With a cry, I come, my channel pulsing, fluttering, pushing down on him, making Dominik groan against my neck. I am pinned by him, like a specimen butterfly. I am at his mercy. He could turn me, he could take me, he could do anything, but instead I have a pair of stunning dark eyes on me as thrusts once…twice…a third time and then he explodes within me, hot cum painting my channel, taking advantage of the orgasm still rippling through me, my breath ragged, my entire being on fire because of him.
“Galambom,” he rasps. “If I was not already undead, you would have my life.”
“Is it done?” I ask, my hand cupping his strong jaw.
Dominik looks down at his work and smiles a fanged smile.
“It is. And you look even more beautiful with my mark on your skin and your sweet cunt filled with my spill.”
He kisses me on the lips as I attempt to recover my breath, already knowing he’s able to go again in a moment.
Outside the room, there is a clatter of what sounds like a trolley, and I can’t help myself. I laugh.
“If this is what you have in store for me, Dominik Király,then I’d better start wearing those big sweeping dresses all the vampire females prefer. I can see why.”
“The easier access I have to your body, my dove, the better,” he growls. “In fact, perhaps you should stay naked in my nest.” He holds me easily with one hand against the wall as he strokes my hair back from my face.
“You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” I gaze into those incredible eyes, ones which I’m sure have hypnotized many an unfortunate human. “But then where would I hide my stakes.”
“Stakes? As in stakes plural?” Dominik queries. “You have more than one?”
“Usually. Just to keep you on your toes, vampire,” I respond, nipping at his fingers. “Don’t ever forget who is the predator and who is the prey.”
“I doubt very much I’ll ever forget I brought a Van Helsing into my nest.” Dominik grins at me, all fangs and crinkles at the corners of his eyes.
And I don’t think I’ll ever forget I entered his nest willingly.
I hope I don’t regret it.
Dominik
“We havea reception to attend tonight, my dove.” I take Lucy’s hand and kiss it gently.
Her stunning eyes open, and she stretches her free hand above her head, her soft shirt, one of mine, lifting to display her stomach because it’s only done up with two buttons.
I have only had my Lucy in my nest for two weeks. So far, she has been accepted by my progeny and by the thralls, two of whom have been taken into our confidence, so she gets the sustenance she needs. Fortunately, as I have my own wing, the chances of her having to go anywhere else within the building are negated, and we can continue with our presence in the occasional public event.
Like the one tonight.
“A reception? A public one?”
“It’s for the opening of a renovated wing at the national gallery.” I suck one of her fingers into my mouth and give it a little nip. “I have provided a considerable amount of the funding.”
“You mean you laundered a bunch of money.”
I raise my eyebrows at her.
“You know my methods.” I lean in to kiss her, trailing my fangs down her neck and over where I bit her after she saw the doctor, making her shiver. “But at least it is supporting a good cause.”
“Vampire retirement funds?” She chuckles throatily.
Lucy is at her very best like this, fragrant, warm, and completely fuckable. Something I fully intend taking advantage of…
Except she has gone, out of my arms, out of the bed, and across to the large carved oak wardrobe which dominates this room.
“I’ve got nothing to wear.” She looks over her shoulder at me, her sleep tousled hair ruining the line of my trousers immediately.
“I anticipated you would say that.” I snap my fingers and the door opens.
