My Vampire Lover

by Brenda Steele

  Confusion clouded my mind. “But I saw you. I—"

  He laughed again, allowing his humor to deepen into a rumble that vibrated my eardrums and set me on fire. His slow strokes had not ceased, and I knew we would make love again. “It's not important. I will lay ground rules regarding having a vampire lover later. For now, I must have you again."

  I would have complained but reason left me as soon as Gavin quickened his pace. We were at it again, not stopping for hours.

  Chapter Four

  I will not stand at my balcony doors waiting each night for Gavin to come to me. I will not run into his arms like a damn teenage girl. Those were my internal rules that I chanted to myself each night, and each night I broke them. And the worst part of it was that the arrogant prick knew he had me wrapped around his little finger.

  As much as my body seemed to be ruled by Gavin's, I had to draw the line somewhere. So, when we were both worn out from out sexual activity that first nine or ten times, we came to an agreement on the rules.

  "You must not have garlic in the house, nor eat it,” he told me bluntly. I thought that was a given and didn't need to be said, but he disagreed. “You would be surprised what garlic is in these days. Your neighbor, Mrs. Landry I believe you called her, bathes in it."

  "What?” I laughed. “She does not."

  He shrugged, sliding from the bed and strolling naked to my rocking chair in the corner of my room. It was one my Grammy had owned and gave to me just before she passed five years ago. For its age, the thing was built like a rock. Gavin sat down on it and patted his lap for me to join him. I hesitated only a moment before curling onto his lap.

  "She may not bathe in it, but she obviously uses a lot. I find I cannot even fly over her house to get here. It's in the air, burns my nose and makes my eyes water."

  I gasped, “Fly?"

  "Never mind."

  Crossing my arms across my breasts, I harrumphed. “Is there anything else, oh mighty vampire?"

  Before he answered, Gavin unfurled my arms. He didn't like me to cover my breasts so he couldn't see them. A woman could not feel more desirable than I did then, and that was partly why I had trouble not bouncing in excitement when he arrived. My vampire lover treated me like I was the most beautiful and sexy woman alive.

  "No other men,” he affirmed. “Not a kiss, not a touch. I have a strong sense of smell. If I so much as pick up the scent of—"

  "Don't threaten me!” Did he have to be so high-handed every second?

  He gathered me close before planting a kiss on my nose as if I were a child. “It's not a threat, it's a promise."

  I rolled my eyes.

  "You don't believe I'm a vampire do you?” he asked suddenly. I had been thinking just that. I mean so what he commanded my body as easily as a puppet master with just a wave of his hand. That didn't prove anything. I didn't answer. He nuzzled my neck. “Shall I prove it to you by making you as I am?"

  His sharp teeth were pressing against my throat as before. I wanted to draw back to see if his canine teeth were extended as those of vampires in movies, but I was too afraid. The points pricked my neck, and Gavin ran his tongue along my skin, ostensibly lapping up any blood that had eked out. That scared me more.

  Gavin tucked a hand beneath my chin and forced me to look at him. My heart hammered in my chest when I saw that his teeth were indeed extended. He stroked my face and held me in place when I would have slid off his lap. “I won't hurt you, Jenna. I promise. But there will come a day that you will want me to make you like me. We can discuss it at that time."

  I shook my head, eyes closed. “That's not likely, Gavin. And I'm not sure of this."

  "You were sure when I put my cock inside you,” he growled.

  "Don't talk like that."

  "Why? Does it turn you on?” He knew it did. Even his words enflamed me. I liked him naked and strong and commanding. I liked to stroke the braid lying heavy on his back. I liked to clamp onto his hips while he rode deep and rough. The fact that he was undead, well, it could not be a factor.

  "Fine."

  "Then you accept me?"

  "I guess I do.” I chewed on my lip. He eased the flesh from between my teeth. I glanced into his piercing eyes and found myself lost. Could he hypnotize and make me obey? Would he keep his word not to turn me unless I wanted it? I couldn't be sure. I loved my simple life, having moved far from the city, where there was heavy crime and noise. Littleton suited my personality, and I didn't want it to change. “I don't want to be a vampire, Gavin. That's my first rule. Do not bite me, not even what you just did. Not a prick."

