Tempting The Gorgon: A Gorgon / Vampire Romance

Chapter 3

“Say red if you need to stop.”

He thought so highly of himself, but I’d be lying if I said my thighs hadn’t clenched at the pure, dominant confidence in his tone. I knew from the moment I saw Arch in the first alpha meeting I joined that he would know what to do with a willing body.

Which was part of the reason why I hadn’t acknowledged my attraction to him. It was only physical; I couldn’t stand any other part of him. That was the only reason I agreed to this. I had my own unresolved issues with intimacy, especially with vampires, and it was about time I got over them if I were to lead this club to success.

“Take off your clothes, my venom.”

I hated the way my pussy clenched whenever he called me his venom. I ignored the betrayal between my legs and did as he asked, but only because I wanted to, not because his tone promised something if I didn’t do what he asked.

I was an alpha in my own way, but I think that was mostly because I didn’t fit into any other box. I wasn’t submissive by nature, but I also wasn’t completely dominant in every way like the rest of the alpha group seemed to be.

The way his brownish-yellow eyes sized me up as I stripped slowly, bending over to unzip my knee-high boots, made my pussy somehow wetter. It’d been almost a year since I let anyone touch me that wasn’t myself. I’d had plenty of sex in my life to know that Arch’s confident energy was about to be backed up by his dick game. You didn’t walk around with the amount of self-assurance he did constantly without knowing what you could do to someone in the bedroom.

After my boots were off, I slipped my coat off and then lifted the maroon dress over my head. I wore a matching black lace panty and bra set that made me feel good. After leaving Thatcher and the rest of the Beckett Coven, the first step in reclaiming my body had been through my own choice of underwear.

Thatcher had never seen me in it, and Edwin had never saw me in a sexual way, thank the fucking gods, but they were controlling enough that I’d been petrified about what would happen if I hadn’t worn what was selected for me.

But this moment wasn’t about them and the other crusty vampire fucks back in England.

It was about me.

And I guess it was about Arch, too.

“You wear that for me, temptress?” The slight growl in his tone was the only thing that gave away how close he was to losing control.

I didn’t answer and instead reached behind to unclasp my bra but didn’t get the first clasp undone until he was on me. His scent was unlike any I’d ever experienced and was one of the main reasons I’d kept a healthy distance between us. Cedar and smoke were a deadly combo for me, too tempting to ignore him if he were in my space.

“Let me free these perfect tits from their prison myself,” he commanded. I normally hated men calling breasts tits, but something about the way Arch purred the words had me swooning. The hardness of his chest and ab muscles pressed against the softness of my stomach. Memories of inadequacy that had been spat at me for decades flooded my thoughts until Arch’s hot, wet mouth latched onto my freshly freed nipple. He nipped and sucked at me until he’d for sure bruised my flesh. He dragged his fangs across my breast as he made his way to my other breast to tease it the same way.

“Don’t bite me,” I muttered. I forgot to mention that as a limit. Although the Becketts never fucked me, they were fine ignoring my consent for a taste of my precious gorgon blood.

This was a test for him. Would he bite anyway, ignoring the boundary?

Arch lifted his eyes and nodded in understanding.

I sighed and started to let myself go, attempting to stop overthinking. I gripped his dark auburn locks of hair and held him tight to the tortuous pleasure he was giving my nipple. The moan he let out in return, smothered by the way he refused to release my flesh, showed how much he liked my touch.

He pulled away, unlatching from the probably bruised flesh to meet my eyes, not hiding the hunger he felt there. He was so open. So alive.

“On the bed, gorgeous,” he demanded, and I obeyed.

I fucking obeyed. I walked toward the giant bed in the middle of what looked to be the main and only room of the A-frame. I crawled and immediately moaned at how soft the silk duvet was. I flipped onto my back and spread out my arms to relish the feeling. One thing was certain: Arch hadn’t skimped on linens when furnishing this place. The warm silk felt delicious against my skin, bringing a moan to my lips as I settled against the black fabric.

“That’s my good?—”

I braced myself for Arch to cross the line I drew before we even got started. If he called me his good girl, I’d be out of here without the orgasm my body craved from him. Any partner who couldn’t listen to simple boundaries was not for me, no matter how hot they were.

“Slut.”

I stuttered a breath.

“Excuse me?” I sat up on my elbows, only in my panties and feeling exposed even though I knew he was lucky to have me in his bed.

Thatcher might have treated me like shit, but the folks in the club I’d found to tend to my needs when he was out of town all knew what a prize I was to be with them. I’d performed and made a name for myself in the vampire club circuit throughout the years, but most had been so petrified of pissing off the Becketts that I’d led most every encounter.

“You’re my good slut, aren’t you, temptress?” He stalked toward me and took in his fill of my body on his bed deliberately. “You can be my dirty fucking whore, can’t you, Vinni?” He smirked, stopping at the edge of the bed.

Well, this sure as fuck wasn’t praise.

And hell, if my pussy hadn’t clenched hard at the sound of his crass language. Even his fucking nickname.

Could I be his slut?

His whore?

Judging by my body’s response, I definitely could be.

I wanted to be dirty. I wanted to be his dirty fucking whore.

He crawled over my body then, still fully clothed, and slowly drew his finger across the lacy fabric covering the core of my sex. “You’re drenched, my venom. You like being my little, dirty as fuck whore, don’t you?”

I moaned.

Loudly.

