With a growl, teeth clenched and fangs sharp, he comes on my tongue, pulling on the back of my hair while he goes to angle me up to him.
It’s so much cum that I can’t hold it all and it drips down my chin and then down my chest and his gaze darkens as he makes a mess of me.
My clit pulses as Bran breathes heavily above me. “Swallow it, Mouse.”
I close my mouth and swallow the taste of him down my throat. Being used and commanded sends a flush down my entire body.
“That’s my good girl.” He lets up his grip on my hair, then yanks me to my feet. Using his vampire speed, he removes the belt, but I’m only free a fraction of a second before he’s binding me again, this time with my arms in front.
Before I know what he’s doing, I’m pressed against the opposite wall. He lifts my arms above my head and hooks me by the belt on one of the towel hooks.
He covers my body with his and I am lost in the size of him.
“Now that you have a taste of me on the tip of your tongue,” he says, his voice raspy at my ear, “perhaps it’s my turn to get a taste of you.”
I whimper beneath him, trussed up by the hook. I’m at his mercy and I want him to do anything and everything to me.
He trails from my ear down the curve of my throat, then kisses gently at my rapid pulse point.
A shiver rolls up my spine.
His fangs graze my flesh.
Instinctively I curl into myself, curling away from the predator, but Bran grabs me by the jaw and opens me back up.
He bites me. I squeak. He pulls on my blood and all of the fight runs out of me. I melt into him.
“Bran,” I say on a breath.
The pressure at my clit is so intense, I think I could go off at the slightest touch. But I need to go off. I need to come.
My pussy is tingling and my body is shivering and I can barely breathe.
“Bran.”
When he pulls back and runs his tongue over his fangs, his eyes are burning brightly.
“Yes, little mouse?”
“I need…I need—”
He bends into me, his forearm propped on the wall beside me. “Yes?” he asks and kisses me, just a quick graze of his lips.
“I need—”
He covers my mouth with his and I can taste the tang of my blood. His tongue slides over mine, and fills me with the coppery, sweet taste. He’s hard again, digging into my thigh. I go up on tiptoes so I can feel the hot throb of his cock at my wetness.
He rocks his hips forward, sliding between my thighs.
I’m so wet, he finds no resistance and teases me with a slow back and forth motion, hitting my clit with every thrust.
“Just like that,” I say, practically begging.
The pressure builds. He grabs my ass and positions me better to find the most leverage between us.
“Oh fuck.”
“Maybe I’ll make you wait,” he says.