  He nodded.

  "And don't let my neighbors see you coming here. I like my sex life to be completely private. The members of this community are very close knit, and frankly, nosey. If it got out that I had a man visiting my bed by way of my balcony, I would never hear the end of it. And possibly, I might have to move away. Agreed? You will respect that?"

  "Agreed.” He nodded again. “I too value my privacy, so I understand that request. Anything else? Shall I retire the harem until you grow tired of me?"

  I crossed my arms without thinking, and he uncrossed them. “Not funny. The same goes for you then. No other women. Can you do that? Or does a vampire's sex drive require several women at a time?"

  He pretended to ponder my words. “Several women at once? That could be fun."

  I swatted him.

  "Fine, my darling. No other women but you.” He gathered me tight against his chest to whisper in my ear. “However, you know what that means. I will be forced to visit you often to take the painful edge off my hard-ons."

  Reaching a hand down beneath my rear to stroke his erection, I grinned up at him. “Somehow, I don't think that will be a problem."

  Chapter Five

  I glowed. Yes, I admit it, I was walking around town with a brightness to my face that others began to notice. Especially the ever observant Mrs. Landry. Even after months of being intimate with Gavin, I was still behaving like a girl with a crush. And seriously, it was making me nervous. Gavin had made it quite clear that he wanted me only for my body. And at the time, his body was all I wanted too. But more and more, with his tender touches, his sweet words whispered in my ear—even the gifts he sometimes showed up with—I was falling for him.

  When I found myself at the supermart with Mrs. Landry, shopping for sexy lingerie that might be to Gavin's taste, instead of prospecting for space my new flower venture, I knew I was in a dangerous place. Of course my landlady knew nothing of the naughty undergarments I wanted. Her head was filled with the new spices just in. Gavin had been right on that head. Mrs. Landry had made a b-line to grab several jars of garlic, in addition to the fresh pieces she'd already dropped into her cart.

  Still resisting the call to please my lover with new lingerie, I kept glancing back over my shoulder to the area of the store where it was kept. Finally, I couldn't take it. “Mrs. Landry, I'm going to stroll around,” I called to her. She waved a hand in my direction, still consumed with her choices.

  As I rounded the corner to the aisle containing the red and black lace panties, I caught my breath. A cute number with wispy fur sewn around the top edge of the push-up bra was prominently displayed. I rushed over to run the satiny material through my fingers. Choices of red, black or white boggled my overheated brain.

  "Choose the red. It sets off your smooth creamy skin,” a deep voice said behind me.

  While the timbre did produce goose bumps on my arms and tickled my scalp, it was not my vampire lover giving me advice and admiring my skin. “Thanks,” I told the second sexy stranger I'd met at the supermart. What did they spray in the air over here to draw hot men? I needed to patent it. “But I didn't ask for your opinion."

  He pressed his hands together against his heart, “Oh, you wound me, lovely lady.” Somehow the wounded lover look didn't fit this man. Behind eyes almost black, lurked danger which sent a chill of fear rippling over me, even while I was attracted. Th
e man then reached a hand out to touch my face. A flash of Gavin's threat went through my mind, and I jerked away.

  "Um, thanks for your opinion, but I think I have it.” I was being rude, but part of it came from his attracting me. Don't get me wrong. Gavin was it for me, but that was the problem. Loving him meant I'd get my heart broken. Research on vampires led me to believe that their appetites for both blood and sex had often driven them to obtain multiple donors and lovers. Feeling insecure now that I had command of my life was foreign, and Gavin unintentionally made me feel that way.

  So when this tall, hot drink of water obviously wanted to pick me up, damn right I was tempted. Choosing an ordinary mortal over a vampire wasn't all bad. A tremor rocked me. Never mind the fact that it seemed that every part of Gavin's body had been manufactured for my express pleasure. And his endurance ... well, that didn't require explaining.

  Suddenly realizing I wasn't yet ready to jeopardize what I had, I smiled up at the stranger, prepared to tell him where to go. He spoke quickly.

