Vampire's Pet
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“Now, admit you’re mine,” he crooned, increasing the pressure of his hands. His cock bumped temptingly against her opening.
She took a deep breath. “No.”
“You are, you know.”
“No.”
His voice was expressionless. “Alright.”
Gwen could have cried as he withdrew his hands, then stepped away from the bed leaving her totally unfulfilled. She was face down on the bed, her arms still stretched awkwardly in front of her. She struggled against her bonds, wanting to follow him. To chase him down and make him fuck her. The pressure inside her was ridiculous. She’d been so close!
The waves of pleasure didn’t subside as she’d assumed they would. If anything her frustration grew as the heat continued to race under her skin. She twisted and squirmed, fighting against the overwhelming urge to beg him to come back to her. The sheets were a tangled knot underneath her, the slightest touch making her skin prickle uncomfortable. And still the heat didn’t subside. She heard a mewling sound filling the room. It was several seconds before she realized she was the one making the erotic little sounds.
She couldn’t stand it any more. “Please…”
“Please what?”
Did her voice sound as hoarse as his? Maybe she wasn’t the only one suffering here. A fresh wave of heat surged through her. It was a thought she’d have to leave for another time. she bucked against the strap around her wrists, thrusting her ass higher.
“I don’t…” She gasped, unable to finish the sentence as another wave of heat crashed over her, swamping her. She was so close to orgasm — seemed to be getting closer — yet she knew it was out of her reach. The frustration was almost painful.
“You’re my mate. You need me,” he explained. “Just like I need you.”
The mewling noises coming from deep in her throat grew louder as the waves of heat and pleasure grew stronger. If he didn’t do something soon she just knew she’d go up in flames. No matter how close she was, she couldn’t come. And he knew it.
Somewhere in the blackness that was starting to cloud her thoughts, she realized what he’d said. He needed her?
“Yes,” he confirmed, proving he could read her mind when she was aroused. He grabbed her ass and held it still. “I need you too.”
He surged into her with a single hard thrust, her cunt gripping him tight as he lodged deep inside her. For an instant, the overwhelming heat and darkness retreated, leaving a different sort of warmth. Then he leaned forward over her, and his teeth scraped against her neck.
The pain of his bite faded into ecstasy as he thrust repeatedly into her, fucking her just as she’d imagined he would. The heat and darkness gathered closer, each wet slap of his balls against her ass bringing it a step closer. He stretched an arm down between her legs, barely touching her, and the world exploded.
Gwen woke to the feeling of being surrounded by a hard, hot male. She was lying on her side, Todd curled around her back, one leg draped over hers and pinning her firmly to the mattress. One hand rested lightly on her hip, a single patch of warmth, the other cupped her breast, idly playing with her nipple.
She had stretched luxuriously, pointing her toes and flexing her arms, before she realized she was totally free. Well, as free as she could be with Todd wrapped so possessively around her. As she moved, she felt the stickiness between her legs, and the mild soreness of the morning after great sex. She smiled at the feeling, arching her shoulders back into his chest. Not great sex, fabulous sex.
Todd nuzzled at the back of her neck. “Good morning, beautiful.”
Morning? She glanced at the curtains that had been drawn back from the window. He was right. The first pink hint of dawn was stretching tentative fingers across the wall, last night’s driving rain nothing but a memory.
She blinked, then ran her tongue around her normal, non-pointy teeth. Wasn’t she a vampire now? “Uh…”
“No, you didn’t dream it all,” he told her, predicting her question. “We get sunburned but are otherwise fine in the sun.” He reached around her to run a finger along her dry lips. Your teeth only come down when you’re hungry or aroused.”
Suddenly, she became aware that the mouth nuzzling the back of her neck was rather…sharp. she flinched, then felt him grin into her hair. “What can I say? I’m a male.”
“Oh.”
“I, uh, may not have had the patience to wait for you to admit it,” he told her, his teeth scraping erotically over the pulse that beat in her neck. “But you really are mine.”
Gwen thought back to the power of her physical response to him last night. “Does that mean you’re also mine?”
Todd sounded surprised. “Of course.”
“I don’t get it.”
“It’s rare for a vampire to find a true mate. Most make do with something close. What we have is —” she felt him grimace into her skin, “— the real thing. My grandparents had it too.”
“And that’s good?”
“Yeah.”
She trembled as he nipped at her skin. “Do I have a choice?”
“Do you want a choice?” he asked.
Did she? She’d only known him for a couple of days. They certainly had lust on their side, and she trusted him which was more than she could say for most men she’d dated.
“Not really.”
“That’s good.” He closed his teeth on her vein, simultaneously nudging his cock inside her. Intense waves of hot pleasure swept through her, almost making her miss his murmured comment. “Because you are mine.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Amy O’Connor lives in the Australian outback. When she’s not writing (which isn’t very often) she can usually be found attempting to round up her sons, cats, and poultry, or trying to restore her 100 year old garden. Occasionally, she even manages to sneak in a few hours reading a good book. Unfortunately, since that tends to involve running away and hiding on the side verandah, it doesn’t happen as regularly as she’d like!
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