Page 7 of Unhallowed Murder (A Paranormal Halloween #2)
Chapter Six
Josef awakened in his bedroom at the coterie house and looked at the clock. Nearly four thirty. He reached out with his mind but couldn’t find the mouthwatering Lieutenant Veronica Woods. Ronnie .
He’d asked Abbott to send breakfast, and he reached out with his mind once again to see who was in the house. Ahhh . His Master had sent him the spicy little smart-assed journalism student. The little wolf was currently in their living room, doing homework on her laptop.
He telepathed her image to one of the werewolf security team. Bring her to me.
One of the nice things about dying instead of sleeping was that he could get ready for the next day before dawn took him. He opened his door to let his breakfast in, and motioned towards his settee .
“You’re only on the menu for a feeding, but in that little miniskirt, I’m wishing I’d asked for someone fuckable.”
This young lady wasn’t opposed to fucking, she just wanted to be able to pick and choose, depending on her mood. Josef could clearly see she’d have taken him up on it if she didn’t have plans for later. Still, it would’ve only taken the smallest suggestion to sway her, but that wasn’t playing fair.
Besides, Abbott didn’t allow his people to manipulate the thoughts or willpower of his sheep without express permission.
Josef didn’t make her turn him down verbally. No need in making things awkward. She hadn’t taken a seat yet, so he sat in his wingchair. “Sit in my lap. I can come in from behind and keep from mussing your hair. Do you want pain or pleasure? Orgasm, or not?”
“Pain, with an orgasm at the end, please.” She shook her head. “What if I lean against the wall and you do me from behind? Can I use your facilities to fix my makeup?”
The image in her head had him in her ass and tears flowing down her cheeks. The little thing was craving pain, and she knew from experience his cock was thick.
“Of course, deliciae .” It wasn’t often he could use Latin and be understood, but Amara smiled at the term of endearment. It roughly translated to delight, or pleasure, and this little thing was certainly both.
Would the little tiger want him to feed on her alone, if she accepted him as a lover? Or would she understand a powerful vampire must feed from his full political spectrum.
Or would she even accept him as a lover?
Since he understood Amara didn’t want to muss her hair, he ordered her to lift her miniskirt to her waist, remove her panties, lean over the back of his settee, and grab the wooden arms. She had to stretch to reach, but she managed.
“Give me permission to compel you to hold on.”
“Permission given.”
“ You will not let go until I or my Master commands it. ”
He’d removed his pants and underwear already, and he put the barest amount of lube on his cock. The girl wanted pain.
Josef could enjoy all kinds of sex, and didn’t need to hurt his partner to reach orgasm, but he enjoyed the occasional sadistic encounter. Plus, her blood would be divine with the chemicals released during what he intended to be a brutal ass-fucking.