Holiday Bites: A Collection of Vampire Paranormal Romances (2 page)

“Please, Eve.” Steven’s cock pistoned inside her. He angled up, bumping her g-spot, and even though her emotions were roiling, her body was full-steam ahead on the pleasure train.  “I know that you love me.”

“Yes,” she admitted softly.

“Good.” His thumb rubbed her clit and he surged inside her, his cock taking long, deep strokes. It was as if he were rewarding her for her answer. But though the moment was odd and his need to know strange … the truth was still the truth. Eve loved Steven, time be damned.

Straining against the silk bonds, Eve closed her eyes and let the sensations wash over her. She matched his movements as her heart pounded and sweat slicked her skin. As the bliss built into a pyre of pleasure, her mind reeled with the implication of being loved by someone, of loving someone heart, soul, and body.

“Steven!” The orgasm burst; wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her. Her cries echoed with his as he emptied his seed deep inside her.

Later, after Steven slipped out of the bed to go write, Eve realized that while he had coaxed an admission of love from her … he hadn’t given one in return.

ON CHRISTMAS EVE morning, Eve sat at the dining room table and accepted a mug of coffee from Milton, the ever-efficient butler of the manse. Though Steven rarely—okay, never—joined her for breakfast, this was the first time she felt weirded out by it. As she nibbled on her toast, that thought gave her pause. Why hadn’t she considered it strange Steven didn’t wake with her and eat with her? Even though Val had been teasing when she pointed out his strange habits, Eve had never given it much thought.

Did she really think Steven was a vampire? Puh-lease. Vampires weren’t real. He kept strange hours because he wrote mostly at night. Granted, he was never in the bed when she awoke, but he always left a note with a flower. He was very kind, very sweet. She had no right thinking he was anything other than a gorgeous, talented writer.

Poop on bad thoughts.
Tonight, she would spend a wonderful evening with a wonderful man. For once, she’d looked forward to Christmas. And this year, she had let herself feel the magic of the season instead of holding it at bay. Being alone during the holidays sucked royally. But when you had someone next to you, someone you loved, Christmas meant so much more. Forget the cheap cards, crass decorations, and cheesy gifts. As long as she had Steven, she’d considered herself gifted with the best present of all.

Sighing happily, she realized that living with a rich man who had a loyal housekeeping staff meant that she had a whole of nothing to do. With Steven away for the day, she decided to bake sugar cookies, finish wrapping presents, and enjoy the slew of holiday movies sure to be on every television channel.

At noon, Milton and the rest of the staff went off to their own celebrations. Eve didn’t mind puttering around the house alone. In fact, she enjoyed the quiet and the serenity.

The rest of the afternoon flew by. Sated by eating a few too many of her own frosted snowmen cookies, Eve went to upstairs to the bedroom and tucked into the huge bed. She turned on the flat-panel TV that hang on the opposite wall and drowsed as she listened to the dialogue of “It’s A Wonderful Life.”

Soon, she fell asleep…

Eve stood in a circle of candles, her feet together. The darkness outside of the circle was all encompassing. She’d rather be near light than venture into the dark and into possible danger. Behind her back, her hands were tied. And she was completely naked. Something about the situation seemed familiar…
oh God
.

Derina awaited the carnal punishment of her vampire lovers.

Just then, Eve saw the outlines of two men. One at a time, they stepped into the circle. Both were drool-inducing naked. Oh, shit.
I’m in serious trouble.

“Steven?”

“Who is Steven?” asked the gorgeous, tiger-eyed man who could easily be her lover’s twin. He had a German accent. “Is there someone we must kill in order to have you,
Liebling
?”

“N-no.” Her gaze flitted to the second man. Though he was just as tall and well-built as Steven, he had black hair and dark-as-sin eyes. “Who are you?”

“Is your memory so short?” asked the dark-haired man. He sounded Scottish.

“This is a dream,” said Eve, half-believing it.

“Believe what you wish,” said Steven. “You know that I am Warick.”

