Page 10 of Hot Vampire Next Door: Season Three

“Faster, Mouse.”

I increase my speed, his grip going to my ass, spreading me wide for him.

“You have about eight seconds to make me come,” he tells me, his eyes bright gold in the fading afternoon light. “You think you can?”

I try to catch my breath. “Yes.”

“Seven seconds.”

I brace myself on the arms of the chair, bouncing faster as he grows harder.

“Six.”

My heart is racing in my head, pounding in my chest as my own pleasure stalks through me.

He feels so good. All of it. Every part of him.

“Five.” He grits his teeth, bucks his hips. We’re pounding together so loudly now, they have to hear it in the office. And the illicit, shameful rush of it has me racing toward my own orgasm.

I’m so frantic for release. Bran’s rock hard.

“Four,” he says.

“Fill me up, Bran. Please.”

I meet his gaze as his jaw flexes, his fangs sharpening.

He stills me against him with a death grip and then—

He growls loudly, spills inside of me, and I reach between us, rubbing my clit with a swirl of two fingers. It’s all I need. I hang my head back, moaning at the ceiling as the release sparks through me like a firecracker, hot and fast.

Bran brings a hand up to my throat, fingers circling my neck, driving me back down on him so he can spill the last of his load.

We collapse against one another, panting.

“How many seconds left?” I say, tired and so lost to the ecstasy, I don’t really care.

Bran laughs against my neck.

“What?”

“They heard us.”

I curl into him, a little delirious. “I should be embarrassed, shouldn’t I?”

“I’m not. I’d fuck you in the town square so everyone could watch and know you were mine.”

I lean back so I can look him in the face. “That will never happen.”

“As you wish, Mouse.” He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. “How about we go out there and hurry this along? Then I’ll take you out for a grilled cheese and French fries as a celebratory lunch.”

“For fucking you?”

“For filing your paperwork. But if the dirty girl wants to celebrate my cock, I’ll let her.”

I laugh and lift myself off of him. I spot a box of tissue on a cabinet, but before I can grab one, Bran is in front of me. “You know better, Mouse,” he says, a devilish look in his eye.

His hand slips beneath my skirt and he walks me back, pressing me against the wall. “You know better than to clean my cum from your pussy.” He dips his thumb inside of me, then brings it up and rubs it across my bottom lip. My tongue flicks out to meet him so I can taste him, taste me.

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