Page 32 of Stolen Hours

“Bikini ready,” he groans lustfully when his fingers stroke the bare skin under the thong I chose.

“Brax ready,” I hiss as his finger slides inside my soaking entrance.

“I can tell that. Greedy little thing, grabbing me so hard. God, I love those muscles.”

“Then you’d better get down there and take care of them,” I order, voice suddenly sharper and colder.

Brax’s eyes twinkle with mischief when I feed into our old dynamic of vampire and hunter (well, girl who waspreparedto be a hunter if he ever acted up, but was mainly just a threatening neighbor—or at leastIthought he was). His eyes slowly turn red as he drops to his knees. Fangs come out.

“Bad boy,” I warn, fake stake nudging his shoulder. I’ve taken hold of it again. “No sharp stuff near the soft stuff.”

“I think you should let me. I think you might like feeling these prickling all over that pretty little pussy,” Brax licks his lips, devilishness in every gesture. “Especially when you start getting close, Penny. You know you like to ride this mouth. The fangs turn it from a scenic drive to a thrill ride.”

“Fuck,” I hiss, eyes closed when he rips my skirt down my legs, thong tearing at the flimsy side seam. “I’m not supposed to listen to someone like you.”

“Someone like me?” Brax slurps one long lick between my legs, making it sound sloppy and obscene.

It feels too good for me to care about how raunchy it sounds when he does it again, opening me up and flicking his tongue in the pool of juice that was trapped inside.

“Someone like me?” He prompts and bites gently on my thigh when I take too long to answer.

“I love you,” I remind him, because I do. Because I love someone like him, no,justhim, even if I hate his past.

“You’re not supposed to listen to the man you love... Or his wicked monster? Because the wicked monster wants to do all sorts of depraved things to you.” Brax swirls a finger around my clit and smilesa fangy grin at me, knowing I’m helpless to resist the pleasure, helpless to resist how good he makes me feel.

“Wh-what kind of things?”

“Well, once I make sure this pussy is perfectly pampered, I’m sure I can finish another job we started around Valentine’s Day...”

I blush and can’t form words when he goes back to licking me, his fingers inside of me now, his fangs rubbing across my soft outer lips, sending jolts of sharpness through the haze of bliss.

Around Valentine’s Day was when our talking and hinting started turning into actual practice. Fingers worked their way into my ass while he made me come on his face. I rode him hard, pinning him down at the wrists, making him obey me with just a stern word or even a pout.

Brax is the best worst thing to happen to me. He was there during the deadliest adventure of my life, and now I want him to be with me on every other adventure.

“You’re not allowed,” I suddenly say, and Brax freezes.

His whole demeanor shifts with a single sentence, and I love him so much more for the way the goodness shines through. “Okay, it was only a thought, love. I—”

It still makes me want to play in the dark with him. “I don’t think you’ve earned the right. Not yet. Onlygoodboys get that.”

“I don’t know... I think maybe onlybadboys ask for it. And monsters... They don’t usually ask.”

“Then I’ll teach you some manners,” I remind him, the edges in our voices battling, his teasing, mine stern. I sit up and grab a handful of his hair. My hips scoot forward, and my pussy crashes to his chin and mouth. Brax immediately grips my hips with a happy groan, keeping me locked into the place where we both want me to be—my new favorite throne.

His mouth. His tongue. His lips.

Fangs.

It prolongs the pleasure by breaking it up with sharp pin pricks of sensation. Brax’s eyes are flared wide, ruby irises watching me worshipfully, then closed in ecstasy when I start to come, shaking against him.

How the hell am I supposed to be the one pinning him down now?I wonder as my legs turn to pudding, and Brax has to put me back on the bed.

Right now, I’m so helpless. He could take me as hard as he wanted—and my already quivering pussy kind of wishes he would.

“Ohh, fuck. You shouldn’t look that good in front of a starving monster,” Brax whispers, running possessive hands up and down my legs. He pushes his fingers up under my shirt and its built-in bra, leaving me naked in seconds.

“You’re grossly overdressed,” I point out, gesturing to his fully clothed self.