Page 51 of Vampire Savage

I rest my cock tip against her outstretched tongue but don’t pass her lips. “Who owns this mouth?”

“You do.” She’s breathless, her face flushed with need. “You own all my holes, Daddy.”

“Damn right I do.” I slide my cock into her mouth, keeping her head in place with my grip. Her nails dig into my thighs through the material of my pants. I fuck her mouth and throat, our gazes locked on one another and never breaking, even when tears cascade down her cheeks.

My balls tighten as pleasure coils like electricity at the base of my spine. Before I come, I pull out of her and shift backwards. Pumping my cock, my face twisted in a snarl, I command her, “Push those pretty tits together for me, baby girl.”

Brilliant girl she is, she obeys immediately, displaying her pert breasts just as I want.

My orgasm rips through me. Grunting, I watch as my cum paints her breasts, and I squeeze myself harder, milking more onto her skin. My shoulders slump as I finish, and Wren lets out a girlish giggle at the mess I’ve made of her. One line crosses her nipple and I’ve never been one to fight temptation. As I lean forward, I find her gaze once again as I suck the hard bud into my mouth. It turns her giggle into a whimper that makes my spent cock twitch with new desire.

Releasing her with a wet pop, I lick my lips clean of her blood and my cum. “I taste delicious on you, baby girl.”

“God, you’re filthy,” she says with a laugh after a shocked pause and stretches her hands back behind her, arching under me before collapsing back onto the bed with a sigh. She’s still smiling as she says, “Good morning.”

I press a quick kiss to her forehead, a move that inspires a happy sound from my mate, and move off of her and the bed. Tucking my cock away and doing up my pants, I run a finger down the length of her nose. “It is. I’ll have coffee for you in a minute.”

I swipe the scalpel up from the floor and replace the cap before returning it to my pocket. I’ll clean and sanitize it after I start the coffee.

“You’re the best,” Wren says before sitting up, eyeing the mess. “I guess I should take a shower first.”

I freeze in the doorway, my hand gripping the sill hard enough that the wood creaks. I turn back to face her, a hard look on my face. “No. Leave it. I want you wearing my cum all day.”

Wren gapes at me, blinking, and I wonder if I’m pushing her too far.

“I’m meeting with my father and, more than likely, Miles today,” she says, and the side of my mouth curls up.

“I know, Little Bird.” I turn to leave again and release the door before tossing over my shoulder, “You aren’t allowed to wear any panties today, either. I’ll know if you don’t listen.”

Wren may try to smother her squeal in the pillow but with my vampire hearing, it’s perfectly clear. I make my way to her kitchen, satisfied that I’ve marked her with my blade and seed.

It’s quick work to get a cup of coffee going for Wren; her kitchen is well-organized and is the perfect blend of high design and functionality. Everything has its place and the control the organization suggests soothes a need in me. My mother’s kitchen at the clan house is much more chaotic. Going in there, even when it’s empty, makes my skin crawl with the need to bring order.

Opening the pantry to grab granola for Wren, I’m stunned. There, next to the box of her favorite granola, is an unopened box of Count Chocula cereal. It wasn’t there yesterday.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Wren asks. I didn’t even notice her approaching. I grab the cereal and turn towards her, struggling to fathom its meaning. She’s putting in her mother’s emerald earrings and when she sees what’s in my hand, she bounces over to me and presses a quick kiss to my cheeks. “It’s your favorite, right? That way you can always have some here. Come on, I’ll grab a bowl.”

She’s gone as fast as she arrived, her bare feet padding on the hardwood floors. She opens a cabinet and brings down two bowls and, as if under a spell, I follow her to the island where she takes the box from me and proceeds to fill two bowls with the chocolate cereal. When her coffee is done, I break from my daze and grab it and the milk from the fridge.

She hums with appreciation as she takes her first sip of coffee, but winces when she eases onto one of the hidden stools.

“Let me see.” It’s all the warning I give her before I’m spreading her legs and sliding up her skirt. Today she’s wearing a high-waisted black, loose skirt with a loose bow that ends below her knees. It’s long enough that no one will see the cuts she enjoyed receiving. Her top is a gray short-sleeved mock turtleneck and I’m almost disappointed at how hidden her skin is from me. It’s replaced by fierce satisfaction where I see the material stick to her chest. As I ordered, she didn’t clean up my seed.

My cock is hard in an instant, but I ignore the need to fuck her and focus on the bloody inside of her thigh.

“You cleaned it?” I asked, tracing my fingers over my initials. “Why didn’t you bandage it?”

“Because I like the feeling of it bleeding,” Wren admits with a lift of a shoulder and looks at me over her coffee mug. “But you could kiss it better?”

A bark of laughter bursts from me, startling me, and I pinch her thigh. “If I kiss it better, then it will heal without a scar. I want it there.” I pluck the hem of her skirt, lifting it the rest of the way to see if she’d listened to my second demand. The minx spreads her legs wider, baring her pussy to me. I drop her skirt with a smirk.

“Like you said,” she says, reaching for her bowl of cereal and nudging mine closer, “I’m a good girl.”

I hum noncommittally and lift my spoon to my mouth. As I eat, I consider the situation I’ve found myself in. I’m in a lover’s home, my mate more specifically, performing mundane acts like eating and preparing for the day. It is not... as horrible as I’d have once thought.

From the bedroom, her ringtone shatters the pleasant silence and I check the time on my phone. Oberon held out to thirty minutes. I’m almost impressed. Wren eases off the stool with a sigh, her anxiety echoing down our unfulfilled bond and I have to stop myself from answering the phone for her. She’s answering it in moments and walking towards me, the phone held slightly away from her ear as Oberon’s loud voice comes through the speaker.

“I understand, Father,” Wren says, her voice bland. She comes to stand in front of me and I grip the back of her neck, anchoring her to me as she continues the call. “Of course. Perhaps you’ll consider listening to my security proposal? No, of course not. I’ll be there within the hour.”

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