Page 3 of Claiming Her Vampire

I nod to the staff as I wade through the sweaty bodies on the dance floor. I avoid them as best I can, dodging their touch. The club is packed. The night is already starting well.

The door to my office is cracked open, which is odd. I always shut and lock it. I am very protective of my space. I reach for a knife and use my foot to push it open soundlessly. I prepare to send the blade flying but stop at the last minute.

On the floor is a couple. The woman is naked on her hands and knees. Her curvy body is flushed. Her mouth is open with a silent scream. Her makeup is smeared across her face as sweat pours down her head. Her long blonde hair is fisted in the hand of my bar manager as he takes her from behind.

Tristan is pounding into her, naked, thrusting greedily.

I abandon the knife, lean casually against the door, and watch the show. Tristan is too involved with his conquest to hear me. His grunts of satisfaction are the only sound in the room. My guess is he instructed her to be quiet.

The woman is beautiful. Her tits are big and bouncing from the force of Tristan's motion. I can’t help but watch them move and be affected by the picture they present. Tristan and I had shared women before when the opportunity presented itself. I'm told having two vampires at once is a euphoric experience.

It’s been a while since we have indulged. I growl softly.

I unfold from the doorway to prowl towards them.

Tristan startles and shudders to a stop, watching me nervously. He’s not sure what I am going to do—probably expecting me to kick them out after I use my knives on him.

The blonde notices the lack of action and tilts her head to look at me with awe and curiosity. I look into her eyes and see her glance at my pants. I harden at her riveted stare. “The King,” she whispers, licking her lips slowly.

That’s all the permission I need. I undo my pants and walk to my desk to lean on it. They will have to position themselves in front of me.

I don’t get on my knees for anyone.

She takes my silent suggestion, pulling away quickly from Tristan, and crawls over to me. I suck in a sharp breath as her lips touch my cock. I grip the edge of the desk, watching my cock disappear into her hot mouth. Then she sucks hard. Just how I like it.

Tristan sneers at me in displeasure but accepts the new position and lines up behind her again. He roughly pulls her hip back enough for him to sink inside. I smirk at his displeasure.

She loses her rhythm when she feels Tristan, so I take control. I grasp the back of her head and guide her.

“Suck harder,” I instruct.

I encourage her to move faster. I have work to do.

I close my eyes and reach for my end game. I think about my mate, who I hoped to meet. I imagine it’s her mouth that sucks me, all warm and hungry for me. I come down her throat with a grunt and pull out quickly. I nudge her back gently and zip my pants.

“Get out,” I say, rough. I temper my words with a caress on her cheek, and she smiles at me.

She scrambles back, dislodging Tristan from her. He lands on his naked ass and scowls at me. The woman stands and hastily finds her clothes scattered over the floor. She is still hopping from one foot to the other, trying to pull on her pants as she goes out the door.

“What the fuck, Ryker?” Tristan asks. He waves at his still-hard cock.

“You’re lucky I don’t cut that off. Never come in my office again with a woman.” I look him in the eye, letting some of my power fill the room. He grits his teeth at the pressure.

“At least you could have let me come. She is probably running for her life.” He pulls up his pants, grimacing.

“Where would be the fun in that? Now, get out. I have work to do.” I wave him off and walk around my desk.

“Jesus, you're an asshole,” he says.

“Well, in the future, don’t use this asshole's office for anything,” I warn.

“Got it,” he mutters.

“You might want to find another willing woman before that thing turns blue.” I point to his cock he’s trying to force back into his pants. “Oh, and send Brian in.” I’m in the mood to use my knives on him.

He curses and glares at me before he slams the door.

I sit in my chair and lean back with a satisfied sigh. My lips twitch. Fuck, that was an excellent way to start the night.

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