I saunter toward him, rising on tiptoes to whisper low and steady. “Do you want to punish me, Daddy?” Deliberately, I drop the shoe in my hand. It thuds on the floor. “Oh boy, what a pigsty.”
Vane exhales sharply. I turn away with a laugh, continuing to finish my bedtime routine. But Vane grabs me, scoops me up,and throws me onto the four-poster bed. With a shriek, I bounce against the mattress.
He cages me beneath him. Anticipation coils low in my core, sharp and sweet.
“It’s not wise to provoke a vampire, Desiree.”
The wetness gathering between my legs is impossible to ignore. “Is that a threat?”
Vane smirks. “Threats don’t seem to work on you anymore. Maybe I should try punishments instead.” He flips me over on to my stomach, then jerks my hips up. The blankets muffle my gasp as he yanks my skirt up, exposing my bare ass to the cool air.
Our sire bond allows me tofeelhis emotions as if they are my own. Right now, he’s justifiably annoyed but also mad with desire. I wiggle my butt, taunting him.
“You’re right, I’ve been a bad girl,” I tease. He stills. “Maybe I need a spank?—”
Vane cracks a hand against my flesh. A gasp leaves my lungs, but the brief sting transforms into a rush of blissful sensitivity. My skin is hyperaware of his every touch.
“Again?” he taunts. “Or do you promise to behave?”
“You sound more like my dad than my mate,” I reply, muscles clenching for more of that addicting heat.
This time, when he spanks me, the sound sears through me like wildfire. A high-pitched whimper escapes me before I can stop it. I float; nerves buzzing as slick heat spreads and dampens my inner thighs. I need more of him, his hands, his mouth—every inch of him claiming and filling me.
“Youdoenjoy being punished,” Vane observes.
I’m not looking at him, but I feel the bed shift. Is he leaving?No.
“Are you fucking edging me?”
My body is strung so tightly it hurts. I could snap. My hips strain for friction, for him, for anything. The hunger is deep, pulsing, and impossible to ignore.
“No, please… I’ll be good. Just touch me. I need you.”
Vane peers over his shoulder, offering a smile that makes tears of arousal fall from my eyes. He unzips his fancy carry-on bag. “On the contrary, I’m getting you something to help take that edge off.”
“What is it?” I sit up, and the throb between my legs worsens.
Vane reaches into the bag and pulls out a sleek black box. He breaks the seal and takes out what looks like a wand with a blunt, circular head. No way. He’s not serious, is he? Before I can ask, he presses a button, and a rough, vibrating sound scrapes my ears. My breath sputters.
“A vibrator? You brought avibratorto my brother’s wedding?”
His smirk widens. “I packed with your pleasure in mind, sweetheart.”
“Why not just touch me yourself?” I challenge, trying to hide my sudden shyness behind a façade of bravado.
Vane chuckles. “Are you nervous, Desiree?”
I roll my shoulders back. Am I? I’ve experienced all kinds of kinky sex with Vane, and I’ve used vibrators before, but never with someone else, never with someone watching my every reaction so intently.
There needs to be honesty between us, so I admit, “Yes.”
Vane’s eyes warm. “You are in control here. What do you want to do?”
I bite my lip. I don’t want playtime to end. “Give it to me.” I reach out my hand.
Vane smiles. He hands me the silicone-covered device. It’s heavier than expected, yet soft in my palm.
“How do you want me?” I ask.
