Hot blooded, p.12
Hot Blooded, page 12
Chapter 25
Reign
I take Tressa to dinner at the town’s nicest steakhouse. I figure I have some making up to do for my behavior while she was away. Although to be fair, I have to drink from someone, and I’m not sure it can be her. When it comes to Tressa, I don’t know that I can stop when she hits her limit.
Although her anger is appealing, will she really want to be my sole source for blood? I’ve heard of such arrangements, I believe she may be able to meet my needs. But I’m not sure it’s wise. I’ve crossed so many boundaries with her. She’s my employee after all, and now I’m trying to woo her with dates. Setting her up as my blood source? The thought is appealing and stressful in equal measure.
We haven’t talked of that night again since she’s been back. It’s been a week, so I’m hopeful things have mostly blown over, even though I’m getting rather hungry, and there’s still the unanswered question of how I will feed. Somehow, going to Baker’s Bloods feels wrong.
While I pick at my food, she eats with gusto, complimenting the wine, appetizers, and main course. I figure with as hard as she’s been working, she deserves a night out to be wined and dined. She also fills me in on the news that her mother’s house has sold, and that she’s happy that chore is behind her.
Now back at the house, I lead Tressa upstairs to my bedroom. She gives me a curious look, lifting one eyebrow. “Eager?” she asks.
“Exceptionally so,” I admit.
I toss my jacket to the sofa as we pass it, and Tressa deposits her high heels at the foot of my bed as she climbs on board. She looks sexy crawling up toward the pillows in her fitted black dress and sheer stockings. My body reacts accordingly.
I know I shouldn’t rush this, but I’ve been eager to touch her all night, so it’s hard not to. When I join her on the bed, Tressa plants herself in my lap and begins kissing my neck. Moments later, her slender fingers are at the button of my pants.
“Go slow, sweetheart. We have all night,” I say, tipping her chin up toward mine, so I can capture her lips in a sweet kiss.
“I like the sound of that.” She grins up at me.
“Good. And, the staff is out tonight, so feel free to be as loud as you want.”
“Reign… she moans, when my hands move from her waist up over her full breasts.
“I love the way you say my name,” I admit on a sigh. But that perfect moment is interrupted by my phone vibrating loudly against the coffee table across the room. Dammit.
Tressa pulls back and meets my eyes. “Do you need to answer that?”
Not even a little bit. I have everything I need right here. Besides, I have no idea who would be calling me. “Ignore it.” Unfortunately the vibrating doesn't stop. “Hold that thought,” I tell Tressa with one last kiss. Grabbing my phone, I see Alastair’s name flash on the screen. “Yes?” I answer, more than a little annoyed.
“Heyyy, brother-man,” he says a little too loudly. I pull the phone back from my ear. Brother man? “You’re not too busy are you?”
“Actually I am. Did you need something?” I try, and fail to keep the annoyance out of my voice. He picked the worst possible time to call.
“I need a ride. Had a little too much to d-drink,” he says.
“Can't you just call an Uber?”
“Tried that,” he says, voice unsteady. “I couldn’t get a ride at this hour.”
Fuck. My brother has the worst timing ever. I'm finally about to be naked with the woman I've been craving for a month.
“Can’t you call someone else? I'm in the middle of something.”
Tressa gives me a strange look. “It's Alastair,” I mouth.
She nods, raising her eyebrows. She looks so beautiful on my bed, I want to ravage her. Immediately.
“Come get me. It won’t take long,” Alastair says with a slight slur to his words.
I sigh, and give up on my plan of getting Tressa naked—at least for the time being. “Where are you?”
“Downtown. The Sizzle and Ale. Lena was working,” he adds with a bit of amusement. I can imagine him sitting at the bar, trying to make her smile. Alcohol has always affected him more than normal, especially when he hasn’t fed recently. He probably didn’t pay attention to how much he’d consumed while he sat there are tried to impress the pretty bartender he’s set his sights on.
I decide to take pity on him. “I'll be there in twenty minutes.”
“I owe you one. Thanks,” Alastair says before ending the call.
