Page 32 of Pucking Vamps
“Yeah, um. I was about to say the exact same thing! That might be too advanced for me.” He chuckles nervously, his Adam’s apple bobbing on a hard swallow. “But being watched…”
Tension I hadn’t realized I’m holding uncoils in me at his response, my body relaxing back in the seat as I guide the car to the exit past the sign. While vampires are territorial, sharing under certain conditions isn’t uncommon. Especially at balls and other such parties where orgies take place. But the idea of letting someone get a taste of Hayden rubs me the wrong way. It shouldn’t, especially since this thing between us is fake aside from the sex, but it does.
“They will just watch then,” I state, anticipation pooling in my core now that he’s given the okay. “I will be the only one touching you.”
“Mm, I think we need to stop talking about it though,” he drawls, his voice deeper than moments ago. “I’m getting horny.”
I chance a quick glance his way. He’s lazily palming himself through his pants, the outline of his dick tenting the stretchy material.
“Were you lonely while I was gone?” I place my hand on his thigh again, pressing down with intent. “Did you wear the collar and the cock ring every day as instructed?”
He scoffs, the sound a little breathless. “What do you think? I even got a dildo, but it’s not nearly as good as your cock.”
I smirk, brushing my fingers along his erection. “I’d like to see you pleasure yourself with it.”
“Kinky. I like it. I’ll pencil you in next time I masturbate.”
I turn left onto the small road past the gas station. A couple of houses line up the sides, but the one we are visiting is right at the end. “Do you do that often?” I ask, loving the way Hayden’s lust lingers in the air.
“This past week, yes. I’ve been a bit on edge thanks to a certain someone not being around to give me a good railing.”
“I promise to make up for that.”
“Oh, you will, don’t you worry.”
We arrive at our destination, a spectacular mansion like the one I own. Sprawling grounds surround it, with pockets of trees interspersed with fields and flower gardens. Stables sit next to the main building, their façade ornamented with marble and rose-infested trellises.
“Wow, do all vampires live in expensive-ass mansions?” Hayden whistles, grinning as a horse pokes its white mug to check who’s arrived. Deciding we are of no danger, it cants out into the fenced enclosure. “Oh shit, there are actual horses!”
“My friend breeds them,” I explain, stepping out of the car.
Hayden follows suit, beelining for the stables so he can pat the friendly animal’s head. I cross my arms and watch him, propping a hip against the vehicle’s trunk.
“Welcome, Leander. I hope the drive over was pleasant,” my friend, Vivian, greets me, walking out from the stables with a pair of leather gloves in her hands. She must’ve just come back from a ride.
I dip my head. Just like most pureblood vampires, Vivian is older than me. “Thank you, it was. How have you been?”
We slip into a pleasant catch up, though my eyes remain on Hayden, who’s still engrossed in the white horse. Perhaps I could get a couple of animals, teach him to ride. It’s been a while, but just like driving, riding a horse is not a skill you can forget. He looks like he’d be good at it, and I bet he’d also enjoy it.
“Hayden,” I call him over once we are ready to head inside. He snaps his head my way, beaming a sheepish smile as if he’s just realized we are here, then whispers something to the horse before jogging over to join us.
“Hi.” He offers his hand for a shake. “I’m Hayden. You have a really nice horse. And a very pretty mansion.”
“Thank you. I’m Vivian, one of Leander’s oldest friends.” She gives me an amused look. “Though not that old, considering he’s still a youngling.”
Hayden’s ears perk up. “I was a little disappointed when he told me he’s only thirty-four. How old are you?”
Vivian takes off her riding gloves, stroking the material, and gestures us inside. “370, if I’m not wrong. It’s a little hard to keep count once you are past a certain age.”
Hayden stops abruptly, and sizes up my friend who’s wearing a red brocade blouse, white riding pants and leather knee-high boots. Her tawny shoulder-length hair is tied in a ponytail at the nape of her neck, though a few strands have gotten away.
“No way. I wouldn’t give you more than 150.”
They both laugh. A sense of pride and accomplishment surges through me at the easy acceptance my human receives from one of my dearest friends.
“I couldn’t believe you when you said you’ve found yourself a partner, Leander, but I get it now. A charmer like this is impossible to resist.”
Hayden playfully pokes me in the ribs with his elbow. “And that’s not counting the wild sex. Vampy here stood no chance.”