Page 58 of Pucking Vamps

He nuzzles my neck, kissing his favorite spot where my shoulder starts. “Yes. Just like you wanted. The audience has access since this afternoon. Every time we fuck, they will watch us.”

“Oh shit, that’s super hot.”

He makes that animal-like noise of contentment, smiling against my skin. “Yes. Everyone will know how needy my mate is. How he begs for my cock.”

I shudder, desire hijacking my senses. We fucked in front of Vivian and her mates when we visited a week ago, and since then, we’ve been getting the house prepared for tonight. The audience is small, but the fact that they will be able to watch us live whenever we are fucking really gets my blood flowing south.

“Leander, stop. I’m not gonna last to the house at this rate.”

He chuckles but pulls away and lets me go. “It is hard for me to resist you, Hayden. You know that.”

I do and I love it.

Giving him a peck on the nose, I pull the car’s door open. “C’mon. Let’s go home and celebrate. I think I deserve it.”

“You do,” he agrees, fondness pouring off him in waves. “And I’ll make sure to show you just how true that is.”

LEANDER

I park the car in front of the fountain. Hayden hops out, stretching his upper body, though doesn’t follow me up the stairs.

“Hayden?” I turn to him, confusion making me pause.

He grins, chin tilted toward the swing on the patio. “Sit and wait there. I’ll be a moment.”

I do as he asks, still not sure what he’s up to. He returns five minutes later, wearing a loose T-shirt, shorts and the leather collar with the green stone attached to the hoop for the leash. Staying by the door, he faces me and lifts the shirt, showcasing his abdominals and the golden waist chain I gifted him after our visit to Vivian. It can be attached to one of his cock rings, and judging by the way it disappears under his pants, he’s done just that.

“What is this, Hayden?” I demand, my words hissed more so than said as arousal courses through me and causes my fangs to protrude.

He’s turned on by whatever he has in mind. His body speaks to me, his presence tempts me, titillating in its game of seduction as it tickles all my senses at once. My dick hardens, pushing against the zipper of the shorts.

Hayden lists his head to the side, licking his lips as his eyes roam my tense posture. The emerald gemstone clinks against the hook of the leash. “I think I want to make you work for it.” He grasps his bulging erection, sucking in a breath. “If you want to turn me, Daddy, you gotta catch me first.”

Then he bolts, darting down the stairs and toward the woods.

My cock throbs, my body on fire as my claws extend, and my vision shifts to one tinged in red. My instincts scream at me, my vampiric nature taking over. I snarl, hissing as the urge to hunt down and claim my mate displaces any other thought from my head.

My lovely Hayden thinks he can run away. I won’t let him. He’s mine. Mine, mine, mine. I’ll turn him. Fill him up. Mark him. Feed him my blood and feed off his.

I shiver at the thought, no longer able to bear it. Giving into my wild nature, I let out a deep growl and vault over the patio’s railing. The stone is hot under my feet, the air is cool against my cheeks. I inhale it, catching a whiff of jasmine along with that of sea water.

He will not escape me. He cannot hide from me. I will find him.

Ecstatic, I break into a sprint. My legs carry me fast toward my goal, the clinking sound the stone makes against the metal part of Hayden’s collar so subtle I would’ve missed it if not for my heightened hearing.

He’s playing with me. Teasing me, taunting me. Luring me. He knows I am his and he’s using that to drive me mad with want.

I snap my teeth, chasing after his scent. I can feel his presence somewhere further ahead. Past the small pond with the lilies. Moving west. Circling back. I pick up speed, my claws grazing bark and slashing leaves. The darkness doesn’t bother me, my eyes not constrained by it. There is enough moonlight to grant him safe passage, so I am not worried about him either.

Blood drumming in my ears, I press on. Once I am past the oldest oak tree, I spot him. His breathing is labored, his skin is hot and damp, his hole is slicked. Ready and waiting for me. It’s mine, just like the rest of him.

I let him reach the house, stalking him from the shadows. He locks the door after him. It won’t stop me. I can sense the adrenaline roaring inside him, his arousal so strong it overwhelms any other smell around me.

He needs me.

Harnessing my nature, I erase any lead he had on me. His eyes go wide as I appear in front him. A yelp of surprise rips out of his throat as he stumbles, backed into the wall by the staircase.

“Oh shit. You look fucking wild.”

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