Chapter 18
Star
Should I?
At this point, I’d already soaked this man’s pillow. I’d left my panties behind in Damon’s coffin—a “present” he wanted to keep, apparently—and now, Max was asking me to ride his tongue.
While promising that he won’t kill me.
“Okay…” I barely breathed as I took a step backward—vibrating with lust and a healthy dose of fear. “You can come in.”
I’d expected him to swoop at me like a demonic bat, but instead, Max very slowly floated in before calmly sitting on the windowsill.
“Hey there,” he repeated, again with an easy smile.
“Hi.” I swallowed hard, smoothing my hands down the front of my skirt, suddenly unsure what else to do with them.
And if I should ask for my present back…
Upon closer inspection, my panties looked a little worse for wear. “Is that…” I squinted. “Blood?”
Max threw his head back and joyfully laughed, just like I’d seen him do countless times since I’d started working for him. It relaxed me somewhat, as I realized his personality wasn’t an act.
He really is just a sunshine golden retriever…
With a secret dark side.
“Yeah…” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck—although he looked more guilty than sorry. “We both got a little worked up over your unexpected gift and had to fuck it out of our systems before I came over here.”
Why is that so hot?!
Other people’s sex lives were none of my business, but I couldn’t help envisioning these particular guys pressed against each other in one of their coffins. Naked and sweaty…
Thinking of me.
Maybe even letting me watch…
Or join in.
Now I was the one getting worked up, and I squeezed my thighs together—desperate for friction. Of course, my squirming did not go unnoticed by Max, and his gaze zeroed in on my skirt once again.
“He can keep them!” I blurted out, dizzy with desire and not knowing what else to say. “Tell Damon to maybe not be so grumpy now that I’ve given him some used panties to perv over.”
Perv recognizes perv.
Max huffed a quieter laugh as he stuffed my panties back into his shirt pocket. “I was hoping you’d say that.” He licked his lips, his expression smoldering once again. “I’m also hoping you haven’t put on a new pair since you got home.”
My heart rate sped up, in time with the rapidly increasing wetness between my thighs. “I haven’t.”
He hummed in approval, smiling softly, reassuringly. “Why don’t you lie back on the bed and show me… like a good girl?”
Whoa.
Despite my unfulfilling dating history, I had done the occasional wild thing between the sheets—usually with guys from the Retail Haven part of town—but I had never experienced anything like what Max’s words just did to me.
My entire body felt deliciously loose, like a puppet on a string just waiting to be played with, and I didn’t hate it one bit.
I’ll do anything he says.
“Yes, Sir,” I murmured, obediently sitting on the edge of the bed before resting back on my elbows.
Max placed a hand over his heart in an oddly human gesture. “Perfect,” he murmured—gazing dreamily at me like I’d done something way more impressive than simply following directions.
He’s such a dweeb.
“Will you spread your legs for me, baby?” he cooed, rising from the windowsill and walking closer. “Show me what I want to see?”
I take that back—he’s a zeek.
I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped me, making Max unnaturally freeze mid-step, as if holding himself back. Not wanting to keep him waiting, I spread my legs—my skirt riding up my thighs just enough to share a glimpse—and bit my lip in anticipation of his reaction.
He didn’t disappoint. His fangs seemed to lengthen even more, his chest rising and falling with heaving breaths. Dude looked like he was either close to passing out or pouncing on me, for real this time.
Take a picture, it will last longer.
“Such a pretty little pussy,” he whispered, and for a moment I had to close my eyes against the visceral reaction I had to his words. “Can I taste you, baby?”
I might be the one to pass out first.
“Yes, please,” I rasped, hiking my skirt up and out of the way so he could see how serious I was. How badly I wanted it. “And you don’t have to keep asking. Sir.”
That last bit was added for two reasons. I didn’t want my impatience to come off as rudeness, but also—more selfishly—it hadn’t escaped my notice just how much he liked being called by that kinky title.
And how much I enjoy saying it…
Max shuddered and closed his eyes, and I watched, fascinated, as his fangs slowly disappeared again—as if it took major effort for him to hide his true nature.
It’s how I’ve always felt.
Until now.
