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Tempest didn’t usually enjoy driving on snow-covered roads. All that slipping and sliding made her feel like she was out of control, and she didn’t ever like feeling out of control. ButMalveaux seemed to be as good at driving as she hoped he was at everything else. She kept her hand on his c*ck during the whole drive over, and the damn thing just seemed to get harder and bigger. She couldn’t wait to meet it in person. They pulled up in front of the fancy new hotel, and people converged on them from the lobby. The valet rushed over to the driver’s side of the car, took the keys fromMalveaux and drove away into the bowels of the building. A doorman dressed in an elaborate, military-type uniform, carrying an open umbrella, scurried over to shieldMalveaux from the frigid onslaught. He managed to sneer at Tempest’s leather jacket while being an ass-kisser forMalveaux’s benefit, the umbrella conveniently too small to accommodate her. If the doorman had been a dog, he would’ve been whimpering and showing his belly, hopingMalveaux would give him some of those tasty green paper treats.
The doorman scowled at her as he ferried them through the ornate glass doors into the high-tech lobby.
Normally, she would have said something to shock him, but she was having such a good time that she decided just to ignore him and his snobbery.
It was interesting to watchMalveaux work the room. She wasn’t sure she bought his story about not being a mob guy because he certainly had everyone on the hotel staff jumping. They just couldn’t do whatever he wanted quickly enough. He managed to talk the hotel into giving them a room on one of the floors that hadn’t been officially opened yet. For maximum privacy, he said. The staff seemed to be nervous, or something.A hyper Tony Soprano kind of thing. He certainly used his gorgeous eyes to good advantage.
After checking in and making it clear that they didn’t need to be escorted to their room on the twentieth floor, they stepped into the softly-lit elevator, finally alone.
“Come to Mama, big boy.” Tempest leaped up, wrapping her legs aroundMalveaux’s hips, throwing her arms around his neck. She heard him make what might have been an amused sound, before his mouth was covered with hers. Holding her weight easily, she felt him slide one hand under her ass, while the other stroked the back of her head. She moaned as they deepened the kiss, mouths yielding and tongues exploring. He tasted so good.
She didn’t notice when the elevator stopped, and the doors silently parted, butMalveaux obviously did.
He walked into the hallway, still carrying her, and headed toward their room, the thick carpet muting the sound of his steps. He paused in front of a door, used the key card he still managed to have in his hand, and effortlessly opened it.
“Holy shit.”
She’d had sex in some interesting places -- a few of which reminded her that she hadn’t always used the best judgment when there was an orgasm in the offing -- but never in a luxurious room like this. Actually, it wasn’t a room. It was a suite.Onehelluva fancy set-up.
She unwound her limbs fromMalveaux and landed on her feet with a bounce on white, deep pile carpet.
Spreading her arms wide, she spun in a circle, laughing.
“You really know how to show a girl a good time.” She danced around the large living room, noticing all the amenities. Not only was there a fully-stocked, marble-topped bar in the corner, but a bottle of champagne sat iced in a bucket next to the couch. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had bubbly.
And she’d probably never had the expensive kind somebody likeMalveaux would order. She glided over to the champagne, and then turned toward her quiet host. Expecting to find him smiling at her, she was surprised by the serious expression on his face. For lack of a better word, he looked hungry . His eyes were locked on hers, their brilliant blue sparkling like lasers.
“Whoa. That’s one intense look you’re giving me,fella . I bet I know exactly what you want.” Dropping her father’s jacket on the floor, she stalked over toMalveaux .
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“Master, the silver Jaguar.It’s been seen.” Quadejerked his head, following the movement of the pale, slender vampire who’d burst into the room.
Leaping up to stand in front of the quivering messenger, he smiled. “Are you sure it’s his?”
“Yes, Master. Our source is dependable.”
Quadethrew back his head and laughed.
Chapter Four
Malveauxwatched the tantalizing female cross the room, her slender h*ps undulating in his direction, and felt his c*ck stiffen even more painfully against the zipper of his pants. The musky scent of her arousal flooded his nostrils, and his fangs throbbed inside his gums, aching to be released.