  "Why do I get the feeling you are about to tell me to fuck off?” He chuckled, a sexy rumble though he seemed a little annoyed with me. Damn, a few months earlier. He reached out again, but this time to tuck a card in my hand. “Tell you want, if whoever you are seeing ups and forgets what a good thing he has, give me a call and I'll be happy to step in."

  Before I could respond, he turned on his heel and strolled away, leaving me to take in the view of his tight ass. Heated, I fanned my face with his card while I watched him turn the corner. This supermart was definitely a dangerous place for a single woman.

  When I arrived home after dark that night, I tossed my keys on the hall table, all of my bags in the dining room and kicked off my shoes to land wherever as I headed up to take a shower. Just as I slid from my jeans, I remembered the stranger's card, which I had tucked into my pocket. Removing it, I pondered whether to throw it in the trash or keep it. On a rash decision, I tucked it into my nightstand and dismissed it from my mind as I stepped into the shower.

  I had soaped up my back brush and was reaching with it over my shoulder when a familiar touch cupped my ass. “Did you know you have a perfectly shaped rear?” Gavin asked.

  "It that right? Hmm, guess it's a good thing since you have one to match.” I winked, looking back at him and offered my lips for a kiss.

  He pulled me against his naked body and lowered his mouth to mine. At the last second, he pulled back, his eyes narrowing. “What is that?"

  "What is what?"

  My lover swiveled me to face him and gripped my shoulders in a painful hold. I shoved his hands away. When I would have turned back to the warm spray, he held me still by my waist. “What is the scent I'm picking up?"

  Irritation that he had caught me, though I had done nothing and the stranger hadn't touched me, rose in my chest. “Knock it off, Gavin. I know you were there at the supermart."

  "Humor me. Had I been there, what would I have seen?” He held me in a grip I couldn't escape. Being manhandled was not my idea of foreplay, and I was ready to tell him so. I wriggled against him to free myself. It was a no go. I was stuck. Better to tell him the truth.

  "Okay, look, Jealous, a guy came up to me and started coming on to me, or rather he was trying to help me pick out lingerie, which I assume was his way of checking my interest in him. You don't have to go all ‘me Tarzan, you Jane’ on me, since I told him I was not interested. And I still say you had to be there because he most definitely did not touch me."

  The anger in his eyes did not lessen. The soft green darkened. “If he did not touch you, then how is it I'm picking up his scent? Unless...” Here he began sniffing over my skin, dropping down to his knees, even breathing deep between my legs. Now that was turning me on. I thought about grabbing onto his head and planting my moist box on his face, but wasn't sure how he'd react given his state of mind.

  Finally, he stood again, to my disappointment. “What did he give you?"

  My eyes widened in surprise, giving me away, I know. Yet I remained silent.

  "You prefer me to tear apart your home?” He spoke quietly, and I could have punched him. The man acted like he owned me. I could have multiple lovers should I choose. Never mind that we agreed. Still, what if I changed my mind?

  He waited silently.

  I sighed. “Fine, a business card in the nightstand."

  Stepping out of the shower dripping wet, Gavin didn't bother to towel off. He barreled through to the bedroom and snatched open the drawer. When he had examined the card, he held it up to me, his anger seeming to have multiplied tenfold. “See, this is why I need to make you a vampire as soon as possible! The fucking competition."

  I placed my hands on my hips, “Just try it, and I'll drive a steak in your heart!"

  We stood there staring at each other, until Gavin tore up the card in as violent a way as possible and then began a slow perusal of my body. Before his gaze reached my feet, I was wet and ready.

  Chapter Six

  Some believe make up sex is the best sex, but I disagree. A lover in an angry frenzy to prove himself as the only lover you need is without question the best that it can get. The strong and confident woman knows how to handle her vampire lover. And when Gavin led me over to the wall and commanded me to ‘spread ‘em,’ I knew I had him right where I wanted him.

