Page 4 of I Dated a Golden Vampire (Blind Date Corporation #21)

His fingers stroked her exposed back and shoulders as he pulled the thin straps off her shoulders, and then he broke the kiss to nuzzle her neck and convince her to turn to the side. Her shoulder was kissed and nibbled. Her nipples were tight, and her skin had goosebumps, but it wasn’t from cold.

Cabree threaded her fingers through his hair and petted him slowly, kissing his neck in response.

She whispered, “Do you want me to address you as Patron, Denog, or my lord?”

His breathing was fast. “Denog. I want to hear it.”

She sighed softly with a slight whine. “Denog, then.”

He chuckled. “I think I need to speed things along.”

“Don’t tear the dress. It’s all I have to wear tomorrow.”

He chuckled. “There is a thought.”

“I don’t have enough nerve to strut through the casino naked, but I can and will steal a sheet and do the walk of shame.”

He laughed. “Then, let’s make sure it doesn’t come to that.” She felt him focusing on her as he undid the zip that loosened the dress around her hips.

With gentle strokes of his fingers, the dress slid off her shoulders, snagged on her hips, and then was coaxed into touching the floor.

She touched him with careful fingers, stroking the smooth line of his chest and shoulder, using more of her hand as she moved her digits across him.

He smiled. “You are being so careful. I feel like I am being memorized.”

She blinked. “I could hurry if you liked, it is up to you, Patron.”

“Denog.”

She looked at him through her lashes. “It is up to you, Denog.” She cupped his jaw and pulled his head down to her.

Kissing him around the fangs, he groaned softly into her mouth. He pulled her against him, and he was warm, really warm. Cabree moved up against him and swayed slowly in his grip. His erection prodded her belly, and she moved from left to right against it.

He wrapped his arms around her tightly and chuckled. “Your heartbeat is steady with a slight elevation.”

“You are analyzing me?”

“I analyze all my lovers. I hate the taste of pain or panic.” Denog stroked her neck.

“Fair. So, what do you want first? Sex or blood?” She looked up at him.

He smiled. “Both.”

He lifted her and settled her on the bed.

He braced himself on his arms and moved down her body, tasting her, scraping his teeth lightly and flicking his tongue against her until she gasped and shivered.

She gasped when he licked his way down her belly, circling her navel before he asked a question that froze her with mortification. “Is your period gold as well?”

She nearly bolted, but he gripped her hip.

“I was here, and I just wondered.” He chuckled. He stroked the soft skin under her navel and above the fluff of her pubic hair.

She blushed. “I should have asked your preference for grooming.”

He chuckled. “There wasn’t time. But this is fine. You are soft all over.”

She covered her face. “Oh, fuck.”

Denog’s fingers moved to stroke her folds, and when they parted, his fingers slipped forward.

His chuckle made her tense. She kept her face hidden as he slipped one finger into her, then another.

Then they started stroking in and out. She tried to clamp his arm with her legs, but he laughed and elbowed her thighs wide open.

She squawked in surprise, and he didn’t laugh.

He simply bent forward and tongued her clit in rhythm to his fingers gliding in and out.

Air huffed out of her, and her hips rolled against his hand.

She could feel her arousal building rapidly, and he continued slowly licking, flicking, and sucking at her while a third finger worked its way inside.

Her breathing got faster and faster, and then a light bite where his tongue had been made her scream, “Denog! Oh, fuck!”

She arched, and he held her there with the careful bite until she sobbed. He slowly eased her down.

He licked her inner thigh, and she tensed, but he merely slurped his fingers out of her, and then wet, rhythmic sounds came to her ears.

The golden blood sucker moved over her, and he smiled. “You called my name.”

She swallowed. “Yes. You were the one who brought me, so you got the credit.”

He growled against her neck, and she felt him easing into her. She gasped and lifted her hips, but he dropped his weight on her and held her down.

The fit wasn’t exact, but he was determined, and her body yielded to his. It didn’t yield gracefully, but eventually, he was in, and she was panting with the effort to accommodate him.

“Aw, pretty one, you are doing so well.”

She blinked and gasped, mentally trying to make more room for him, but that wasn’t working. To Cabree’s senses, there was more of him inside her than she possessed.

