Episode Ninety

CLEAN IT UP, MOUSE

Bran drives the Bimmer back to Duval House, blood still splattered across his face. I don't want to look at him and have dirty thoughts about him being bloody and savage, but I do. Bran unhinged is sexy as hell and I've come to miss that side of him. I think he's pulled back a lot lately, trying to let me stand on my own, let me take the spotlight.

And as much as I want my independence and autonomy, I also want Bran in all his bossy, bloody glory. Basically I want my cake and to eat it too.

It takes Bran no time at all to reach the house and after parking beneath the porte-cochere,he hands the Bimmer's keys over to the attendant at the side entrance. With sunrise fast approaching, I expect his energy to be waning, but I have to jog to keep up with him. He doesn't take me to the Anneliese. Instead, we head further into the mansion to a bedroom I've yet to visit.

It's dark and elegant like Bran, but with a bit more frill to it with a gilded, tufted headboard and velvet upholstered furniture the color of dark moss.

Bran flicks on a light switch, but the giant crystal chandelier hanging from a hand carved medallion in the center of the ceiling stays dark, while several lamps and crystal sconces light up around the room keeping it cozy and semi-dark.

There's a large, flat screen TV hanging on the wall directly across from the bed and on the opposite wall, with two wingback chairs in front of it, is a giant fireplace, the mantle and surround carved from marble.

"Is this your room?" I ask him.

"It's a room," he tells me and strips off his t-shirt. "This is still the safest place for you, but the Anneliese will do nothing to keep a fae out. It's best to stay in an unassigned room in the bowels of Duval House."

I crane my neck at the high ceilings, the delicate crown molding. "I wouldn't necessarily call this the bowels."

The zipper on his jeans comes down and he tears them off quickly, tossing them into a nearby bin.

Now he's standing in the soft golden light in nothing but black boxer briefs with blood dried and flaking on his pale skin and a hungry glow to his eyes.

I can make out every hard-edge of muscle, every tendon, bone, and vein swelling beneath his skin. He looks like he's lost weight—not much, but enough to notice.

"Have you been eating?" I ask him. "Drinking," I correct.

Nothing about his expression changes, but I still sense his gnawing hunger. It's the way he holds himself rigid, as if he's afraid that one sudden movement might result in violence.

I'm not worried about him losing control around me but I am worried about him being satiated.

I reach up and pull a length of my hair aside, exposing my neck to him.

Just the thought of him biting me has my heart jumping in my chest.

I see the moment he decides to take my offering.

His irises flare amber and he zeros in on the echoing pulse point in my neck.

One second he's standing still across the room, and the next he's a blur as he crosses it, grabbing me roughly, and driving me back against the wall. He sinks his teeth into my neck with all the delicacy of a hammer and a startled cry comes out of my throat.

But Bran doesn't stop.

Fangs sunk into my flesh, he draws on me. There is heat and pain, but pleasure too and my body is confused by which to give in to. Instinctively I try to draw away from him, but his grip is rough and firm at the back of my neck, keeping me against him as he pulls on my blood. And his command of me has a buzzing pleasure slithering down my belly, down between my legs.

Bran takes another long drink of my blood, groaning against me as his hard cock grinds into my thigh.

He pulls back just long enough to tell me, "You make me lose my fucking mind, Mouse." He drags his tongue over the puncture wound and a shiver races down my spine as the soft golden light catches the dark wetness before his eyes slip closed and he swallows it back.

"You have to drink," I tell him. "You can't hold off like that."

He smiles at me, eyes burning orange in the dim lighting. "Don't tell me what to do, little mouse." His grin turns dangerous. "That's my job." His hand comes to my shoulder and drives me down to my knees in front of him.

My clit buzzes with excitement. Sometimes, with Bran, the way he controls me and teases me with his words is more potent than any touch.

He's straining against his underwear as he takes a fistful of my hair and wrenches my head back. With his other hand, he drags his thumb over my bottom lip, parting my mouth for him.

"Be a good girl for me, Mouse," he says.

He doesn't give me further instruction, but I know what he means.

I grope him first, provoking him, and a growl rumbles in his chest.

Wrapping my hair around his knuckles, he pulls hard, angling me up to him. "Don't tease me, Mouse. Not tonight. Open up." He pulls down the waistband of his underwear, freeing his cock. He prods my mouth with the head and when I open for him, he plunges inside, immediately filling me up.

"Fuck," he says on a growl, pumping his hips into me. "That's what I need. I needed your tight fucking mouth wrapped around my cock, the taste of your blood on my tongue."

