Page 47 of Pucking Vamps

I huff air out of my nose. He’s such a smooth talker, but also a little delusional. I mean, if what he is saying was true, then he would’ve gotten on his knee and asked me to real date him already, right?

Bitterness dampens my otherwise light mood, so I try not to think about it. Either way, tonight is the last night of our farce. I’ve been thinking about what to do on the way here, and the best course of action is to accept this for what it was and move on. I had fun, a nice place to stay and amazing sex. There is no need to ruin it by trying to turn it into something it can’t be.

I am reminded of that yet again as we speak to more people. They are nothing like me even if I am posing as one of them for tonight—they are real high society, posh and snobbish and standing at the top of the food chain. Literally. I am a nobody hockey jock with his future hanging on how well I perform this season. It’s do or die for me, no second chances. If I don’t land a team this year, my hockey career is over, leaving me with just my Plan B of becoming a rockstar.

We run into Leander’s aunt after grabbing another round of drinks. She’s just as bubbly and smiley as earlier, but there is an edge to her gaze now that wasn’t there before. It lingers on me as we approach, evaluating me in that same way people who disapprove of my background and circumstances do. I wonder if she knows how poor and lonely I am, but then I decide it doesn’t matter as Leander’s arm wraps around me and pulls me close.

For tonight, I am Leander’s partner. I know it’s all fake, me helping him because he saved my life and I need his help in turn, but I let myself believe it. It will be my truth and no one can change that. For the next ten hours or so, I will read into his gestures, into his smiles, into his words and glances. I will let him sweep me off my feet without fighting it. He will be mine and I will be his.

“I hope you are enjoying the party so far.” Andrea takes her Venetian mask off, waving it around. “Leander. The Viscount of Banbury would like to speak to you in private…”

Oh, I remember that one. His two daughters wouldn’t stop ogling my vampy like he’s some piece of high-grade meat. They aren’t wrong on that per se, he’s packing amazing assets, but, for all intents and purposes, he’s taken. By me. His partner.

“I’m afraid he’ll have to turn down the invitation,” I say in my most authoritative voice, pulling Leander close to me in that possessive way he’s been showcasing all evening. He comes willingly, leaning into the contact and making my heart work overtime to keep me from swooning and passing out. “We were hoping to have some fun in the pleasure room, and I see people are already headed that way.”

My reply seems to catch Andrea off-guard, her smile dropping a notch as her eyes zero in on my earring. Then my collar, which is peeking out from under my shirt. “Oh?”

I rub the earring gently, then drag my fingers along the curve of Leander’s jaw. His raven-black eyelashes flutter and a shiver shoots through his body, unleashing a sense of accomplishment within me because I can tell he didn’t fake his reaction.

“Perhaps we could speak to the Viscount afterwards?” I offer, channeling my friendliest smile while continuing to stroke Leander’s cheek.

“He’s already waiting. I am not sure—”

I dip my hand lower, hooking a finger under the collar of Leander’s shirt, and tilt his head back so I can access the front of his neck. Mimicking the way he likes to nibble mine, I trace a line with my tongue from the base to his Adam’s apple. I can’t really do the part where he gently presses his teeth into my skin without actually biting me since I don’t have fangs, but I do the human version to the best of my ability.

The conversations around us cease, all eyes on us. A thrill shocks my system, my dick giving a jerk. There is something very hot and primitive about a public proclamation of this type and the way everyone seems to be holding their breath as I violate Leander’s neck without reprimand despite the collar around mine makes it ten times better.

“Leander. What do you say?” I whisper, my breathing shallow as if I’ve run a marathon.

His fingers are suddenly tangled in my hair then, pulling so hard I hiss. He’s attacking my neck next, his tongue and teeth greedy as they claim every place they can get to and send shocks of desire chasing down my spine. My dick goes from mildly interested to fully hard in a heartbeat, tenting my ass-hugging pants for everyone to see.

“You heard Hayden, Auntie. We’ll speak to the Viscount and any other interested parties later,” Leander all but snarls, his hand grabbing me through my clothes. My eyes roll back, a tiny moan I fail to suppress escaping me.

“But—”

“They can wait,” Leander cuts in, his voice icy and commanding and doing all sorts of things to my insides. “This here can’t.”

Fuck, he’s so hot when he gives into his animalistic side. I need him. To feel him, to taste him, to let him drive me crazy. Leather and earth engulf me in a cocoon of delirious anticipation that licks every peak of my spine and pore of my skin. The onslaught of sensations is too much and not enough, spreading through me until they possess every fiber of my being.

“Leander… Need you,” I pant, bunching the material of his shirt where I clasp his arm. My whole body is on fire. The rest of the world doesn’t matter anymore, just Leander. Just his hands touching me, his mouth devouring mine, his cock making me his.

I feel a sharp inhale against my neck before the lovely pressure of his teeth is gone. “Give my apologies to the Viscount, though he is free to stop by the pleasure room along with his daughters. Hayden and I will be making use of one of the glass cages.”

My head whirls a little as Leander leads me away and down a dim corridor. We emerge into a massive hall with elevated platforms where orgies are already in full swing. A glass enclosure with soft-looking rugs and a cushiony couch just off the biggest of these is where Leander takes me. My heart tries to drill a hole out of my chest, and my cock feels trapped and impossibly hard as the leather cock ring digs into my skin.

“I have been dreaming about this every day since you told me you wanted to do it,” Leander purrs, undoing his belt buckle. “You are driving me crazy, Hayden, and I don’t think you truly realize the extent of it.”

I lick my lips, aware as people begin gathering on the other side of the glass. It gets my blood pumping even faster, each pair of eyes enhancing the tingling hum I can feel crawling all over my skin.

“Can they hear us?” I ask, helping Leander unbutton his pants. His prominent erection is trapped just like mine, and I can’t wait to set it free.

“Not unless we lower the front glass.” His hand pauses, reaching for me and squeezing me hard. “Would you like that? For those around us to hear how good I make you feel?”

I shudder, shocks of desire lighting me up. “Yes, Daddy. I want everyone to know that I’m your slutty good boy.”

He growls, diving for my mouth as he pins me against the side of the glass cage. I hear a click and a whirring sound, then a hint of cooler air caresses my heated cheeks as his tongue plunders my mouth. Hungry, greedy, like we’ve never kissed before. It’s dizzying in the best way, flooding me with want I can barely contain.

The glass lowers, the click sounding again when it’s all the way down. I hear the whispers of conversations around us and the soft, sensual music playing in the background.

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