Wanton With a Vampire

by Cassandra Lawson

  “I love being in your bed,” she admitted. “It feels like I’m wrapped in your scent.”

  He chuckled. “Damn, you are something else.” Leaning forward, he kissed her gently. His tongue played along her lips, teasing her until she was ready to beg for more. As if reading her thoughts, Alek deepened the kiss while his hands moved along her body, caressing her gently. Soon, his movements became fevered and intense.

  Tearing his mouth from hers, he stared at her, clearly on the edge of losing control. “I want you to ride my face,” he rasped out. “I want to savor your sweet pussy while I watch your beautiful tits sway. Will you do that for me?”

  “Yes,” came her breathy reply. Funny how quickly Trish stopped caring about his promise to do all the work. All she could think about was getting Alek’s mouth on her. When Alek talked this way, it made her feel wild. Those words she would never use made her unbelievably wet when they came from Alek’s mouth.

  Alek rolled onto his back, staring at Trish as she climbed up onto her knees. The intensity of his stare made her both nervous and excited, which aroused her even more. She’d never understood how being nervous could heighten someone’s arousal before now.

  “Hurry or I might have to punish you,” Alek warned.

  “P- punish me?” she asked. “I’m not sure I want to play the way Caitlin and Justin play.” Even as she said the words, she knew that wasn’t exactly true.

  “I think you’d like some of it,” Alek said as his hand stroked her thigh. “When you’re aroused, a little pain can make things more intense, but you have to trust your partner. Do you trust me, honey?”

  Trish nodded because she couldn’t speak. Pain shouldn’t sound good, but it did.

  “Come here,” he said, and for once, she didn’t mind taking orders from a Draksel man.

  She’d never done this, so while she knew the mechanics, it was a little awkward positioning herself over Alek’s face. Two strong hands on her hips guided her to where he wanted her. Then those hands slid around the front of her body, spreading her wider so he could move his tongue along her clit.

  Her hips rocked back and forth instinctively as his tongue moved against her in masterful strokes, and his hands moved up her body to play with her nipples. She let out a startled squeak when he pinched one more roughly than she was used to. The sudden increase in her arousal was a surprise, and she arched her back to push her breasts further into his hands. He tugged and pinched her nipples, making her squirm more against his mouth. Her body coiled tighter and tighter until he nipped her clit lightly. The shock was enough to send her over the edge.

  She screamed out his name and, despite her orgasm, needed more.

  “Please, Alek, I need you inside of me now,” she begged as she moved off of his face.

  “Get on your hands and knees,” Alek said in a guttural voice.

  When she obeyed, she felt the palm of his hand smack her bare backside. It wasn’t a hard smack, just enough to give a slight sting and shock her.

  “Did you like that?” he asked as he tore open a condom package.

  “Yes,” she admitted, not at all embarrassed by her own reaction.

  His hand came down again, slightly harder this time, and she squirmed from the way it made her insides vibrate.

  “You look so fucking sexy with your ass shaking back and forth,” he said before slamming into her body.

  Trish was more than ready for Alek. She loved the way he felt inside of her, loved the way her backside stung a little as he grinded against her.

  “Harder,” she said, surprising herself with her own demanding nature, yet reveling in the power she felt. Alek seemed more than happy to give in to her demand, and soon, he was slamming into her body over and over again. Her next orgasm hit so suddenly, she froze and screamed as she tightened around Alek.

  “Fuck!” he nearly screamed as his penis jerked inside of her body.

  Alek stayed behind her, rubbing her backside for several moments. Finally, he pulled out and got up to dispose of the condom. When he returned to the bed, he wrapped her in his arms. “You are absolutely incredible.”

  “Mmmmm,” was all she could manage. Sated and exhausted, she fell asleep in Alek’s arms.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Trish’s boss had sent an early morning text, asking if she could touch up photos another photographer had taken while the other photographer dealt with a family emergency. The client was expecting the photos by the end of the day, and her boss never missed a deadline.

