Page 61 of Hot Vampire Next Door: Season Three

“Oh god, no.” I focus on him, pleading with my eyes.

“I’ve only had half my fill of you, little mouse,” he says and steals the heat of his cock from me.

“Bran.” I whimper and pull at the binding. “Please. Stop teasing me.”

He drops to his knees. “Spread your legs for me.”

I widen my stance and he lifts one of my legs, draping it over his shoulder.

In the mirror across the bathroom, I watch him as he leans into me and devours me with his mouth.

I exhale with a rush and arch away from the wall, the hook capturing me by the belt.

I am entranced by the reflection, by the sight of the back of Bran’s head as he moves against me, lapping me up.

The sight of him, the feel of him, the sensation of the flat of his tongue against me makes the pressure build and build.

“Oh my god,” I say as he dips down to my entrance and fucks me with his tongue, then comes back up to my clit, nipping at it, causing me to moan and quiver.

I’m buzzing and burning, chest heaving. If it wasn’t for the belt and the hook, I’d be sinking to the floor.

Bran repositions himself, his hand trailing up my thigh, then closer and closer to my wet slit.

“You’ll come in my mouth,” he tells me. “I want to taste all of you when you let go.”

He fills me up with three fingers, stretching me.

“Go on,” he orders and sucks at my clit.

“Shit. Oh fuck.”

He licks and sucks and fucks me with his fingers and the orgasm slams through me and I buck against the wall.

Bran holds me still with one arm hooked around my thigh.

He leans into me as I cry out, riding the wave through.

“Look at yourself,” he says up to me. “Watch how you glow.”

As the orgasm spasms through me, I force myself to look at my reflection as I tremble all over.

I’m flush, sweating, shaking.

But he’s right.

There’s something otherworldly about me in this moment as the pleasure fills my veins and my own juices drip down my thighs.

I’ve never felt so empowered. Even when I’m strapped down by a belt to the wall.

Bran pulls his fingers from me and stands in front of me, his lips swollen from the effort of eating my pussy.

“Did you learn your lesson, little mouse?”

I sag against the wall and he unhooks me, unlatching the belt. “Yes,” I tell him, even though I think it’s a lie.

He catches me when my knees buckle once I’m free.

His arm winds around my waist as the other arm hooks behind my knees and he carries me to bed. I’m practically boneless when he lays me on my side.