She jumped and exclaimed, “Ahh!”
He rubbed the offended cheek a few times before he struck her other cheek. She whimpered. He rubbed again. Then he brought his hand down for several quick hard slaps, holding her in place with his left hand on her low back. “Ow! Uh! Oh!” She was trying to get away from him now and he figured she’d had enough. He dipped his fingers between her legs and was not at all surprised to find she was beyond wet. And he was hard. She moaned as he moved his fingers along her slickness. “Please?” her voice was a tiny squeak.
“How do you want it?” he said, his voice low and gravelly, his fangs long. She tried to turn around and he released her so that she could. She let her shorts and panties drop to the floor and slid back on the desk, spreading her legs and drawing her knees up. The sight of her spread open to him like that was more than he could take. He normally wasn’t a fan of the neatly trimmed bush look that was so popular these days, but on her it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. He growled and pulled off his pants, grabbing a condom from a box on his desk.
It was better than he could have imagined. Her pussy was so swollen with desire that she felt as tight as a virgin when he slid into her. His body temperature ran low and she was on fire—her heat engulfed him, heating his blood, making him half lose his mind with hunger. Within minutes, they had knocked everything off of the top of his desk and her torso was laid back fully with her ankles hanging up over his shoulders. He pumped into her, watching her face as it moved through pleasure into fierce desire and finally the flicker of panic that precedes a female orgasm.
“Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!” Kate called out as she came, her head thrown back and her eyes rolling.
Her orgasm spurred his, and he came hard, groaning and gripping her well-toned thighs. Keeping their hips connected, he pulled her up to sit and tilted her head back to expose her vein. “May I?” His voice was hoarse with desire.
“Yessss,” she said breathily. He struck quickly and savored the taste of her—warm, delicious, erotic, with the tang of alcohol. He came again and she squeezed her legs around his waist, drawing him in tighter. She was smiling. When he finished, he sealed the little holes with the blood-clotting and healing properties of his saliva and kissed her nape.
“Thank you,” he whispered in her ear.
Of course Fox picked that moment to barge in, as locks were completely ineffectual at keeping
vampires out. His fangs shot out and he hissed. “What the fuck are you doing to her?”
He pulled out of Kate and held up his hands as Kate jumped off the desk in search of her panties and shorts. “It was consensual,” he said quickly, pulling his own pants back up. A vampire with his
fangs out is nothing to mess with—even if he is your friend. “You can ask her.”
Kate nodded. “Absolutely.”
“You took advantage of her.” The fangs had retracted a little but Fox was still pissed, and Dom
couldn’t blame him. He would feel the same way if he knew someone hijacked Kate while she was in an obvious state of intoxication.
Fortunately, Kate spoke up. “Do I look like I didn’t like it? It’s totally cool,” she said firmly.
Fox looked doubtfully from one to another, but his fangs were back where they belonged. “I came up to make sure you were okay,” he mumbled.
Kate rubbed her head where it had been bleeding. “Yeah, just a cut and bruise, I think. No real harm done.”
“You want to go to the after-party at Andrew’s?”
“Sure. I’ll meet you downstairs,” she said.
Fox left, throwing one last doubtful look over his shoulder and Dom reached into his pocket for
his cash. He paid almost everyone under the table at No Return. It saved him money and they all appreciated it. “Here’s your pay for tonight. I ought to dock it because you didn’t finish the last set, but…” he stroked and then gently slapped her firm little butt, “I feel like we’re even.”