Page 32 of Hot Vampire Next Door: Season Three

“I will not.” He carries me over to a leather chair and sits with me, cradling me in his arms. He shuts off the plug. “Open your legs.”

I pry my knees apart, thighs quivering, body still jolting through the aftershocks, as he reaches down, and gently takes the plug out. It glistens in the golden light. Bran drags his tongue over the petals.

“Fuck, Mouse,” he says, his eyes burning again. “You taste so fucking good.”

Another tingle rocks through me making my toes curl. Bran sets the plug aside and tucks me closer.

“I’m going to put you to bed,” he says, his mouth at my temple. “Clearly that was too much for you.”

I laugh against him and snuggle into his chest. “No, it wasn’t. It was just enough.”

“Did you learn your lesson?”

I tip my head back to look up at him. He’s mopped up the blood, but his lips are still stained red. “If you’re asking if I’ve learned my lesson not to provoke you, the answer is absolutely not. That was incredible.”

“Mouse.” His voice is edged in warning.

“I made my life choices. I’m not going to regret them.”

He sighs and runs his fingers through my hair. “You will be my undoing.”

“I’m just getting closer to your gooey center.”

“Never say that again.”

“I know the truth.”

“Mouse.”

I smile against his chest, close my eyes and drink in the scent of him, knowing damn well that whatever version of Bran I get, it’s not the same as what other people get.

He may fuck me into oblivion, but being snuggled in his arms, surrounded by the strength and solidity of his grip, is enough to tell me I get the very best version.

We stay there for several minutes before Bran rouses me.

“Let me take you to bed.”

“Fine.” I am sleepy. And my legs are still a little wobbly.

When I get to my feet, I can feel cum leaking out of me, but of course I don’t clean up. I know better.

Bran threads his fingers with mine and pulls me into the hallway.

And we run right into Sky.

Almost like she was waiting for us.

“Well,” she says, eyebrow arching as she takes in the sight of me a little disheveled, “I think the entire house might have heard that.”

My face pinks.

“Didn’t know you had it in you, Jessie,” she adds.

Bran goes rigid, drops my hand, and closes the gap between him and Sky. She backpedals and slams into the opposite wall, but there’s laughter in her voice.

“It must just kill you,” he says down to her.

She curls her mouth. “What’s that?”