The Princess of Wands (Villainess Book 3)

by Alana Melos

  When I danced her off the floor, she laughed, but it was still that kind of nervous laugh, like she wasn’t quite sure what she wanted. “It’s too loud here,” she shouted at me. “Can we go somewhere quiet?”

  “Hell yeah,” I shouted back at her. I wrapped an arm around her and guided her over to the closest cluster of private rooms. She got right up against me and I grinned down at her. This was gonna be a helluva lot of fun.

  Now, I know some people got something against the back rooms in the Underground saying that they’re all sticky and shit. Caprice has really got a thing against them and only goes into one for business, only when she has to. Me? I got nothing against ‘em at all. They were always clean and plush, a good sized room with couches and shit like for any private party. I didn’t know how many there were here, but one was always open for a fee, usually a couple hundred. It was way easier than going and trying to find a hotel room nearby for hookups.

  I paid the entrance fee to the gal in charge, and me and Dee went inside. Right after the door shut, everything was quiet. I dunno what Malech had in his walls, but these rooms were soundproofed as hell. Dee pulled away from me and sat down, looking all sad. I finished my drink and sat down next to her. Was she going to cry or something? Fuck. All I wanted was a good time.

  “I can’t believe they left me,” she said, frowning.

  “People are like that,” I said. “Fuck ‘em. I’ll make sure you get home safe.” And I would too, ‘cause it ain’t cool to give your word and break it. “Forget about them.” She looked up at me with those big eyes of hers and I looked down the front of her shirt, then made myself look at her face. This was all that bad-boy-heart-of-gold bullshit, but it worked. “You’re with me now, and ain’t no one gonna fuck with ya.”

  “Not even you?” she asked, sarcasm coloring her voice so she sounded more like herself.

  I leered down at her, “I ain’t gonna fuck with you. I’m gonna fuck you. There’s a difference.” When she laughed and her face turned red again, I grinned wide. She didn’t look away from me. I just waited, looking her over. Her eyes were really green, like bright, and almost shining. I liked ‘em, ‘cause they were so her.

  Knowing she was waiting for me to make the first move, I sat there and just looked. I didn’t move, didn’t touch her, just waited… taking a page from the vampire. When Dee tilted her head and parted her lips, I knew she wanted me to kiss her. Hell, I could practically hear her thoughts thinking shit like ‘why hasn’t he done it yet’ and ‘doesn’t he want me’ and stuff like that. Chicks were all the same. I wanted her to make the first move, to start it. I’d sure as hell finish it.

  She put her hand on my leg, and slid it up. Much to my surprise, her first move was pretty fucking bold: she put her hand right over my dick, which jumped a little. “Damn, girl,” I laughed. “Here I thought you were all sweet and innocent.”

  “I’m not either of those things,” she said, her grin turning wicked, but instead of looking at me, she looked away. My cock hardened under her touch, growing as she stroked it through the leather. God damn, she was making me want her bad, turning it around on me. Nosferatu chuckled in my head and I growled at him, telling him to shut it. “Maybe I do just want to fuck,” Dee said, her voice low and seductive, but her cheeks were red as hell. She might not be used to seducing guys, but fuck she was good at it. “Maybe I just want to suck your cock, leave you right on the edge, begging for more.”

  I growled in my throat, leaning towards her. “You don’t want to do that, babe,” I said. I raised my hand up and touched her cheek. My hands were all fucked from working the sword so much, but her skin was real nice and smooth, like silk. When I touched her, she looked up, and those eyes were even brighter. “You wouldn’t like me if I don’t get what I want.”

  “And what do you want?” she asked, her voice husky, sexy as hell. Her hand kept working my cock, stopping to squeeze now and again, but keeping the strokes light, making me ache.

  “I want to fuck you,” I said, cupping her cheek, drawing her face a little closer to mine. “In every hole. I want to make you come so hard you scream... I want to hear you sscream.” That last was Nosferatu slipping out and I forced him back in my head. When I got distracted like this, it was a lot easier for him to take control when I didn’t want him to.

