Page 55 of Pucking Vamps

“Leander.”

He brushes his fingers along where we are connected. “Your little hole stretches so well for me. It eats my cock up, begging for more. Whatever shall I do?”

I groan, wiggling my ass as much as the restrictive position allows for. “Need you inside, please. Show me I’m yours. I want your cum leaking out of me again.”

He hums, satisfaction radiating from every pore of his ethereal skin. The sun makes it glow almost golden, also reminding me that I’m begging to be fucked in the middle of the damn day. But I can’t help it, I’m burning up with the need to be filled up. To be reminded that I belong to him, that I didn’t imagine last night or his confession today.

“Yess,” Leander hisses in that telltale way when his fangs are out. “Mine. Yess.” He rams inside, knocking the breath out of me.

My eyes roll back, moans spilling out of me as I pant and shake with the force of his thrusts. He folds on top of me, his mouth kissing a trail up the peaks of my spine until it’s at my shoulder, licking and nipping.

“Good, so good, Hayden,” he chants, slamming so hard the bed moves with us.

Fisting the sheets, I try to hold onto myself as my head spins and my body pulsates with delicious pleasure. He’s close, I can tell. He’s not prolonging it this time. Like me, he’s euphoric from our confessions, desperate. Our bodies and needs are in sync and it’s too much, the way he so perfectly completes me.

“Rougher, Daddy, please. I need to come. For you.”

A growly moan is his reply and then he gives me what I need, driving into me like there is no tomorrow. I see stars, coming with a scream the moment one of his hands wraps around my cock and gives me a few strokes. He’s right behind me, spilling inside me with a roar that shakes me to my very core. I can feel his cock pumping and throbbing and pulsing. Hot liquid floods me, the feeling amplifying that sensation of fullness I can’t get enough of.

We stay like this, sweaty and fighting for breath, his dick plugged in me as it starts to soften. My eyelids weigh too much and my eyes start to close. I’ve gone boneless, the bliss so all-encompassing I can’t resist the lull as his arms come around me and pull me close.

“I want to turn you, lovely Hayden,” he mutters, grazing his teeth along my heated, damp skin. “To complete the claiming, our bond.”

My heart skips a beat, every hackle going on alert at the authority and the yearning in his voice. “Maybe after a nap? I don’t think I can last another round just yet.”

He purrs, rolling his hips gently. I feel his dick and the cum, though not as intensely, the sensation languid and so very right. “Sleep now, there is no rush.”

I giggle, my body floating in the clouds. “I don’t know, Leander. It didn’t sound like you want me taking too long in agreeing to let you turn me into a bloodsucking monster.”

“It will make you stronger. Faster. No longer a slave to the fragility of a human’s life. Few things will be able to take you from me, and that gives me a peace of mind.” He nuzzles into me, fingers roaming my stomach and pressing just under my navel. “You will be unmatched on the ice.”

My chest flutters, giddiness spreading from it through the rest of me. His wish makes sense, and despite my very non-romantic nature, it’s oddly endearing. He wants me by his side, with no constraints looming above us. I turn just my head, not wishing to let him out of me just yet, and kiss his chin.

A month ago, I didn’t even know vampires existed. So having a badass Clan Leader as my boyfriend and mate? Yeah, that wasn’t in the picture. Not even in my wildest dreams did I consider the possibility that I’d one day find my person and he might end up not being quite human.

Leander’s practically immortal. He has some kind of superpowers. And he wants me, a nobody hockey player who would be homeless if not for his stupidity leading him to discover the greatest secret of the century.

So yes. Hell fucking yes, I want to be a badass vampire and bang this Adonis for the rest of our longass lives. But as much as my own heart yearns for his gift, I can’t agree yet. I have a teeny tiny bit of unfinished business I’d like to wrap up before no human will ever again be my equal.

“Can we do it after the charity game? I… It would feel unfair, I think. Like I’m cheating by being a vampire. I’ve been training hard to get here, Leander, and I’d like to make it on my own merit. I’d like to be picked based on my skills and the hard work I’ve put in. Not because I have super speed or super strength or some other vampiric advantage.”

It’s maybe stupid, but I need it to happen this way or it will haunt me forever. Was I good enough on my own? Was I worthy? I want to prove to everyone that my shitty background doesn’t matter. That I got the scholarship because I am good and not just because I’m poor.

“So silly,” he muses, capturing my lips. “Your vampire nature… you can learn to tune it out. Not entirely, but enough so that you appear as normal as a human. But I understand, my dear Hayden. It is something that you need to do your way. So I will wait. However long you need me to.”

Fuuuck, he’s the best. Joy sweeps me away like a tidal wave, tightening my chest and my stomach. “I can’t believe you are real,” I breathe out, my cock waking up. “You are so fucking perfect, it’s crazy.” My body is on fire again, for no other reason but his easy understanding. “It’s like you were made for me, Leander Adetu.”

He smiles, snapping his hips. “Because I was made for you, Hayden Johnson. Just like you were for me.”

I giggle, can’t hold it in, but it turns into a moan partway as his dick hardens fully inside me. “This was so cheesy, but fuck, it’s really doing it for me right now.”

Humming, he rains kisses on my shoulders and neck. “I can tell. Your hole is twitching to be fucked again.”

I snort, arching back into him and craning my head so I can seal my lips against his. Our kiss is dirty and deep. “Get moving then, vampy. Screw the shit out of this slutty little whore with your magic cock and go make me lunch. I’m starving.”

His laugh rings around the room, bright and warm like the sunlight seeping in through the window. He gives it to me slower this time, deliberately dragging it out until I’m about to pass out from overstimulation. I kind of space out after my orgasm barrels through me anyway, and when I open my eyes after closing them just for a second, I find myself cuddled into his side on the couch in the downstairs lounge. A mouth-watering feast of my favorite foods is laid out on the coffee table, and when I glance at the TV, a Gators versus Falcons’ game is just about to begin.

“Fuck, Leander. It’s a good thing we are sitting, or I’d be swooning and passing out in your arms. You’re seriously the best.”

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