Vows of a Vampire (7 page)

Aubrey reached down and raked her fingers through his hair. “Come up. I want you inside me.”

In answer to her lustful plea, he knelt and slipped her legs around his tight abdomen.

Everything turned hazy as his cock plunged between her slick folds and forced her pussy wide.

Aubrey cried out and felt every blessed inch of him barrel through her, sinking deeper. She blinked away the glaze in her eyes and watched his muscles flex with each delicious thrust, filling her up, probing as far inside as he could get. Hips raised, she met his thrusts, clenching her pussy around his cock, clinging to his slick flesh as he pulled up and away, only to push back into her harder and faster than before.

His hands grabbed her fleshy buttocks and pulled her even closer, spreading her legs for a different sensation. Faster he thrust and rubbed his fingers over her swollen clit, rubbing it until it was raw and throbbing. Her muscles bunched, the build up inside her core swarmed quickly.

“I’m close,” she whispered.

He cast her a sexy half-smile, sweat trickling down the sides of his gorgeous face.

The fire in her belly heated her whole body, sending tingling waves along her thighs. In that moment, the tightness gave way and the orgasm rushed through her. Varick’s lips curled and then he hollered, filling her pussy with his white heat.

A ringing sound pulled her out of the most erotic dream she’d ever had. As she turned to the phone, she felt the slickness of her thighs. With trembling hands she picked up the receiver.

“Hello?” Her heart raced so fast she had a hard time hearing the voice. “Hello? Is someone there?”

“It’s Gil. I’ve been trying to reach you. Where have you been?”

The need to answer to him no longer existed. “I—I wanted to be alone.” Aubrey glanced at the clock and opened her jaw wide. “It’s one in the morning. Can’t this wait?”

“I thought we should talk about what happened. I acted like a complete jerk, but I wanted to make sure you know that I still love you.”

She snorted. “You have a strange way of showing it.”

At one time, his voice had turned her on, but tonight it left a bad taste in her mouth.

He cleared his voice a few times and continued. “Look, I know I messed up, but let me make it up to you. There’s a spot on the bed with your name on it.”

Had she heard him right? “Pardon me?”

If he was trying to be charming, he was missing by a long shot.

“Make up sex is the best. Bring your fantastic bod over here and I’ll prove to you how sorry I am.”

Right then she couldn’t remember what she’d ever seen in him. “It’s not supposed to work that way. Meaningless sex is something you do with a stranger. I thought we were past that.”

His tone deepened. “Ouch. So, now sex with me has no meaning?”

She clicked her tongue. “No, you’re not hearing me. It meant something before, but not now.”

“Aubrey…”

“Hey, FYI, not my fault. And don’t act like that side of your bed has been empty for the last few hours. I’m not stupid.”

“Don’t be that way. We’re great together. I know how you like it. I can make you forget as I fuck your ass.”

Aubrey thought of Varick and ran her hand along her breasts. Her body was still on fire from the dream. If he could do that from a distance, what could he do in person?

“Not interested. You cheated on me. It’s over. End of discussion.”

“Oh come on. Your track record for staying with a guy was slim when we hooked up. You did the same thing to each poor bastard. You just broke up with them first.”

She glanced out the window at the full moon. No wonder the night had been so crazy. “Yeah, hello, which isn’t cheating. I try to spare the feelings of others when I know it’s not working out. I am curious, is this the first time?”

He paused and she imagined him scratching his balls. “You lost me. First time for what?”

Her fist tightened around the phone. “The blonde trollop. Was she the only one you fucked while we were together?”

“Oh you mean Lindsay, yeah. Or did you mean is this the first time we had sex?”

Aubrey thought she was going to be sick. It wasn’t humiliating enough to find out about one incidence? “It doesn’t even really matter, but for my own peace of mind, I need to know. How many times were you with her? Be honest.”

The long silence just about unglued her.

“Four times.”

Her brows knitted together. “Four? How is that possible?” Had she been that blind?

“Well, she’s my secretary, so we have lunch together. Such a cliché, right?”

She pulled the phone away from her ear and flipped off the receiver. “I don’t think we have anything left to talk about.”

“Can’t we work this out?”

Why, so she could experience heartbreak again and again? Not a chance. “No. I don’t want to be with someone I can’t trust. We had some good times together, so it’s not a complete loss.”

“For what it’s worth, I am sorry.”

“I am too. It’s late, I need to get some sleep. Bye.”

Aubrey hung up without waiting for him to say goodbye and let out a rush of air she hadn’t realised she’d been holding. All her anger at Gil melted away. The tears she’d shed over him earlier were done
. They
were done. Her level of relief floored her.

Unable to get back to sleep, she lay on her bed, legs curled under, arms wrapped around a pillow. Like a switch had been flipped, dark memories resurfaced of the night her mother died. All the pain she’d blocked for a decade hit her with a vengeance. Pieces stayed missing. Images she was unable to recall. A nagging question lingered in the back of her mind. Why hadn’t her mother ever mentioned Dante?

Suddenly, she remembered the box. When her aunt took her in, a box of her mother’s things had been given to her. She’d considered the contents inside sacred and had never opened it. Aubrey worried that the beauty and memories of her mother would spill out and drift away if she looked inside. A thought that still concerned her. Tonight, however, it seemed important to open it.

She slid from the bed and got to her knees. Pulling back the comforter she ducked her head underneath and scanned the floor. In the middle sat the box, blue with white hearts. Without hesitation she reached for it and slid it toward her. Box in hand, she climbed back on her bed, and removed the lid.