Tressa removes herself from my lap and I give her a frown. “You’re going back to town?”
I nod, sheepishly. “Yes, but it shouldn’t take long.” I give her a dark look of longing. “Will you wait up for me?”
She shakes her head. “Absolutely not. I’m going with you.”
“No,” I insist. “It’s cold out. I’m not dragging you out into the dark tonight.”
Her mind is made up. Tressa crosses the room efficiently and slips on her coat. “Come on. The sooner we do this, the sooner we can be alone again.”
Deciding I like that plan, I don’t argue with her.
We retrieve my drunken brother from the bar downtown where he's waiting for us on the curb. I’m planning to take him to his condo on the edge of town, but Tressa, being Tressa is worried and insists we bring him home with us.
“He can sleep on the couch,” she says, patting my arm reassuringly.
“Or one of the seven guest rooms,” Alastair says, his voice slurring slightly around the words.
Fifteen minutes later, we're home, and while Tressa opens the door, I help Alastair inside the darkened foyer.
The house is quiet as we enter and make our way through. Alastair mumbles something to himself and heads off toward the guest quarters at the far end of the hall.
“Goodnight,” Tressa calls after him, and then she gives me a cheeky look.
“Shall we take this party upstairs?” I murmur seductively, hoping to get the evening back on track, but Tressa shakes her head. Disappointment flares inside of me.
“I’m cold.” She frowns, rubbing her upper arms. “Let’s make some tea.”
I swallow down a frustrated growl and trail behind her as she heads into the kitchen. Flipping on lights as she moves through the space, I’m reminded by how comfortable Tressa has grown in my space. It’s nice, really, seeing her like this. She lifts the tea kettle from its resting spot where Mrs. Potts likely used it earlier and begins filling it with tap water from the sink. Satisfied, Tressa lights the burner of the large gas range and places the kettle atop it, then she waits.
I can’t help but notice how mouthwatering she is. Tempting. Alluring. Beautiful. She’s still dressed from our evening out in her black dress, tights, and high heels. I’d like to peel everything off her slowly, savoring and nipping at each new inch of skin I expose. Unfortunately, Tressa has other ideas. She gathers up a teacup, saucer, and teabag and sets to work fixing herself the proper cup of English tea. Apparently my habits have rubbed off on her. I summon my patience and bide my time.
“Do you think Alastair is alright?”
I nod, absently. “Of course. He’s an idiot, but he’ll live.”
“Do vampires get hangovers?” she asks next, cocking an adorably arched eyebrow in my direction.
“Hm? Um, no.” The truth is, I honestly don’t know. But I never have. Then again, I’m not a big drinker. But I doubt we have the makeup to make a hangover possible.
Once Tressa’s tea is ready, she carries her saucer and cup, and I lead the way from the kitchen.
After switching on the lamp in the living room, Tressa sinks down onto the plush leather couch, and I join her.
Tressa places her cup and saucer on the coffee table to cool, and I bring one arm around her, pulling her close and press a kiss to the top of her head. “I’m sorry my brother ruined our evening. I know it’s not how we planned on tonight going.”
She pulls back to meet my eyes. “No, it’s not. But you’re a good brother, Reign.”
I lean in and give her a slow, sweet kiss. Tressa’s lips part and I can’t resist tasting her, my tongue making a confident pass over hers.
“Drink your tea, so we can go upstairs. I need you,” I murmur.
“It’s too hot,” she murmurs, voice soft and quiet. “But I have an idea about how we can pass the time.” The mischievous gleam in her eyes is unexpected, and so is the way my body temperature ratchets up a few degrees. Interesting.
When her hand moves to the button on my pants, I suck in a ragged inhale. “What about Alastair?”
Her gaze flits over toward the hallway as her mouth lifts in a crooked grin. “I’m sure he’s passed out by now. He’ll be asleep for the night.”
“That’s true…”
With a mischievous smile, Tressa slides to her knees in front of me and my chest shutters. She is a wicked, wicked girl.
“Here?” I ask.
