Page 37 of Toadstools and Vampire Kisses

I moan, my back arching as he slides in deep, the texture of his sex stimulating every nerve ending. His mouth nuzzles my neck as he begins to pump his hips, dragging his cock slowly over the sensitive spots within me and then more forcibly as he begins to fuck me in earnest. Transferring my wrists to one large hand, his free hand drops down to my hip, lifting my bottom to meet his every thrust.

The suction of his mouth against my neck stings as he rocks into me until, suddenly, I feel the erotic press of his fangs and the prick of his amorous bite that makes stars burst behind my eyes. I moan with unrestrained ecstasy as I feel my blood rush into his mouth, merging our energies as it flows into him as he draws my essence. He doesn’t gulp it down as if ravenous, but sips on it delicately like a rich dessert wine. He growls rapturously, his hips snapping harder as he indulges, shuttling his cock in and out with deep, demanding thrusts. His thrusts carry me along in their wake, my ass is smacking against his pelvis in time with his rhythm.

I writhe against him, my skin scorching with my need. Instinctively, I arch my back, throwing myself into every thrust, a loud cry rising from my throat. I can feel my magic running wild through me as it rises in an uncontrolled wave with my pleasure, connecting to the plants all around the house as I feel them responding with a lush rush of growth. I can feel the hedges growing taller, the rose bushes blushing as they bloom out of season. If I were home in my simple cabin, I know I would have plant life bursting through to get to me if I didn’t leave a window or something open before winter came. Even the ivy is creeping up the walls, eager to get to me as the power pours off me with every slam of Reynard’s cock into the welcome of my sex.

My channel spasms in a tight grip around his cock, milking it with a desperate instinctual desire. His shaft suddenly jerks, releasing a hot load against the mouth of my womb as he moans and begins to rut me in earnest. His wings tremble, and I feel a second jet of cum fill me as he snarls against my neck.

Then my wrists are free and he’s roughly grabbing my ass to lift my bottom at an angle that allows him to fill me even more. I feel stretched and stuffed as he touches all new spots previously unexplored. He grunts and moans softly with a long hiss.

“Just like that,” he rasps, and his tongue strokes along my neck. “I need to feel all of you, my mate. I need your grip on me. Just like that.”

Another cry leaves me as I helplessly rake my fingernails against the bedding. I need to hold onto something, but the flimsy fabric isn’t enough. I feel lost in a storm of unending need and pleasure that I wrestle to grab whatever I can as his power breaks out and roars over me like a hurricane. I swear I even feel moisture gathering in the air around us and a cyclone rise as he gathers me tighter to him.

I reach down and latch onto his knees and the hard muscle just above them, digging my nails in to anchor myself as his cock slips in and out of me at a speed that causes a new heat to rise from my core. It tingles as it gathers, drawing tighter as he growls over me, strain suddenly capturing his features. His fangs are bared in a silent snarl as the hand on my ass shifts so that he can loop his arm around my waist to hold me in place. Now my clit hits his pubic bone with every thrust, and it frees his other hand to snake up my belly to palm a breast. He squeezes it as his hips quicken, his fingers drawing inward to pinch my nipple.

I shake and cry out as another orgasm barrels over me, but Reynard is not satisfied. His wing-claws scrape harder, digging in as his hips shuttle at an inhuman speed, his beaded cock assailing me. My climax rises so swiftly and so high that I shriek as I reach the pinnacle, my muscles clenching as I squeeze him in fluttering pulses.

Reynard cries out in turn, his cock growing impossibly harder than ever and then it jerks violently over and over, extending my own orgasm as it gives up his seed in long, hot streams that overflow between us. And still he does not slow, his cock still jerking within me as his pelvis grinds against mine, a growl echoing with every pulse of his release. And I can’t stop coming, my pussy latched and sucking him in for all it’s worth until he finally gives me the last flood of his release.

My legs slip weakly from his torso, my hands falling limp to my sides as Reynard carefully lowers my hips to the bed. His eyes still have a faint glow to them as he looks down at me with an expression akin to wonder. He raises a hand to brush the side of my cheek, and I lean into his touch, enjoying the connection before he shifts to my side. His wings pull free with painfully sharp cracks from the walls. I can’t bring myself to care, though, as he settles beside me and drags me into his arms. With my muscles and bones currently feeling liquefied, I sink into his embrace with a content sigh, rubbing my cheek against the muscles of his chest.

