarded Princess in the house,” he said with a smile.
Liz returned the smile. “I think it’s high time we revived a long forgotten title, even if we use it only between ourselves,” she said thoughtfully.
“A title? What do I need a title for?” Mills sounded confused.
“A Princess of the House of Dracul does not take just anyone to bed,” Liz said with faux outrage. She laughed after she said it.
“Oh, really? Being a witch isn’t good enough for you, huh?” Mills said, continuing the ruse.
“No. You get to be the Princess’s Consort,” she proclaimed with a giggle.
“Princess’s Consort! Sounds like a lot of work,” he added.
“Oh, yes. Loads of work. You have to be at my beck and call. You’re responsible for making me happy and being by my side whenever I have need of you,” she said. She took his wrist and placed his hand on her round belly. A little foot pressed against his hand from inside her body. “And I’m going to need someone to hold my hand very soon.”
Mills beamed and kissed her lips softly. He tucked her in as close to his body as she could get. “I would be delighted to be the Princess’s Consort.”
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J. Annas Walker started her love affair with vampires as a kid by reading Bram Stoker’s Dracula. It was the only vampire book her little local library branch had back then. Then, she discovered mail order books and fell in love with the tortured characters in Interview with a Vampire. In the mid 80’s, the most amazing thing happened! Her family bought a VCR, and she was finally able to see movies! All the vampire flicks she could beg for flickered across the screen, making the love affair into a passionate, life-long relationship. Today, she writes fantasy and paranormal romance and never passes up a chance to pair up vampires with the less-than-usual characters. Witches and elves currently top her list. She loves weaving vampires into legends and myths where none exist. It’s her private world of the erotic, weird, and wonderful, and she invites every reader to go along for the ride. http://jannaswalker.weebly.com/
PRETTY LITTLE ROCKSTAR
Bethan Cooper
Lola Pierce is a rock and roll addict.
Living her everyday through her music.
Jack Palmer is the lead guitarist in the band, Misguided Ghosts. He has the tattoos, the body and the money.
So what happens when Jack accidentally meets Lola? Do sparks ignite? Or is it a one way ticket to heartbreak hotel?
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1. PREPARATION
“That’s a pretty colour.” Lola pointed to the box of hair dye, a bright pink and her best friend Alexis screwed her nose up at her choice.
“I know you said you wanted to go bright, but pink? Lola, is your brain in there?” She knocked gently against her head and Lola backed off, a wide smile across her lips.
“I want pink hair.” Lola shrugged and picked up the box.
“How much is it?” Lexi asked through a sigh. Lola turned the box on its side and smiled.
“Ten quid, it’s in my price range don’t worry!” She laughed, and dragged Lexi’s arm toward the till.
“Wait, so we got beer, and yeah. Do we need anything else? Ahem, ‘Durex’,” Lexi coughed her fist raised to her mouth.
Lola swatted her arm playfully and pulled her to the side.
“Hey, Lexi, don’t talk about that in here. My dad only just let me go to this damn festival!” Lola giggled and picked up a pack of ten condoms. She scanned the back of the box, and Lexi leant her chin on Lola’s shoulder.
“Hmmm, for increased PLEASURE!” Lexi shouted, and Lola put her hand over her mouth.
“Will you shut up girl, I swear you want me killed!” She laughed, and hid the box of condoms under the other groceries.
“You’re not a virgin Lo, so why are you hiding them like you’re a giddy fourteen year old?” Lexi asked, her laughter consuming her.
“Because my brother works here you idiot!” Lola spat through clenched teeth. Lola started to bowl over with laughter.
“I can’t believe I hang around with a loser like you Lex! Come on.” Lola laughed and linked her arm with Lexi’s. “Plus, I have to have pink hair to go to a festival like Download.” She sighed, and shook her fringe away from her face.
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2. TIME TO DYE
“Soooo. Have you thought this through?” Muttered Lexi, her concentration on painting her fingernails black. Lola held the box of hair dye and stared at her blonde hair in the mirror.
“I can always go back blonde.” Lola shrugged, and opened the lid of the box.
“Yeah but pink Lo?” Lexi exhaled, and looked up from her fingers.
“What are the kids saying now Lex? You Only Live Once, YOLO right?” She laughed and began to mix the colour. It changed from a white paste to bright pink almost instantly. Holding up the black brush, she dipped it into the dye and bit hard on her lip.