  After grumbling about how Trish needed more time off from work, Alek brought her something light to eat and left her to work. Three hours later, the photos were perfect and her stomach was rumbling, so she’d decided to go down to the kitchen for a snack.

  Now, she found herself in a strange situation. Nathaniel’s house was huge, and Trish had spent very little time here, so it was still somewhat intimidating. Since she’d started hanging out with Nathaniel, he’d been living in the small cottage on the property, meaning that’s where she went when she visited him. At the moment, she was lost in the maze of hallways, which was her own fault, because she’s the one who decided to take a different staircase.

  She was beginning to wonder if she should call for help, when she spotted Isaiah working on a computer in a room she passed.

  “Hey Isaiah!” she said.

  It took him a moment to pull his attention away from the computer screen. “What are you doing at this end of the house?” he asked in a distracted voice.

  She caught a glimpse of the police report on his screen and wished she hadn’t. “Oh my God! Why are you looking that up? Is it for one of your jobs?”

  Isaiah shook his head. “This is just some personal research.”

  Trish had to wonder why he was researching a twenty year old case about a man who’d murdered his wife and tried to drown his baby in a bathtub, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to ask.

  “I was looking for the kitchen,” she explained.

  “I’ll walk you there,” Isaiah said, closing the laptop. “You’re pretty far from that end of the house.”

  “I went down a different staircase and got turned around,” she admitted.

  Isaiah gave her a shy smile. “That even happens to people who live here sometimes, so don’t feel bad.”

  As they walked down the hallway in silence, Trish’s curiosity got the better of her. “Why were you researching that case?” she asked. “It seems really horrible.”

  “You didn’t see the worst of it,” he said. “This is just something I need to do. Promise you won’t mention any of this to Justin.”

  Trish knew many people would use this as an opportunity to force Isaiah to answer their question, but Trish wasn’t most people. “Should I be worried about you?”

  Isaiah laughed, something he hadn’t done very often in the time she’d known him. “Most people don’t even need to ask that question after my breakdown.”

  “Is what you’re researching going to make you have another breakdown?” she clarified.

  “No,” he said with a sad shake of his head.

  “As long as you aren’t going to hurt yourself or anyone else, I won’t tell Justin,” she assured him.

  “No innocent people, or me, will be harmed as a result of my research,” Isaiah said.

  “Okay, I won’t tell Justin,” she said.

  “This is about Mary, that girl I killed,” Isaiah admitted.

  Trish stopped walking. “Why are you researching her? What does she even have to do with that case?”

  “She was the baby,” he explained. “The one that almost drowned in the bathtub.”

  “That’s why her father was in prison?” Trish asked.

  “He was paroled a little over a year ago,” Isaiah replied, not really answering her question.

  “How long was he in prison?” she asked.

  “Ten years,” he said.

  “That’s not very long for killing his wife and trying to kill h
is daughter,” Trish said.

  “That’s not what he went to prison for,” Isaiah said with a hint of anger. “He was never charged. The police were sure he did it, but there was no evidence, and he had an alibi. The alibi was a woman he was having an affair with.”

  “So, why was he in prison?” she asked.

  “Assault with a deadly weapon,” Isaiah said. “Second conviction on that charge. The man has a history of violence, which is why the grandparents got custody of Mary, not that her father fought them on it.”

  “I guess she was lucky he didn’t want her,” Trish said.

  “Yeah, but it makes me mad that he got away with hurting her and her mom,” Isaiah said.

  “Please tell me you aren’t going to kill him,” Trish said as a sick feeling washed over her.

  Isaiah said nothing.

  “You said you wouldn’t hurt anyone,” she reminded him.

  “I said I wouldn’t hurt anyone who was innocent,” he countered.

  “You don’t really know he’s guilty,” she argued.

  “That’s easy enough to find out. I can make him tell me the truth,” Isaiah said, as if it were the easiest thing in the world. Of course, it probably was an easy matter for the Draksel men.