“Okay, ifthisis what witches experience, I definitely can’t blame the ones I saw in the city for getting it on with vampires,” I mumble into him.

I feel Reynard stiffen beside me, but I don’t press, and he doesn’t let me go. Instead, he strokes his fingers up and down the back of my arm.

“You have seen vampires claiming witches?” he asks at last, his voice low.

I frown at the strange question—because no one could have missed—but nod. “Do you find that weird? It’s one of the reasons I finally made the decision to leave the city. You couldn’t go anywhere without tripping over some vampire all over a witch in a dark corner or blocking a freaking stairwell.”

That latter part still sticks in my craw just a little.

Reynard’s lips twitch with sympathetic amusement, but he sighs. “No, not weird exactly, but it shows that this cross mating is a lot more prevalent than any of us knew. We thought it was just a few rogues, but if it is happening to that degree where vampires are intentionally engaging witches openly… it is a little concerning.”

Sliding my hand up his chest, I pillow my chin on it so that I can better meet his eyes. “I don’t understand. Why? Is there something wrong with vampires and witches mating? You said we’re mates.”

“We are,” he soothes, “and there is nothing wrong with that. It is a wonderful gift that makes me the happiest I have ever been. But the sudden surge in numbers, especially if it is among rogues who are not tied to covens, are going to be worrying when it comes to our species balance.”

My brows draw lower. I don’t like where this conversation is heading. “Why? If there is nothing wrong with it, why would it worry you? Why would it be anyone’s business at all who they love?”

His chest expands beneath me as he looks away, draws in a deep breath, and then releases it. His eyes meet mine grimly as an almost static energy builds in the air around us. “Because if we thought that it might cause an imbalance between the covens in power, this is potentially far worse. The power they have access to without strict oversight from a vampire coven can be dangerous to everyone.”

This is not making any sense. I push myself up to a seated position so that I’m looking down at him as if trying to see into his mind where the answer to this puzzle lies, my eyebrows knitting with confusion.

“What does a vampire mating with a witch have to do with a power imbalance among your kind? Are you worried that the witches would cast spells on their behalf? I suppose that’s possible, but our power has its limits and wouldn’t be much different from what we can do now.”

“No,” he says as he too slides up to a seated position. “That is not our worry. We are worried about how strong the vampires will become, and with a strength that will have no end as long as they are nesting with their mates. Worse, vampires who are not scrupulous will not wait for the human’s consent to mate them but will bloodbond with them in the midst of their first breeding without a thought to the desires of the witch.”

My eyebrows fly up in surprise, and even as a sick feeling settles deep in my belly. “Are you saying that vampires are getting stronger by mating with witches? And you’re just discovering this now?” I shake my head in disbelief. I want to throw up. “Wait, is this why you’re here? Your so-called envoy … it was an attempt to find mates, wasn’t it?”

His lips thin, and I know I hit the nail on the head. “I did not know that was our purpose when we first arrived. I was only told of it after Jack was certain he could get my support to remain. The rest is completely true, and I did not wish to leave you here unprotected. Not when we were worried that other vampire covens would infiltrate, and someone nearly did… The galkin you spoke to during the Jack-o’-Lantern Dance was working on behalf of a pair of vladimiri. I wanted to tell you since that first dance but did not know how to broach it.”

I’m horrified that the strange little man had been a plant to bring more vampires in unknowingly but can’t get my mind around the fact that he didn’t tell us—didn’t tell me. They left my entire coven vulnerable without the necessary information to protect ourselves.

“How about, ‘Hey, Fran, there are a bunch of vampires who will be trying to intentionally seduce all the witches of your coven—and by the way, I’m one of them.’” I grit my teeth against the rush of anger until I practically shake with it. “Who else?” I demand. “What other witches in my coven have been mated?”

“None,” he rasps. “You and I are the only ones.”

My eyes burn with angry tears, but I refuse to let them fall. “Well, I guess you drew the lucky number, didn’t you? I thought it was something special. ThatIwas special… not a fucking target.”

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