Page 45 of Vampire Savage

“Yes, Daddy,” she says, her voice thick with lust.

I run my hand down her back, stroking her reverently before slapping her ass with a loud crack. She shouts, and I’m already groping her cheek, spreading her wider for me. “Such a good slut for Daddy.”

I press into her, guiding my cock with one hand and gripping her hip and holding her still with the other. She hisses and her body tightens up around me.

“Take it, baby girl,” I order between clenched teeth as my head forces its way into her channel.

She cries out and thrashes her head. “It hurts, Daddy.”

“I know,” I tell her, my balls tightening and lightning crackling along my spine. “But you’ll take it for me like a good girl.”

Wren is magnificent. Taking my cock in her ass with no preparation and nothing but her own slick and blood lubricating the way. I push in deeper, passing her tight entrance until I can grip her hips with both hands and sink the rest of the way into her. She’s crying, shaking under me, and the fresh scent of her arousal makes me pulse inside her.

“So deep, Daddy,” she gasps out. “I can’t—I can’t—”

“You will.” I pull out a couple inches before slapping back in with a groan. She cries out and I love it even more. I fuck her tight ass, watching where I disappear inside of her. Anytime her blood begins to disappear from my cock, I scrape my nails along her cuts and smear the fresh blood along her crack.

I’m getting close so I reach under her and find her clit, massaging it harshly. “Come on my cock, baby girl.”

Wren jolts under me. “I already came—” she gasps out. “I won’t be able to again.”

Arching over her, I press my front along her back as I keep thrusting. I wrap my other arm around her, just under her breasts, and pull her tight against me. My face is next to her ear, her strawberry blonde hair a wild mess.

“Submit, Wren,” I command harshly and bite her shoulder. She sobs again, the salt of her tears wafting between us. She’s a beautiful, gorgeous mess. Releasing her, I press my face against the side of her head, glaring sightlessly before us. “You’ve given me your pain, Little Bird. Now give me your pleasure. Submit entirely to me.”

Wren doesn’t reply, but a shudder rolls through her as I feel her struggling to do what I command. I keep my thrusts short, but hard and steady, my fingers never leaving her tortured clit. I sense it the moment she’s able to let go, not just in her physical response but in my chest.

Trust and a warmer, purer emotion than I can ever be worthy of hits my chest and I know it originates from her.

Finally, Wren Foster has given herself to me utterly and completely.

When her second orgasm strikes, her ass clamps down on my cock and I pound harder, my own climax barreling down. I push her flat on the bed, gripping her hips as I rut into her with a primal ferocity, my teeth clamping down on the back of her neck. With a growl, I come, spilling inside of her, over and over, fucking her through it, unable to stop.

At last I still, draped over my little bird but bracing my weight on my forearms next to her so I don’t crush her with my heavier weight. She’s panting underneath me, her face turned against the pillows, her arms still straining upwards towards the headboard. With a surprisingly shaky hand, I reach up blindly for the loop that will easily release her wrists. She slumps the moment she’s free and I find the same loops on her legs.

As soon as she’s free, I ease out of her ass, my cock covered in her blood and my cum. It twitches at the sight of my cum coating her but I ignore it and roll to my side. I collect Wren, tugging her close until her face is buried in my neck and she’s tight up against me. In a few minutes, I’ll need to tend to her cuts.

This is the part I usually have no patience for. I’ve never been satisfied fully after a scene, so I leave the subs to another dom to attend to.

Not even Oberon Benoit could pull me away from Wren right now.

She’s mine, and I’m hers. There is nothing I won’t do for this woman. I’ve killed for her, but that’s the least of what I’d do for her. She’s too good for me, too full of life and light, and I’m too selfish to let her escape my darkness. I will never let her be taken from me.

Chapter Twenty

WREN

When thoughts begin to form again, I’m still in Lan’s bed. My body is delightfully sore and the last thing I remember is Lan’s demand that I submit completely to him. I thought I had, but in that moment I realized he was right. I had no hesitations giving my pain to him, but it never occurred to me that I could give him my pleasure too. It took effort, but with his hands on me, his cock filling me in a way no one has before, I’d realized the truth.

No matter his claims of my father, no matter his original intentions with me, I can trust Landon Polastri with my heart, body, and soul.

Once I embraced the rush of adoration and joy filling my veins, I gave him every part of me. He’d taken it, claimed me, and brought me such pleasure—not just of my body, but of the deepest, truest part of me.

Gentle touches stir me enough that I open my eyes, and once again I’m on my back. He must have moved me as I’m near the edge, and I watch with sleepy eyes and languid thoughts as he cares for every cut he gave me, a low murmur of words coming from him like water in a brook. From what I can see, he’s still nude, and I give myself permission to drink him in entirely, wanting to memorize every inch of this vampire.

His skin is as pale as many Topsiders think all vampires must be, but there is still vitality in him. He doesn’t look like someone who died and then was brought back to live in a supernatural life. His blond hair, short on the sides with finger-length tresses on top, is messy, so different than the slick, put-together man I know. My stomach dips and my pulse turns to butterflies. I’m the one who’s made him look so ruffled. His face is more relaxed than I’ve seen him yet, the permanent tension at his jaw isn’t there, and his eyes are soft, like he isn’t looking deeper into the shadows, hunting secrets and enemies.

Lan leans down and presses a kiss to my knee and I let out a long sigh.

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