Wanton With a Vampire (20 page)

Lydia stuck out her tongue. “Bite me,” she
said.

“I thought you said you’d wait until Tempest
was ready for visitors?” Trish asked. That was what Roman had said
when she’d called to tell him the babies were on the way. Then
Lydia had gotten on the phone, and the conversation had gotten
confusing fast— a common occurrence when talking to Lydia.

Roman gave his wife a patient smile. “When
you didn’t call back in twenty minutes to let us know everything
was okay, Lydia panicked and insisted on coming over here right
away. I distracted her for an hour, so you should be thankful for
that much.”

Trish just shook her head. “Lyd, I told you
the anesthesiologist wasn’t even here yet. It takes time to get
everything set up, and then they were trying to handle three babies
and putting Tempest back together.” She was intentionally vague
because Lydia was not fond of any childbirth details.

“We just got the message about the babies,”
Ivy chimed in.

That’s when Roman lost his trademark cool
demeanor. “Are they okay?”

“They’re fine,” Trish assured him. “Two boys
and a girl.”

“Excellent!” Roman said with a smile. “We’ll
head home.”

“Shouldn’t we wait and pretend we want to see
them?” Lydia asked.

Trish had trouble containing her laughter.
Neither Roman nor Lydia was into babies. Most would consider it sad
that Lydia couldn’t have children, but Lydia preferred being a fun
aunt.

“I’m sure Tempest would prefer her privacy
while she recovers,” Roman reasoned.

Lydia nodded, looking relieved. She hugged
Trish and stepped back to examine her. “How are you doing,
sweetie?”

“I’m doing better,” Trish said. “Although,
I’m not sure I like staying here.”

“Why are you staying here?” Lydia asked.

“I wondered that as well,” Roman said.

“Because Phoebe might have taken her wallet,”
Alek said as he walked into the room. He’d obviously entered
through the kitchen.

“How the hell did that happen?” Roman
asked.

“I had Drew take me to the mall,” Trish
said.

“Yes, I’m aware of that and still can’t
believe my brother allowed Drew to take you anywhere,” Roman said
while glaring at Alek.

“Hello!” Trish called out. “You do realize
I’m right here, don’t you? You also know I’m a grown woman who
makes her own decisions, right? Don’t answer that, because we all
know you don’t. Alek does not make decisions for me. None of you
do. I am seriously about to move far across the country, just to
get away from this stuff.”

“Isaiah or Aiden would find you,” Lydia said
with a smile. When Trish glared at her, Lydia put her hands up and
laughed. “What? It’s true. Good job standing up to these guys.
You’ve been letting them boss you around for way too long.”

“She’s never let me boss her around,” Alek
grumbled.

“I let you drag me off to this house,” Trish
argued.

“Only because you agreed it was a good idea,”
Alek said.

Roman was watching their exchange with a
strange intensity. “I’d like a word with you, Alek,” he said.

“No,” Trish said, glaring at Roman. “You will
not take Alek into the other room and threaten him. There will be
no more going behind my back to decide what’s best for me. Alek
followed your rules until I seduced him.”

There was stunned silence as everyone looked
at her like she’d grown a second head, everyone except Ivy who
smiled and gave her a thumbs up.

Roman cleared his throat. “I was going to
tell my brother I might have been hasty when I tried to keep him
away from you.”

“You were?” Alek asked.

“Yes,” Roman said. “It seems I was unfair to
you. Despite your past, you obviously have feelings for Trish.”

Trish nearly laughed. Roman was reading
things completely wrong, but if it got him off Alek’s case about
spending time with her, then it didn’t matter.

Lydia’s gaze shifted between the two of them.
“I’m not sure I approve, but Trish is a big girl, and she can make
up her own mind. You still owe me an explanation for that shopping
trip with Drew.”

“I wanted to buy some personal items, and I
knew I could get Drew to leave me alone,” Trish explained.

“You need to teach me that trick,” Lydia
said. “I can’t get that boy to leave me alone for five minutes when
he’s at my house.”

Trish considered explaining that Drew hung
around Lydia because he liked the reaction he got, but she’d let
Lydia figure it out on her own.