He’d always had a potent libido, even when he was human, and he was used to the physical sensation of managing a raging hard-on that seemed to have a life of its own. But over the past few months, his sexual drive, or more specifically, his frantic need to bury his c*ck in any willing or unwilling pu**y, had taken a turn toward obsession. The evidence for the truth of the legend was piling up, and he’d been searching for the perfect thrall -- the most yielding sexual servant -- to service him for as long as he found her interesting. It was clear that he needed to create his first “child.” He hadn’t been completely conscious of his quest, but the subtle programming imparted by his vampire “parent” had thrust him on a relentless mission to create his own “family.” He understood now that resistance was useless. He needed to create as badly as he needed blood to survive.
The human female aroused him to frightening levels. He had a strong urge to rip his pants off, jump on her, pin her to the floor, and ram his c*ck into her hot pu**y until she screamed. And then to bleed what was left of her.
He watched Tempest pull her thin, pink tank top languidly over her head, exposing surprisingly large, full br**sts tipped with rosy ni**les. Her skin glowed ivory in the soft light. She stood in front of him, palming her tits, lifting them up to him, as if making a sacred offering. An offering he had no intention of refusing.
“Yes, indeed. I do know what you want,” Tempest whispered.
He held himself back, caging his raging inner beast, almost drowning in the exquisite torture of anticipation while she rubbed her ni**les against the front of his coat. He wanted to jam his fingers up inside her, to ravage her, to spread her legs wide and fill her with his aching cock. But he waited, letting it build, postponing the ecstasy he knew would come.
Malveauxhadn’t ever performed the turning ritual before, but he knew intuitively how to enslave her and to enthrall her. He’d drain her old life away, one ambrosial drop at a time, and give her a new one, a life of service to his passions.
Meeting her eyes, he sent a quick mental suggestion, letting her know very specifically what he wanted.
What he needed. She smiled, took a couple of steps back, and pulled off her boots. Tossing them across the room, she opened her jeans and shimmied out of them, letting them fall to the floor around her smooth calves. Tempest moved with the sexual grace of an exotic dancer.
Her candy-pink tongue darted out to wet her lips. “You’re never going to forget this night.”
He smiled, knowing that she’d forget everything he decided to make her forget. His eyes roamed over her body, which was now na**d except for a skimpy pink thong. Dropping his coat on the floor, he growled deep in his throat. Faster than a human eye could see, he reached over and ripped the thong away, enjoying her small yip.
Her body was beautiful. He wondered if the dark triangle of hair hiding her pu**y lips was as soft as it looked.
“Your turn now, pretty boy,” she whispered.
She reached to pull his T-shirt out of his pants, and he grabbed her wrists in a fluid motion, locking them in one hand, raising them over her head. Her body stretched taut, her toes barely touching the floor. She gasped. Surprise and excitement flashed in her dark eyes, and she moaned softly.
He captured her gaze and smiled. “Yes. It’s definitely my turn.”
Still holding her easily with one hand, he used the other to unzip his pants. Finally set free, his c*ck sprang out, thick and ready. He pushed the leather down far enough for his balls to slip out, and then he rubbed himself against Tempest’s silky mound.
“Oh, yeah.That’s it. I knew you’d have a big cock,” she moaned. “Are you able to leap tall buildings, too?”
He smiled at the Superman reference and held his breath while grinding his penis against her warm skin.
Feeling entranced, he closed his eyes and reveled in the sensations. His fangs descended slightly, just enough that their sharp points extended beyond the rest of his teeth. Running his tongue over their edges reminded him that there was only one thing that could make this experience better, and he would get to that soon enough.
“Open your legs for me,” he said, voice low and husky.
Without another word, Tempest raised her legs and wrapped them around his hips. He released her hands and sent the mental command that she put her arms around his neck. He cradled her delectable ass in one hand and slipped his other hand in between their bodies, inserting a finger into her slick, wet heat.
She groaned loudly and began rocking herself gently back and forth against his finger.
