Page 59 of Bewitched By a Vampire

Night stalked after her.

Lilian giggled and ran the second he had her in his sights.

He easily caught her before she reached the bed, snagging her around the waist. She moaned and rubbed her bottom against him, getting him going again and wiping the smile off his face.

Night growled and pushed her forwards, so her front landed on the bed. He grabbed his hardening cock and ran it down the cleft of her ass to her damp folds, and watched as he eased it into her heat, joining them again. She moaned and pressed back against him and he gripped her hips, holding her in place as he took her, rocking her forwards into the bed with each powerful thrust.

He leaned over her and lowered one hand to her stomach, and skimmed it down to her mound. He delved between her petals and stroked and squeezed her pert bead as he plunged into her. She buried her face into the covers and cried out, her body spasming around him a split-second later.

Night roared his release, burying himself to the hilt inside as he spilled. He held her on him, gazing down at her, his head hazy and fatigue rolling up on him.

She moaned and angled her head to her right, resting her cheek on the mattress. “I think I’m really done now. Mercy.”

He chuckled and pulled out of her, and pulled her up into his arms to kiss her. She moaned and kissed him back for a few seconds before she pressed her hands to his chest.

“Don’t get me started again,” she murmured against his lips.

As tempted as he was, she wasn’t the only one feeling tired.

She released him and moved past him, and he jolted when she smacked his backside. “We’ll pick this back up this evening.”

Night fought the urge to pick it up right that moment and watched her wobbling towards the bathroom. He would have found her inability to walk straight amusing but his legs were weak beneath him. He moved around the room, closing all the curtains and blinds and making sure there weren’t any cracks where sunlight could enter.

“That’s a fine sight,” Lilian murmured as she entered the room and walked towards the bed.

He flexed his backside for her, gaining an appreciative noise as his reward.

She slipped under the covers and drew the ones on his side back. Luring him again. Night finished checking the last curtain and went to her. The moment he was under the covers, she was settling against his side and resting her head on his chest.

Gods, this was nice.

He definitely couldn’t remember ever sharing a bed with someone like this, all cuddled together like a couple.

His eyes slipped shut and he relished the feel of her fingers as she stroked his chest.

“Night?” she murmured. “Are you worried about Grave?”

He frowned and husked, “A little. How much do you know about my world?”

“I’m well-versed in it. I’ve known about vampires a long time. I know there’s many other species who share this world with me. I even know your brother runs a mercenary corps.”

He opened his eyes and looked down at her. “Do you know Bastian once served in it?”

She nodded, rubbing her cheek against his skin.

“Did he tell you?” He was surprised when she shook her head. Bastian loved to tell people how wonderful he was. “How do you know then?”

She smiled up at him. “I read it in his library. Bastian has handwritten accounts of his life in service.”

Night rolled his eyes. “Now that doesn’t surprise me. Do any of them mention that Grave surpassed him? I doubt they do. Bastian strives for power… to live up to our hallowed family name… and demands the same of me and my brother. When Grave seized control of the Preux Chevaliers, becoming the leader of the entire organisation, Bastian hadn’t been pleased. Not like Grave had expected.”

Night had felt for his brother that day. He had seen how disappointed Grave had been before he had covered it and had witnessed for himself how part of Grave was still striving to get his brother’s approval and praise. Gods, Bastian was a poor substitute for the father who should have been the one to drive them towards greatness. Out of the father he had had and Bastian, he wasn’t sure which of them was worse. Neither were the father he and Grave had deserved. Neither had a supportive bone in their body.

“Bastian doesn’t sound like a nice vampire.” She idly traced the underside of his left pectoral.

“Bastian has his reasons.” He left it at that.

“Are you more like Bastian or Grave?” she said and he frowned at her. “Just trying to get a clearer picture of you.”

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