To publicly stake his claim on me in front of all the vampires, and to make sure we throw off any and all suspicions about him and me, both.
“I thought you weren’t sure you could ever scene with me in public?” I tease.
He pins me to the shower wall by my throat and my pulse spikes even as a flood of moisture pools between my thighs.
His other hand slides in there, two fingers easily gliding inside me while he leans in close. “Whatwas that, love?”
I’m too horny, too eager for him, my body craving him and his domination over me. “You heard me, Sir.”
Oooh, there’s the evil smile.That’swhat I wanted.
He hooks his fingers perfectly inside me, thumb on my clit and slowly massaging exactly where he knows I need it. “Tonight, I’m cuffing your hands to a cross and letting you feel my singletail all over your back. I’m going to lick every welt I leave and not let you come. Then, I’m going to fuck you and make you beg for me to bite you and make you come.” He licks my cheek. “Everyone’s going to see the needy, horny girl willingly asking for my marks.”
Yes, please!
His hand withdraws from between my legs, and I’m already whimpering and pleading for more, making him chuckle. “Not right now. You can’t come until we’re at the club.”
I feel like pouting. I guess I actually give him pouty lip, because next thing I know, I’ve been spun around and his bare hand is spanking my ass, every impact pressing me against the shower wall and firing my need.
Dammit!When’d I become a masochist?
Apparently, he turned me into asluttymasochist.
Well, slutty only forhim, obvs.
I totally understand sweetbloods now, why some of them are addicted to the process. I guess I am, too.
Only for this particular vamp.
Anyone else tried it, I’d rip their dick off and feed it to them before I stabbed them with a pencil.
I guess it also makes sense now why I never wanted to be with another vampire besides Dexter—because I’m basically an Alpha, too. It took someone like Dexter, a very old, strong vampire with more than enough of his own Alpha in him, to break through my natural defenses. Someone not only strong enough, but someone comfortable enough in his own skin, without something to prove, someone worthy.
I miss Zuzu and hope he can find someone like that for him. I told him we could help him adopt a houseful of children needing his huge heart full of love.
I know Dad and Dexter are right that I have to let Zuzu live his life, but I feel like I already lived one, and now I want him back in it.
After our shower, Dexter dresses me the way he wants me dressed—a tight, short black dress with spaghetti straps. No panties, no bra. The Jimmy Choos.
A leather collar he buckles around my neck. A collar that is huge and leaves absolutely no doubt it’s a collar.
Show-off.
The ring, for tonight, is locked in the safe here in the apartment. That way there’s no risk of losing it. I’ve mastered the signaling and homing abilities with it and can even cross with it during full moon.
Knowing I can do that helped ease my separation anxiety with Dad and Zuzu. Dexter bought them a home close to the stones, and that’s a base of operations, for now.
Dexter’s hand sharply connects with my ass. “Mind on me tonight, girl,” he says. You belong totally to me, and everyone’s going to see that.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I’m not about to press my luck there. Last time I tried to, he introduced me to tease and denial.
Anyone says that’s not torture is a damned dirty liar.
Dexter wears jeans, a black button-up shirt, a midnight blue vest I love, the black boots, and the belt.
Ahhh, the belt. Next to his hand, that’s been used on my ass almost as frequently.