He stroked her clitoris, coated his finger with her juices, and lifted the aromatic finger up to his mouth, sucking the sweet wetness.
“Your pu**y tastes even better than it smells,” he said. “I love a succulent pu**y. Tell me what you like.
What do you want?”
“Fuck me hard,Malveaux . Stick that bad boy inside me before I explode.”
Her words drove him mad. The feral growl that rumbled from his chest should have frightened her, but she only moaned more urgently, encouraging him to possess her body.
He backed her over to the nearest wall and pressed her soft, pliable body against it. Holding her ass with both hands now, he leaned into her body, spreading her legs wider. With practiced control, he rubbed his c*ck against her juicy slit, blending his pre-come with her wetness before plunging into her hot flesh.
She screamed as he pounded his c*ck into her wet vagina.
Reaching up, she grabbed handfuls of his long hair and brought his mouth to hers. He kissed her deeply, devouring her lips, his tongue moving rhythmically in time with the thrusting of his c*ck in her pu**y as she whimpered her need.Malveaux felt his fangs fully descend, and he nicked her tongue with the razor-sharp point, causing a throaty gasp to erupt from her. The taste of blood in his mouth pushed him over the edge, and he felt a huge orgasm approaching. Sucking on her tongue to increase the blood flow, he groaned and pumped harder.
Tempest’s body tightened on him, her inner muscles began to ripple and milk his cock, bathing him in a gush of her juices. She screamed her cl**ax as he built his own. Clouding her mind with a hypnotic suggestion, he shifted his mouth to her neck, found the pulsing vein, and sank his fangs into the hot, sweet river of blood waiting there.Drinking the crimson elixir while his c*ck pumped inside her filled him with such ecstasy that his orgasm became almost painful in its intensity.
He’d vaguely been aware that she’d come two more times while he fed. Emerging from his pleasure frenzy, he finally noticed that Tempest lay motionless against his chest. He felt a sudden jolt of panic as he wondered if he’d taken more than he’d meant to. Wouldn’t it just be perfect if he’d finally found a human he enjoyed, and he’d killed her before making full use of her? What the hell good was the drive to create an offspring if he wasn’t able to control himself during the process?
He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back, afraid of what he’d find. To his relief and amusement, her mouth was fixed in a wide smile, and he could feel the wisps of breath blowing gently from her nostrils.
Shaking his head at the close call, he erased her memory of the blood drinking and mentally suggested that she’d had the best orgasm of her life. Since he was sure that was true anyway, the suggestion wouldn’t be resisted. He’d give her more mental commands later so that she wouldn’t notice the bite marks on her neck. He could heal the small wounds usingthe coagulate in his vampire saliva, but since he’d only begun his feasting, it seemed unnecessary.
“Tempest?”
His voice roused her from the pleasant daydream he’d planted, and she tightened her legs around his hips, her va**na contracting around his c*ck again.
“That was right up there with the top ten best f**ks I’ve ever had. You’ve got some awesome equipment there, pretty boy. And you’re not too shabby in the performance department, either.”
He laughed. “I was just getting warmed up. The night is young.”
“You got that right.” She eased her h*ps back, freeing his erection and slid down his body. She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the bedroom.
Malveauxallowed her to take charge this time. He knew from tasting her blood that they’d be a good match. She would serve him well. He felt himself relaxing for the first time in months.
“I want to see the body that’s underneath these clothes.”
She maneuvered them next to the huge king-size bed. This time when she attempted to pull his T-shirt over his head, he cooperated. Throwing the shirt on the floor, she ran her hands over his smooth, muscular chest and leaned in to lick his ni**les.
“Do you work out or is this just another one of your genetic bonuses? Or are you really from the planet Krypton?”
“I’m just one of those lucky guys with a greatmetabo --”
His words were interrupted by an unexpected loud groan as he reacted to her yanking his leather pants down his legs and sucking his c*ck into her mouth.
He lowered himself down onto the edge of the bed, fisted his hands in her hair, and guided her head in a gentle motion, encouraging her to take more of him as he became rock-hard again.