Chapter 37: Chpt 37: Creamy Thighs 18+
This was the part that Alaric hated, but he had to admit, he’d been looking forward to it this time.
This time the results of her mesmerism would allow them to take the next step forward in their relationship—and set down roots for the future.
Steve-O met her gaze obediently, one eyebrow arched at first, but it flattened quickly enough.
His eyes widened, pupils dilated, and pores started pouring sweat as Vladira spoke her command.
"You are going to sign this property over to us for an unbreakable ten year rental agreement for three hundred dollars a month.
You will not bother us ever. When there is a problem with the utilities, you will repair it on your own dime. Now—revise the paperwork and call us when you’re ready.
We’ll be here in the meantime."
"Yes, Mistress," he said, eyes unblinking as he immediately made for the door to do as she commanded.
Vladira’s gaze shifted from one of focus to one of lust. She turned her full attention on the vampire hunter, placing her palms on his chest.
"Now— while he works on that, Laric Darling, what do you say we break in the
bedroom?"
Alaric made a fist and nodded as the door closed behind their soon-to-be landlord. "It shall be done."
With a yip of excitement, Alaric tossed the vampire queen over his shoulder like a sword and carried her to the bedroom.
It was small, and not so much a room in and of itself as it was a corner of the apartment
with a banister separating it from the living room area and the kitchen—but it had a mattress, and that was good enough.
There was no bed frame, and there were no sheets, but those matters were not concerns in the monster hunter’s mind at the present moment as he felt the hump of her ass, his hand resting atop it just before he slung her down upon the makeshift bed.
"Take off your clothes," Alaric growled as he
practiced what he preached.
His eyes raked her pale form ravenously as his desire welled up inside him, finally reaching the point of no return.
He took off his shirt, and his pants, but Vladira didn’t move. She sat there on the mattress, almost frozen with a drunken grin spreading across her face.
"What are you doing, woman?" Alaric grumbled. "I said strip."
"Strip me yourself," she rasped with an impish smirk.
"Have it your way," he muttered, kneeling between her creamy thighs.
"Rip the dress off my body," she instructed him. "Tear it to shreds. Wait! The dress, the dress! Not the fucking hoodie!"
Alaric almost groaned as he was made to lift her off the mattress in order to gingerly peel the hoodie off of her—but the black polka-dotted dress was ribbons a second later.
With one strong grasp and pull, he ripped it all down the middle from breast to hem.
From there it came off easily once he broke the straps, and the sight that lay beneath him was one so precious, so beautiful that it gave him pause.
He licked his lips as his vision was
overwhelmed with the sight of her, all pale skin and the most perfect shape a woman of her stature could possibly possess.
She stared up at him with a loving gaze, her cheeks flushed red. As he leaned forward to kiss her, he felt her heart beating in her chest—a surprise to him each time.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him and mewled sweetly in his ear at the bliss of their naked skin making fresh contact.
There was nothing between them now. He could feel her tiny nipples dig into his torso, could feel her wetness pressed against him underneath his navel.
Her tongue licked his lips, and he just let her do it, let her taste him how she wanted to
—giving in.
For a few seconds, he let her field the kiss on her own, luxuriating in the desperate energy that radiated from her as her tongue darted between his lips and seemed to want to clean every last corner of his mouth.
He caressed her back gently as he began to return her kiss, but she raked her nails down his until his skin broke.
"You’re mine, Laric," she giggled happily. "You’re all mine, finally."
"Almost," he said as he moved down to her neck, kissing her there, inhaling deep of her uniquely sweet aroma.
Unable to help himself, one hand greedily cupped her breast, kneading it gently, then squeezing, exploring until he felt bold enough to pinch a nipple.
She reacted blissfully—and he noted with surprise that he had felt nothing in his own nipple from the bloodbond. Recalling how Vladira had stated when their bond was
stronger, it might fluctuate or change, that made some sense.
He sought her back for blood—since she scratched him there, he had to know if she had bled or endured pain as well.She hadn’t.
There wasn’t even a hint of a mark.
He would have time to broach that subject later. From the way she twitched beneath him, he knew that she was thinking the same thing, but neither of them were in the frame of mind to discuss the topic.
Instead, she moaned a horny moan into his mouth as two of his most dexterous fingers
found the dewy lips of her flower, running them up and down the seal of her slit to ease and prepare her for his grand entrance.
"Make love to me, Darling," she cooed, taking a break from the kissing to look him in the eyes, her arms hugging his neck possessively. "I belong completely to you."
Alaric wasn’t in the best mood for talking. He lined himself up with her entrance, almost losing his composure as the tip of his endowment pressed sweetly against her womanhood—the promise of what was about to happen left him momentarily breathless.
Reveling in the perfection of her, he latched on to one of her nipples with his lips as he slid slowly inside, easing himself in—not sure what he expected to feel.
