Page 87 of Sunshine and the Vamp

Bishop was settling into the mansion life as well. He was sharing a room with Byron, but I was beginning to see the effect it was having on Byron. He seemed less impulsive, more measured and calmer when his twin was nearby. When he was on his own it was, well, it was definitely noticeable. Turns out, Bishop was handy with computers and technical stuff, so he was helping Roxie with some things so she could focus on the baby. Wilder had also stuck around, which was admittedly odd. I thought that after the business with Silas, he would have wanted to return home, but it seemed like he’d found a new calling in pissing off Acheron and winding up the twins.

Aleksey was still moping around like an angry elf, but he’d sort of adopted my cat. Between him and Vlad, I never saw Maurice anymore. I didn’t mind. That cat was getting more attention than ever, and he was certainly putting on some timber. He was going to be a fat little pampered cat soon and I don’t think he’d ever been happier.

I tracked Damyr down in his office and smiled when I saw his head bent over some paperwork, a frown drawing his brows down as he scowled at whatever was on there.

I cleared my throat and he looked up at me, his scowl instantly melting away. God, he was gorgeous. Those blue eyes that were impossibly bright and that jaw that was sharper than one of Byron’s precious knives.

“Benjamin, what can I do for you?”

“Well,” I said, dropping my voice to a low rasp. “I was thinking about going to bed for a few days and thought you might like to join me?”

His eyes widened and flashed silver in the low light. “You mean…?”

I nodded, curling my bottom lip between my teeth. “I’m ready.”

Damyr shot out of his chair and grabbed my hand, racing towards his chambers. I laughed as he used vampire speed to get us there quicker and as soon as the door was shut, my back was against it and his mouth was pressed against mine. I was so ready for this. For our future together.

I was ready to claim that eternity he promised me, and I was going to stand by his side for the rest of my days.

Damyr ripped me out of my clothes and I did the same to him, eager to get my hands on his skin. He trailed his mouth down my throat, his fangs nipping at my skin and sending shivers down my spine. I hopped up and wrapped my legs around his waist and he walked us towards the bed.

“Damyr,” I groaned. “Please.”

I couldn’t wait. My body was itching to be connected with his in the most intimate ways.

“Don’t you want this slow and romantic?” he asked with a smile before sucking two of his fingers into his mouth.

I shook my head. “No, I want you to fuck me into the mattress. You can make that romantic if you want, but I definitely don’t want it slow. We’ve got plenty of time for that.”

“God, you’re fucking perfect,” he rasped as he sank two fingers into me.

I hissed as he breached me, the burn sharp but he found my prostate with ease and I moaned. “Fuck.”

“That’s the idea, love,” he said as he stroked my spot. My dick was so hard, leaking pre-cum on my stomach as Damyr worked his fingers in and out, opening me up ready to take his cock.

He kept going for another minute or two until I was writhing beneath him, my body trembling with absolute fucking need. My gums itched as my fangs started to lengthen, needing to sink into his neck and complete the bond. I could feel the urge to mark him burning under my skin. Like an inevitable thing I couldn’t ignore. This was going to happen, and I wanted it to happen now.

“I need it now, Damyr,” I begged. “Please.”

He lined his cock up with my entrance and the paused to look down at me. His own fangs were peeking beneath his top lip and my skin tingled with anticipation. This was it. There was no going back after this. Not that I wanted to. I wanted forever with him.

“I love you,” I said, and my heart soared as I said the words aloud.

His smile was warm and his eyes shimmered as he gazed down at me. “I might have stolen you at the beginning, but you’re the one who’s stolen my heart.”

Oh my God, that was so cheesy, but I loved every word. “Damyr, please.”

Then he entered me in one smooth thrust. A gasp left my lips, and my eyes rolled back as the feeling of fullness settled deep inside me. Damyr’s rhythm was fast and brutal from the start, clearly as eager to start the mating bond as I was.

His mouth claimed mine in a open mouthed kiss that was more an exchanging of moans and gasps than it was anything else.

“More, please. Damyr. God, I need you.”

He growled and snapped his hips quicker, his cock brushing against my spot and pushing me closer to the edge. My toes curled, and pleasure started to unfurl at the base of my spine as the tell tale signs of my orgasm started to build.

On instinct, I thrust my hands into Damyr’s hair, yanked his head sideways and buried my fangs into the side of his neck. His blood instantly filled my mouth, a sweet nectar that I drank down. I exploded as the first drop of it hit my tongue, my release shooting from my dick without me even touching it.

A sharp sting sliced registered somewhere in my brain as Damyr bit into my neck and bliss zinged through my veins, extending my orgasm and making my body tremble and shudder.

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