“I’m not going all pink, that’s decided. Just a few highlights. Right?” She swung her head to look at her best friend. “Right Lex?”
Lexi looked up from her nails in annoyance, “whatever Lo, YOLO right?”
Lola sighed in frustration and began the process. Delicately, she puts small sweeps of hair dye under her fringe, being careful to not dye the whole thing. Small strands of pink flopped against her forehead causing it to stain. Rolling her eyes she applied around fifteen more strokes of pink to her hair.
Rinsing the excess dye from her hair, she used an old towel to wrap it into a bun on her head. Wandering into her bedroom she browsed through her wardrobe for band tee’s. Lexi was sat on Lola’s bed, her iPhone pursed in her hands.
“Let me see right now.” Lexi muttered, and sat up from laying on her stomach and locked her phone. A grin split across her face when Lola threw her tee-shirt at her.
“Wait until I’ve styled it. Then you can.” Lola grabbed her hairdryer and straighteners from her dresser, and wandered back into the bathroom and slammed the door.
“Spoil sport!” Lexi shouted, and threw something heavy against the door.
Lola turned on her iPod from the bathroom and ‘A Day To Remember’ filled her ears with the ‘Plot to the bomb handle.’ She bent over to do a few head bangs to a hard drum beat, her hips involuntarily moving from side to side. Swishing her hair over her head, she brushed it straight. The pink was in soft strokes against her naturally blonde hair, and she straightened it quickly with hair straighteners. Putting down the hot irons she peeked her head around the bathroom door.
“Is it safe to come out yet?” Lola teased her best friend who was texting on the phone. Lexi lifted her head and smirked at her.
“Yes it’s safe you sarcastic twat.” Sitting up, she studied her best friend as she came from the bathroom. Lola was always the beautiful one in their friendship. Her long blonde hair caught all the boys’ attention, and she had these piercing aquamarine eyes, that would capture you.
“Wow.” Muttered Lexi, as Lola swished her hair in front of her and put her hands on her hips. “It looks amazing Baby Girl!”
“I know right!” Exclaimed Lola, the excitement finally setting in. “I’m worried about what my dad might say.” She sighed through a long lingering breath. “You wouldn’t think I’m twenty-one with what he says to me still. You know he threatened to ground me the other day. I just laughed in his face.” Shrugging she wandered over to her full length mirror, and studied her reflection. The pink flowed through her hair in separated streaks, causing it to stand out and give it some personality. “I do love this hair colour though. I’m so pleased with it.” She gave a small jump and clapped her hands, “Right. Time to pack the car up I reckon. What you think Lex?”
“Whatever Lo.” Lexi muttered, her face still buried in this week’s heat magazine.
Ripping the magazine from beneath her, Lola slapped her bum. “Up, now, if we want any kind of good place to camp, we need to leave soon!”
“Okay, okay.” Said Lexi through an exasperated tone. “You’re a pain in my arse, you know that?”
“And you’re a pain in mine. Come on, get your shit from your car and put it in mine.”
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3. JUST A TOUR?
“I don’t need a babysitter!” Shouted Lexi, her brunette hair flowing in braids around her shoulders. “I’ve met a man Lo, he’s so fucking fit. I just, I don’t know—” She slurred, the alcohol caressing through her system, toying with her words. Her best friend watched her, and Lola fell back into a seat. “I came here to have fun. And you’re ruining it Lola. Go away for a few hours, go have fun. I have Jamie here.” Jamie gave Lola a soft wave, and smiled gently as Lexi grabbed his hand. “Go. Have. Fun!”
Lola sighed and crouched in front of her best friend. If she threw up on her, she was fucking dead. “I came here to have fun with you Lexi. I’m not wandering around on my own.”
“I’ll give you a tour.” An unfamiliar voice filled the air. “I won’t bite.” Lola turned, to see Jack from Misguided Ghosts, the hottest rock band around staring down at her. What the actual mother fucking fuck?
“Did you drug me?” Lola roared at Lexi. “Or am I seeing things for the fun of it?” Lexi sat with her jaw dropped and Lola turned, and stood to her feet.
“Hi.” She gestured, holding out her hand. Jack took it and shook it gently. He then lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed the skin that looked intensely desirable.
He never did this shit, but that fucking pink hair distracted him from his shitty life. “I was just having a walk myself. You sure you don’t want a tour?” Jack asked, his eyebrow raised.
“I never said no!” Lola protested and let Jack weave his fingers with hers.
