Page 19 of Hot Vampire Next Door: Season Four

Bran blurs out of the chair and catches them before they hit the floor.

His eyes are bright gold now, and when he brings the bunched fabric to his nose and inhales, his irises flare like flames.

I shiver beneath the heat of his stare.

“Naughty little mouse,” he says, his voice scraping over a raw throat.

“Your turn,” I suggest.

He takes another breath of my damp panties and then straightens his spine, looking down the sharp line of his nose at me. “Make me.”

I frown. “What?”

“Use your talents, Mouse. Make me do as you please.”

A lump immediately forms in my throat and I swallow it back. “You’re serious?”

He says nothing as his eyes pulse with hunger.

“You made me promise not to use it.”

“This is under controlled circumstances, when I’ve given you permission.” He tosses the panties to the floor and comes closer to the end of the bed. The under-cabinet lighting in the bathroom sends a soft glow into the room and it skims the left side of his body in a hazy white light.

“Besides,” he adds, “you have to learn how to use it if we’re going to infiltrate the fae house. Best start now.”

“Infiltrate? This isn’t a covert mission.”

“Everything is a covert mission, Mouse.” He leans over and lets his fingertips trail up my bare leg. “The sooner you accept that, the better off you’ll be.”

I lick my lips, goosebumps lifting on my arms and legs. “Are there any rules to this exercise?”

His fingers come to the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh and I grow wetter.

“No.”

My eyes pop open. “None?”

“I’ve done a lot of dirty things in my lifetime.” He smirks. “There isn’t much that will turn me off.”

I narrow my eyes. “I don’t like thinking about you doing those dirty things with other women.”

“Then think about me doing them with you and make it so.”

His hand is now just a few inches from my pussy, and I spread my legs for him, thinking he’ll give me a tease at the very least.

But no.

He darts away, back to the chair.

“Bran!”

“I’m waiting,” he says and looks ridiculously smug and patient as he stretches out his legs.

I sit up again. The chain rattles. For some reason I feel like I need some leverage to get this right, so I curl my legs beneath me and sit on my knees.

The chain settles.

At my Pledge, there was no thinking about my power. I just used it. It was almost involuntary. And I still have yet to be unbound. Will I even have access to it now? Rita still has my necklace captured in her magical jar, so that’s something at least.

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