He eased back and rocked forward.

She let out a little squeak.

He chuckled and did it again.

She moaned.

Denog paused, put one of her hands on his left side, and the other on his right. He wanted to be held. She held on as he started a wave of slow thrusts and retreats. Cabree wrapped her legs around his thighs, and she dug her nails into his back as he began to go faster.

Sweat bloomed on her skin, and he slid against her.

She felt another orgasm building and let out a soft whine as each thrust took her closer.

When she clutched at him and whispered his name against his shoulder, she shook as her body tightened against him.

She moaned long and low while she trembled under him.

There was a soft growl and the burn of pain as he bit her shoulder, and he drank. Heat splooshed inside her, and she trembled as it felt like he was trying to climb inside her. Cabree stroked his hair as he continued to drink.

He wasn’t taking a lot, but he was enjoying himself. “Ah, Denog.”

He shuddered, and his hips shoved into her again.

Long minutes later, he opened his mouth, and she could see her blood on his tongue and teeth. He licked slowly at the punctures, and she could feel him swallowing.

She was slippery, sweaty, wet, and impaled. It probably qualified her to be an escort by now.

He looked at her and kissed her softly. “Cabree, you are amazing.”

She blushed. He smiled and pulled out of her, turning her to her side and wrapping her in his arms.

He said, “Lights to ten percent.”

The sudden dimness blinded her for a moment, and then she relaxed against him.

“Do you have night vision?”

“No.”

He chuckled. “Lucky me.”

“What?”

“I get to see you, as bright as daylight.”

She looked up to where his head shadow was. “Sorry, I am glowing.”

He smiled. “It isn’t a problem. May I have you a few more times before you leave?”

“Sex or blood?”

“Sex. Your blood is amazing, but it feels like cheating when you surrender so easily.”

She smiled and blinked slowly. It was more activity than she was used to.

She cuddled against him and ignored the wet drip between her thighs.

She woke when there was a warm, wet press between her thighs. There was a kiss to her temple, and she heard a soft, “Go back to sleep, Cabree.”

He settled behind her and held her in his arms. She smiled. She had always wanted to be the little spoon.

Hands moved over her, warming her. Cabree was on her belly, and he eased one leg up to make her available.

He touched her carefully, making sure she was slick before he moved over her and worked his way back in.

She dug her fingers into the bedding to brace herself as he started to move in her, sending her back and forth on the slick sheets.

He moved his arms, and one was under her breasts, squeezing and teasing, and the other long fingers were on her clit as he moved on her.

Every thrust moved her on his hands, and she grunted with every impact.

His body was slapping hers, and this position scraped him against her G-spot.

She mewled and grunted and tried to rock herself against him, but she was pinned.

Denog nuzzled her neck. “Isn’t this a fun way to greet the dawn?”

She groaned. “To think I made do with a cup of coffee.”

He laughed and said, “Just relax, just feel. I will take care of the rest.”

She stopped pushing against him, relaxed in his hands, and let the pleasure come.

Cabree shivered at his touches, her nipples throbbed at his touch, and her clit grew more sensitive as she was moved over his fingers. It was a strange hug, but after a few minutes, her throat whined with every motion until she gasped and shivered, whining, “Denog.”

He shuddered at that, and she felt his release. He groaned softly in her ear. “Oh, sweet. You feel so fucking sweet.”

He dropped on her, and he was one large active. She blinked. It wasn’t until now that she caught the size disparity. He was covering her on all sides.

He snorted. “Now you get some fear?”

“It’s stupid. I didn’t appreciate your height.”

He leaned up. “That’s it?”

“Yup. You are over twice my weight. The physical disadvantage just struck me. I am sorry for my stupidity, Lord Denog.”

“I don’t know what triggered your shift, but you had no problem with me all night.”

“It must be the approach of dawn. The contract is over, so my safety is no longer assured. I have to leave.”

He withdrew, sat up, and hauled her onto his lap in a few smooth moves. The kiss he gave her was rough, and he whispered, “Why do you think I would let you go anywhere?”

Her pulse spiked, and she hoped that it sent the signal. She really needed that failsafe to work.