Page 27 of Tryst or Treat (Season’s Readings #3)

V lad pushed Belladonna off his chest and sat up, staring into her eyes as he held her an arm’s length away. “This isn’t like the last time I drank from you,” he said. “That was merely a taste, but this? I could end up draining you because your blood is my drug of choice. You’re so fucking sweet, so unbelievably delicious. I crave you constantly, and drinking from you when I’m starving isn’t a smart idea. I love you for offering, and I want nothing more than to sink my fangs into that pretty throat, but I won’t risk your life.”

“But that’s just it.” Belladonna shifted closer to him, contorting her fingers in a spell, and vibrantly colored electricity sparked from her palm in a mesmerizing display. “The wards can no longer contain my magic. When you drink my blood, our connection grows, and when our bond is strong, so is my power. With how much magic I have pulsing through me, you could never drain me.”

“Be careful, little witch,” Vlad warned, his gaze turning predatory. “What you’re asking for is dangerous. I will never purposely harm you, but my craving for you, combined with my hunger… you might see a terrifying side of me.”

“It was just Halloween,” Belladonna whispered conspiratorially. “What if I enjoy being scared? What if I want you to frighten me?”

Vlad seized her biceps and yanked her close as his predator emerged. “Are you sure you want this, wife? Are you one hundred percent certain, because if even a small part of you is hesitant, I can’t?”

“I want you to drink from me,” she confirmed.

“Do you promise to stop me if you change your mind?”

“I won’t change my mind.”

“Promise me anyway.”

“I swear it.”

“Good fucking girl.” Vlad grabbed her hips and yanked her into his lap, and with one swift motion, he gripped the collar of her shirt and ripped. The fabric tore in a long slit, falling off her shoulder to reveal her breast. Vlad’s eyes filled with lust as he stared down at her stiff pink bud, and then he lunged for her.

Belladonna gasped as his mouth latched onto her nipple, but it turned into a moan as he sucked it deep into his mouth. His tongue danced over the hard peak, and within seconds, she was writhing on his lap. Her breaths came fast as her body flooded with arousal, and Vlad released her aching peak with a wet pop.

“Your blood tastes sweeter when you’re aroused,” he growled against her breast. “I fucking love the way you taste, wife. Don’t worry. Because you’re my mate, this won’t hurt.”

Belladonna wasn’t sure what he meant until his fangs descended. She yelped as they grazed her skin, and then Vlad slipped his hands up her back to hold her firmly against his mouth. His fangs pierced her, and he growled as he began to drink. Belladonna hissed in surprise, but he was right. It wasn’t painful. It was pure bliss. His fangs on her breast were as arousing as his tongue on her nipples, and while it surprised her that he hadn’t bitten her neck, she was glad he hadn’t. She thought she might pass out from the intensity, though, and suddenly all she could focus on was how hard he was beneath her. His impressive body was completely bare, and all she wore was his ripped shirt. Nothing separated them as she started to writhe, sliding over his impressive length as he drank, and with a wicked grin, she realized that if she ground against him, the head of his cock would slip inside her aching core. He was the biggest man she’d ever seen, thick and long and almost too much to handle, but she was destined for him. She knew she could take him.

She rocked forward, but as she moved, she caught sight of them in the mirror. They were sideways on the bed, their images unobstructed in the glass, and she fixated on her bare legs straddling his. On her exposed breast. On his fangs drinking her as his tattooed hand guided her hips. It was the single most arousing thing she’d ever seen, yet the reflection gave her pause. She stopped moving, and Vlad instantly registered her hesitation.

“Talk to me,” he said, pulling back from her skin, and she stared at the bite mark on the swell of her breast with fascination. For a second, she forgot her nerves and focused on the idea of her body covered in his bite marks.

“Belladonna,” Vlad's deep tone pulled her from her imagination.

“It’s the mirror.”

“You don’t want to watch?” His eyes flicked to the glass, and he grinned at her through his reflection. “You look fucking beautiful riding me. Don’t be shy. You are a magnificent sight to behold.”

“I’m not shy,” she said, grabbing his jaw and forcing him to meet her real gaze. “I’ve wanted to watch you fuck me in this mirror since my first night in this room, but I keep picturing the other women who slept here. I’m not mad that you had a life before me. You’re much older than I am, so it’s not jealousy… it’s just I see them when I look at the glass. I know I’m special to you, that I’m different, but the mirror makes me feel weird.”

“Every woman pales compared to you.” Vlad leaned forward and kissed her reverently. It was a kiss filled with respect and emotion, and Belladonna sank into his arms, basking in his love.

“I know,” she whispered against his mouth.

“But let me make myself very clear. I’ve never been married, nor have I ever drank from a partner. You’re the first and only one to hold those honors, and I’ve never invited a woman into this bedroom.”

“You haven’t?” Belladonna’s eyebrows shot up.

“Not until you.” Vlad gripped her hips and rocked her slowly, making it impossible for her to focus. “This room is my sanctuary. The place I want to share with only my mate, so you, little witch, are the only woman I’ll fuck in this bed. When you look in that mirror, know it’s only ever been you. It will only ever be you.”

