Chapter 13

Chapter

Thirteen

TALULLA

I quickly get to the bathroom, take the fastest shower of my life, and get ready. For once in my life, I'm excited for something I don't know about. I'm excited to go on an adventure with my own personal vampire. Yes, mine. All mine. That model-looking blondie is all mine, and I can't believe it. I feel like a ten-year-old girl getting a puppy.

I put on a lacy bra, making sure it's the good one with the wire under my breasts. I don't need these girls to go anywhere. I choose a matching lacy thong, a stretchy black miniskirt, and a tight, black crop tank top that shows off my assets very, very well. Easy, comfortable, and basically the only thing I own that, in the dark, could match his perfect closet.

I can't believe he's wearing a T-shirt and not one of his usual silk shirts. A tight one too. I can see his abs through it. It's absurd. I apply a quick wing of eyeliner and mascara, and I'm ready to go.

As I get out of the bathroom, his eyes darken right away. His icy eyes are now the color of the abyss—hungry. And it's because of me. "Good enough?"

"You're fucking perfect." He sighs, scratching his throat. "So fucking perfect."

"Language, Mr. Lancaster."

He groans at the formal title, and then his lips are on mine. Not gentle anymore. Hungry and wanting everything. "Say it again, and I'm gonna fuck you until you can't walk anymore."

"You're saying it as if it's a bad thing."

"I'd make it hurt."

"Again, you're saying it as if it's a bad thing, Mr. Lancaster. It really isn't."

I swear I hear him growl. "Let's go. I don't want to be late."

He walks me toward the door, and after it's locked, we walk to the parking lot. His hand never leaves the small of my back. As we reach his car, his eyes widen, and he turns to see who's behind us.

"Flynn Lancaster," a woman's voice says, and I turn to look as well. "What a pleasure to see you."

"Monica Lazar. I wish I could say the pleasure is mine, but it really isn't," Flynn replies, tightening his grip on me. My eyes shoot in his direction, but he's fixated on the woman. His jaw is so tight I'm worried he might break his teeth.

"And you must be Talulla," the woman says to me. She's easily in her mid-thirties, with auburn hair, and her skin is so perfect it almost looks retouched. She's beautiful, confident, and a witch.

"Lazar, that's a—"

"Romanian name, yes. Your family and I go way back."

"Funny. I don't recall my father ever mentioning your name."

"Does Emil know what you've been up to?"

I raise an eyebrow at her as I cross my arms over my chest. "I don't think that's any of your concern."

"It is when you play with my toys."

"Excuse me?" I reply. As I try to make a move on her, Flynn's hand grabs me and keeps me back. "And why are you stopping me?" I turn to him, making sure she can see how angry I am.

"Because I really don't want to clean up a murder scene tonight."

I sigh. "Fine," I say, and I hear her chuckle. I swear this witch clearly wants to die tonight.

"Monica, what the hell do you want?"

"I'm here visiting a friend. I truly had no idea I would have the fortune of seeing your pretty face around. Thought you were back in London."

"Then go on. Go see your friend. We have somewhere to be."

"So nice to meet you, Talulla. You look just like your dad. Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. But when Flynn's… dominant ways become too much for you, come look for me. I'll take care of him."

"You are a dead witc—" Flynn's hand covers my mouth before I can even finish my statement.

She laughs once again, and then she walks away. And only then do Flynn's shoulders relax and he lets me go.

"Who the fuck is that?"

"That"—he points at the woman in the distance—"is a terrible mistake."

"Ex?"

"I don't even want to call her that. She likes to play with people's minds, and that is why I stopped you."

"What do you mean?"

"She makes you believe things that aren't real. She called me a toy because that's what I was to her. I didn't even know what was happening half of the time."

"What the—"

"Yeah, she doesn't love other supernatural creatures, especially men."

I can sense the topic is painful, so I let it go as he opens the passenger door for me. Then he quickly gets to his side, and we drive off.

"I'm gonna have the Drusus coven look into her," I say as I pick up my phone.

"What?"

"You said it, Flynn. She doesn't like supernatural beings, and coincidentally enough, there is a potion going around killing them."

"It's too easy."

"I'm still gonna tell them," I reply, sending a quick text to Cassandra.

"You're angry."

"Yeah, well, I didn't really imagine meeting any of your exes."

"Let me make myself very clear about one thing," he says as he parks the car outside a venue. I didn't even realize we got to our destination, because I was too focused on thinking about all the ways I could have strangled that woman. "I have no exes aside from my late wife."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"You're telling me you haven't been with anyone since your wife? Because, based on what the witch said, she clearly got to see you with no clothes on."

"I'm not saying I haven't had encounters ."

"You can say sex, Flynn. I'm not expecting you to be a saint. I'm not either."

"Do not remind me of that." He sighs—or growls—it's truly a sound that mixes both. "What I'm trying to tell you is that since my wife, I haven't let myself fall for anyone. Monica tried. I thought I was feeling things, but it was all a lie. All her doing."

"You're telling me you haven't dated anyone until… now?"

"That is exactly what I am telling you."

Why me, then? Why this? I have so many questions, and I don't know if I am ready to hear the possible answers. "I don't even know what to say."

"Good, because it's time for the first surprise of the night."

"First? There's a second?"

"There is. You'll find out about it very soon, and if you're a good girl, you'll get a third one later."

God, I hope one of these is his cock because if he doesn't fuck me tonight, I might have to pull out a dildo and release the tension I've got going on right now.