  “Even if he confesses, you can’t go around killing people,” she said. “And if you say anything about him being human, I will smack you. I’m sick of this elitist vampire thing you guys have going on.”

  Isaiah’s lips were twitching. “Actually, I wasn’t going to say anything of the sort. I’m not as much of an elitist vampire as the rest of the family.”

  “So, you won’t kill him?” she asked.

  Isaiah was quiet for a long time, making Trish wonder if she’d have to talk to Justin about what was going on— something she didn’t want to do. Justin was grumpy and distant most of the time, but he loved his brother, and this would make Justin think Isaiah was on the verge of losing his mind again.

  Finally, Isaiah spoke. “I won’t kill him.”

  “Good,” she said with a smile. “I’m glad you’re going to drop this.”

  “I didn’t say I was dropping it, just that I won’t kill him. Before you ask about hurting him, I promise not to commit any acts of physical violence against this man,” Isaiah assured her.

  “I guess that’s the best I can hope for,” she mumbled.

  As they neared the foyer, Trish was relieved to recognize her surroundings.

  “You can make it the rest of the way on your own, right?” Isaiah asked.

  “Yes, thank you for walking me over,” she said.

  “No problem,” he said before leaving her.

  Trish wasn’t sure what they had in the kitchen, but she figured if she rummaged around, she’d find something to eat. Sure enough, there was leftover pizza in the back of the fridge. Now, she just had to figure out where they kept the plates.

  “Forget it,” she said, giving up her search of the massive kitchen. “I’ll just eat it cold from the box.”

  That’s how Alek found her, sitting at the breakfast bar, eating cold pizza from the box.

  “I could have fixed you something for lunch,” he said.

  “Ha!” she said after swallowing her bite of barely edible pizza. Seriously, the owners of the pizza place should be jailed for making pizza this bad. “I might have spent hours trying to find you in this place.”

  “You could have called me,” he said.

  “I refuse to become one of those people who calls or texts people in the same house. It’s just plain ridiculous,” she said.

  “In most cases, I would agree with you,” he said as he grabbed a slice of cold pizza from the box. “But this house is so big, it only makes sense to find out where someone is before setting off in search of them.”

  Alek took a bite of the pizza, and Trish couldn’t help but giggle at his disgusted expression. Still, he finished chewing and swallowing before setting the piece back in the box. “This is truly awful!”

  “I totally agree,” Trish said. “There are so many good places to get pizza, yet they chose this one.”

  “Maybe they were trying something new,” he suggested. “That would explain the leftovers. Drop that piece back in the box, and I’ll fix omelets.”

  He didn’t need to tell her twice. “I love a man who can cook.”

  “That’s why I cook for you. It’s all part of my diabolical scheme to make you fall in love with me so you’ll let me do whatever I want to your body.”

  Trish laughed, but she was far from amused. Falling in love with Alek was such a bad idea, but the man was just too tempting. Frowning, she tried to remind herself of all the reasons to avoid getting too attached to Alek, but it was hard staying focused on those reasons while Alek worked in the kitchen. No joke, it was a huge turn-on watching him cook, especially when she was this hungry.

  “If you don’t stop staring at me like that, I’ll burn your omelet while I fuck you on the breakfast bar,” Alek warned in a guttural tone.

  Trish blushed. “There are people in the house.”

  He gave her a playful grin. “They’re all busy with the babies.”

  “No sex in the kitchen,” Trish said.

  “Any kitchen? Or are we just talking about this kitchen?” he asked as he scooped the omelets onto plates.

  “This kitchen,” she said. “I suppose this kitchen might be okay if we knew no one was home.”

  Alek chuckled and set the plates down. “I really enjoy your naughty side,” he said. “Are you sure I can’t interest you in just a little fooling around on the breakfast bar.”

  “Don’t even think about it,” Justin said as he walked into the room. “People eat on there.”

  Alek snorted. “I’m sure you and Caitlin have had your share of fun in this room.”

