Page 10 of The Vampire Kingpin
The dark, primal thing in me reared its head. I deepened the kiss, eating at her hungrily, pulling her higher so she had to come onto her toes. Lark melted into me, one hand around my nape, the other under my shirt, her nails digging into my back, feeding the primal thing with her eager compliance.
I slid a hand between her legs, rumbling in approval when I found all she wore was a silky thong. She widened her thighs, and I pushed my fingers beneath the waistband, roughly caressing her. She whimpered and moved against me.
I backed off, stroking her slow and easy, bringing her to the brink. Then I grabbed her thong to rip it off her. She was so wet I’d slide in easily. I could already feel her closing around my dick, hot and tight…
A burst of laughter jolted me back to our surroundings. On the street, a group of teenaged humans trotted past. I’d actually forgotten we were aboveground, a dangerous lapse with so many supernaturals prowling the Village.
“Spider?” Lark’s eyelids lifted.
“Not here,” I muttered and reluctantly withdrew my hand from between her thighs.
The dark thing snarled in displeasure, but if I let it out to play, Lark would be up against the brick wall with me buried balls deep inside her—and this wasn’t my territory. Yeah, I had an unofficial alliance with the Kral primus based on my friendship with his son Zaq, but I was damned if I’d get caught by a Kral soldier with my pants around my ankles.
Lark dropped back to her heels and stared up at me, her lips reddened, her pupils blown so wide the green was only a thin ring around a bottomless black. She seemed as stunned as I was at what we’d unleashed.
“Let’s go.” I put a hand on her lower back.
She grabbed my arm. “If I agree, you have to promise me something.”
“What?”
“That you’ll let me go after a month—that you won’t just…keep me.”
I took her by the chin. “Now you’re pissing me off. Insult me like that again and I’ll spank your ass red.”
She dropped her eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you, but…please?”
She’d lost some of her spunk. This meant something to her. She was truly afraid.
“Fine,” I heard myself saying. “When the month’s up, I promise you’ll be free to go. You have my word on it.”
She gave me a searching look, then nodded. “Okay.”
“But until then,” I added, releasing her chin, “I’ll take you anytime and anywhere I want.”
Her head snapped up. “I haven’t said I’ll be your thrall.”
“Yet,” I shot back.
Because we’d already started negotiations, and we both knew it.
4
Lark
Spider hurried me out of the alley and through the West Village. Halloween reigned everywhere. Purple and orange lights adorned the windows, witches flew their brooms in tiny yards and pumpkins glowed on stoops. A human in a devil costume strutted past with a tiny dog sporting matching horns and a cape.
We were five blocks from the parade before I snapped out of my Spider-induced daze.
What was wrong with me?
The man informed me that he owned me and instead of freezing him out, I let him kiss me—and not just a peck on the lips. No, I’d been completely into it. One touch and my stupid body had lit up like one of those strings of Halloween lights. My thong was so wet it rubbed against my clit with every step.
We crossed Fourteenth Street into Chelsea. Spider pulled me into another alley and held out his hand. “Your phone.”
“Don’t have it,” I returned smugly. I’d stowed it in a tunnel between his lair and Grimclaw’s in case I got caught.
“Think I’ll check anyway. Arms out, legs spread.”
