ROMANCE: Vampire Romance Collection (Menage BBW Young Adult Paranormal) (Vampire Shapeshifter Romance Short Stories) (6 page)

She forced herself to look up and meet his eyes, just as his hand began speeding up, shaking her entire dress and leaving her body quivering.

“Oh Gawwdddd…” she groaned, having a mini-gasm just as she looked into his wanton, lusty eyes.  His sexual desire for her was naked, all-consuming and the kind of power that was impossible to restrain.

Suddenly, he turned her around, back to front, never taking his hand off the magic spot.  Barbara was still pre-coming and hyperventilating from the intimate touch, but he remained perfectly controlled.  Much to his chagrin, his iron member wasn’t as engorged as he had hoped.  Instead, he took a whiff of her skin, letting his lips travel from her shoulders to the thinnest part of her neck.

“Oh God…you’re making me cuhhhh…cuhhh…”

Just as she closed her eyes and readied for the biggest orgasm of her life, Lester came to life.  His eyes went blood red and his fangs protruded from his gums.  He came within an inch of ripping two perfect gaping holes through her neck before quickly shutting his mouth in agony.

He roughly shoved Barbara to the ground, the poor woman landing on her boobs, which did manage to break her fall.  “Owww!”

“I’m sorry…”

He ran off back to the wedding reception, scared shitless, like a virgin on prom night, or like a gay man being forced to breed.  She scratched her head, feeling a hundred emotions at once and trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

Geeeezus…usually  they come, shower and get dressed before tossing me to the floor.

She felt sad, confused—dammit still very aroused—and had no earthly idea what kind of strange creature Lester really was.  She regarded herself, pulling her panties up from her knees and straightening her dress.  By the time she rejoined the party, as expected, Lester was long gone.  She met eyes with a suspicious-looking Linda and smiled, pretending as she wasn’t humiliated and dumped—literally. 

**

Who are you, Lester Lincoln? 

Barbara knew that whoever Lester was supposed to be, his MO wasn’t the usual wham bam type that hit the bars and clubs.  As expected, those she asked about him knew nothing except that he was a private man who kept to himself.  Was never seen partying or dating anyone.  Was probably richer than even the most notorious gossipers imagined—which they assumed was the only reason Barbara seemed so interested in tracking him down. 

But Lester’s money didn’t impress Barbara, who already surrendered herself to him once and for no other reason except that he seemed sincere, very sexy, and yes, just a tad mysterious like she liked them.

I couldn’t give a damn about your money, Lester.  I want to kick your ass.  I want to beat an apology out of you!  Who does that?  Seduces a girl at a wedding and then scrams before he even finishes what he started?

Admittedly, he wasn’t entirely rude.  Barbara did get to come twice and he didn’t even get started.  But it was the principle of the thing.  More importantly, she didn’t come enough—not nearly enough for all that anticipation.  Whoever this stranger was, an explanation was an order.

She decided to do something drastic and showed up at his “estate”, a rather large looking black and grey mansion, and certainly not outside the area of “ghoulish-looking.” 

To her surprise, he did show up at the door straight-faced and dressed in a robe dark almost medieval looking robe.  He wasn’t cocky.  He wasn’t terrified.  In fact, he looked pleased to see her, as if knowing she would probably come to see him at some point.

“Why, Lester?  Or is that even your real name?”

The two of them sat down in his study, a very large one with plenty of books—the very idea of which made Barbara weak at the knee.  So many books.  So dramatic a place to live, and such an enigma of a man.  She had to remember that she was mad at him.

“I just don’t get it.  Is it because you’re not attracted to me?” Barbara asked, feeling vulnerable and folding her arms. 

“No,” he said, with a shake of his head.  “Don’t ever think that.  I said it and meant it.  You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.  Everything about you tickles my senses.”

“Words come easy to you,” she said with a suspicious sideways glance.

“I know it’s hard to believe.  And I do owe you an apology.  Because when I went with you for the walk in the forest…I really thought that’s what I wanted to do.”

“Oh?  You thought you were getting lucky?”

