A Muse for Mishka (Wiccan-Were-Bear #12) (14 page)

“You look amazing, my heart.”

“Thank you, Master Mishka,” she said, her
gaze darkening further, the scent of her arousal punctuating the
air.

“Mistress,” he said, his voice dropping as he
pressed his lips to hers.

She slid her tongue along one of his fangs,
and a shiver of arousal shot through him.

“I love when you call me that,” she said,
pulling away from him slightly to break the kiss. “Your voice is so
sexy. If you could use your persuasion powers on me, could you make
me come?”

“I’m afraid not. My persuasion power doesn’t
lend itself to pleasure. I do know some vampires who can, though.
I’ve heard that a persuasive orgasm is out of this world.”

“It would be hard to top how you make me feel
when we come together.”

Kissing her once more, he opened the door to
the chamber and offered her his arm. “Are you ready to finish our
date?”

“Absolutely. I’m very curious about this
secret viewing room.”

As they walked down the corridor to the
elevator, he said, “When the club was built, I had it put in for
the
family
to use as a gathering room. The one-way mirror
allowed us to watch the goings-on in the club without having to be
out in the crowd. But the problem became that we never actually
went out into the club, and the
family
spent all of their
time in there. The coven felt as though I, personally, and the
family
were never around. It’s important for the coven to
see us all and know that we’re there and keeping watch.”

“Then you created the
family
room
.”

He nodded. “That allowed the coven and other
club goers to see that we were there in the club, watching.”

“Do you use the viewing room?”

“From time to time.”

When they had reached the reception area of
the offices, Arissa told them to have a pleasant date, and Bellamin
and Dylan, who guarded the office doors, held them open.

“It’s a pleasure to see you both tonight,”
Dylan said, ducking his head in a small bow.

“Enjoy your evening, master and mistress,”
Bellamin said.

“Thank you,” Harmony said.

Mishka led her down the hall and away from
the doors that passed the coat check and the club, and he used the
keypad to unlock the viewing room. Only
family
members knew
the code to the room. Once inside the room, Mishka locked the door
from inside so that the keypad was disabled, preventing them from
being disturbed. Ahead of time, he’d had Cella make provisions in
the room for their date.

Only one overstuffed chair sat several feet
away from the center of the glass wall, with a small table next to
it that held a decanter of SyBl, a bottle of champagne in an ice
bucket, and two glasses. A small tray of fruit, chocolate, and
cheese had been set next to the drinks. Electric candles flickered
strategically around the room in small alcoves, giving them enough
light to see without needing an overhead light.

“It’s really nice in here,” Harmony said. “I
can see why you like it.”

She moved to the glass wall and put her
fingertips on it. He joined her, pressing a button on a keypad next
to the glass that turned on the speaker system so they could hear
the music playing in the club. The thumping, fast beats of the
music filled the room and he gripped her wrists gently and pulled
her away from the glass and into his arms, dancing her to the
center of the room.

Over the years, he’d learned different forms
of dancing, watching trends come and go. He could dance to almost
any kind of music, but all he really wanted to do was hold Harmony
close and move with her. Settling his hands on her waist, she
smiled as she laid her hands on his shoulders, and they both began
to sway.

“I think we’re making our own music,” she
said.

“Maybe the next time we come in here, we can
have the DJ play some slow songs.”

“This isn’t so bad.” She laid her head on his
chest as he moved them around the room, their steps moving not to
the music but to the beating of her heart. “It’s different out
there in the club. They dance like they’re on fire and trying to
put it out.”

With a chuckle, he glanced at the glass, but
he knew what he’d see because he’d witnessed it many nights.
Humans, vampires, and shifters writhed together, the music swirling
around them like the strobe lights and lasers the DJ used.

“I feel like the world could fall apart
around us and I wouldn’t care, or even notice, because of how much
I love you.” she said.

Mishka slid his hands up into her hair,
angling her head so he could kiss her. He parted her lips with his
tongue and delved inside, dancing his tongue along hers. She moaned
softly, her hands kneading his shoulders as she pressed closer.
Tilting her head a little more, he deepened the kiss as she made
soft sounds of pleasure in her throat. He nipped her lower lip,
licking across the plump swell before sucking on her tongue once
more.

He moved them to the chair, sitting down and
tugging her into his lap so her back was against one arm and her
legs were over the other. Without breaking the kiss, he slid his
hand between her legs, gently pushing them apart. She settled
against him, running her fingers down his throat and unbuttoning
two buttons of his shirt.

When she tried to push his jacket off his
shoulder, he stilled her fingers and broke the kiss, nipping her
lip as she protested.

“Just you,” he said in a low voice.

She leaned back against the arm of the chair,
one hand buried in his hair and the other resting on her thigh.
“Oh?”

“For now,” he said, slipping his hand
underneath the short skirt. He knew she wasn’t wearing panties, and
as he brushed his fingers against her bare pussy, he was rewarded
with the wet evidence of her arousal.

“Always so wet,” he murmured, softly stroking
her.

“You do that to me.”

“I want to do more.”

“Anything you want.”

He let out a growl of agreement. She lifted
her hips, and he pushed her skirt up over her hips. When she
settled her bottom against his thighs, he had the urge to rip his
pants off and fuck her hard and fast, but he ignored the desire and
instead reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew the toy.

Her eyes widened slightly, and then she
grinned. “Find something interesting tonight?”

“Very much so. Will you use it on yourself
while I watch?”

Her gaze darted to the glass, and she
wriggled on him for a moment. “It’s almost like being out in the
crowd.”

“But only I can see you.”

She opened the pouch and withdrew the small
purple fingertip vibe. She slid her index finger into it and
clicked the button on the bottom. It purred to life. Mishka undid
the hook for her halter, sliding down the fabric until her breasts
were free, the large mounds tipped with tight nipples.