She gives me a sultry look that makes it impossible to say no to her.
Suddenly it doesn’t matter that we’re in my living room with my brother sleeping little more than a few dozen feet away, because the second Tressa drops to her knees between my feet, all common sense flies out the window. I’ve wanted her all night.
She doesn’t waste any time undoing the front of my pants, or slipping her fingers beneath the elastic of my boxers to draw out my aching cock.
“Sweetheart,” I groan as she strokes me from base to tip. “You sure about this?”
I suck in another ragged inhale as Tressa’s gaze roams appreciatively over my manhood.
With a tender kiss to the swollen head of my cock, Tressa gives an eager nod. “Very sure.”
And then… uh… I forget how to speak. How to breathe, not that I need to do either right now.
I curl my hands into fists and watch, helpless, as sinful Tressa proceeds to give me the hottest blow job of my life.
Her right hand, curled around me moves in time with her mouth. And her mouth… good God. It’s hot and wet, and the suction feels incredible.
A desperate noise escapes me, and Tressa looks up, meeting my eyes with a look of warning.
“My apologies,” I mouth. “Please, continue.”
I need to be quiet and ensure I don’t wake Alastair. I certainly don’t want him wandering out here and interrupting this. This moment is perfect. And I’m not sure what I’ve done to deserve this kind of treatment, but I’ll happily accept it.
With a deep inhale, I try to control my breathing, try to control the way my hips are lifting up off the couch to fuck her mouth, but I can’t control anything. I can’t last. And after a few more pleasure-filled moments of Tressa sucking on me like a cake pop—whatever the fuck that is—I let out a low groan.
“Sweetheart,” I warn. I’m dangerously close, but Tressa doesn’t heed my warnings.
She strokes and sucks until I erupt, swallowing me down like it’s nothing, while pleasure shoots through my veins. Fuuck.
I lean forward to kiss her forehead as Tressa gazes up at me. “That was incredible,” I tell her. She smiles at my compliment, and I reach down to stroke her breasts, pinch her nipples… more than ready to return the favor. Tressa lets out a little gasp of pleasure.
Footsteps in the hallway capture our attention.
I struggle to tuck my length back into my pants while Tressa turns as red as a tomato.
“Well done, Tressa,” Alastair comments as he stands in the hallway with a bottle of water, looking quite pleased with himself. “Bravo. Truly.”
Tressa makes a noise of horrific embarrassment and ducks her face.
“Jackass,” I mutter. “You can leave now.”
“I didn’t see anything, for the record,” Alastair says, waving a hand in our direction as he strolls down the hall and back toward the guest room. “Not much anyways.”
Chapter 26
Reign
I walk Tressa back up to my bedroom, needing to hold her tonight. Or maybe every night from now on. As we ascend the stairs, I lean on the banister, feeling suddenly weak. The clever girl catches it.
“What’s wrong?” she asks.
“Nothing. Nothing at all,” I lie.
“Reign,” she says, tone warning. “Tell me.”
I sigh, not wanting to bother her with it, but I suppose the conversation needs to be had.
“Well, you seemed so upset last week when I fed. I haven’t been sure what to do. So, I may have… gone without this week.” I push open the large wooden door to the bedroom as Tressa slips past me.
She shakes her head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to do that. I wasn’t sure either. I’m being stupid. This is your health. Obviously you need to feed. I just wish…” she trails off.
I peel off my clothes and fold them over a chair. Tressa does the same, my manhood starting to rally at the sight of her.
“I know what you wish. But for one, it is technically illegal. You’re not a registered donor. Secondly, you’re here as my employee, and I know we’ve crossed all sorts of lines, effectively blurring that relationship. But this… it’s too much.” I rub a hand through my hair and sit on the bed, while Tressa takes out some pins from her hair and sets them on my dresser. I can’t help but enjoy the look of her things in my room.
I’m definitely in too deep. And despite what she thinks, I’m not the prince in her story.
