Hot Vampire Next Door: Season Two (Midnight Harbor Book 2)

I asked for this.

I said I would obey Bran because I want all the sinful things he’s promised to do to me in the dark.

I want to feel the pleasure of his punishments and the pain of his control.

I want to feel the power that comes with all of it. The power of giving in to him and to the desires of my own damn body.

He watches me expectantly, waiting. His patience only goes so far.

I sink to the ground. Gravel bites at my knees. He reaches down and brushes the hair away from my face, then drags his thumb over my bottom lip.

With his other hand, he unzips his pants. My heart kicks up expectantly and my tongue flicks out, wetting my mouth.

His hardness bulges at his boxer briefs. If my hands weren’t still tied behind my back, I might reach out to stroke it, feel him strain against the material.

He pulls the waistband down and his cock comes out, heavy and thick. He takes it in his hand and gives it several pumps.

I inhale deeply. I already admitted to him that I don’t know how to give a good blow job. Last night I fucked myself with a vibrator right in front of him. I knew what I was doing last night, and I was soaring high on that confidence.

Now…I’m a little sick with nerves. What if I do it wrong? I’ve given so much of myself to him already, but I don’t want to look like the inept mortal girl I know I am. Especially next to him.

The head of his cock swells in the cuff of his hand. “Open up, mouse,” he orders.

I lick my lips again and swallow hard.

“I don’t really know—”

He shoves his cock in, catching me off guard. There’s no time to think about it now.

He pumps into me and I exhale roughly through my nose.

He’s hard as a rock, filling my mouth. I flatten my tongue, trying to find room for him as the head of his cock throbs in the back of my throat.

Taking a length of my hair, winding it around his fist, he pulls my head back and his cock out.

“Breathe,” he says and I gasp for air as tears well in my eyes. “Good girl.” Then he shoves back in, pumps harder as he groans above me. There’s a tortured thrill building between my legs, and butterflies in my belly as he uses me for his own pleasure.

The head of his shaft throbs on the back of my tongue as he pushes in further. I gag, but he continues his assault, growling around gnashed teeth.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so fucking good.”

A warm flush comes to my cheeks. He’s breathing harder now, and his grip on my hair tightens as he angles me up.

“Look at me, mouse. I want to see you when I come in your mouth.”

When I meet his gaze, tears streaming down my face, his eyes glow amber in the semi-darkness and his fangs sharpen.

“Fuck,” he grunts out. “You will be my undoing.” He drives deeper as if punishing me for it. As if he can’t get enough of me.

And just when I think I can’t take much more, he growls loudly and spills his hot seed down my throat.

I’m not ready for it and I let out a strangled sound around his thickness.

His cum is coppery and salty and when he pulls out of me, I move to spit it out.

“No.” He clamps his hand over my mouth. “Swallow it.”

Several beads of cum sit on my tongue as his gaze burns into me.

Another order I can’t refuse and the authority in his voice makes me burn hotter with need.

I swallow it back and the taste of him fills my mouth.

“Good girl,” he says and then lifts me up, presses me against the car’s front fender.

Please fuck me now, I think.

I’m mindless, spinning, buzzing with need. Being used is apparently another one of my kinks. My clit is throbbing, my nipples are tight, and I’m so wet, it’s dripping down my inner thighs.

I’m burning and mascara is probably running down my face, but I need more of him.

I want all of him.

“You made me another promise,” I say, voice thin, almost a whimper.

He once told me he’d bend me over the hood of my car.

I want that to happen right now.

Bran drags his thumb roughly over my bottom lip. “When I bend you over the hood, I won’t be fucking this hole.” Then his hand sinks between my legs where my panties are still askew. He slips his fingers down my wetness, then teases at my opening and I mewl at the pleasure, rocking my hips against him. “And I won’t be fucking this hole.”

My eyes shoot open. “What?”

“I’m going to fuck that tight ass and you’re going to take it like a good girl.”

“But—”

“Mouse.”

There’s a very clear ring of warning in his voice.

“Okay,” I say a little breathy, even though I’m not absolutely sure what I’m agreeing to. In all my own pleasure, I’ve never gone down that road.

“That’s the right answer.” He zips up his pants and then reaches around me to unknot his belt from my wrists.

“Wait…but…”

“Get in the car.” He goes to the driver’s side door, the belt hanging from his grip.

“But I…you can’t…” I’m still throbbing and soaked.

“You don’t get to come,” he tells me. “Not until I say you can. Now get in the car.” He slides in behind the wheel and shuts the door.

Fuck. Fuck!

I breathe heavily, trying to think through my options. But of course, I don’t have many.

“Mouse,” he says. “I won’t tell you again.”

He’ll probably leave me here. He already did it once in the cemetery and town is a lot farther away from here. I’d be walking all night.