He takes an envelope out of his blazer's pocket and says, "Here." And he gives it to me. It's two front-row tickets for tonight's Death Cab for Cutie's concert. A concert I didn't even want to think about, because I knew that with everything happening, I couldn't possibly afford it.

"How did you know?"

"You wear their merch pretty often. It really wasn't a hard one."

"Okay, but how the hell did you know they were playing tonight?"

"I might be an old vampire, but I am capable of googling."

"I can't believe it."

"You okay?" Flynn asks as another tear falls down my cheek. I never cry, and yet this man has picked up two tears in the last couple of hours.

"I'm surprised, that's all," I reply. "This is a dream, and I'm worried I'm going to wake up at any second."

His lips press against mine. "You're not dreaming. Now, time for another surprise."

"Already?"

"It's inside." His lips curl up. "Take off your panties."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Flynn, no, I can't…"

"Yes, you absolutely can and will if you want a nice reward."

"What happens if I don't do it?"

"You get punished."

"See, when you say it like that, it doesn't seem like such a bad thing."

His hand grabs my throat and tightens slightly. "You dirty, dirty girl, of course you wanna get spanked."

"What's the reward?"

"A surprise."

"I don't think I like surprises anymore."

"That's a lie. Take off your panties, Talulla. Let me give you something you won't forget."

"Confident much?"

"Very."

I do as he asks. I slide off the lacy thong I'm wearing and place it in his open hand. Then I make sure my skirt is in place. "Am I ever going to see those again?"

"Maybe."

"I'm on a tight budget. I can't lose underwear like that."

He shakes his head and then places the thong inside the pocket of his blazer. "Let's go, sweetheart. We've got a concert to watch."

I smile as he gets to my door and walks me to the entrance of the venue. We get to our spot, right at the front, and as I lie on the barricade, Flynn positions himself behind me, caging me in. People start filling up the space, and as the lights go dark, his hands, which until now were on either side of the barricade and keeping me in place, are now on my stomach, pressing my rear to his crotch, and right between my legs. "Flynn, someone will see us."

"No one will see anything. I'm going to make sure of it."

"But there are people around."

"You and all of them will be very busy watching a concert. I'm just making sure you get the experience you deserve."

"You are something else, Flynn Lancaster."

"I'm completely yours, Talulla Popescu." And as he says that, his index flicks my clit, and I fight the urge to moan. "Shh, you don't want them to hear you now, do you?"

The band comes out, and as the singing begins, I get lost in the trance their music takes me to. Flynn's hand is just there, resting, and as I sing the words to the song, I rest my head on his shoulder and let myself go. That's when Flynn starts his predatory moves. His vanilla cologne is all I can smell in this room full of half-drunk and half-stoned people. His velvety fingers start circling my clit softly, getting coated in me.

His hand comes up at a reaching distance of my mouth before he whispers in my ear, "Open your mouth and lick."

I do as he says, and as I taste myself on him, I moan in ecstasy as the music continues. Then his fingers are back where they belong—right on my wet pussy. He moves with the music, following a painful, slow rhythm, and then he finally inserts two fingers inside. The initial stretch stings for only a moment before it becomes full pleasure.

"Flynn, oh my god."

"Having fun, little hunter?"

"You need"—I pant before continuing—"to find a new pet name. I really don't like that one."

"Babe? Darling? Love? I'll call you whatever you want me to, Talulla," he whispers as he continues to fuck me with his hand. Everyone around us is completely unaware of how close to orgasm I am.

"I'm so close."

"I can feel it, Talulla. Your cunt is trying to keep me inside the more I fuck it."

"I—" A wave of pleasure comes rushing, and as I climax, Flynn barely has the time to cover my mouth before I close my eyes and a moan escapes me. My entire body goes limp as I get down from the high of what just happened, but Flynn keeps me up, making sure I'm okay. I hold on to the barricade and try to regain a decent breathing as we continue to watch the band play—as if he didn't just rock my world two minutes ago.

The show is incredible, and I feel like this state of serenity can't be topped by anything else right now. I am watching my favorite band play, and the man holding on to me is worshipping every part of my being. I didn't think feeling all this was possible. It's not just lust or horniness or wanting affection. It's everything. I feel like I'm his whole world, and he's a satellite that has no choice but to gravitate around me to stay alive.

"Having a good time?" Flynn asks as he wraps his arms around me.

"The best night of my life."

He chuckles before leaving a kiss on my temple. "Well, I hope it will be just as good when I'm done fucking you later."

I look up at him, and I bring his face down to mine. I crush my lips on his, and I turn my body toward him, not caring about anything else anymore. Concert? Done.

People around us? Gone.

My father's disappointment? Forgotten.

This, right here, is all I can think about. It's only Flynn and me, and nothing else around us. I can't explain how, but in such a small amount of time, this man has seen me for who and what I am, and he's still here, wanting to spend time with me. "How about we turn that later into now? They're basically done playing anyway."

I feel his lips lifting into a smile as he continues to kiss me. "Your place or mine?"

I haven't been to his apartment yet, and I feel like him offering it as an option is a way of letting me in. "Yours."

He grabs my hand, and with that, we make our way out of the venue so quickly I don't even realize we already are in the car, leaving the parking lot.

"Someone is in a rush," I jokingly say.

"I don't want you to consider every possible reason why you shouldn't be doing this."

"I'm not going to change my mind, Flynn."

"Good."