“I don’t care about breaking some stupid rule. And you were right, Reign. It feels really good. I’d say better than sex, but you may have noticed… you haven’t given me an orgasm yet tonight. And now I’ve given you one… it feels like you owe me,” she laughs.
Now I have to actively adjust myself, tucking my eager erection into my waistband. “That can be arranged,” I purr the words.
Finally undressed, Tressa slips into one of my undershirts, her perky breasts pushing at the fabric. This sight should be illegal it’s so sexy. I take a moment to steady myself.
Tressa walks around the other side of the bed though, instead of coming right to me, even though I’m mentally attempting to will her into my arms, or mouth…
She lifts the comforter and slips under the sheets. “Listen, you finally just invited me to sleep in your bed for the night with you. I can’t give it all up tonight. Need to keep you preening for me,” she teases.
I turn around to face her, crawling up under the covers to meet her. “Oh, I will. I’m insatiable when it comes to you. Which is why I can’t feed from you. But we do need to decide how I will feed. Would you prefer I hire a male donor?”
She shrugs. “It’s petty. I know it is, but if you won’t feed from me, then I guess that’s a decent solution, for now. Is that okay?”
I laugh with relief. “Honestly, they don’t taste as good to me. But yes, that will do.”
“I’m sorry,” she stutters.
“Don’t be. I’m happy to make the change. If it makes you more comfortable. Now, do I get some sort of reward for being so flexible?” I tease. I’m only half-kidding, but my heart lifts when she nods.
Not wanting to waste another minute in which she may change her mind, I move to kiss her. Our mouths slot together instantly, already having found their perfect rhythm together.
“Tressa,” I groan between kisses. “So sweet.”
My hands wander over her soft warm body. So warm. Hot, really. She’s like fire beneath my palms.
I slip up her shirt, cupping her heavy breasts, letting my thumb flick against her pointed nipple. She hisses at the sensation and her hips roll in approval. Tugging up her shirt, I catch her nipple in my mouth, sucking at the flesh, wondering what it would be like to bite and suck her here. I manage to resist the urge though, but only by distracting myself. I move down her stomach, licking into her belly button until I reach my destination.
She’s wiggling eagerly as I part her legs, exposing her to me. I pause all my exploration to enjoy the view, especially the blush that spreads across her cheeks.
“Please,” she begs.
“Please what?” I tease.
“Something. Anything,” she pants.
I chuckle low at her words. “Anything, huh?” A mischievous smile breaks out on my lips.
I slip fingers between her legs and the heat there sends shivers raking through me. My cock hangs heavy between my legs, begging for attention, but he’ll have to wait. I need to please Tressa. I want to see her come undone.
Aligning one finger with her entrance, I press inside her. She groans and clenches me and Oh. My. God. The feeling has me leaking all over myself. My dick is practically pulsating as I imagine plunging it inside her.
“More,” she pants, riding her hips on my finger as I work it inside her.
“Tressa,” I groan, unable to resist any longer. I fist my cock in my free palm and work it in time with my fingers that arch to hit her sweet spot. When I reach that bundle of sensitive nerves inside her, I know it. She bucks off the bed with a gasp and then thrusts on me harder, so that I’m pounding the spot in a steady rhythm. The sight is too much.
I pull myself completely free from my boxers and lean up over her. It’s taking every ounce of my willpower to not sink inside that luxurious silky heat, to not sink my fangs in her sweet flesh and drink her delicious blood.
“I’m close,” I pant, searching her face. Her lips are swollen, nipples hard and pink and pointing at me. Her breathing is labored, and she’s coated in sweat as she rides my fingers.
She gives me a little nod of approval.
“I want you to come with me. Can you do that for me, sweet Tressa?” I ask, voice hoarse.
She nods. “Yes. Please. Now.”
At her words I release the hold I have on my orgasm as it rips through me, pulsating out as I aim myself at her. I coat her entrance with the white pearly strings. The fervent motion of my fingers drawing some of it inside of her. The sight is enough to undo me. That, and the feeling of her body clenching down on my fingers, rippling and pulsating as she comes undone for me. It’s perfect. There’s never been anything better.
