Page 26 of Hot Vampire Next Door: Season Five

“Never. In any world. In any scenario.”

“I know, Bran.” I take his hand and bring it to my mouth, kissing the ridge of his knuckle. “It was just to buy us time to get us back here so we can do the unbinding.”

His other hand comes up taking a chunk of my hair. He puts just enough pressure on his grip to prove to me who is in command.

“Over to the couch, Mouse.”

I dutifully follow the order and he keeps his hand in my hair, pushing me down so my belly is resting on the arm of the couch.

The cushions sink beneath me as he lines up behind me. We’re still fully dressed, but I can feel the thick ridge of him through his pants pressing against my ass.

He yanks on my hair, forcing my spine to S-curve, my head to come back. His voice is a tantalizing whisper at the shell of my ear.

My pussy is throbbing now, primed for his touch. But he’s not ready to give in yet.

“I will not share you either,” he warns.

“I know.”

“No other man, human, vampire, or fae, is allowed to touch what’s mine.”

His fingertips press hard against my right hip, and I wiggle my ass against him, causing him to growl.

“But I’m not above showing you what it’d be like.”

“What?” I gasp out and try to look at him over my shoulder. But he puts pressure on my head again, forcing me down, my ass in the air.

“Don’t move,” he warns.

I sense the air shift as he darts away. I can’t tell which direction. I stay firmly in place, following his rules, because I want whatever wild punishment he’s come up with. I want to get lost in him for just a few minutes longer. He’s always been the best distraction for when my life gets shitty and complicated and scary.

A door shuts and locks a second later and when I dare to peek at Bran, rimmed in the soft, diffused light of the kitchen, I find him holding one of my toys — a giant, hot pink dildo.

Episode Eighty

I BELONG TO BRAN DUVAL

Excitement spikes in my chest as soon as I see Bran holding the dildo in the rim of light spilling from the kitchen. I know what he intends to do with my toy—he’s going to fill me up, in both holes, and while I don’t ever want either of us inviting another into our relationship or our bedroom, I do like the idea of Bran making me feel just a little bit naughty by pretending we have.

He comes over to the couch, his footsteps slow and deliberate, and every step makes my heart beat a little harder.

There’s fire in his eyes, the same kind of heady anticipation that is bubbling up in my lower belly.

“This is an awfully big cock, Mouse,” he says, holding the toy up at his crotch.

“Not as big as yours,” I tell him, and I would know.

His smile is smug. He already knew that.

When he reaches the couch where I’m still draped over the arm, he shoves the end table aside so he can place himself right in front of me. “Open up.”

I pop my lips open from him and he guides the dildo into my mouth. The silicone is cold, slippery, but it’s ridged like a real cock, with a hard, round head.

My enthusiasm gets the best of me and I swirl my tongue over the head as Bran slides it in and out, his hand gripping it by the shaft.

He sinks down, crouching in front of me. “I’ve never watched you suck a cock from this angle, this close. It’s fucking hot, Mouse. Don’t stop.”

I pick up the rhythm, closing my eyes so I can pretend it’s him in my mouth, while it somehow feels sexier knowing how intensely he’s watching me, almost as if I am fucking someone else.