I suck in a breath through my nose as he holds me in place, using me for his pleasure.

I'm buzzing all over, feeling dirty and so fucking needy for him.

I'm dripping wet, burning with desire, but in no rush for him to be done with me.

I love it when he can't think of anything but me, anything but the pleasure I give him.

His pace picks up and he wraps his hand around my throat as he spills in my mouth. It's a hot spurt of cum, too much almost and I have to quickly swallow it back, tears burning in my eyes.

He pulls out, lets me take a deep breath, before saying, "Clean it up, Mouse. All of it."

Another drop of cum leaks out of him and I swipe my tongue over the slit, following his command.

Gods I want him to touch me.

I'm particularly a writhing ball of wicks needing desperately to ignite.

Lips swollen, eyes still teary from being fucked brutally in the mouth, I look up at him. "Fuck me or touch me or do whatever you want with me," I tell him. "But I need you."

In a blur of movement, he hoists me up over his shoulder and carries me to the bed, tossing me down. Using his vampire speed and strength, he has me fully naked within seconds.

"Hands on the headboard," he orders and I scurry over the thick duvet, doing as he commands.

As he lines himself up at my entrance, he reaches around, capturing my breast in his hand, teasing my nipple.

I push back against him, wanting him inside of me, and he gives me a smack across the ass for it.

"Be patient, Mouse."

I practically whimper beneath him.

He plays with my nipple, pinching it, causing me to jolt beneath him and I feel the answering swell of his cock against me.

"Please, Bran," I say on a moan.

His hand sinks between my legs, two fingers swirling around my clit. "Hear how wet you are, Mouse?"

"Yes," I breathe out.

"You want to come?"

"Yes."

"Beg me for it."

"Please Bran. Please let me come." I rock against him again and the head of his cock sinks in an inch. I push back, but he shifts his hold to my hips, keeping me firmly in place.

"You keep pushing that ass into me," he says, "and I might have to fuck it."

I don't care where he fucks me, so long as he does.

I push back again, tempting him, and then fall all the way back when he disappears in a gust of air.

He returns with a bottle of lube a second later.

"Get back up there," he tells me, so I resume my position, hands on the carved headboard. A shot of cool gel hits my ass and Bran uses the head of his cock to spread it around.

It's not that cheap department store shit — the lube is slick, but not sticky, and his cock slides over me easily, waking up all of those sensitive nerves.

Fisting himself, he pushes in slowly and the pressure is immediate as he stretches me out, filling me up.

He goes in another inch and groans. "Your ass is so tight, Mouse, you might make me come again."

I hold onto the headboard, knuckles almost white as my pussy tingles, needing his touch, needing release.

The lube helps him go in slowly, but without resistance and when he's nearly all the way inside, he starts pumping into me.

"God I love fucking your ass," he says. "So fucking tight, Mouse."

When he finds a good rhythm, his hand comes around, his fingers still slick with lube as he teases at my clit. His fingers slide over me so easily.

I'm buzzing so much that his touch feels electric and a gasp comes out of me as the wave swells up, unbidden.

"I'm not going to last long," I warn him.

"Neither will I in that ass." He fucks me faster and our fucking is loud and untamed.

"Come for me, Mouse. I want to feel your ass tighten around my cock."

He plays with my clit again and finds the most mind-blowing tempo, slow but persistent, that I come fast and hard for him.

And as my cries fill the room, he pushes his hips forward, sinking his cock deep into my backside, spurting another load inside of me.

Oh my fucking god.

My body trembles. Jolts. Shivers again as the pleasure races through my veins.

I feel like I'm floating. Like I've left this plane and am just flying through a deliciously warm ether.

Arms shaking, thighs trembling, I sink forward and Bran slips out of me, dropping onto the bed beside me.

His hand comes to rest on my ass.

"You are fucking divine," he says.

I laugh into the pillow. "I could say the same for you. I love it when you boss me around."

"I know."

I look over at him and find his eyes glowing bright orange. "I needed that," I confess.

"We need each other," he admits. "Especially in times of chaos."

"I love you," I tell him and shift over so I can snuggle into the crook of his arm.

"I love you too, Mouse."

I reach up to kiss him and unlike our fucking, our kiss is slow, gentle, soft.

It almost makes me want to cry how grateful I am for him, how lucky I feel to have him.

"I should clean up," I tell him and move to get up.

"Five more minutes." He tucks me back into his side. "Just five more minutes and then I'll clean you myself."

"Deal," I tell him and return to his side, but it doesn't take long before we're both out.