Chapter Four #2
“There is nothin’ wrong with me, other than you.
” She screwed him up, and this town screwed him up and over, this town that he’d planned to leave, but found himself preferring more and more— because of her.
He rutted in her vigorously, as if heaping his frustrations upon her, and just like their wonky truces, he found out she was giving just as good as she got.
“Vampires take. Don’t care who they hurt. Do you like this?” Penny asked breathlessly, squirming under him, letting her hips do all the work for a minute.
As if she couldn’t tell by the look of utter bliss on his face as her pussy milked him. “I’m not an effing statue, of course I like it,” he hissed.
“So, there’s something wrong with you.” Penny slowed. “You care.”
“I know that bit! Thought you did, too.”
“You care if I’m okay, even if you like what you’re getting out of it.”
“It’s this stupid town. All the vamps here are broken. I think you must have guessed it by now, living here all this time. You just wouldn’t let yourself b’lieve it,” he gave up with a dark chuckle.
“You weren’t broken. You were still bad. I could tell... and now I can tell something is different,” she whispered, voice so simple and trusting.
“You’re different, too, you know. Am I the first monster, out of all the ones you’ve seen, that you’ve given a chance?”
Penny glared at him for a second. “First chance like this, that’s for damn sure.”
He kissed her, lightly, slowly, letting her control things, pull him in, leave him panting, and he didn’t even need to breathe. He was the worst one she could have given a chance to. He wasn’t playing nice out of moral conviction; he was cursed.
And sometimes he felt like she was his worst curse of all. He’d stopped thinking about biting her, searing rebound pain or no. “I am different. I think—I think being around you makes me different,” he finally said.
Penny looked up at him, lips bright pink and face flushed in a way that had nothing to do with fever and everything to do with kissing him like her life depended on it. She was going to say that she saw it. That she knew the man was under the demon. That she believed in him.
He waited, eyes softening.
His little blonde goddess said, “Sometimes I need to see something a couple of times before I get it. Like math problems.”
He groaned and collapsed on her, laughing in spite of himself. “I’m a damn math problem now?”
“Brax cold, Penny hot, equals warm, remember?” she laughed lightly.
“You’re still shaking.”
“I think I’m getting back to the right temperature.”
“Your sentences make more sense. Most of them.”
“Good. But, still, can we shut up now? You’re a very distracting vampire. But a considerate vampire,” she added quickly, seeming to care if she offended him.
“Well, no one’s ever said that before,” he muttered.
Penny nodded sagely. “I bet you never were before.”
“That’s possible.”
“And I’ll try to stop calling you ‘vampire.’ Not just vampire, anyway.”
He thought about that. It had been decades since he felt like more than a vampire. Since he’d felt like a man, and he knew he wasn’t one. “You could just call me Brax—although you don’t have to call me anything right now. You were the one who said to stop talking, and you can’t shut up,” he teased.
“Hmmm. I think I have a plan. It’ll leave you speechless. And my mouth will be full.”
“EVEN WHEN YOU’RE DELIRIOUS, you’re fucking brilliant,” Brax whimpered. That was the last thing he said for several minutes.
Penny made a muffled noise of agreement. Her pussy might miss the attention of his hardness, but her mouth was delighted with her treat. He lay on his back, she sat astride his chest, head bending low to suck and slide him in deeper and deeper into her mouth.
He seemed to realize this. Poor thing was hurting in different places, trying to relieve all her pain at once.
Happy to help, he smirked as he poked her perfectly round cheeks and made her raise her hips automatically.
Two thrusting fingers entered her, and he moaned as tight walls instantly grasped them.
“You’re a marvel. Hottest, tightest little tunnel. Could come in you and never leave.”
“Supposed to shush,” Penny gasped, lifting her lips off of him. “Also, you didn’t cum yet. I’m working on it. You’re not helping.”
“Don’t need help to do that. I need help delaying it, and you’re lousy at that, no offense.” Brax twitched in her fist and let out a startled cry as she did a 360-degree turn on him, hips now above his knees, eyes boring into his as she slid her mouth down his length again.
“Who said you have to delay?”
In case it’s over after this, he thought, but didn’t say. “Got a reputation. Stamina, strength, all that.”
Penny’s eyes shifted, something sad and wary in their depths for a split second.
He still caught it, always fast when it came to watching her every move.
What’d she say? You’ll hurt me later. Tell me I was a slut.
That I wasn’t good. That I don’t know how to make a real man happy, or a real demon.
“You could have me gone in seconds, Penny. Just looking at you... When you look at me while we’re.
..” he groped for the proper term, something hot but not crude.
Penny didn’t seem to care about blunt. “When your cock is in my mouth? Or other places?”
“Yeah,” he gasped out. “When you look at me...” I can pretend you truly love me. That it’s more than illness and witchcraft. I can tell you want me, that’s a start.
“Why didn’t you say so? I could look at you forever. Didn’t I already say that? You’re all I want to look at. I could look at you for days. I thought I said it out loud.”
“You did.”
“Well, then?”
“Then I’ll look. We’ll watch. Showtime.”