Page 25 of Hot Vampire Next Door: Season Three

He wraps his hand around my throat and kisses me gently, then nips at my bottom lip.

“Okay, I give in,” I say. I want more than this. I want his hands on me. I want him inside of me.

My clit is swollen and needy and without thinking, I reach between my legs, desperate to rub myself.

But Bran snags my wrist and tsk-tsks. “Come on, Mouse. We have a party to attend.”

“Wait.”

“No.”

I wanted him to bend me over a desk and fuck me. Or throw me on a fainting couch and punish me with his cock. Not this prolonged torture.

Wrapping his hand around the back of my neck, he steers me like an animal from the room, the plug still buzzing.

I’m finding it more difficult to walk the more the pleasure builds. The layers on the plug cause friction with every step and the vibration pulses from my clit to my ass.

Fuck, I’m about to go rabid.

“Bran, please.”

When we reach the ballroom again, Bran stops me at the threshold and says at my ear, “Before the little mouse decided to play games, she should have asked herself if she knew how to win.”

Then he pushes me into the ballroom.

Episode 41

Darker Thoughts

BRAN

Hitting the OFF button for the plug, I give the little mouse a break as she stumbles through the party.

She holds herself up on the back of a chair and sucks in a deep breath.

Her cheeks are flushed.

I’m going to fuck her hard later, make her scream my name.

But not yet.

I am a patient man. I think she forgets that.

My little mouse is always too eager to plot how she’ll win.

Once upon a time I warned her not to play games with me, but I think I’m eating my words.

I’m enjoying this far too much.

Taking a deep breath, Mouse straightens, smoothing down the front of her dress. I know she’s drenched and thinking about her soaked panties has me so fucking hard, it hurts.

I track her through the party as she nears the bar a little unsteady on her feet.

The band switches music and plays Handel’s Water Music Suite No. 2 just as three vampires approach. One of them says, “Bran, can we tell you—”

“No.”

I grab a tumbler of scotch from a passing waiter and sling back half of it.