Page 8 of Hot Vampire Next Door: Season Three

"And that scares you?"

"I think I'm more terrified of losing it. And you."

"You won't."

"I won't if I do my job." He runs his tongue over his teeth, swiping away the blood.

"Which is?"

"To protect you. Which circles us back to the original argument. If you are unhappy—or unwell—then I might as well dig my grave."

I reach between us and unbutton his jeans. "We'll be all right." With the zipper down, I slip my hand into his pants and grope him. He growls deep in the base of his chest. "We make a good team."

His eyes close as I put more pressure on his cock. "Indeed we do, Mouse."

"You think you can fuck me in the time we have before Ed comes in?" I pull his cock out, fist him in my hand, and his eyes flare up.

His attention wanders for a split second to the hall beyond our waiting room and then he spins me around and impales me on his cock in one swift motion as he sits in the chair, me on his lap, my back to his chest.

Just as the door clicks open.

I yelp and scramble to climb off him, but he tightens his hold on my hips and says, "Stay put, Mouse."

His cock throbs deep inside of me just as Ed walks in the room.

Episode 36

You Know Better

A choked sound leaves my throat as Ed stumbles into the room like someone shoved him.

He loosens the knot of his blue tie and says, “Good afternoon, Ms. MacMahon,” his voice wobbling on my name.

Ed is a short man with thinning brown hair and black-framed glasses that are threatening to establish dominance over his face.

“Afternoon,” I answer, my voice so high-pitched, I’m surprised the windows don’t shatter.

Bran’s fingers dig into my hips as he buries himself a little deeper inside of me.

“Mr. Duval,” Ed says, barely looking at Bran, barely registering that I’m literally sitting on Bran’s lap despite the fact there are three other chairs at the table.

“Good afternoon, Edward,” Bran says. “How’s Janet?”

Ed’s face turns red as he pulls out a chair and tumbles into it. “She’s fine. Just fine, thank you.”

I don’t know Ed well, but he’s now joining me in the same room where I’m being fucked by a vampire.

My face burns with shame and the shame makes my inner walls clench. It’s dirty and it’s wrong and for some reason, it’s making me so much wetter.

“I’ll try to be brief,” Ed says as he shuffles some papers in his hands. “For a Pledge register, it’s mostly just perfunctory. Dot the T’s, cross the I’s.” He shakes his head. “I mean…not…cross the T—”

“We knew what you meant, Ed,” Bran says as he sits forward a little, jostling me just enough that his shaft drags in and out an inch.

A strangled little cry threatens to spill out so I clamp my teeth over my bottom lip.

“You probably know this,” Ed says, “but I’m required to inform you that you are free to choose whichever house you’d like to be bound to, though it is within a House’s right to deny you. You, too, are free to deny a bid and forgo being bound to a House altogether.” He turns a piece of paper around and slides it across the table to me. “If you understand this, please mark this box and sign here.”

I carefully, slowly, reach forward for the pen, but Bran is quicker.

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