Inside she found letters bound in red satin ribbon, a worn diary, sparkling jewellery, and dried rose petals. Curious, Aubrey read through each letter and scanned entries in the diary. As she read, she understood. Words of a true, beautiful love spilled from the paper and soaked into her skin. An amazing power radiated around her. For a moment, she wondered if her mother were with her, smiling down on her knowingly.

She shuffled through the letters again and reread the one where her mother described meeting Dante as lust at first sight. Much of what she gathered from the diary and letters could easily be penned from her own thoughts. She was more like her mother than she’d realised.

Varick had shown her a devotion she didn’t think existed. He was patient, gentle, understanding. He’d saved her life, and she’d hurt him by pushing him away. The sadness in his eyes, burned into her mind.

She closed the box and pushed it back beneath the bed for safekeeping. If she ever felt doubt, she’d know where to find some inspiration.

Aubrey slipped off her nightgown and sat in front of the vanity, wondering if Varick could see her. Did he watch even though he’d said he wouldn’t? Maybe he
was
a man of his word, but what if she made it impossible for him to keep his distance?

Legs spread, she wanted to see how he would see her. Aubrey ran her fingertips along her nipples and watched them rise. A pink tinge spread across her face and made her smile. Roughly she squeezed one then the other, imagining his tongue flickering around them. She tensed in pleasure.

“Can you see me, Varick? Are you able to sense my burning ache for you?”

She cupped her breast and brought the nipple to her lips. As she watched herself in the mirror, she flickered the hard pebble with her tongue. She grew hot just thinking about Varick watching her with his soulful eyes. Heat fanned her face as she slid a hand down her body and fondled her clit. She groaned and rested her fingers on either side of her swollen nub.

“Mm. Nice as it feels, I’d rather you were getting me off.”

Beads of sweat coated her brow. She pictured him wrapping his hand around his cock, stroking its impossible length and width. Envisioned him thrusting into her, pumping his thick cock into her wet pussy. Taking her with a vengeance. Her pulse quickened. A dull throb started low in her belly. She needed him now. Craved him. Aubrey hoped she hadn’t lost him for good.

“Please, Varick. If you can hear me, I want to see you. I take back what I said before. Don’t let me be alone anymore.”

Aubrey hoped he’d answer her plea.

Chapter Five

Varick had every intention of honouring her request, but the explicit dream and the racy images she filled his mind with, became too much. His erection pulsed fiercely. He’d seen the way her fingers slipped inside her pink slit, soaked and more than ready for him. Moaning in ecstasy as she rubbed her clit. He loved that she begged for him, wanted him, invited him into her life, and he couldn’t ignore her. Though sunrise was a few hours away, he couldn’t deny her, or his needs.

In a short time he entered her room, the heady scent of her pussy rife in the air. She rose from the chair and he kicked it aside, sidling up behind her. His cock painfully erect and pressed against her ass. He stared at her reflection, knowing she couldn’t see his.

Varick brought his arms around her waist and slid his hands up to her breasts, pinching her nipples. Her gasp made him want her even more. Almost made him come. He breathed in her perfect essence. Trembled at the feel of her body bare in his embrace.

Voice soft, he had to know her intentions. “Tell me, do you want this, or are you toying with me?”

She leaned back into him, the softness of her hair smooth against his chin.

“I want this. I want to know what your cock feels like inside me. Not through a dream, but for real. I ache so much it burns.”

Her sensual whispers tugged at his groin.

“Then let me put you out of your misery.”

With his knee he assisted her legs further apart. Slowly he ran his hand along the swell of her ass and dragged a finger along her clit. Her body shuddered in his arms.

“You’re a very naughty tease, do you know that?”

She nodded.

“I almost came watching you pleasure yourself. The way you fingered your pussy, how your nipples stretched and hardened at the flick of your tongue. There’s no turning back now.”

Her impish smile made his breath still. “No turning back.”

He jostled her clit and felt her juices run. “I want you to watch yourself in the mirror, the way you made me watch you. See yourself tremble and how your body flushes.”

With a tilt of her head, she stared up at him. “Why can’t I see your reflection?”

Varick replied with his favourite answer. “Vampires don’t need mirrors. We always look good.”

She laughed huskily and he pinched her nipples harder. Instantly she quieted, her face changing to a pleading stance.

Fully aroused, he didn’t know where to start first. Fuck her mouth, her pussy, her ass. First he’d get her off and watch her come. He remembered a toy she used on herself a number of times. If he wasn’t mistaken, it lay in the top drawer of her vanity.

Varick opened the drawer and eyed the long blue vibrator. She gasped and he smiled knowingly.

“I’ve watched you use this. Do you mind if I give it a try?”

He didn’t bother to wait for a response and turned it on.

“Spread your thighs a little more. That’s it. Don’t stop watching yourself. I want you to see everything I do.”

Varick knelt down in front of her. Set to the lowest speed, he pressed the tip of the vibrator against her clit and smiled at the way her body jerked.

“Oh God, faster, please,” she groaned.

He turned the dial up a notch and pressed it harder to her clit. Her moans increased, but he didn’t want her to come just yet. He splayed her pussy wide with his fingers and pushed the vibrator into her, moving it in and out. The muscles of her thighs tensed as he turned up the speed again. Faster, he pumped the vibrator, while he teased her clit with the tip of his tongue. His erection hardened just hearing her pleasure-filled sighs. He glanced up at her lovely face.

“Come for me, Aubrey.”

She groaned, her jaw slack, mouth slightly open. “I’m so close.”

Varick switched the vibrator to high and eased the base of the vibrator against her clit.

“Right there, yes,” she cried.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she came. Her body moved like a wave, breasts swift in their rise and fall. A pink hue spread across her chest and highlighted her cheeks.

“You’re stunning, my love.”