Lester smiled wryly.  “Well, I think we both knew something was happening.”

“Go on.”

“But I was ashamed of myself.  I couldn’t go through with it.  I couldn’t do it.  And I had to leave.”

“Okay.  What couldn’t you do?  Oh wait…do you mean…?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.  Oh…I’m sorry.”

“Yes.  It is my shameful secret.”

“Well, there’s medications for that, you know.”

Lester looked confused, then suddenly shocked and outraged.  “Medications?  For this?!”

“Yeah.  I mean, sometimes you guys just worry too much about it.  If you calm your nerves and just relax, it helps.  And it happens to all men…”

“Calm?  I AM CALM!” he screamed, his eyes filling with a demonic red-eyed gaze. 

Barbara suddenly jumped out of the chair and backed against a wall.  “Oh my God.  I’m so sorry…oh my God…I’m really sorry…”

“You’re sorry?” Lester laughed, his voice becoming a melancholy boom, a guttural and demonic rasp, as if the devil himself had been revealed.  “You’re sorry for what?  That you discovered the real me and now I’m going to what?”

“I dunno…” Barbara said in teary-eyed terror.

“Barbara…as I said, I have lied about nothing.  And if I had wanted you dead, if I had wanted to fulfill my ‘Player’ urges, as you call them…I would have done it.  And you’d be dead now.”

Lester broke eye contact with her and looked down to the floor, in disappointment.  “Go.  No one is going to hurt you.”

Barbara stood still for a long moment, second-guessing whether to run like hell or comfort the grieving stranger. 

“Well…okay…”  She fought off her panic and gritted up, reminding herself to stay calm and avoid his perilous red eyes.  “I’m not going to run off.  I’m not judging you.  Let’s just talk this through.”

“Talk what through?  You know my secret.  And you know why we can’t be anything together.”

She grabbed her head in confusion, but still felt cheated.  “No, no.  Wait a minute.  I distinctly remember you saying that you liked me.  That you wanted to take me away to a new world.  Didn’t you say that?”

“I did say that.”

“And did you mean it?”

“Yes.  Barbara Uppers.  I meant it.  But that was when I thought I could control myself.”

“Hmm…” she said tilting her head and watching him in awe.  “So you can’t control yourself around me, is that it?”

“Your skin…it’s so delicious.  It triggers two desires in me.  I crave your body, to make love to you.  So give you pleasure.  And then, to take pleasure.  To taste your delicious…delectable…scrumptious skin.”

His fangs started to grow out, but he shook the aroused feeling off.  “I know you may think I’m lying, but I only speak the truth.  I fall in love quickly, because I think at a faster rate of thought than human beings.  I sense what they’re thinking.  Especially what they’re feeling.  My dear, I have no need of seduction.  Human beings cannot resist me.”

His eerie confidence sent a chill up her spine and a little sting in her loins.

“But that is also why I do not fall in love very often.  Most people do not possess anything worth having.  No endearing qualities.  Just selfish, cowardly little women.  Of no value to me.  But the last person I fell in love with, I did so three hundred years ago.  And I knew I loved her because of the complexion of her skin.  I knew I loved her within seconds.  I read her entire mind and heart from her skin.  It was all there.  Her warmth.  Her humor.  Her inner beauty.  When I lost her, I vowed to find her.  In this life, or the next life.  Her soul would never escape me.  Wherever she was reborn, reincarnated, so help me, I would find her.”

“And you never did?”

Lester looked up and smiled sadly.  “No.  And I never thought I would fall in love again.  But your skin…”

Barbara laughed quietly.  “You really do have a thing for skin, don’t you?”

“I told you, it’s all in your skin and scent.  I sense you on a deeper level than a man could ever know you.”

“Well…Mister Lester.  Or shall I call you, Mister Impaler?”

“What?”

“Nothing,” she said with a snicker.  “I really have no idea what to think of this.  But…I have an idea.”

“What?  An idea for what?”

