Page 56 of Hot Vampire Next Door: Season Five

Bran takes another long drink of my blood, groaning against me as his hard cock grinds into my thigh.

He pulls back just long enough to tell me, “You make me lose my fucking mind, Mouse.” He drags his tongue over the puncture wound and a shiver races down my spine as the soft golden light catches the dark wetness before his eyes slip closed and he swallows it back.

“You have to drink,” I tell him. “You can’t hold off like that.”

He smiles at me, eyes burning orange in the dim lighting. “Don’t tell me what to do, little mouse.” His grin turns dangerous. “That’s my job.” His hand comes to my shoulder and drives me down to my knees in front of him.

My clit buzzes with excitement. Sometimes, with Bran, the way he controls me and teases me with his words is more potent than any touch.

He’s straining against his underwear as he takes a fistful of my hair and wrenches my head back. With his other hand, he drags his thumb over my bottom lip, parting my mouth for him.

“Be a good girl for me, Mouse,” he says.

He doesn’t give me further instruction, but I know what he means.

I grope him first, provoking him, and a growl rumbles in his chest.

Wrapping my hair around his knuckles, he pulls hard, angling me up to him. “Don’t tease me, Mouse. Not tonight. Open up.” He pulls down the waistband of his underwear, freeing his cock. He prods my mouth with the head and when I open for him, he plunges inside, immediately filling me up.

“Fuck,” he says on a growl, pumping his hips into me. “That’s what I need. I needed your tight fucking mouth wrapped around my cock, the taste of your blood on my tongue.”

I suck in a breath through my nose as he holds me in place, using me for his pleasure.

I’m buzzing all over, feeling dirty and so fucking needy for him.

I’m dripping wet, burning with desire, but in no rush for him to be done with me.

I love it when he can’t think of anything but me, anything but the pleasure I give him.

His pace picks up and he wraps his hand around my throat as he spills in my mouth. It’s a hot spurt of cum, too much almost and I have to quickly swallow it back, tears burning in my eyes.

He pulls out, lets me take a deep breath, before saying, “Clean it up, Mouse. All of it.”

Another drop of cum leaks out of him and I swipe my tongue over the slit, following his command.

Gods I want him to touch me.

I’m particularly a writhing ball of wicks needing desperately to ignite.

Lips swollen, eyes still teary from being fucked brutally in the mouth, I look up at him. “Fuck me or touch me or do whatever you want with me,” I tell him. “But I need you.”

In a blur of movement, he hoists me up over his shoulder and carries me to the bed, tossing me down. Using his vampire speed and strength, he has me fully naked within seconds.

“Hands on the headboard,” he orders and I scurry over the thick duvet, doing as he commands.

As he lines himself up at my entrance, he reaches around, capturing my breast in his hand, teasing my nipple.

I push back against him, wanting him inside of me, and he gives me a smack across the ass for it.

“Be patient, Mouse.”

I practically whimper beneath him.

He plays with my nipple, pinching it, causing me to jolt beneath him and I feel the answering swell of his cock against me.

“Please, Bran,” I say on a moan.

His hand sinks between my legs, two fingers swirling around my clit. “Hear how wet you are, Mouse?”