Page 145 of Pucking Obsessed

We negotiated that we’d play this after the Halloween event, once we got back to Captain’s Hall, the Vampire King and his thralls.

They did win the game, after all. I love D’Angelo’s new rule in the Guide.

Shay hasn’t been this excited for any of our role plays. He was practically humping D’Angelo’s leather costume the moment that D’Angelo unveiled it on the bed.

Plans change, however, and this is our renegotiated play.

A vampire in the woods is much hotter anyway, as long as he doesn’t sparkle.

D’Angelo is more the warrior vampire who’d feast on your blood, fuck you until you’re mindless with pleasure, then leash you at his feet.

I lick my lips.

D’Angelo crouches down and shrugs Shay off his shoulder roughly.

Shay grunts as he hits the ground. He doesn’t complain but instead, stares up at his immortal lover like D’Angelo is a deity.

Shay pulls himself up onto his knees, while D’Angelo balances the tray next to the base of a nearby tree.

I slip to my knees next to Shay. The ground is hard with twigs that dig into me. It feels fitting.

I turn my head and kiss Shay.

His lips are cold and plush. I enjoy sliding my tongue over his lips to warm them up.

D’Angelo stands, looking down at us through his cold mask, as his two pets kiss each other at his feet.

Shay runs his hands over my breasts, pleasuring me.

“Fuck.” I arch into his touch.

The sensation, as he teases over my nipples through the silk dress is electric.

I become wet.

Shay circles my nubs more insistently, as I deepen the kiss.

My chest is rising and falling. Desperately, my eyelashes flutter.

I edge my hand to the front of Shay’s leather trousers, rubbing over his crotch.

Shay gasps into the kiss.

I can feel how hard he is, trapped in his trousers. I rub harder.

I lose myself in the delicious kiss.

All of a sudden, a hard tug on my hair drags me back into consciousness.

My eyes snap open.

Shay’s mouth is torn away from mine.

I stare up at D’Angelo in shock.

He towers above me.

He has one hand buried in my hair and the other in Shay’s golden tumble of hair. He’s ripped us apart like we’re misbehaving pets.

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