Chapter 9
Arran
“Where you off to, stud?” Audrey’s sultry question comes from the parlor, the unexpected cadence of her husky voice taking me by surprise as I come down the stairs.
I’m fairly good at sensing wherever Audrey is at all times, but I must’ve been too distracted by thoughts of tomorrow’s Knights & Castles session with my friends to have noticed her presence.
For the past week I’ve taken great care to steer clear of Audrey, my embarrassment too strong after what I did outside her room on her first night here. But mostly, the desire to do it again, to do more with her, it’s been an inconvenient, inescapable companion, following me all day and all night.
The moment I hear Audrey wake in the mornings, I confine myself to my room, pretending to be asleep as she gets ready for the day. At night, when she returns to the castle, I set off again, staying out with the stars.
Yet, thoughts of her still persist.
It takes me a second to find my bearings, so when I turn to see Audrey leaning against the stone wall, it’s nearly impossible to stifle my groan of longing.
A skintight black shirt clings to her body, the bodice cut low to draw attention to her pert breasts. Above her trousers, a sliver of bare skin is visible, my fingers aching to explore the exposed flesh.
But what holds me absolutely captive is the cherry-red shade of her plump lips and that ever-present tilt at their corners as her eyes rake over me.
“Town,” I choke out, finally remembering her question.
I need to leave. The temptation to touch Audrey is too great. Especially right now when she’s looking so delectable and I’m feeling utterly ravenous for her.
“If you’re not in too much of a hurry, I could use a little…
assistance,” Audrey says coyly, though her rich, velvety scent has me questioning the seemingly innocence of the request. Or could this be the same type of assistance she referred to last time, the one I almost succumbed to before Anita interrupted us and brought sense back to me?
My grip on the stair railing tightens, the old stone thankfully not crumbling under the intense pressure.
“What do you need, Audrey?” This isn’t the first time I’ve asked her this question, but somehow it feels heavier. It’s as if fate herself is waiting in the wings, anticipating Audrey’s answer.
“You.” The pronouncement is confident, inviting, brooking no misunderstandings.
“You don’t want me,” I counter, my body now vibrating with restraint lest I unleash myself on this beautiful human woman.
Audrey props a hand on her hip. “Why not?”
“I’d ruin you,” I confess.
Audrey gives me another assessing look, gaze dragging down my body before meeting my eyes again. “I’d like to see you try.”
Before her next heartbeat, I’m across the foyer, one hand braced against the wall behind her, the other finally gripping her small waist with my rough fingers.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” I rasp, my lips a breath away from the red ones haunting my every dream and every waking moment.
Audrey quirks a single brow as she tucks the tips of her fingers into the waistband of my kilt. “Oh no, stud. I know exactly what I want. Question is, do you?”
Breaths shallow, I try to play out different scenarios in my head, an echo to the countless ones I’ve mulled through this past week, but each one ends with me still longing to know what it would be like to let go of this thin thread of control and give in to my biggest temptation.
“Fuck it,” I growl before claiming Audrey’s mouth.
She opens instantly for me, her tongue coming out to play with mine in a lustful, devouring dance. A soft moan escapes from Audrey as I pull her flush against me, kissing her with all the pent-up feelings I’ve harbored since I first saw her almost two years ago.
My fingers delve into Audrey’s silky strands to tip her head back, positioning her precisely where I want her to take the kiss deeper.
Audrey’s scent blooms and my cock grows stiff as our kiss grows hungrier, our bodies greedy for more.
Feeling the evidence of my arousal pushing against her abdomen, Audrey reaches down and wraps her hand around my hard, tartan-covered length.
I break the kiss and hiss out a breath as her fingers tighten around me, the pressure just shy of painful—precisely the way I like it.
“Darling, you don’t have to,” I say breathlessly, leaning my forehead against hers.
Squeezing my cock, Audrey admonishes, “I thought I told you I know exactly what I want.” She bites down on my bottom lip, pulling it into her mouth and letting go again with a lick to the sting.
My cock jolts in response, and Audrey’s eyes sparkle with delight.
As if pulled out of one of my fantasies, Audrey lowers herself to her knees in front of me. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than those brown eyes staring up at me with a challenge written all over them.
“Fuck, lass. You’re a dream,” I say as I cup her jaw, my cock dripping with precum and wetting the front of my kilt.