His thick fingers slowly pushed the side of my panties out of the way until he was caressing my folds, teasing me by dipping in and spreading my wetness around up to my clit.

I thrust up into his hand when he dipped in for more, forcing one of his fingers deeper into me. He didn’t let me get away with it for long. He clicked his tongue and then pushed my hip back down.

“Something wrong, little whore?”

Fuck, him calling me that shouldn’t be everything I wanted and more. But I couldn’t appear desperate to Arch, of all people.

Despite his sex appeal, he was still the alpha douche vampire I vowed to never give the time of day when I first ran into him.

I wouldn’t be anyone’s blood bag again.

Or anyone’s good girl.

Or anyone’s anything.

“I’m here for your dick, vampire. Not for you to tease me.” My demand sounded pathetic in between the breathy moans that betrayed the command for what it really was: a desperate plea.

“This vampire doesn’t fuck until his partner comes on his tongue or fingers at least two or three times, temptress.”

“Then get to fucking work.” I bared my sharp teeth at him, and my babies all hissed in response. Luxor and Titi the loudest and most fearsome.

He seemed to call my bluff, pulling his finger away from the teasing and lifted one eyebrow at me.

“Ask nicely, slut.”

Arch stood up and began taking his clothes off. Watching him unbutton the black dress shirt shouldn’t have been as sexy as he was making it.

Maybe I was a slut?

Maybe I wanted to be his dirty, slutty whore?

The furthest thing from a good girl I could possibly be.

I wouldn’t make it easy on him either way.

“If you’re not up for the challenge, I’m happy to leave.” I made to get up from the bed but was pushed back down onto the silky warmth before I had a chance. Arch growled and made his way slowly down my body until his face was at the apex of my thighs.

“Spread these thick, juicy thighs for me, temptress.” His tone changed to something more commanding than I’d heard from him before. Arch had an air of conceited, know-it-all energy, which was common for vampires. When you lived as long as they did, it was inevitable you’d become insufferable. But he wasn’t using a cocky tone anymore; this was pure male domination, and I was tired of fighting it.

If I was going to let this happen, which the fresh air on my free-hanging tits was clue enough, then I was going to try to stop challenging him.

Or, as much as I could let myself, anyway.

I let my knees fall to the sides, and his nose rubbed against my underwear immediately, his fingers digging into the small divots of my thighs to hold me in place.

In the next moment, his tongue lapped at my center through my underwear and it was the sexiest goddess damned thing I’d ever experienced.

“Your tempting-as-sin panties are fucking drenched, temptress.” Arch removed one of his hands from my thighs to shred my underwear in two, making it so I was the brand-new owner of a converted pair of crotchless panties. “Are you going to be a good slut and let me fuck this wet pussy until I tell you you’re done?”

He slapped my bared sex as he asked, striking my slit with a sting that reverberated to my core.

I gasped, not knowing how to even handle what was happening. I’d had a lot of sex, but none of my previous partners held a candle to what was currently happening. Arch was a true alpha through and through. He was a Dom in the way only someone who’d fucked a lot of subs could be.

He was experienced.

And nothing had ever felt sexier to me in my entire tragic life.

And I deserved to feel like this, to feel his need for me to submit.

I deserved it.

I deserved him.

At least this one time.

“Yes,” I muttered.

“Yes, what, whore?” He parted my pussy lips and slapped directly again on my swollen clit.

“Yes, I can be a good slut for you, Arch.”

“Call me Daddy when I have your pretty pussy spread wide for me.”

I froze, and so did Arch.

A wicked grin fell over his face. “You liked that, Vinni? You want this Daddy vampire dick?”

Vampire.

Fuck.

I shook almost uncontrollably, realizing where I was and what I was doing.

My vision was fine in the dimly lit room of his cabin, and I absorbed his features as he leaned over me.

The shape of his nose. The spacing of his eyes.

The bloodlust in his gaze is what broke me out of his spell.

The spell I put him under.

The spell I agreed to.

“RED!” I shouted before he was able to meet his mouth to my clit again.

He tore away from me and was across to the other side of the room before I had time to guess if he had heard me. He was breathing hard, his messy auburn hair tumbling in his face.

“Fuck!” I shouted and jumped to my feet. I threw my dress back on and didn’t bother with anything else.

“Lavinia,” he whispered, and I looked at him once more. He was still on the other side of the room and looked… well, he looked devastated. “Talk to me.”

I felt my body shake more, not from the cold but from the memories and threats thrown at me from Thatcher. The promises he’d made over and over again that as soon as his father was dead, I’d be his to force. Because despite the illusion of safety I’d provided myself, I had been his.

Histrophy.

Hisprized possession.

I met Arch’s eyes and saw the devastation in them. This wasn’t fair to Arch.

This wasn’t fair to me either.

“I can’t do this.”

I was so fucking stupid. Why did I think I could enjoy physical pleasure anymore? Especially with a vampire? With Arch, of all people?

I was broken.

You’re not broken. Luxor tried to soothe me.

You’re not stupid, Baal and Xabat echoed.

It’s not your fault, Faddei added.

You’re not alone, Titi said, silencing the others before they could placate me with their kind words.

I couldn’t handle their words right now.

“Talk to me.” He took a step toward me and visibly blanched when I couldn’t stop the flinch.

“Please, Lavinia.”

That was the second time he’d said my full name, and even though I’d begged him for months to call me it, it felt bitter against my ears.

“This was a mistake. I have to go.”

I ran barefoot into the night, leaving the rest of my clothes behind.