  “Behave, Alek,” Trish warned.

  He let out an exaggerated sigh. “Fine, I’ll stop picking on my uptight nephew.”

  “Does that mean you’ll offer to feed your nephew?” Justin asked.

  “There’s leftover pizza,” Alek said, gesturing to the box.

  “I can’t believe we didn’t throw that out the other night,” Justin said with a shudder. “Worst pizza I’ve ever had.”

  “Yet you left it there for me to eat,” Trish grumbled.

  Justin shrugged like he didn’t care, and he probably didn’t.

  “I should let Alek do naughty things to me on the breakfast bar, just to get even with you for that,” Trish grumbled.

  Justin laughed, and Alek just shook his head.

  “You’re very hard to resist when you talk dirty like that,” Alek said.

  “I shudder to think what would happen if she said fuck,” Justin said under his breath.

  “Did I just hear my uptight husband using profanity?” Caitlin asked from the entrance to the kitchen.

  “Why do people keep calling me uptight?” Justin asked. “I’m not that uptight.”

  “Yes, you are,” Trish argued. “You shouldn’t use profanity, because it sounds weird when you do. It’s cute when I use it.”

  “Loathe as I am to admit it, she’s right,” Caitlin said. “It’s not like when Hannah uses profanity and it’s prissified to the point of being funny. When Trish does it, it’s like when a little boy is trying to say peanuts, but just can’t seem to get the ‘t’ sound in there.”

  “Only you would think of that,” Trish said.

  “Not true,” Caitlin insisted.

  “You’re right,” Trish said. “Only Lydia would think of that. You’d just repeat it.”

  “I pretty much stole it word for word from a conversation I had with Lyd,” Caitlin admitted.

  “Figures,” Trish said.

  “Did you finish working on your pictures?” Alek asked as he polished off the last of his omelet.

  “Yes,” Trish said before taking another bite. At this rate, her food would be cold before she was halfway done. “Now, I have no idea what to do with my time.”

/>   “There’s plenty to do here. Do you ride?” Alek asked.

  “Like horses?” she asked.

  Caitlin snorted. “No one can say that head injury affected your intellect.”

  Trish chose to ignore Caitlin.

  “Yes,” Alek said. “Nathaniel has four.”

  “I know,” Trish said. “He’s been trying to teach me how to ride, but it seems to be a skill that doesn’t come easily to me.”

  “So, you don’t enjoy riding?” he asked.

  “No, I enjoy it. Trust me when I say there are a lot of things I’m not good at but still enjoy,” Trish said.

  “It’s true,” Caitlin agreed. “You should see her line dance.”

  “I’m good at that!” Trish argued.

  Caitlin snorted. “Yeah, right.”

  “Whatever,” she said with a wave of her hand. “I think I’ll pass on trying to ride a horse today. Something tells me the bouncing won’t be good for my head.”

  “We can keep the horses at a walk,” Alek insisted.

  “I suppose that wouldn’t be too bad,” Trish said.

  “I guess, since you’ve ridden with Nathaniel, there’s a helmet that fits you,” Alek said.

  “Mine is in the supply room by the stables,” Trish told him.

  “You have your own helmet?” Alek asked in surprise.

  “Nathaniel bought it for me when he decided to teach me how to ride,” Trish explained.

  “It’s things like this that made people believe the two of you were a couple,” Caitlin said.

  “They’re not,” Alek stated a little too forcefully.

  “Yeah, we all figured that out already,” Justin said.

  Normally, Trish would do more to intervene in their argument, but she was hungry and this was the longest uninterrupted eating stretch she’d had. So, she let them continue to bicker about the stuff Nathaniel did for her.

  “I’m surprised he didn’t get her a credit card to use,” Justin said.

  “He tried to give her one to use on days she has Hope,” Caitlin added. “It’s not like Trish has her all the time, but Nathaniel was worried she might run out of diapers.”

  “A credit card?” Alek asked. “That’s the kind of thing a man gets for his mistress.”