  He started from the bottom, teasing the insides of my ankles, making his way up from behind me as I leaned against the wall. When he reached my rear, I squirmed nervously because he parted my cheeks to kiss the tender flesh there. I tried pulling away, but he hooked me in place with a couple of digits burrowed into my hole. The intensity caused me to go up on my tiptoes. “Oh, Gavin. What are you doing?” This was why the man was so good.

  I bit into my lip, my eyes watering. I wanted to move against his stroke, but it hurt and felt good at the same time. I didn't want it to end. The command Gavin had over my body was why I had considered another lover, to take away his constraints over me.

  "Do you want me to stop, darling?” He muttered as he continued his torture.

  "No, damn you,” I nearly cried. “You know I don't want you to stop."

  "And would you like me to make you cum, right here against the wall?” His pace increased.

  My mind screamed ‘no.’ “Yes, right here."

  His tongue at my pussy joined his fingers, and then he nipped at the imperfect folds down there, tugging ever so lightly that it almost felt like a relaxation technique. Mm, another move to be patented. But the gentle touches and nips didn't last long. I glanced down at my lover to find his eyes glowing red. It terrified and made me hot in the same instant. The vibration from his voice rumbled through my body as he spoke.

  "Now, you must be punished, my love—for daring to think of another man. You are mine, Jenna."

  "You don't own me,” I gasped when he pulled his hands free of my hole and smacked at my ass cheek. I cried out. “Gavin..."

  His stood as his fangs began to extend. I could almost feel the heat from his angry stare. A rough smack to my backside again nearly made me explode despite the sting. A few more followed by a gentle stroke had me convulsing against him as he pressed tight against my side, his fangs resting against my neck and his breath heating my skin.

  I stepped away from him but he lifted me into his arms roughly and carried me to the bed. When he dropped me down, I would have scrambled to the other side to run around to the door, but he caught my ankle and dragged me to the middle of the bed. Capturing both my ankles, Gavin lifted my legs high so that my rear rose from the bed, and without a by your leave, he plunged into my moist opening.

  He was barely inside before my body rocked in a violent orgasm. Even behaving like I was his property, which ticked me off, the man could satisfy my body. I groaned and cried out as the waves rolled over me, more intense than they had before.

  Gavin thrust deep, bouncing against my ass and making my breasts bounce. “Tease your nipples for me,” he demanded. />
  "No."

  I spat out the refusal, but my fingers found the tight buds anyway, rolling them between my forefingers and thumbs. I was almost stuttering as I whimpered his name when another orgasm hit my pussy. The wide head of his cock had found that glorious spot inside me that made me lightheaded as he bumped against it.

  As hard as my body rocked, utterly out of control, Gavin held me tight against him. Coils of sexual delight took hold, only to be increased when he commanded me to watch him slide his glazed shaft in and out of me. In my mind, I wanted to deny him, but my eyes were drawn to stare. Had I imagined it was impossible to have orgasms tumbling back-to-back, my vampire proved me sadly—or happily—wrong.

  Finally, Gavin pulled out of me and rocked back on his heels. He crooked a finger at me. “Come here.” Realizing it was pointless to fight against him, I sat up and crawled weakly closer to the object of my obsession. Impossibly, he was still rock hard. He pointed to his dick and said, “See this, Jenna? It's yours. All yours. I'll give you every inch, as long as you want it without hesitation."

  He captured me beneath the chin and gently encouraged me to ease closer to his rod. My mouth watered watching it. I wanted to taste it, even with my juices coating it. It was a part of Gavin, and I craved him. Hating that tears clouded my eyes, I blinked several times.

  As he stroked a thumb across my lips, he spoke again. “Do you want it, Jenna?"

  "You know I do, damn it, Gavin."

  He chuckled. I looked up at him and saw that his fangs had receded and his eyes were no longer glowing. On one hand I was glad, on the other, I had enjoyed his roughness, his spanking. If I asked, would he do it again? Would it be as good if he wasn't angry? Asking would let him know he was in control of me, if he had not guessed with my practically bowed before him.

  "What do you want, Jenna?” he asked softly.

  I wasn't ready to give in. Maybe I never would. “If I say I will not follow your rules, then what? If I say I want more than one lover, not to commit myself to any one man..."