  Her hand left my cock, sliding up to the top of my pants. There she fumbled a bit with the button, but once she got it open, Dee wasted no time in zipping them down. When her hand touched my bare skin, I shivered. I wanted her so bad it hurt. She slipped her hand in and pulled out my big cock, but didn’t break the gaze between us. I knew what she was feeling though, all eight inches of me. I could lie and said I was born with it, but nah… the rest of my body was natural and I worked fucking hard on it, but I’d had the Doc do a little bit of work. Not much, but a couple extra inches made for a good impression.

  “You’re really big,” she whispered. “I don’t know if I can fit you in my mouth.”

  “It’ll fit,” I said, dropping my other arm from the back of the couch to cup her other cheek. Her lips were so red and plump. Blowjob lips the guys I used to run with called ‘em. “Let me taste you before you taste me,” I whispered and finally leaned in for the kiss. I kinda got the feeling she was giving me what she thought I wanted, so I wanted to give her something back. It was only fair.

  When our lips touched, I kept it light and soft, real gentle. I teased her with my tongue, small touches, barely tasting her mouth until she opened it to me. Her own tongue darted out to meet mine and she whimpered. She wanted more. I kept it real soft and romantic though, tasting her drink faintly on her tongue, her lips. Kissing her thoroughly and slowly, I slid one of my arms around her, pulling her close. Her hand stayed on my dick, but she stopped stroking it, so into what I was doing. Her tongue teased along mine, and I pushed in a little more, getting aggressive and curling my tongue around hers, taking possession of her mouth. It was still softer than I liked, but hard enough she couldn’t help but to feel how hot I was for her. She melted into my arms, and my fingers kept stroking her cheek all soft like, slow, keeping it nice. When I drew back, she squeezed my cock and I groaned.

  “Wow,” she said, her voice breathy. “I didn’t… I mean, wow….”

  I smirked. They never expected the soft shit from me. Shocked ‘em every time. I gave her another kiss and shifted my hips. Her hand started stroking me again. I licked my lips. “You taste good,” I said. I put my hand over hers on my cock and squeezed and stroked, showing her how I liked it. Dee picked up the hint fast and she started giving it long, hard strokes, picking up in speed. The way she rolled the skin up towards the tip made me start panting. Maybe going out and picking up a guy wasn’t something she did a lot, but she was really fucking good at stroke jobs.

  “I want to feel your mouth,” I said, pushing my hips up again, thrusting my cock into her hand. “You’re so fucking good at this, baby, I can’t wait to feel your mouth.” What I really wanted to say was ‘suck me’, but I was still trying to keep it sorta vanilla. I wasn’t sure if she was the type of chick you could say blow me to yet.

  She smiled, and leaned over as she moved her hand to the base of my dick, holding me tight. When her lips kissed the tip, I let out a low groan. They were so soft and warm, and she just teased the fucking shit out of me. She didn’t even put it in her mouth, just kept kissing it softly, her tongue snaking out to give the head a small lick here and there. Dee pulled up with her fist full of dick and instead of going down on me, she pulled me up to her. I’d had chicks take charge before, but not quite like this. It was just a given, a silent command that I would meet her on her turf rather than her going down on mine. I kept my hips raised as she wrapped her lips around the head finally, and groaned as she sucked slowly, her tongue working me in circles.

  “Fuuuuck…” I groaned, rubbing her back with one of my hands as I moved the other to the back of the couch we were sitting on to get some fucking traction. I wanted t
o push her down, make her take me, but it’d ruin it. The second I did that shit, she’d either stop, or worse: bite down. I was putty in her hands the second she started licking me, and the most I could do was continue to rub her back, trying to give her the subtle hint to move down.

  She didn’t. At least she didn’t for what seemed like forever. Deirdre continued to suck me, varying the pressure as her tongue bathed the head. It felt like her tongue was everywhere, curling around, spinning, drawing something… god damn. I groaned again when she lifted her head and looked at me, that wicked look in her eye. I knew she was seeing me helpless in her grasp, and I grinned at that, laughing. The mighty vampiro, brought down by a pair of bright green eyes and some blowjob lips.

  I was, though. At least for right now, I was hers.