“And that I am Robert.” Robert traced her jaw with his forefinger. “We will make love to you, our bonny lass.”

“But first, we must punish you.” Steven… no, Warick… held out his hand. In it, out of thin air, appeared a flogger.

Eve stared at the multitude of black leather strands then at the strong, pale hand that clenched the handle. Her heart leapt in her chest. Though she and Steven had played with light bondage and hand spankings, she had never ventured too far into BDSM. She always figured herself for a vanilla girl, though she had suspected Steven enjoyed playing in that dark realm.

“Please, don’t. I’m not… I never…” She heaved a breath. “I’m not into pain.”

Warick snapped the flogger at her. The snaky ends brushed her breasts and she flinched. “On your knees, Derina.”

Robert pressed on her shoulders. “Take your punishment so that you may earn your pleasure.”

“No.
Please.
” Tears gathered in her eyes as she knelt on the floor. What kind of fucked-up dream was this? Since when had she fantasized about being whipped? Not even getting flogged by two handsome
fictional
men in a damned dream was enough to allay her fears.
Wake up, Eve. C’mon. Wake up!

While Robert dropped to his knees in front of her, Warick positioned himself behind her. “Lift your ass.”

She did as he said, offering her pert rear end to him, though she dreaded the flogger’s sting. Instead, she felt the skittering of the leather straps across her buttocks. The soft bands trailed up her spine then down again.

Robert leaned forward and drew one of her nipples into his mouth. The minute he suckled the peak, the flogger slapped her tender flesh. To her shock, the pain the streaked across her turned into pleasure. As Robert cupped her breasts, fondling her nipples gently, Warick applied the flogger to her ass. Each light stinging smack sent pain and longing ricocheting through her.

Her arms ached and her wrists throbbed. Her knees protested the marble floor. Yet, her every sense awakened… to the gentle lap of Robert’s tongue on her breast and Warick’s mastery of the flogger on her tender flesh. Her body reacted to every wicked sensation.

Pain.

Pleasure.

She absorbed both with equal fervor.

“She’s ready,” said Robert. “She’s beautiful.” He stood up and stepped close. His long, thick cock hovered near her lips. She wanted to feel him inside her, but she would gladly taste him, too.

As if he heard her thoughts, he brushed the tip of his cock against her lips. She swirled her tongue around the head, then sucked it into her mouth. She tasted his maleness, and enjoyed the feel of his warm cock sliding between her lips.

“Oh, Derina. Yes, lass.
Yes.
” His hands covered her head and he bent his knees. Slowly, he pushed his cock into her mouth and pumped his hips. His pants and moans were low and harsh as she took his cock again and again.

Writhing in the heat flooding through her, she licked and sucked and took every thrust.

To her disappointment, Robert pulled out of her mouth, breathing harshly. “Not yet. All of us. Together.” He leaned down and helped her to stand. Her legs tingled and felt like wet noodles. Her ass throbbed, the flesh feeling raw. 

She felt the steel warmth of Warick’s body as he pressed against her, his penis fitting between her sore buttocks. “You are beautiful, Derina. So beautiful.” He lifted her hair and feathered kisses on her neck.

Warick’s hands drifted down to her thighs, trailing up her ribs oh-so-slowly until his big, pale hands cupped her breasts. A moan escaped as he kneaded the mounds. Her breasts felt heavy, her nipples taunt and deliciously achy. 

Robert pressed forward, his swollen cock rubbing against her pussy.

Her cunt throbbed, her clit tight with pleasure, streamers of bliss threatening. As Robert bent his legs and maneuvered his cock into her pussy, she felt Warick’s finger pierce her anus. “Your ass turns me on,” he whispered. “I can’t wait to fuck it.”

Already at the edge of orgasm, her knees buckled, but Robert held her up. As Warick continued to stretch her ass to accommodate his cock, Robert fitted himself inside her. His cock was hard and thick and filled her completely. She savored the feeling of him penetrating her. She licked her lips, staring him, hungry for the touches of both men.

