Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Blackwell
He’s ours. It feels amazing. I never thought I’d be a kept man, but something about the unicorn makes it worthwhile. It almost ranks with bathing in my victims’ blood. Well, maybe a little more once sex is on the table. Just thinking about stuffing him with my cock already has it becoming stiff.
But I need to cut out on this moment. I need to check in and make sure the additional cameras have been installed. I made sure to have them pointed directly at anything that could remotely act as a mirror. I know the beautiful woman I saw is going to make her appearance again. There’s no way she’s going to stay away for long, and I plan to be the first to see her.
“I’ve got to go, but I’ll be back.” I cradle Varys’ head in my hand, and lick up the side of his face. “And I plan to get a taste of your cock.” I give him a wink, then grin at Warrick before turning and leaving the room, making sure to shut the door behind me just in case they decide to have a little more fun.
I make my way back through the building, needing to stop by my room first. I let out a grin and grab my cock, giving it a jerk when I glance up and see the camera looking back at me. Should give whichever brother is on surveillance duty a good laugh. I can always turn it off if I don’t want them to get a free show. This isn’t some free porn channel, you know.
Just as I shut the door behind me, the hairs on the back of my neck stand, shooting a prickling sensation across my skin. I look around, slowly taking in everything. Nothing looks out of place. My bed’s still a mess, just as it was this morning when I crawled out of it with Syphon and Lydia. I turn the lamp on to give some added light to the darkened room. Shadows dance along the wall, but still nothing.
My eyes flicker around, scanning my room for a second time, not wanting to appear obvious, but I need to know and there's only one way to be sure it’s her that has me keyed up. I glance over my shoulder for the only reflective surfaces in my room—a mirror and my phone screen—hoping to catch a glimpse of her for confirmation.
My eyes immediately shoot over to the small mirror on the wall. One that’s there just for looks, not that I ever use it. There's no need to when you’re as handsome as me. I find it amusing the myths people have about vampires, one being that we don’t have a reflection. Total bullshit. Same with the garlic. Useless bits of information fed to the movies and books to fuel these misconceptions. All things told to them by a vampire.
She’s here. I know it. I just don’t know where she is.
Come on, Bloody Mary, where are you hiding? Should I give her a show, or just call her out?
The invisible warmth of her eyes on me dances along my skin, urging me to respond to her quiet beckoning call to me. One that comes off as an unspoken whisper from deep inside me that I’m not alone at this moment.
Stepping over to my bed, I bend over, untying my boots so that I can easily slip out of them. I just hope that once I’ve given myself freely to her, that she makes her presence known.
Then I take off my cut, making sure to hang it on the chair at my desk with great care. It’s my most prized possession next to my cock.
My heartbeat quickens as I take off my shirt, giddy for how long it’ll take her to make her presence known. I have so many questions for when she does, like does she swallow or spit? Does she have a gag reflex? Is anal on the table? All the important things one needs to know.
My eyes dart subtly over to the mirror and a little piece of me deflates when I don’t see her reflection staring back at me. It’s now or never; if anything will get her to show herself, it’s the anaconda in my pants. I undo my pants, sliding them down my legs until they fall on the floor and stepping out of them. I’m left standing in the room, butt ass naked, just like the day I was born.
Turning around, I sit on the bed. Spreading my legs, I take hold of my cock, stroking it slowly, savoring the moment, knowing she’s watching from wherever she is. Yet, she doesn’t make a move, doesn’t expose herself and while I’m fucking loving the eroticness of the moment, I don’t want her thinking she has the upper hand.
“Bloody Mary,” I chant her name once. But nothing. “Bloody Mary,” I say again, just a little louder. Finally, I say it for the third time. “Bloody Mary.”
She should be here. I called for her. But when I look around, nothing. Just me, alone in the room.
“What the fuck? Where the hell are you? I know you’re here. I called you, that means you have to come. I read all about the myth surrounding you,” I voice loudly, beginning to get pissed the bitch didn’t answer my call. What the fuck? Is she against vamps or something? Only unicorns get her hard? Shit, the horn does it for me too, but I still acknowledge people.
“If you did, then you’d know you have to say the words into a mirror. And I can choose who I show myself to.” Her sultry voice comes from the shadows in the far corner of the room, one where she has a perfect view of me.
“I knew you were here. Are you enjoying the show?” I go back to stroking my cock, biting on my lip as I take her in from head to toe. She’s a fucking smoke show. Her pale skin, white hair, dark eyes and lips are the perfect compliment to me. Not to mention the crazy killer look is the biggest turn on I’ve ever seen. My cock feels the same way. I have to give him a mental reminder to stay cool and not blow his load too soon, like a horny teenager.
“Am I enjoying watching the boy yank on his dick? Meh,” she responds as she steps closer to me.
“Boy? Baby, I’m far from a boy. And my dick? Everyone loves it. I see your eyes on it. The way your nipples are pebbled, pressing against the thin fabric of the shirt you’re wearing.”
A smile crosses her face, and something changes. There's a shift in the air as she rushes across the room toward me with a graceful speed I’ve only seen in vamps. Her hand takes hold of my cock and she strokes as she leans in, whispering in my ear.
“Oh little vampire, I’m far older than you’d ever know. You weren’t even a thought in anyone’s mind when I took my last breath as a human in this world. And for dicks? I’ve seen far more impressive than yours.” Her eyes cast downward, as she tilts her head to the side. “And larger. Unless you’re a grower and in that case, I wouldn’t be impressed with how much you’ve been fondling yourself if it’s still as small as a wet noodle.”
“Cute, Mary, real cute. We both know there’s no cock more impressive than mine. Saw your handiwork on the unicorn, marking him as yours. Guess what?”
“What?” she asks when I don’t continue, pushing me backward on the bed as she crawls on top of me, straddling my waist. My hard shaft presses into her core, and fuck if I don’t want to rip her clothes off of her, and fuck her like a madman. Visions of the two of us interlocked, rolling around in blood, urges me on and I take hold of her head, pulling it down to me, pressing my lips to hers.
I wait, expecting her to push away, to smite me with the powers that Warrick seems to be so scared of. I think he’s full of shit and his mom told him one too many bedtime stories to keep him in line. All I see is a hot as fuck woman who can sneak in and out of our compound without anyone noticing her.
She kisses back, parting her lips ever so slightly so that my tongue can breach them, pressing deep into her mouth, gliding along her tongue in a passionate dance. Her hips rock against me, moving in a motion that tells me she’s not a novice to the whole sex game.
Just as soon as it starts, she’s pulling away, leaving me breathless and craving more. The world rushes back in, but nothing feels the same. I’m left with a lingering warmth, swollen lips, and the unmistakable realization that something within me has shifted. There’s something here with Bloody Mary; it’s more than just lust. It’s deeper.
“Are you going to tell me what I’m supposed to be guessing?”
“Oh, that. Warrick and I bit him. Drank his blood. He’s ours now.” She sits up and I raise up on my elbows. “Now, I’d love to know how you keep getting in here, but before that, why don’t we get you out of those clothes so I can fuck you.”
“You bit him! My toy? He’s mine, and you dared to pierce his skin, drink from him, when he already bears my mark!”
“We did.” My words are firm, showing her I’m not scared of her.
“You dare to defy me again! Be prepared for the wrath you’ve brought upon yourself.” With those parting words, she vanishes in a poof of black and red smoke. The acrid scent of brimstone and death fills the air, stinging my nostrils. The smoke twists and writhes like a living thing, an angry, malevolent presence that lingers before dissolving into nothingness.
And just like that I’m alone, with a hard cock and no pussy to bury it in.