“Unfortunately, as you already know, Phoebe
saw them together,” Alek explained. “We thought everything would be
okay because Drew was sure he’d lost his mother when she followed
them. Then Trish discovered her wallet was missing.”

“It was found at Victoria’s Secret, so I may
have dropped it there,” Trish said. “I’ve been a little distracted
lately.”

“But we don’t want to take any chances,” Alek
added. “Phoebe could have checked her receipts to find out where
she shopped last.”

Roman nodded. “Would you consider leaving the
country temporarily?” he asked Trish.

“No,” she said, crossing her arms in front of
her chest. “I have classes starting soon, my last semester, and I
have a job.”

“I didn’t think you would,” Roman said with a
sigh. “Then this is the safest place for now. With any luck, we’ll
find Phoebe soon.”

Lydia hugged Trish again. “Call me if you
need anything.”

“I will,” Trish assured her.

“I also expect full details on this
seduction,” Lydia told her with a wicked grin.

“You know you’re insane, right?” she asked
Lydia.

Lydia shrugged and tried to flip her
ankle-length blonde hair. “That was so much sexier in my
pre-Rapunzel days.”

Trish giggled. “It’s much funnier now.”

Lydia hugged her again. “You can always stay
with us. That is, if you get tired of having sex with Alek.”

Trish smiled and shook her head.

“It is funny seeing the two of them
together,” Ivy said after Lydia and Roman left.

“I agree,” Alek said. “My brother has been
grumpy and isolated most of my life. Seeing him with Lydia is like
looking at a different man.”

“Love can change a person for the better,”
Ivy said with a wistful smile.

Trish snorted. “While I’m willing to accept
that Roman changed after falling for Lyd, I don’t think it works
that way most of the time.”

Alek’s expression sobered, and he looked
almost angry, but Trish had no idea why. “I need to follow up on a
few things, so I’ll see you later,” he said in an icy tone.

With that, he walked out of the room, leaving
Trish wondering what she’d said to upset him.

Trish hung around to keep Ivy company until
Tempest and the babies were settled into their room. After Ivy went
off to enjoy her auntie time, Trish headed upstairs to the suite
she was sharing with Alek. Surprisingly, she was exhausted at eight
in the evening. Then again, she’d had a stressful week and hadn’t
gotten much sleep the night before.

The room was masculine, likely because it was
the room Alek used when he stayed at the house. Nathaniel had a
surprising knack for decorating and enjoyed coming up with ideas
that fit a person’s personality. This home differed greatly from
the ones she’d lived in. Before her dad’s death, they’d had a nice
four bedroom home because her parents had wanted another child.
After her dad’s death, they’d stayed in a small two bedroom
apartment until her mom’s salon started making good money. When her
mom had finally been able to afford a three bedroom, Trish had been
thrilled to have an extra room for guests.

She undressed and slid between the sheets.
With a sigh, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. Trish
wasn’t sure how long she slept before the door to the room opened.
Come to think of it, she wasn’t sure where Alek had been all of
this time. “Hi,” she said, giving him a sleepy smile.

“Hi yourself,” he said. “Please tell me I’m
right, and you aren’t wearing any clothes.”

“I’m too exhausted for sex, Alek.”

“What if I promise to do all the work?” he
offered as he stripped out of his own clothes.

“How can I say no to that?” she asked with a
sleepy smile.

Naked and aroused, Alek climbed into bed and
pulled her into his arms. “I love finding you in my bed,” he
murmured.

“I love being in your bed,” she admitted. “It
feels like I’m wrapped in your scent.”

He chuckled. “Damn, you are something else.”
Leaning forward, he kissed her gently. His tongue played along her
lips, teasing her until she was ready to beg for more. As if
reading her thoughts, Alek deepened the kiss while his hands moved
along her body, caressing her gently. Soon, his movements became
fevered and intense.

Tearing his mouth from hers, he stared at
her, clearly on the edge of losing control. “I want you to ride my
face,” he rasped out. “I want to savor your sweet pussy while I
watch your beautiful tits sway. Will you do that for me?”

