Her Devoted Vampire (17 page)

“I’m not
coming in that hot, little mouth of yours, my sweet. Not tonight.”

When her
lips dropped into a disappointed little moue, he grasped her hips and pushed
them down onto his raging cockstand.

They
both groaned in ecstasy as her warm, wet pussy gloved him from tip to base. He
just had enough strength to lift her off until he nearly came out, but she
squealed in dismay and jerked herself out of his grasp, dropping hard back
around him.

“Oh, my
dear Goddess, you are perfect!”

She
tipped her head forward to stare into his eyes with lustful triumph as she rocked,
gently and slowly, scraping her clit against his shaft. He reveled in the
velvet grip sliding up to the head of his penis then back down to the base, his
arousal building another wall.

“Ride
me, my Goddess,” he snarled at her, and her rocking gained momentum and
frequency.

He gazed
up at her red tresses flowing around her shoulders and face as she rode, and
love blazed as brightly as his lust. Her breasts bounced on her chest, and her
large nipples grew hard at each thrust; but her face captured his attention.
The surging arousal in her drew him in and held him fast. The wave of lust and
pleasure began to rise, and he gripped her hips tightly as he thrust harder and
harder into her.

“Oh,
yes, Fredrick. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” she shouted, throwing her head back
in auburn abandon.

Her
orgasm crashed over her, and her pussy clamped around him like a hot, wet
glove, massaging his cock and pushing him over into his own ecstasy. An
explosion of light and power filled the bedroom as they climaxed together, and
their bond solidified into a near-tangible rope. The scents of springtime and
exotic incense wrapped around them, coating the memory of their shared
pleasure.

Fredrick
growled as he thrust hard one last time, and then he was done, floating in a
euphoria he’d never felt with any other woman in his entire life. Bridget
collapsed on his chest and lay there, breathing hard and moaning softly.

“Are…Are
you hurt?” he said breathlessly as he raised his hands to her shoulders.

“No, no.
I just have never had an orgasm like that before. Geez, and I thought your
tongue was good. Holy shit!” She shook with exhausted laughter. “I’ve decided
I’m going to let you do that to me again.” She slowly rolled her body off to
the side of his, dropping her head on his chest.

His own
laughter rumbled in his chest. “I’m only going to do that to you again if you
promise to marry me. And I need a real yes this time, please. Then I will
ravage you in new and exciting ways for the rest of your life.”

“Okay,”
she replied amiably.

He
chuckled again and tipped her head toward him. “A real yes, remember?”

“Yes, Fredrick
MacGregor, my handsome vampire lover. I will be happy to marry you and let you
ravage me as you see fit.” Her expression filled with warm contentment.

Unmitigated
joy flooded through him. He’d put that expression there. His life mate and the
woman he’d spend eternity loving, both physically and emotionally, rested
satisfied in his arms.

“I love
you, my Lady Bridget.”

“I love
you, too, Fredrick,” she admitted as she laid her head back down on his chest
and snuggled her body against his. “I really, really do.”

“I am so
glad to hear that.”

“Me,
too.”

“You do
know this means I intend to keep you here in my home, do you not?”

“Oh
yeah? What will I do to earn my keep? I did have a life and a job, you know.”

“No,
really?” he asked with heavy sarcasm. “And what did you do in that life and
job?”

“Oh, I
was a project manager and financial advisor for the CEO of a big marketing
company in
Boston
.”
She yawned.

Laughter
bubbled up from his belly. “Well, it just so happens that I’m in need of such a
person. I’m currently without a financial administrator, and I have an
extensive business in coffee shops. I need someone to keep the books and make
sure revenue continues.”

“Okay, I
can do that.” Then her breathing deepened as she slipped beneath the surface of
sleep. He kissed the top of her head and fell with her.

Chapter Ten

Bridget
sat comfortably ensconced in a fluffy armchair at Night Caps, her favorite
coffee shop in
Gloucester
,
reading a set of financial records on her laptop. She still wore her blue
fleece hat and matching wool scarf, but her black leather coat with the faux
fur collar and black leather gloves lay on the chair next to her.

“Goddess,
woman, could you make this any more complicated?”

She
sighed and put the laptop aside, rubbing her eyes. She didn’t really want to
think about the financials anyway. It had been a difficult morning – well, afternoon
for most people – and she needed a break.

She
reached out and picked up her mug, inhaling the steam rising off the hot chai.
The scents of cinnamon and cardamom soothed a little of her frustrations over Szilvia’s
calculations. Since Bridget had taken over Fredrick’s financial empire, she’d
had to figure out how Szilvia had done things, so she could find her own way
through them.

Yeah, like that’s simple. At least Fredrick knew some
of it.

Thoughts
of Fredrick sent shivers of pleasure straight to her loins, and she felt a
dopey smile curve her lips.

Ever
since that first night together in his bed, he’d been the perfect combination
of suitor, lover, and teacher. He made love to her like she’d become a
cherished gift he didn’t want to use up, but couldn’t get enough of.

Hell, I can’t get enough of him, either.

She
shivered with memories of their last lovemaking session, and her nipples
hardened. Damn, the man was sexiness incarnate! Thank the Goddess they’d have
the wedding soon. Then their exploits would be legal.

She
snorted.
Well, maybe not in all states.

Bridget
opened her eyes and sipped more of her chai before she ran over her “wedding
to-do” list in her mind.

Just email or call everyone. Especially Kate.