“Well…” she said with a blush running across her face.  “I’ve always been a girl who finishes what she started.  You told me you wanted to make love.  But you’re afraid of what you might do to me.”

“Yes?”

“Then let me take control.”  She smiled then raised her brow, a bit devilishly, you might say. 

**

“I know you’re a big boy, Count.”

“Arrrhhh…” he moaned. 

“I know you can take the pain.  And trust me.  In the end it will be worth it.”

Wearing only a red bra and panties, her nearly naked curvy body taunted Lester, who could only gaze in wanton desire.  Barbara secured Lester’s left hand to the bedpost, handcuffing him tightly, but with garlic-laced metal.  It burned Lester’s hands like a ring of fire and caused him great pain—but he endured it all just for the chance to see Barbara’s bouncing breasts and milky white skin dangling in front of him, which made him quickly forget the sting.

She leaned over, her bulging bare tummy barely making contact with his face, as she handcuffed his other hand tightly to the other bed post. 

“Unhhh…” he grunted, his eyes already glowing red in covetousness. 

She slipped off his lightly knotted robe, exposing his chest hair and muscular physique.  She kept strong eye contact as she lightly kissed his chest.  Then grazed his nipples with her lips. 

Lester shifted around in the handcuffs, already feeling incited and restless.  But the pleasant torture had only begun.  She took his leg to the other end of the bed, securing his foot to the bedpost linen in a tight knot, once again, laced with garlic, that fiery torture that he was willing to suffer just for the chance to fulfill his own dream—to make love to a beautiful girl, and at last, have a companion for all his adventures.  She tied down his other foot to the opposite end, rendering him almost immobile. 

“Ahhhh…” he groaned, feeling the burn on his wrists and ankles, but still intoxicated by the magnificent raw sight of her flesh, just barely covered.

“Does it burn, baby?” she asked, smiling in heart-thumping anticipation.  The imminent danger of his breaking loose and attacking her was arousing, but second to the lust and love he showed in his eyes.  Her every curve, every inch of her body could do no wrong—he wanted it all.  And yes, she admitted to herself—and him, since he read her mind fluently—that the idea of fucking a vampire was a bad girl’s fantasy come true.

She kissed another path, from his chest to his belly, touching her skin to his, and her lips all over his squirming abs.

“Yes…yes…”

She kissed lower, still inflaming him with those adoring eyes—the feeling of burning skin, not even coming to mind for just a moment.  Her every kiss planted so softly, so teasingly on his body, sent ripples of pleasure throughout his frame, from his head to his feet.  She unbuckled his pants and slowly pulled them off, leaving him in his boxers, and leaving his pants legs around his ankles where the restraints held him tight. 

She knew she wanted to see his cock, to “test” him to see if he really was as impotent as he thought.  But first, she had to tease him just a little more.

She reached her hands around and began unlatching her bra.  The visual itself sent Lester into spasming joy.  He groaned softly, smelling and seeing her pasty white skin but being forbidden to touch.

She slowly pulled her bra apart from her skin, letting her fulsome breasts bounce out just inches away from his sweating face.  She held her purely covered pink nipple out to his mouth, just barely letting his lips graze and moisten against it.

Suddenly, Lester lost all control fangs shot out of his mouth, but not before Barbara simply backed up and moved her delicate skin out of his reach.  “Excited, mmm?”

His fangs were fully exposed while his body shivered with bloodlust and rage.  But he owed her a dramatic finish to the forest fire he started.  She wanted to make love to his body, not his genitals—not yet.  So she slowly, painstakingly, dragged her breasts across his chest, letting their skin mingle and share textures.  Nothing but his warmth on hers, their nipples touching, the little hairs on his chest rubbing and caressing her bare form. 

His wrists burned to hell all right, but all that flooded his mind were sexy thoughts—shared between the both of them.  Since his fangs were stripped of mobility, he had nowhere to go and had no choice to grow more and more engorged.  Vampires didn’t have much blood circulating through their veins, which was the primary cause of their bloodlust.  But as Barbara stood up in front of Lester and reached for her plus size panties, a strange thing happened.