She rubbed her nipples with the vibe first,
scooting down a little more and spreading her thighs. He kissed her
as she rubbed her nipples with the vibe, moaning softly, her heart
starting to pound. He lifted from her lips and watched as she
dropped the vibe down to her pussy, rubbing the vibrating tip on
her clit.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned, tilting her hips and
swirling the vibe in fast circles.

Mishka fisted her hair and kissed her as he
pressed his middle finger into her pussy, soaking it with her
arousal. She was hot and wet, and he could feel the vibe inside her
pussy. Pulling his finger from her pussy, he replaced it with his
thumb and then curved his middle finger toward her ass, pressing
the tip to her tight flower.

She tried to drop her head back, but he kept
her up with his hand in her hair. “Watch me finger you, love.”

Biting her bottom lip, she rubbed her clit
faster with the vibe as he pushed his middle finger slowly into her
tight hole, easing it out and then pushing it back in a little
further. She tilted her hips to meet his thrusts each time until
they were moving as one, his finger and thumb buried deeply,
fingering her hard and fast as she worked herself to climax.

He felt her pussy begin to contract
rhythmically around his thumb, and he pounded into her as she held
the vibe against the side of her clit and cried out his name. She
writhed on him, holding the vibe on her clit as her pussy creamed
around his finger. Her skin flushed, and she clicked the button on
the vibe and then kissed him, pressing her hand to his as she
fingered herself with his hand.

“That feels so good,” she whispered against
his lips. “So fucking good.”

“You’re glorious, love,” he growled, “and all
mine.”

She pushed his hand from her pussy and ass
and used the back of the chair to leverage herself as she spread
her knees on either side of his thighs. “Fuck me, Mishka. Fuck me
so hard that the crowd can hear me when I scream your name.”

Undoing his belt and slacks, he lifted his
hips and pushed his pants to his knees, his cock thick and
straight, glistening with arousal. She lowered herself slowly on
him, but he’d heard her request and grabbed her hips and slammed
her down. She shrieked in pleasure as he lifted his hips and drove
himself into her again and again. His shirt tore as she gripped it
and held on, fucking him as hard as he was fucking her, their
bodies melting together.

The vibe clicked on again, and she pressed it
to her clit, their lips meeting as they headed for climax. He could
feel the vibrations in her pussy, and the pleasurable waves pushed
him forward until he could barely hold onto his control. She panted
and mewled, and then her pussy gripped him tightly as she came,
screaming his name in her pleasure until her voice cracked.

He followed her, lifting her up and down on
him until the last of his come had been wrung from him. She turned
off the vibe and glanced over her shoulder to the glass wall.
“Think anyone heard?”

“I’m quite certain that at least the vampires
did.”

She slumped against him with a happy sigh.
“Then they’ll all know how well you loved me.”

“I will always love you well.”

After cleaning up with wet wipes and a soft
hand towel, Mishka drank a glass of SyBl while his beloved drank
champagne and nibbled on the snack tray. She was curled up in his
lap, talking about the band and how her friends were doing in their
new jobs.

“Cella said that Vex and Rage were going to
the Wiccans on the November full moon to ask for help with a
vision?”

“They believe they’ve had a vision of their
beloved.”

Her eyes widened. “To share? I thought
vampires didn’t share well.”

“I haven’t seen it before, at least not in
the long term, but they’re turned twins. Vex said that they have
always enjoyed sharing females, even before they were changed.”

“She’ll be a lucky female. Can the Wiccans
really tell them who she is?”

“I don’t know. They’re a powerful coven. If
it’s the will of the spirits to allow them to help Rage and Vex,
then they’ll be able to. Otherwise, they will just have to
wait.”

“Do you think there’s a beloved out there for
everyone?”

“I hope so. It would be sad to think of some
vampires never knowing how blissful life can be with a true
match.”

She smiled, and it was his favorite one. The
one that told him that she adored him in every way.

“There was a time when vampires would take
multiple beloveds.”

“How is that possible?”

“Well, there’s only one
true
beloved,
but if a vampire were to share blood with a human or shifter, they
would become in essence a lesser form of beloved – immortal and
tied to the vampire forever, but not sharing memories.”

“Why would someone do that?”

“For different reasons. I knew a female coven
leader who took multiple beloveds and used them as guards.”

“How strange.”

“There are a multitude of strange things in
our world, my heart.”

“Like muses and vampires being drawn together
by dreams?”

He hummed in agreement. “And beautiful
singers having the ability to change emotions.”

“And sexy vampire masters?”

She kissed him and slipped from his lap,
finishing the last swallow of her champagne and setting down the
glass. “I’d like to go visit the
family
and then lock the
chamber door for about two days.”

“Only two?” he asked, rising from the chair
and putting his glass down.

“At the very least.”

He tugged her against him and gazed down at
her, inhaling the sweet scent of their combined passion and the way
the candlelight flickered over her beautiful features. “I wish I’d
met you years ago,” he said, lowering his head to kiss her.

“Me too.”

With thoughts on their time in the chamber,
he lifted from her lips and brushed his thumb over the lower swell.
“My heart, what would I do without you?”

“Fortunately, you never have to find
out.”

He chuckled and offered her his arm, which
she accepted with a sweet smile. As they left the viewing room and
headed for the
family room
, he knew just how lucky he truly
was. He wished for all of his coven members to find their
truemates, whether they be shifters or humans or other supernatural
creatures. The world was full of people, and he did truly believe
that there was someone for everyone. He didn’t have to keep looking
for his beloved. She was right here, and he counted himself the
most fortunate vampire in existence, vowing to show her every day
how much she meant to him.

It only took him five hundred years to meet
her. The next five hundred years would be amazing.

The End

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