Page 70 of Howl You Doin?
I glance around the room and my breath catches in my throat when my gaze lands on Connor striding around the ballroom in his vampire costume, cape billowing behind him like in a cheesy movie.
“Why are vampires such bad artists?” he asks the crowd and pauses for comedic effect. “Because they only want to draw blood.”
That mouth I’ve kissed so many times in the two weeks pulls into a grin as he winks at me boldly.
He thinks I won’t do it. I refuse to look at him again, forcing a small smile on my face as I stare across the ballroom at nothing as I click send.
Not even a millisecond later, I feel a boom of intense vibration inside me and my knees wobble in surprise. My gaze zooms to him and I barely stop my jaw from dropping.
He hasn’t even checked his phone yet!
Connor O’Doyle
I turnon the device without even needing to look at my phone. I can tell from her heart rate what she’s done, and I knew she would do it. She can’t help herself.
I back away from the crowd, letting the dancers hired from the village steal the show for a moment, and turn my attention back to my—most likely—mate. That deep, unbending word still sends chills up my spine even as I only think it in my head, and yet a sense of overwhelming satisfaction fills me.
I finally look at the photo, and bite back my groan. This time her chest is completely bare, her big bouncy breasts on display, but it’s the confidence in her eyes that makes my heart gallop.
Wanting to get back at her even more, I ratchet up the dial on the pleasure device nestled inside her pussy, grinning outright when I hear her gasp across the room. It makes my balls tightenknowing how much of a turned-on mess she’s going to be in the next few moments. Especially since she’s stuck lining up against the wall to give the group’s final bow at my signal.
I don’t give it immediately. Not when I can see a fucking cupcake on a nearby table, like she wanted to taunt me tonight.
I push the button that makes her little toy rhythmically pulsate, and she begins to pant softly. She looks up at me while biting her lip and shakes her head as if she wants it to slow down. She leans against the wall for better support, and I wonder if her legs are shaking underneath her frock.
Ignoring her silent plea, I get to my feet and touch my fork to my wine glass to grab everyone’s attention. I want her to sit in her punishment in this crowded room while I send her climbing to ecstasy from afar. I want her to have to hold back her moans, her pants, worrying that if I turn it up much higher, others will begin to hear what I can already perceive vibrating snugly within that mouth-watering pussy.
“If I could have everyone’s attention, I would like to raise a toast.”
She sputters, the sound low, and a true smile spreads across my face.
“To Allan, the castle manager, one we would be lost without.” I decide to spare her embarrassment and leave her out of it; if anyone actually did see her come, I would have to kill them. “Thank you for all that you do. And to the staff members, this event wouldn’t be possible without your help. Lastly, to our esteemed guests,” I bow low at the waist for effect and let my cape billow behind me. “Thank you so much for coming.”
The guests begin clapping, but my attention is firmly on one person.
A weak smile pulls at her lips as her nostrils flare oddly, and it’s all I can do to keep a straight face. The slight rumble of the machine massaging her pussy right now in front of everyonemakes me want to rip my suit off and beat my chest like a primal beast. The photos she sent earlier, especially the last one, were enough teasing for me. Any more, and I will be begging to fuck her the moment I touch her.
My brave girl finally is going after what she wants, and I’m going to give her everything she desires, like no one else in this room—or even a toy—can.
“I hope you all enjoy the rest of your evening and thank you so much for joining us,” I say, wanting to get to Whitley as quickly as I can. I raise my glass, the signal for all the servers to bow and to finally make their exit.
The people seated at the various cloth-covered round tables clap, and the sound masks the little whimper I hear coming from her clenched lips.
Now that she has the chance, she hastily rushes to leave without trying to push other servers out of her way. It reminds me of prey fleeing from a predator, and it makes the wolf inside me want to howl for the hunt. Her soft pants thrum in my ears, my instincts focusing on every move her voluptuous body makes. The want to mount her roars through my blood.
“Cheers.” I bow one last time, then make my getaway, quick on her heels.
My employees are already quickly scattering, most heading for the main entryway to go to their private rooms. Whitley has run off in a different direction to hide, likely in the library, since she loves the room so much.
I catch up to her as she cries out in the hallway, almost crumpling to the floor as she finally breaks. Leaning her side against the wall, her hand fists her skirts between her legs, right near that sweet cunt as it’s no doubt clenching on that toy.
I have never envied an inanimate object more in my life, and I want to fuck her so bad it hurts. I’m tired of waiting for her to do that around my cock.
“Did your pretty pussy come?” I ask with a pant, already scenting the slick that’s coating her thighs.
“Fuck you,” she snarls, her skirts swirling wide as she turns to look at me. Her chin goes up, but my eyes home in on the flush in her cheeks and chest.
I growl at the challenge.