  When she bent back to my cock, I brushed her hair out of the way and held it so I could watch her. She released the grip on my dick slightly and pushed down so I could rest easy on the couch, and then she plunged her mouth over my cock. The suddenness of it made me moan. Heat and wetness wrapped around my shaft and I was banging the her back teeth by accident. Fuck, I didn’t care. She started to bob a little, making that sexy fucking slurping sound as she fucked my cock with her mouth, her hand moving in time to her head bobs. It wasn’t just the fucking though, it was her tongue. Cristo… her tongue! It was like a snake, wrapping around me, squeezing me somehow. No part of my cock was left unlicked and soon, enough, she ripped regular moans out of my throat.

  “Mierda, mierda,” I groaned. “Eres tan buena… you’re so fucking good at that,” I said, my mind all clusterfucked with the pleasure she was giving me. I didn’t slip into Español by accident often, even though it was my first language. Fuck that. I was an American. Yet as she blew me, slowing her bobs to go with aching slowness, I reverted right on back, my head so fucked with what she was doing to me.

  The vampire crept forward in my head, watching with his red eyes. I could see him and feel him rattling his cage in my mind. “Stop, stop,” I muttered feeling the balance of power in my head start to tip his way. I pulled Deirdre away from my throbbing cock. “You keep that up, I’m gonna shoot my load, and I really want to fuck you.”

  “OK,” she said, her face flushed still, and I frowned. There was something else going on here.

  “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” I asked, rearranging myself with one hand while I pulled her up next to me with the other. Her tits bounced in her tight shirt and I bit my lip trying to stop myself from just grabbing ‘em. I liked to think I had more style than some asshole who went right for the tits, but man, I really could lose myself in ‘em.

  “Nothing’s wrong,” she said, but she didn’t look at me.

  Picked a headcase, Nos, I told the vampire. Good fucking job. I couldn’t blame her; she’d said she was damaged goods right up front. I grabbed her chin and tilted her head up so I could see her eyes, and she was looking all sad. “Hey, do you want to be here with me?” I asked. Nos might have been into forcing people, getting off on that shit, but that wasn’t me. I liked being in charge, but I liked it when they liked me being in charge. My mamacita had beat that shit into me after she knifed my old man for hitting her one time too many.

  “Yes,” she breathed, and gave me a shaky smile.

  I kissed her. “Good, do you want to fuck me?” I asked.

  “Yes,” she said again, but she was shaking.

  “But what?” I asked, knowing where it was going.

  “You’re like… kind of… my first,” she said. I stared at her. The moves she had on the dance floor? The ex-fucking-quisite handjob she’d given me? The blow that had made me forget fucking English?

  “No way,” I said, shaking my head. “No fucking way.”

  “Kind of,” she said, with a tight smile. “I’ve done… it’s not important.” She took a deep breath and suddenly she was sex kitteny again, curling up against me so her boobs pressed into my chest. Her nipples were hard and she took my free hand and put it on one of them. “I want you to fuck me, and fuck me hard.”

  I could feel the sand shifting beneath my feet here, but fuck it. You only lived once, am I right? I smoothed my palm over her tit and gave it a squeeze. I rolled her tight shirt up, watching her eyes as my hand dived into her bra to feel her soft skin. She locked gazes with me, her eyes half-lidded, and I wanted to make her come. I mean, I really wanted it. I got her tits out of the bra cups, and bent down to kiss ‘em. Her scent, some kind of spicy perfume, drifted up and drove me crazy as I licked my way down to her nipples. When I lifted one of her heavy boobs up so I could suck on a nipple, one of her hands found my cock again and started stroking me. Both of us moaned at the same time.

  “Gonna make you come so hard,” I said in between sucks on her tit. My hands moved around her body, her back, her legs, her breasts… I wanted to feel everywhere. Her body was tight but soft at the same time, and she weren’t no stick figure girl either. Her ass was big and round just like her tits and I couldn’t make up my mind how I wanted her. The vampire kept prowling around in my head, anxious for his turn. He wasn’t pushing, just waiting.