“I do have to keep asking,” he spoke evenly as he finally reached me and sank to his knees beside the bed. He placed his hands on my knees before tentatively sliding them up my thighs—his gaze locked on mine the entire time. “I prefer consent to be crystal clear to start. Then we can play with it.”
“Play with it?” My voice sounded small to my ears, so I cleared my throat and tried again—steadier this time. “What do you mean?”
Max’s hands slid another few inches north, and I shivered as his thumbs caressed the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. “We’re predators, Star.” He swallowed hard, but his gaze didn’t waver. “The hunt is half the fun.”
Oh.
“Oh,” I whispered, suddenly finding it hard to breathe.
It must be the corset.
“But I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with,” he hurriedly added, misinterpreting my reaction. “You don’t have to worry about being chased out of nowhere. Damon is more than happy to play that game with me, at least.”
At least?
Max must have realized he’d slipped up. His lips pressed into a thin line and he quickly cleared his throat, as if getting ready to change the subject.
Oh, no you don’t.
“What other games do you like to play?” I asked before I could chicken out. When Max cocked his head, I blew out a breath and powered on. “Games you maybe haven’t played in a while…”
Games we need to get Damon playing again.
A filthy smirk stretched across his face. “Oh, you sweet little thing…” His gaze finally dropped to my partially exposed pussy. “We’re already playing my favorite game.”
“And what’s that?” I spread my legs wider, loving how sexy I felt in a situation where I would normally feel self-conscious.
But not with him.
Max hummed again before leaning down to skim his lips over my knee. “The one where you’re a good girl who does everything I say.”
“Everything?” I asked, definitely down to play this game.
Max froze and brought his attention to my face again. “Only what you want, baby. You’re the one in control here, and I’ll check in from time to time. When things are good, you say ‘green.’ If we’re going too fast, say ‘yellow.’ And if you want me to stop completely, say ‘red.’”
Like blood.
I gazed down at the man kneeling between my thighs, looking hot as hell with his fantastic bone structure and olive skin, and that fucking Hawaiian shirt with my dirty panties stuffed in the pocket.
“Does Damon know you’re here?” I blurted out, uncaring that my question was like a record scratch on the sexy times.
Even though Old West Goth had kind of behaved like a dick since I took the job, he didn’t deserve to be cheated on. He and Max were obviously together in some way, and the last thing I wanted was to be the other woman.
Max’s brow furrowed. “Of course Damon knows. He knows that I came here for both of us.”
Both of them?!
“Both of you?” I squeaked, scrambling to sit up to better look at him.
Max gently pushed me back down. His hand lingered on my chest, tracing a thumb over a peaked nipple through my thin camisole.
“Yes. Both.” He trailed his fingers down my ribs and over my hip—traveling all the way down my leg until he’d reached my ankle. “Damon is not the best at… feelings, but don’t let his grumpy kitten vibes scare you. He wants you too. Would you be okay with being shared, baby?”
While this kind of proposition from any other guy would have me heading for the hills, I suspected an established—vampire—couple like Max and Damon were a package deal.
Plus, he’s just so sincere.
“Yes.” I did my best to keep the laughter out of my voice when I replied, because who would say no to that?
Not horny bitches like me, that’s for sure.
Any thoughts of laughter died as Max carefully lifted my stockinged feet and set them on the edge of the bed, spreading me even wider. Exposing me completely.
And then he just stared.
I was oddly fine with his blatant inspection. If anything, it felt right to lie perfectly still while he inspected me—hoping what he saw pleased him. It no longer mattered that I was about to give a vampire the green light to put his fangs near my pussy, because I wanted this. Badly.
I want to be a good girl for him.
“It certainly appears that you’re okay with the idea of being shared.” Max lightly ran a finger through my folds. “You’re so wet for me, baby. Can I—”
We both froze as more wetness trickled out of me and my lust-clouded brain finally caught up with what was going on.
Oh. No.
Nononononoooooo…
I tried to sit up, humiliated beyond belief to realize my goddamn period had just started, but Max firmly pushed me down again before standing and curling over me, hovering his lips over mine.
“I’m sorry!” I blurted out, feeling like I needed to say something. “We can do this some other time when I’m not bleeding out of my vagina.”