Audrey runs her hands up my bare thighs, her touch soft but firm. “Want to know what your cock will look like with my red lips wrapped around it?”
Fuck. I think Audrey might just be the one to ruin me.
“Aye,” I rasp, pulling my tartan up and showing Audrey how hard I am for her.
“You’re pierced?” she asks, curiosity overpowering her lust as she inspects the two metal barbells bisecting the head of my cock.
“Aye,” I answer, gliding my thumb over her cherry bottom lip. “It’s called a magic cross. Think you can work with it?”
The look Audrey gives me would shatter weaker males. “Always up for a new challenge.”
Leaning forward, Audrey keeps her eyes locked on mine as she sticks out her tongue and drags it all the way from my base to the tip. Her tongue swirls around the head once before she takes me into her hot mouth and sucks.
“Fu-u-u-ck,” I stutter out, one hand slamming against the wall behind Audrey to brace myself.
“Not bad,” Audrey says before licking at the precum dripping from my crown. “No cupcake flavor, but not really human either.” Audrey sucks on the head of my cock again and it takes everything in my power not to shove my hips forward. “Perhaps a trace of…”
“Garlic,” I answer through gritted teeth, not believing we’re having this conversation while my cock is pulsing with all the ingested blood coursing through my body.
“I thought vampires and garlic don’t mix?” Audrey says conversationally as she traces the raised veins on my cock.
The sensation of her fingertips grazing over my sensitive flesh, the feel of her hot breath fanning over the head, it has me on the verge of madness.
“Old myth the first vampires started,” I manage to utter between heaving breaths.
A slow smile curves across Audrey’s lips. “Lucky for you, I prefer savory over sweet.”
“Darling, please.”
“Oh, I like it when you beg. Want to try that again?” Audrey asks, her open mouth hovering in front of my cock as her grip tightens around my base.
“Please suck my cock with those beautiful lips of yours. Take me into your hot little mouth and make me come.”
“It will be my pleasure.”
A deep groan rumbles up from the depths of my chest as Audrey finally sucks me into her mouth and starts working her way up and down my shaft, her hands assisting her with each movement.
“That’s it, darling. You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth.” My fingers carve into her hair to keep it out of her perfect face because I don’t want to miss a single second of this.
I want to witness every minor expression, the way her cheeks hollow when she sucks, the way her lips stretch around my girth, the way she holds my gaze but also the way she looks in the moments when her eyes flutter closed. It’s almost as if Audrey’s enjoying this just as much as I am.
Dark lashes lay flush against the tops of reddened cheeks as Audrey takes me deeper with a hum vibrating around my cock. Her rich rosy scent permeates the room, filling my olfactory senses and etching itself into my mind.
“Fuck, Audrey. That’s so good. If you keep that up I’m going to come,” I warn, my free hand fisting my tartan.
There’s no need for me to thrust my hips or guide her. Audrey knows precisely what she’s doing.
Pleasure courses through me, and my cock thickens, the veins filling with all the remaining blood in my body.
Audrey pops her mouth off me and takes one of my piercings between her teeth and tugs lightly on it, making my knees nearly buckle from the sensation.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” Audrey purrs, licking at my slit before repeating the action with the other piercing. “I want you to come in my mouth. I want to swallow down everything you’ve got.”
I part my lips to ask her if she’s sure, but Audrey cuts me off. “Give me everything.”
This time, I know she’s not going to stop until she’s wrung every drop from me. I surrender to the sensations of her ministrations, and let Audrey captivate me with her cherry-red lips as her tongue does unimaginable things to me.
Sensing my climax, Audrey stares me dead in the eyes as she winks before flexing the back of her tongue in a way I’ve never experienced before.
Release shoots out of me and straight down Audrey’s throat, my body trembling as pleasure ricochets through every single one of my cells, narrowing my whole being down to this single moment and the woman who’s holding me spellbound with just her mouth.
Audrey parts her lips and shows me the evidence of my release before swallowing it down.
My knees buckle and hit the stone floor as I pull Audrey into my arms and kiss her with everything I’m unable to express.
“You’re incredible,” I rasp eventually, pressing more kisses to Audrey’s cheeks, jaw, lips.
Audrey smiles and tips my chin up with a single finger. “Next time, I’d love to know what those barbells will feel like inside of my pussy.”
“You will,” I promise. “But first, let me taste your sweet cunt.”