“Vlad...” Belladonna lost all inhibition and tangled her hands in her husband’s hair. She dragged his head back down to her breast, watching in the mirror as the vampire she loved sank his fangs into her. That same overwhelming bliss shot through her, and she slid against him until his cock pressed against her opening.

“Good girl,” Vlad growled against her skin. “Take me, wife. Take me deep.”

“You feel so good,” she gasped as she angled her hips and plunged down on him. Both of them moaned at the incredible sensation, and Belladonna paused at the sudden sting. Her husband was so big that he stretched her to her limits, but she loved the way he filled her to overflowing, and unable to resist, she began to ride him hard.

Pleasure coursed through every cell of her being, and the sight of their joined bodies in the mirror was too much to bear. His massive tattooed body held her half-clothed one with sacred possessiveness as she used him, and with a scream she was certain would wake the dead, she came.

“Goddamn it.” Vlad captured her mouth in a fierce kiss as he slid off the mattress, carrying her with him. “I need you to come around me again. Your tight pussy is choking my cock, and I’m barely holding on.”

“Then don’t,” she challenged as he sat on the edge of the bed that faced the mirror.

“Nice try, little witch,” Vlad laughed as he ripped the shredded shirt off her body. “I will control myself because I’m not letting you off the hook so easily. You made me wait for months for our wedding night, and I’m going to make you come until you can’t stand before I fill this beautiful pussy with my cum.”

“Yes sir,” Belladonna moaned, loving the idea of taking him until she couldn’t walk. She wanted to be so sore when they finished that she would sense him inside her for days. She wanted the ache between her thighs to remind her who she belonged to.

“Do me a favor,” Vlad said as he lifted her off his lap and spun her until she faced their reflection. “Don’t use your magic to heal yourself until we’re done. I want to see my marks on you.”

“Yes, sir,” she said as he grabbed her hips and yanked her to a seat.

“Spread your thighs.” He hiked her legs over his, revealing every part of her to the mirror, and she blushed at how sinful they looked joined together as one. “I want you to watch me make you my wife in every sense of the word. ”

Belladonna opened, using her perfectly manicured hands to guide him inside her. She watched the reflection of his thick cock disappearing as she took every delicious inch, and then with a greedy moan, she lifted herself, staring at him withdraw. They moved slowly, enjoying the sight of her taking his incredible thickness so deep, and then both of them got lost in the passion. Their movements became frenzied, their breathing labored, and when Vlad slid his tattooed hand to her breast to frame the bite mark, she climaxed so hard that she almost passed out. The world was hazy and her voice hoarse from screaming, but she forced her eyes to remain open. She didn’t want to miss a single moment of their first night together.

“You take my cock so well.” Vlad lowered his fangs to her neck, still cupping her marked breast with his inked hand as his other dipped between her thighs to stroke her clit. “Don’t shut your eyes, wife. I want you to watch as I fill you.”

Witnessing him make love to her so thoroughly was too much to bear, and as his fangs sank into her throat, she knew she was addicted. She could have this man every day for the rest of eternity, and never be satisfied. She’d heard rumors of how intense emotions were between bonded mates, but she hadn’t fully understood how life-altering it could be until this moment.

She lifted a hand to grip his hair as she rode him, needing to anchor herself to her husband as he thrust harder and harder. She wanted to wait for him, to fall off the cliff together, but it was impossible. Her body convulsed, her pussy tightening around his impressive length, but the minute she came, Vlad pulled his fangs from her throat.

“Kiss me, little witch,” he demanded. “Kiss me while I come inside you.”

Belladonna obeyed, twisting her head to take his mouth. He tasted like blood and desire and love, and the instant their lips met, he exploded. His climax extended hers endlessly, and she reveled in the sensation of his cum filling her to overflowing. She’d never experienced this level of intimacy before, and it filled her with an overwhelming sense of love. This vampire was her entire world, and she didn’t care that he’d forced her to marry him. He’d immediately recognized what it took her months to realize. They were destined for one another.

“I love you, Belladonna,” Vlad said, hugging her close as he buried his face in her neck. He was still inside her, the embrace incredibly intimate, and she leaned her forehead against his, breathing in the air that he exhaled. “Don’t ever leave me. I can’t survive without you.”

“I won’t, I promise.” She kissed his temple as she sank against his chest, feeling safe and warm and at home in his arms. “Who else would put up with my cat obsession?”

“Hmm,” Vlad laughed, kissing a trail from her neck to her jaw, but when he reached her lips, he froze, his gaze snagging on the cats sleeping on their beds in the corner of the room. She watched in the mirror as his eyes counted the black animals, and she suppressed a giggle when he got to number six. “Oh my god.” He rolled his eyes as he tossed her onto the mattress. “Why is there another one?”

“Because you love me,” she laughed, spreading her thighs for him as he entered her for round two.

“I do.” He thrust to emphasize his words. “So, what are you going to name him? Hurry up before I call it Pain-In-My-Ass for interrupting us.”

“Hmmm…” She captured his face and kissed him deeply as pleasure built between them. “How about Frank?”