She was in the middle of a fucking festival, and here was a famous, sexy as fuck, fucking hot man asking her for a tour. Breathing in a shuddering breath, she looked at the man pulling her towards the crowds. Yes she was crazy, insane. But something about him just made her blood run hot. She had known him what? Five minutes?
“Listen.” Lola stopped them both and dropped his hand. “If you just want a quick shag, I’m not the girl for you okay?”
Jack let out a loud belly laugh. “I’m not like that girl. I just wanna hang out with someone my age, drink beer and dance all night long. That okay? I promise I won’t rape you, drug you, or do anything that would ever hurt you. Kay?”
He held out his hand and Lola shook it. “You better not. I can’t believe I’m trusting a totally random stranger.” Lola said through a long lingering breath. She was excited, but also scared.
“But I’m not a stranger, you listen to my lyrics right?” Jack asked and Lola felt her cheeks blush.
“Of course, I know all your band’s songs.” Lola whispered, suddenly shy.
“So I’m not a stranger.” Jack shrugged and pulled on her hand. “Come on!”
Jack pulled this girl, whose name he didn’t even know into the tent blasting a heavy bass tone. He watched as she scrunched up her nose and crossed her arms over her chest. He couldn’t stop his eyes from averting from her cleavage. She had fucking perfect tits.
“Beer?” He asked, leaning down to her ear and let his lips gently touch her earlobe. He saw her take in a sharp intake of breath and grinned against her skin.
“Sure.” She mouthed and followed him to the bar. He grabbed them both two Corona’s and pulled the lime from the neck of the bottle. Handing one to her, he watched her pull hers out too. She bit down on it, and sucked the juice dry, and downed the beer.
“Impressive.” Jack smiled as he watched her sway slightly.
“Fucking hate Corona.” Lola moaned, and leant up to whisper in his ear. “Name’s Lola by the way. Just in case you were wondering.” She let her tongue escape and licked the skin under his ear. Jack felt weak immediately. Scanning her eyes when she stood on flat feet he put his beer on the bar.
“Dance with me?” Jack asked, his hands desperate to touch her.
“I can’t dance to this shit.” Lola laughed and Jack’s face fell into a frown.
“Stop that. I know you think that just because you’re with a rock star, that you just have to like that band. I could tell as soon as you came in here you liked the music. You crossed your arms and pretended to hate it. Want to know a secret?” He leant down to her ear.
“I love this music too.”
Lola grinned, and pulled his hand to the dance floor. It was filled with sweaty bodies, all desperate for hot steamy sex. Lola pushed her hair back into a po
nytail, and shrugged at Jack as she weaved through the crowd. Mouthing “Chase me,” she smiled and ran off. Jack complied, and watched her disappear. She wanted to play him. The girl with pink hair, wanted to fucking play him.
Pushing random girls away from him, sometimes two at a time he sighed. He was a walking hormone. He wanted Lola, anyway he could get her. He was just walking back to his tent when he saw her crouched at her friends expense and her long blonde hair flowed down her back. She was wearing short jean shorts, and a tank top that hugged her in all the right ways. She was beautiful. Spotting pink streaked blonde hair, he raced across the dance floor. A large bloke had his hands on her hips, and was dancing with her. She looked over and gave Jack half a smile. Fucking player.
Jack walked over casually and pulled her backwards from the guy, nearly stumbling over a very intimate couple.
“Sorry!” Jack yelled and kept hold of Lola’s waist. She laughed loud as the track changed. ‘As your friend’ by Chris Brown played loud over the speakers and she pulled Jack’s hands around her. She bobbed and danced for a moment before things became dirty. He put her back to his front, and she immediately lifted her arms, and put them around the nape of his neck. His hands grabbed her waist, and his fingers slipped under the thin material. Lola was letting go. She was wound tight, years of school had made her that way.
Now, she was having fun, dangerous fun, with a stranger. A pretty little rock star to be precise. She was enjoying herself. She grabbed his hands and helped his fingers stroke against her skin. She was grinding a fucking rock star. He was letting her grind against him. It wasn’t long before she felt something familiar against her back.
Turning around with a grin on her face, she looked up at the beautiful blue eyes. The beer hadn’t even touched her, and she felt the need, the want to kiss him. Jack put his index finger to her mouth and shook his head.
“Not yet.” He shouted over the music and pulled her back towards the bar. “Tequila first.” The music in the tent changed and Nickelback filled the room with ‘Breathe.’
