He groaned and tightened his grip on her thighs to hold her in place for the big finish.
“Malveaux!” she screamed, her body spasming in rapture.
After a moment, he raised his head and smiled, licking his lips. He crawled like a hungry cat up her body and then thrust his cock into her wet slit in one smooth movement. He growled low, gazing into her eyes. She fastened her legs around him, took him even deeper, and then encircled his neck with her arms, pulling him in for a passionate kiss.
He teased his tongue into her mouth, and she groaned, opening herself in every way.
They moved together as one, riding the wave as it exploded, the still-new sensation of sharing bodies and souls a constant surprise to each.
“Wow,” Tempest said as the vibrations pulsed through her body.
Malveaux lifted his head. “Eloquently stated, as usual,” he teased.
“I’d say ‘fuck you,’ but that would be redundant. Will I ever get used to these new vampire orgasms? Won’t my body explode or something?”
He chuckled and rolled to the side, pulling her close against his chest. “It’s not just the vampire part that makes them cataclysmic. It’s because you’re my offspring. The same blood runs in our veins. You’re mine.”
She slid her hand across his chest. “Yeah, yeah. We’ve been all through this. You know I’m not going to be anybody’s slave. You can kiss that fantasy goodbye. I call my own shots, pretty boy.”
“I don’t want a slave,” he said. “I want you. Nothing about this process turned out as I expected. You somehow managed to become my equal. There’s just something strange about your brain, or maybe it’s the way I feel about you. Maybe that was the fly in the cosmic ointment.”
She rose up on one elbow and gave him an innocent smile. “How you feel about me? How is that, exactly?”
He stared up at the ceiling, frowned, and cleared his throat. “You know. I mean you literally know because you can read my mind.”
“Maybe, but I want you to tell me. Out loud. I need to hear it.”
He shifted his gaze back to hers. “That’s too bad. As the song says, ‘You can’t always get what you want.’ Every relationship needs a little mystery. I’ll just let my actions speak louder than my words.” He cupped her breast.
She smiled. “Okay, mystery man. I guess I like you, too. How could I not, after you got the band a recording contract and a gig at the coolest club in L.A.? After waiting thirty years for my big break, you managed to get me on the cover of Rolling Stone in only six months.” She pointed to the promo photos hanging in ornate frames on the bedroom wall, thinking about how great it was that vampires could be photographed with the new technology. “You’re now officially pawing the tit of ‘The Year’s Most Exciting New Talent.’ I’ll admit it. I was totally impressed. One blast from your vampiro-eyeballs, and people were falling over themselves to do your bidding. You’ll have to teach me more about using my vampire ju-ju to make humans do what I want. I don’t have the hang of that yet.”
He gave her a quick kiss. “I told you I’d make you famous. As the saying goes, ‘You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.’ You’re getting pretty good at keeping the band members from being aware of the fact that their lead guitar player is now a bloodsucking fiend.” He pinched her nipple. “Not to mention the hidden life of yours truly, their new manager.”
She laughed and slid her hand down his stomach, heading south. “Yeah, but you know musicians. Give them a little smoke, some alcohol, junk food, and loose women, and they don’t ask many questions.”
He caught her hand just as her fingernails raked through his pubic hair. He smirked. “What was it your imaginary uncle said about me? I’m your what?”
She retracted the fingers that were inching toward his cock, and relaxed back into the bed, frowning. “I should never have told you. You’ll never let me forget it now, will you? I don’t believe in any of that soul mate shit.”
He leaned in and kissed her tenderly. “Yes, you do.”
She ran her fingers through his long hair. “Up yours. You’d better watch out. I could leave you any time, and find another bloodsucker to hang with. Then you’d be sorry for tormenting me.”
He smiled wide. “Good try, offspring. We’re bonded. Forever. Do you really want to leave me?”
She rolled over onto his chest and kissed him. “Nope. You’re stuck with me. Apparently for a very long time.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Well, what shall we do to fill all that time?”
She gazed down at his erection and smiled, walking her fingers down his thigh. She touched the drop of liquid beading at the top of his cock and raised her finger to her mouth. “Are there vampires in L.A.?”
He barked out a laugh, obviously surprised by the change of topics. “Yes, as a matter of fact, there are lots of us. You’d be surprised how many Hollywood celebrities and members of famous bands are vampires. There are even vampire gangs. Why do you ask?”
An evil grin blossomed across her face. “I thought after we get done screwing each others’ brains out, we could go piss off some more vampires. Fry some of the bad ones. That was fun.”
He laughed. “Ah, yes. I can see it now. Malveaux and Offspring, Vampire Assassins for Hire. That has quite a ring to it.”
“And speaking of rings, pretty boy. I want one. A big diamond, and maybe a queen-of-the-guitar-players crown, too. After all, we have to keep up appearances.” She kissed him.
“Well, that’s the least I can do.”
“You got that right,” she mumbled as her hand closed around his cock. “Shut up and kiss me.”
Hera St. Aubyn
Hera St. Aubyn was raised in the inner city of a large, Midwestern metropolis. She grew up loving books and music, and spent many years performing as a singer in various rock and roll bands around the country. Her love of all things metaphysical and paranormal drew her to vampire books. She still remembers the first time she read Bram Stoker’s Dracula and the resulting obsession with the children of the night. She loves writing erotic paranormal fiction and looks forward to honing her craft, spinning dark tales and meeting other paranormal fans. She also wouldn’t mind finding a gorgeous vampire tapping on her window one of these nights.
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