A moment later, she felt the cold squirt of lubricant fill her ass. Then the tip of Warick’s penis slid between her buttocks. Slowly he inched his cock into her burning ass. Robert held her steady, kissing her neck and whispering sweet nothings.

Finally, Warick was sheathed all the way inside. They stood together and allowed her to adjust to the dual penetration. Holy God. She felt so full, she was sure she’d split in two.

Slowly, Robert began to move and soon, Warick caught his rhythm. Within moments, she was being thoroughly fucked by two handsome men.

The overload of sensations brought her to blinding orgasm. She came hard on Robert’s cock, nearly breathless from the shuddering climax.

Still, the men didn’t stop.

The rubbing on her sensitized clit and the pounding in both ass and pussy revved her up again.

“Oh, God! Yes!” she cried.

As another orgasm rolled over her, Robert clenched her hips and thrust deeply. He groaned, his face tight, and cried, “I’m coming. I’m going to fill up you up with my come.”

As Robert’s come jetted into her slick cunt, Warick shoved his cock deeply inside her. She felt the hot spurt of his come fill her throbbing, raw ass.

God, God, oh God.
She had never felt so incredible. She was sure her body would protest every lustful violation, but for now… for now, she was well-loved and so very satisfied. If not for the two men holding her up, Eve would’ve fallen to the floor. “I love you,” she said. “I love you both.”

“And that,” whispered Warick in her ear, “is the problem.”

Eve awoke with her body afire and her pussy dripping. She tucked her hand inside her sweats and stroked her agitated clit. Wow oh wow. She’d dreamed about
Swelter
. Set in 1892, the erotica followed the adventures of the vampire Warick and his mortal lover, Derina. Along the way, they fell in love with another vampire, Robert. Though the carnal punishment was her favorite scene, she had never fantasized about it so vividly.
Almost as if it really happened...

Thinking again about the way Warick and Robert had taken her body, she brought herself to a shuddering orgasm.

“Naughty girl,” whispered a seductive voice. “That’s my job. I should punish you for playing alone.”

“You inspired the orgasm,” she responded as Steven helped her off with her clothes. She was delighted to note that he was already naked. “But I’m open to another one.”

“Hmm.” He leaned down and captured a nipple, sucking it into hardness then gently biting it. She gasped at the sting of pain. Her pussy bloomed with juice, which trickled down her thighs. He captured her other nipple and repeated the torture. She moaned. God, she loved it when he played with her breasts.

“Sit up, get on your knees and face the headboard.”

Responding his commanding tone, she did exactly as he asked. She heard him rattling around in the deep drawer of the bedside table. Steven got behind her, kneeling too. His hands cupped her breasts. Then his thumbs and forefingers squeezed her nipples.

“Oh!” She sucked in a breath and closed her eyes. She knew better than demand more from Steven. He would make her wait longer or deliciously torment her body until she begged for release. She was in no mood to wait. She was too greedy for him and what he could give her. 

Steven twisted both of her tender peaks until she felt them pulse in exquisite pain.

“This is only one of your Christmas presents,” he said as he looped a plastic noose around one tortured peak. He tightened it; then he did the same to her other nipple. Now, her breasts were chained in gold. They throbbed madly; sending frenzied thrills straight to her cunt. She looked down and saw a third chain hanging off the middle. On its end was a hook. Before she could wonder about its purpose, Steven tossed the pillows away from the front of the bed.

“Move forward until you’re close to the wall.” She did as he demanded. He hooked the end to a thin metal loop on the intricate headboard. “You can control your pleasure now. The harder you pull, the tighter the nooses.”

She tested this theory. The cruciation of her nipples rocketed pleasure-pain through her. Weak with lust, she wanted nothing more than to be fucked, and fucked hard.

“What do you want?” he asked, his breath fluttering the hair near her ear. “Tell me.”

“You,” she admitted.

“As you wish, darling. Get on your hands and knees.”

Eve was breathing hard, trying to get air into her lungs. She was so turned on, she shuddered with need and her pussy dripped with cream. She looked down and gauged the length of the chain.