Might as well record scratch this completely.
Wait…
True to form, Max just smirked. “I assure you, it’s not a problem. And Damon won’t think it is either when I go home and fuck him again while smelling like you, covered in your blood.” His expression sobered as he searched my face. “As long as it’s not a problem for you?”
My mouth opened and closed a few times as I processed this wild situation that just kept getting wilder, but there was no doubt in my mind that I was going to go all in.
“Green,” I whimpered, no longer self-conscious about anything. “All the green.”
He grinned and pressed his mouth to mine, tracing the seam of my lips with his tongue until I opened for him. I moaned as he invaded my mouth, and my moans got louder when two thick fingers slid into my wet, bleeding pussy with an obscene sound.
After pumping deeply a few times, Max withdrew and slid his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean while I watched in horny fascination.
Okay, this is hella hot.
“Good girl,” he breathed, and I melted beneath him, instinctively responding to his praise once again, even if I was just existing in his presence.
I’ll take it.
But I need more…
As if finally understanding how desperate I was, Max raised himself off the bed and dropped to his knees once again.
Please…
His breath cooled my skin for only a moment before he plunged his tongue inside me—pressing his face so tightly against my center, I wondered how he could breathe.
He did say he wanted me to soak his face…
At the thought of Max returning to Damon covered in me, I whimpered. With a chuckle, he backed off, licking the blood off his lips with a contented hum before refocusing on my clit, gently holding the sensitive nub with his impressively blunt teeth while flicking with his tongue.
Flick. Flick. Flick.
The pace was excruciatingly slow and deliberate, and when I tried to raise my hips as a hint to speed things up, Max simply draped his arm over my belly and held me down.
His other hand lazily caressed my inner thigh—thick fingers ghosting over my swollen pussy before sinking in. Psychotically slow.
And then, he stopped, with his fingers deep inside me. Not moving.
“Max!” I whined, practically delirious with need. “I-I… please…”
He responded by crooking his fingers, methodically tapping that magical spot until I was writhing in his hold.
Tap, tap, tap.
It took me a minute to realize he was mimicking the rhythm of my heartbeat, as the flicks and taps sped up right along with me.
“C’mon, baby,” he murmured against me, twisting his fingers, making me see stars. “Give me what’s mine.”
“Anything!” I gasped, and I meant it. “I’ll give you anything you want, just…”
Please!
“Anything, huh?” Max chuckled low and blew on my throbbing clit. “What if what we want is you? For us. For all eternity…”
“You can have me—you both can,” I sobbed, my legs shaking as I neared the edge. “Take whatever you want.”
Anything, anything, anything.
“Good. Girl.” Max lowered his face and sucked my clit back into his mouth before rapidly thrumming with his tongue.
I arched off the bed with a shriek, thankful Max was still holding me steady and that my aunt wasn’t home.
The neighbors were getting a show through the open window, but I didn’t give two fucks.
My orgasm was a living thing clawing its way out of me, and I had no way of closing the floodgates as I spontaneously soaked Max’s face with my release, just like he’d requested.
Along with my period blood.
RIP Hawaiian shirt.
A sharp sting accompanied my aftershocks, and I blinked open my heavy eyelids to find Max grazing his fangs along my inner thigh.
He smiled softly, looking weirdly sweet despite the gore. “Can I bite you, baby?” His voice was low and soothing, and I didn’t even care if he was using his witchy witchcraft on me. “I won’t drink too much, and I promise, I won’t make you one of us until you’re ready…”
Until I’m ready.
Until…
“Yes, Sir. Green,” I sleepily mumbled, my eyes growing heavier by the second from post-orgasmic exhaustion and vampire woo. “Thank you…”
“No, thank you, my tasty little doll…” Max’s satisfied smile disappeared as the pinch of pain on my inner thigh briefly returned, quickly morphing into a sucking pressure that was somehow both comforting and sexy as hell.
I sighed contentedly, melting into the mattress, willingly surrendering to him—to my fate.
They’ve always been my fate.
Both of them…
When Max spoke again, my eyes were closed and his voice was muffled, as if he were speaking underwater. “Thank you…” he murmured as I blissfully drifted off. “For giving me everything we’ve ever wanted.”