I fix my pants and numbly walk around the car. Every step is torture as the friction from my panties hits just right at my swollen clit.

Goddamn him.

I carefully climb into the passenger seat, thighs pressed together, trying to stave off the needy heat between my legs.

I want to murder him.

“You’re doing this just to torture me,” I tell him.

He puts the car in gear and pulls away from the shoulder. “Do you remember what I told you the night you went to the Harbor party?”

I think I know what he’s getting at.

When I don’t answer, he goes on. “I told you not to wear panties and you didn’t. I told you I did it to test your obedience. It wasn’t to torture you, mouse.” He glances at me briefly, his eyes catching the light from the dashboard. “I did it to teach you the lines not to cross. Disobeying me is one of them. And testing my patience is not something either of us wants.”

My stomach dips. Am I flying too close to the sun?

Do I have no idea what I’ve gotten myself into?

“Should I be afraid of you?” I ask.

“Absolutely.” He comes up to a stop sign and looks over at me again, his gaze lingering on me this time. “You can trust me to keep my word, however. So long as you keep yours.”

He means as long as I obey him.

I already said I would. I don’t plan on backtracking now. But there’s clearly so much I have yet to learn. Every second of this relationship is a walk across a tightrope.

I had no idea that before Bran, I was just surviving.

Now I’m living.

The danger, the pleasure, the control, the thrill of it all, it is intoxicating and I’m officially addicted.

“What about my safe word?” I ask. “I can still use it at any time?”

“Yes, but don’t think of it as a pause button. Think of it as a ripcord.” He turns onto the next street and shifts through several gears as we hit a straightaway and the Bimmer picks up speed. The velocity presses me against the bucket seat.

“Are you saying that when I use the safe word, that’s it? We’re done?”

“I’m saying I won’t know until you use it.”

Well, goddammit. That makes me not want to use it. I’m glad I haven’t yet.

Because the truth is, the thought of not having Bran anymore makes me feel hollow.

We are tangled in one another now and I think it’s that way for him too, as much as it is for me. It’s why he’s working so damn hard to draw the lines and make sure I know where they are.

Through the control, he’s revealing his deepest secret—he doesn’t want this to end either.

Bran Duval likes me.

He might more than like me.

It might be immature to think about it that way, but it still sends butterflies flitting through my stomach, nonetheless.

The Infamous Bran Duval, a several-hundred-year-old vampire, likes me.

I smile to myself.

Bran says, “Why are you smiling?”

“No reason.”

“Mouse.”

Am I disobeying him by not telling him all of my inner thoughts? I have to leave some of the mystery.

“I was just thinking I like this song,” I say as an 80s pop ballad plays through the radio.

“Liar.”

I laugh to myself and then—

“Wait. You’re right. I am lying. I forgot to tell you…I realized today that I can lie.”

He frowns and downshifts as we reach our next turn. “That is…interesting.”

“See! I knew it meant something. Fae can’t lie.”

He checks for traffic at the stop sign and then turns, the headlights sweeping across the front of Midnight Library and its dark stained-glass windows.

“Try it again,” he says. “Tell me an obvious lie.”

“I like you,” I say with a sardonic grin.

He cuts a look to me. “Mouse.”

“Okay. Okay.” It wasn’t a lie anyway. “It’s morning.” I spread my arms out. “See?”

His frown deepens. There’s a special kind of satisfaction that comes with baffling Bran.

“I know what I tasted in your blood,” he says. “I wasn’t mistaken.”

“You had to be.”

“I suppose it’s possible the binding amulet has muddled the taste of your blood.”

The absolute relief I feel when he says as much is damn near orgasmic.

It’s like everything has been put back in place. I don’t have to doubt who I am.

“Maybe Sasha said she tasted fae blood too, but was mistaken just like you. Maybe Julian Locke thinks I’m fae, but I’m not.”

“But why bind you then?” he points out. “What was your mother trying to hide?”

Okay, he has me there. “Well…I don’t know.”

“Exactly. I’ll admit, the lying is a wild card I didn’t consider until now. But it’s not a nail in the coffin, so to speak.” He’s quiet for a second, then, as if making a decision, takes a sharp right turn.

“Where are you going?”

“We need to speak to your sister. Let’s not delay it any longer. I want answers and she can give them to us.”

“My house is the other way.”

“She’s not home.”

“How do you know?”

“She called in sick today and I heard she’s been staying at Locke House.”

I swallow around a lump in my throat.

Bran takes the next left turn, ignoring the blinker. “I suspect Julian has been keeping Kelly from you ever since he found you with me.”

I’ve been desperate to speak to my sister and now that I might actually get the chance? I’m afraid of what she might reveal.

I’m afraid of what the truth might be.

My mom did go to an awful lot of trouble to keep secrets about me hidden.

It’s possible that I’m going to look back on this and realize that being fae was the least of my worries.