Page 33 of Stolen Hours

“My girl didn’t tell me I could take anything off.”

“Take everything off, and finish what you started,” I order. “Please.”

“Aww, she said please.”

“Brax.” I give him a warning pout.

“I can’t help it,” he snaps back, stripping out of his clothes with speed that actually makes him blur at the edges.

“Oh, you’dbetterhelp it,” I warn, “because the monster wants to do all these depraved things to me... But I think he wants me to do all kinds of depraved things to him, too. Isn’t that right?” I demand, and it’s a whole different sort of thrill being able to command Brax with just my voice, to know that I can be limp as a wet noodle on our borrowed bed and still boss him around with a few syllables and a well-placed eyebrow.

“Yes, ma’am.” Brax’s voice shifts; a Southern, almost Cajun drawl from his years in New Orleans wins out over his harder, can’t-quite-place-itgrowl.

“Good monster. You’ll get your reward later.” I lie back, legs open, and run the cool glass “stake” over my breasts, realizing the tip is smooth and slightly domed, not pointed, and finding the slight, swirly ridge that makes the bottom flare out into a little base. “A stake with a handle. So considerate of my pet vampire,” I sigh, then run my tongue along the glass shaft.

“Oh, my God. Do that while I’m inside of you,” Brax begs.

“You want to watch me suck this stake while you’re fucking me?” I ask, even though that’s pretty obvious, and the way the desire in his eyes makes me drip means I’m going to do it.

“Mmmhhmm. Every girl should have a chance to be filled in every hole at once,” Brax purrs. “That’s the way that monsters think of things. All the pleasure at once.” He prowls up me, head dipping to lap my pussy just once before he’s over me, suddenly seeming so much broader and more muscular than he did a second ago. “Monsters... Monsters can be possessive things, greedy, not sharing what they love. But if something is a plaything—or if they’re the plaything,” his eyes close, “then it’s the maximum of hedonism. Two years ago, you, Penny, would have been my plaything. I would have shared you before I drank you. You would have thanked me, too, for the ride of your life, for having all of your holes filled at once, for turning you into a screaming, shaking wreck on three cocks.”

My heart is pounding. That’s not what I want... Exactly. The shaking wreck? That’s okay. The plaything who is clearly under some vampiric thrall? Nope.

“But, see, now I love my pretty Penny.” Brax’s thick white cock slides into me easily, sheathing every wide inch in my petite pussy with one hard glide that makes me gasp and moan. “I want her to have all of her holes filled so I can watch the sensation of her being overwhelmed by pleasure. But if any other man comes near her?” His red eyes are so dark now they’re almost black, and it’s frightening and thrilling to see his face twist into something grotesque, fangs out, face enraged as hestarts to pound me hard and fast. “I’d tear their heads off. Cocks off, too, just because.”

“Brax,” I gasp, a little shocked and way too turned on for my own good.

“Suck that for me, sweetheart. I like to watch that pretty mouth move. Reminds me of how good it feels when your mouth is wrapped around me. Mm. It’s like I’m in two places at once, at least as far as my mind is concerned,” Brax purrs, face relaxing.

I don’t have to be told twice. I slide the glass toy into my mouth and bob my head while he’s above me, watching me with a look of pure lust on his face. His cock matches my pace with the toy, and when I close my eyes, I know what he means. It feels like he’s in me, two places at once.

“I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Mmhmm,” I agree, mouth full, eyes still closed.

“Am I a good boy for teaching you this little trick, Penny?”

I make him sweat for a second, but then I nod.

“Just wait until it’s all three holes, sweetheart. Until you can feel me in your ass and pussy at the same time.”

“I don’t know if this monster has earned that right,” I say between slurps. “Maybe he’s not shown me he’s reformed enough.”

“Well, maybe if I make you come again,” Brax hisses, body increasing the tempo, white muscles straining, head of dark, wavy hair flung forward.

I toss the toy away, wanting to kiss that mouth—not even caring when it changes from sexy human to vicious vamp in mid-make-out.

That’s something I shouldn’t like. My adrenaline protests, telling me this is wrong, this is bad.

The monster has to pay. The monster I love still deserves to be staked.

Just not in the traditionalfashion.

With a sudden yank of his hair, I pull Brax from on top of me to on his back, loving his startled look that rapidly turns to smoky lust. I pull the slick toy from where it fell by the pillow and point it at his throat. I trail it down to the spot over his heart, now riding him as hard as he was fucking me, feeling his thick cock split me further apart as gravity pushes me down, until I take him all and can grind against his short, black curls on alabaster skin.

His lips part, fangs vanish, and his eyes are wide and hazy.

“The hunter finally caught me,” he whispers.