Her best
friend Kate Blackamber would be thrilled, but Bridget was still hesitant to
mention Fredrick’s dietary issues. How would Kate react to the idea of
fairytale creatures living in the “real world” and Bridget marrying one?

Bridget
snorted again.
Probably the same way I
did. At least no one is holding her hostage when she finds out.

Bridget
had yet to tell her mother, but she refused to do that until she had most of
the details of the wedding figured out. This was Bridget’s special day, and,
though her mother meant well, Bridget worried about her reaction to the Goddess
connection.

Not to mention I’m marrying a vampire. Goddess, I hope
Kate’s okay with it.

Bridget
set her mug down and picked up two samples of wedding invitation stationary
she’d bought. She ran her fingers over the different paper selections as she
tried to decide between traditional silver and white or the more artsy-fartsy
look of dried flower petals within the paper.

The
touch of her fingers released the subtle scent of the imbedded petals and
reminded her of Fredrick at his most sultry. A shiver of awareness worked its
way up her spine as the door to the coffee shop opened and closed, allowing a
cold gust of wind to slip through with a new patron. The breeze carried the
scent of spiced apples and warm chocolate, and her heartbeat picked up with
anticipatory joy. She scanned the customers around her, and an amused smile
crept out, planting itself on her lips.

Conversations
stopped as the female clientele observed the man who walked up to the counter. He
stood about six feet tall and wore a black leather trench coat. Dark hair fell
down his back like a silk rope from beneath a fedora, and the leather tightened
against his broad shoulders as he gestured for his order. A collective sigh
echoed around the room when he turned and scanned the tables for a seat. The
women all stared at him with hopeful, wistful glances, and the counter woman
stared dreamily after him as he picked his way through the tables.

His dark
gaze found Bridget’s, and the corners of his mouth turned up at her grin of
lusty welcome. Giddy excitement filled her heart as he stopped beside her chair
and laid a gentle, but insistent kiss upon her lips. His tongue parted her lips
and stroked hers quickly, then was gone. She wished he’d give her more, but reined
in her inner bar wench.

When he
pulled away, his satisfied smile told her his kiss was just a sample of what
was to come when they were alone again.

“Hi.” Bridget
greeted him with her own promising smile.

“Good
evening.” He removed his hat and coat and sat down next to her.

“Have
you eaten?” she asked as she stacked the stationary in front of her.

He
nodded and smiled a wolfish smile. “Now, I’m ready for dessert.”

“Oh?”
she said innocently. “Is there something in particular you’re craving?”

The
wolfish smile increased. “Yes.” Then the smile mellowed again. “What are you
working on?”

“Wedding
invites,” she said with a sigh.

He
raised an eyebrow. “That doesn’t make you happy? We can always forego the usual
rigmarole and marry tomorrow.”

She gave
him a dark look. “Nice try. You still have to wait until the end of December. No,
I just don’t want to tell my mother, but if I tell anyone else, she’ll find
out.”

“Yet
another reason to just have a simple ceremony in
Wales
with a Priestess of the
Goddess and have a party for everyone else later.”

Bridget
considered the idea for while the counter woman delivered Fredrick’s drink,
giggling like a teenager when he thanked her with a warm smile. Bridget watched
several women walk past the table to get to their own, their gazes locked on
her fiancé with hunger. She empathized. Fredrick’s aura of power and sex appeal
made them divert their routes to come close to him
.

Bridget
sighed again and said, “I can’t. Kate would kill me for not inviting her, and
my mother would never speak to me again.” She paused and smiled wanly. “That
might be a good thing. I can’t really tell her you’re a vampire. She won’t even
want to hear about the Goddess.”

“Bridget,
I’ll bow to your wishes, but one thing I will not compromise on,” Fredrick said
as he leaned forward, setting his cup down. “The ceremony must be done by a
Priest or Priestess of the Goddess. Otherwise we will insult Her, and given
your bloodline and my blessing, we cannot turn a blind eye to that. If your
mother has repudiated the Goddess, perhaps it isn’t a good idea for her to be
present at the ceremony.”

“I know,
I know.”

She
grimaced and crossed her arms over her chest, pushing her breasts up on purpose.
Fredrick’s expression didn’t change, but his scent sharpened with his increased
interest. She couldn’t hide the smug smile.

“All
right. Here’s my compromise. Let me get in touch with my best friend and find
out if she can come here around the Winter Solstice. Then we can have a small
ceremony with the Wolfwrights, Kate, and a representative of the Goddess. Is
that agreeable?”

He
leaned over and wrapped his hand around the back of her head, pulling her lips
to his in a possessive kiss. This time, she was ready for him and pushed her
tongue into his mouth to caress his canines. His breath caught in his throat, and
she heard the crunch of the wooden armrest under his other hand.

“More
than agreeable, my Lady Bridget,” he growled when he released her.

The
scents of spiced apples and cloves filled the air between them as his arousal
rose. Wistful sighs echoed around them, but Bridget only grinned wider.

He’s mine, ladies. You can look, but don’t touch.

“Are you
ready to go home?”

Fredrick’s
eyes promised more than just walls and doors. He promised love, protection,
joy, and some of the best sex she’d ever experienced. Her excitement spiked,
and his nostrils flared as he caught her scent. She winked and gathered her
things for departure, reveling in her power over the sexiest man she’d ever met.
So he was a vampire. He’d agreed not to feed off her. As long as he held her
sacred, she didn’t have a problem with his liquid diet.

“I love
you, Fredrick.”

“And I
you, Lady Bridget. Forever.”

That
would do.

The End

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