  I moved down her body, looking at her face the whole time. Her expressions kept changing and some of them I couldn’t read, but she was into it. Her whole body shivered underneath me and she let out these small kitteny sounds, little moans and gasps. I pushed her skirt up, and started to peel off her underwear as I slid down. When she was naked to me, I parted her thighs, licking my lips in anticipation.

  My hands slid along the inside of her thighs, feeling that velvety smoothness of her skin. I leaned in and parted her lips, then dove in and tasted her. I know a lot of chicks were all self conscious, and yeah, when they didn’t take care of themselves it could be bad… but almost all of the time, they tasted and smelled good, like some kinda fine wine. I licked her using the whole of my tongue and she moaned quietly. I licked again, trying to narrow down her sweet spot. It was a process. I won’t say I was the best pussy licker out there, but I made up for technique with enthusiasm. When I licked a girl, I gave it all my all.

  My tongue slid against her heat, over and over again, until I heard that moan. There it was… her sweet spot. I danced around it with the end of my tongue until I zeroed in on it and every lick was making her jitter and jive. Her legs spread open wider for me and I grabbed her ass, pulling her even closer. I buried my face in between her legs, licking her clit with abandon until I found just the right rhythm. Every lick caused her to shudder, her body jiggling in my hands as she gasped and writhed. One of her hands reached down and grabbed my mohawk. She twisted her fingers around my hair and pulled me even closer.

  “There… there… don’t stop…” she panted. I moaned into her and continued what I was doing. When her whole body tensed, I knew she was starting to come. A few seconds after that, she let out a sound which was louder than a moan, but not quite a scream. That was one of the sexiest sounds I’d ever heard and my cock ached, wanting to fuck her. I kissed her clit a few times, each touch of my lips making her jump a little more, then rocked back on my heels.

  “Wow,” she breathed, lifting herself up to look at me. I licked my lips. “That was good.”

  “Just good?” I smirked, crawling up her luscious body, planting kisses as I went until I reached her lips. Then, I gave her a thorough, hungry kiss, letting her taste herself. Deirdre kissed me back, her hands grabbing my shoulders.

  “Back up, please,” she breathed as she pushed me back. I did, moving her legs so I could sit down beside her. She heaved a big sigh and relaxed into the couch. “It was good, it was really good,” Dee said, looking over at me.

  “Best is yet to come, babe,” I said, tugging on her legs. “C’mere and sit on me.” She waited for a second, then pushed herself off the couch and straddled me, her wetness hot on my aching dick. “You feel good there,” I said, running my hands up her sides. I wrapped my hands around her breasts and gave them a little squeeze enjoying the feel of them, soft and plump.r />
  Dee smiled down at me, and began moving her hips. She slid herself over me, back and forth, back and forth. My whole body hummed along with it and I grabbed one of her breasts and brought it to my mouth so I could suck it. I flicked my tongue over it before closing my whole mouth over it and sucking hard until she whimpered.

  “Do you want to fuck me now?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

  I stopped sucking on her and reclined against the couch, moving my hands to her hips. “Nah,” I said. “I want you to fuck me.”

  She laughed at that and blushed as she looked away, but I sensed it was the right thing to say. Biting her lip in the cutest way, she reached beneath her and took my slick cock in her hand, straightening me up so she could take my rod inside of her. When she sank on my dick, slow and easy, I groaned. My hands were restless moving down to her thighs, then to her hips, up to her boobs, then down again. Tight after coming, her pussy felt like slipping into heaven. Dee surrounded me with heat, driving me crazy. I wanted to thrust into her hard, but… something told me to just keep it light. Besides, sometimes it was good to go slow. I let her do her own thing.

  When she got down as far as she could go, she sat there, her pussy gripping me, almost sucking at my cock. She throbbed around me and Dee bent down to kiss me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. Her hands stroked the back of my neck and head and I followed suit, trying to ignore all the touchy feely emotional crap.

  But it was kinda nice. I usually fucked ‘em hard and left ‘em. Change wasn’t always bad.

  Dee’s arms tightened around me and she started pumping my cock fast and hard, moving her hips like a piston. The change of pace caught me off guard and I gripped her as desire surged through me. God I wanted to take over, but I made myself stay there as she fucked me hard and without mercy.