“Yes,” came her breathy reply. Funny how
quickly Trish stopped caring about his promise to do all the work.
All she could think about was getting Alek’s mouth on her. When
Alek talked this way, it made her feel wild. Those words she would
never use made her unbelievably wet when they came from Alek’s
mouth.

Alek rolled onto his back, staring at Trish
as she climbed up onto her knees. The intensity of his stare made
her both nervous and excited, which aroused her even more. She’d
never understood how being nervous could heighten someone’s arousal
before now.

“Hurry or I might have to punish you,” Alek
warned.

“P- punish me?” she asked. “I’m not sure I
want to play the way Caitlin and Justin play.” Even as she said the
words, she knew that wasn’t exactly true.

“I think you’d like some of it,” Alek said as
his hand stroked her thigh. “When you’re aroused, a little pain can
make things more intense, but you have to trust your partner. Do
you trust me, honey?”

Trish nodded because she couldn’t speak. Pain
shouldn’t sound good, but it did.

“Come here,” he said, and for once, she
didn’t mind taking orders from a Draksel man.

She’d never done this, so while she knew the
mechanics, it was a little awkward positioning herself over Alek’s
face. Two strong hands on her hips guided her to where he wanted
her. Then those hands slid around the front of her body, spreading
her wider so he could move his tongue along her clit.

Her hips rocked back and forth instinctively
as his tongue moved against her in masterful strokes, and his hands
moved up her body to play with her nipples. She let out a startled
squeak when he pinched one more roughly than she was used to. The
sudden increase in her arousal was a surprise, and she arched her
back to push her breasts further into his hands. He tugged and
pinched her nipples, making her squirm more against his mouth. Her
body coiled tighter and tighter until he nipped her clit lightly.
The shock was enough to send her over the edge.

She screamed out his name and, despite her
orgasm, needed more.

“Please, Alek, I need you inside of me now,”
she begged as she moved off of his face.

“Get on your hands and knees,” Alek said in a
guttural voice.

When she obeyed, she felt the palm of his
hand smack her bare backside. It wasn’t a hard smack, just enough
to give a slight sting and shock her.

“Did you like that?” he asked as he tore open
a condom package.

“Yes,” she admitted, not at all embarrassed
by her own reaction.

His hand came down again, slightly harder
this time, and she squirmed from the way it made her insides
vibrate.

“You look so fucking sexy with your ass
shaking back and forth,” he said before slamming into her body.

Trish was more than ready for Alek. She loved
the way he felt inside of her, loved the way her backside stung a
little as he grinded against her.

“Harder,” she said, surprising herself with
her own demanding nature, yet reveling in the power she felt. Alek
seemed more than happy to give in to her demand, and soon, he was
slamming into her body over and over again. Her next orgasm hit so
suddenly, she froze and screamed as she tightened around Alek.

“Fuck!” he nearly screamed as his penis
jerked inside of her body.

Alek stayed behind her, rubbing her backside
for several moments. Finally, he pulled out and got up to dispose
of the condom. When he returned to the bed, he wrapped her in his
arms. “You are absolutely incredible.”

“Mmmmm,” was all she could manage. Sated and
exhausted, she fell asleep in Alek’s arms.

Trish’s boss had sent an early morning text,
asking if she could touch up photos another photographer had taken
while the other photographer dealt with a family emergency. The
client was expecting the photos by the end of the day, and her boss
never missed a deadline.

After grumbling about how Trish needed more
time off from work, Alek brought her something light to eat and
left her to work. Three hours later, the photos were perfect and
her stomach was rumbling, so she’d decided to go down to the
kitchen for a snack.

Now, she found herself in a strange
situation. Nathaniel’s house was huge, and Trish had spent very
little time here, so it was still somewhat intimidating. Since
she’d started hanging out with Nathaniel, he’d been living in the
small cottage on the property, meaning that’s where she went when
she visited him. At the moment, she was lost in the maze of
hallways, which was her own fault, because she’s the one who
decided to take a different staircase.

She was beginning to wonder if she should
call for help, when she spotted Isaiah working on a computer in a
room she passed.