Chapter 3

Three

A choked sound leaves my throat as Ed stumbles into the room like someone shoved him.

He loosens the knot of his blue tie and says, “Good afternoon, Ms. MacMahon,” his voice wobbling on my name.

Ed is a short man with thinning brown hair and black-framed glasses that are threatening to establish dominance over his face.

“Afternoon,” I answer, my voice so high-pitched, I’m surprised the windows don’t shatter.

Bran’s fingers dig into my hips as he buries himself a little deeper inside of me.

“Mr. Duval,” Ed says, barely looking at Bran, barely registering that I’m literally sitting on Bran’s lap despite the fact there are three other chairs at the table.

“Good afternoon, Edward,” Bran says. “How’s Janet?”

Ed’s face turns red as he pulls out a chair and tumbles into it. “She’s fine. Just fine, thank you.”

I don’t know Ed well, but he’s now joining me in the same room where I’m being fucked by a vampire.

My face burns with shame and the shame makes my inner walls clench. It’s dirty and it’s wrong and for some reason, it’s making me so much wetter.

“I’ll try to be brief,” Ed says as he shuffles some papers in his hands. “For a Pledge register, it’s mostly just perfunctory. Dot the T’s, cross the I’s.” He shakes his head. “I mean…not…cross the T?—”

“We knew what you meant, Ed,” Bran says as he sits forward a little, jostling me just enough that his shaft drags in and out an inch.

A strangled little cry threatens to spill out so I clamp my teeth over my bottom lip.

“You probably know this,” Ed says, “but I’m required to inform you that you are free to choose whichever house you’d like to be bound to, though it is within a House’s right to deny you. You, too, are free to deny a bid and forgo being bound to a House altogether.” He turns a piece of paper around and slides it across the table to me. “If you understand this, please mark this box and sign here.”

I carefully, slowly, reach forward for the pen, but Bran is quicker.

“Here, let me,” he says, but he flicks the pen across the table and says, “Apologies. Sometimes my vampire speed gets the better of me. Can you grab that, Jessie?”

“Of course,” I say through gritted teeth.

Ed’s attention is solely on the paperwork as he shuffles and reshuffles like he lost something.

I lean forward but have to stand a little to reach the pen and Bran’s cock slides out of me, inch by inch.

Sweat beads on my temple.

This is so fucking dirty.

I snatch the pen and Bran pulls me back down, seating himself fully inside of me. My clit buzzes, not from the friction or the pressure, but the illicit thrill of fucking Bran out in the open, in public, in front of someone.

The head of his cock throbs at my center as he brings his mouth to the shell of my ear and whispers, “Good girl.”

I choke on a breath, flushing all over. Bran rocks his hips again, punishing me. I’ve never felt so full of him. I’ve never felt every little twitch and swell of his cock as acutely as I do now.

Ed frowns at the papers. “Looks like I forgot something.”

“Maybe you should go get it,” I suggest a little too quickly.

Bran chuckles. I reach down between us and grab his balls and he groans. I’m soaking wet and my juices are slick across him.

I’m losing all sense of decency. I’m about to fuck him with Ed in the room or not in the room. It doesn’t really matter.

“It’ll just take a second,” Ed says.

“Take your time,” I say.

Ed shoves the chair back and the legs groan on the hardwood floor. “Be right back.”

“Close the door behind you,” Bran tells him.

“Right. Of course.”

The door clicks shut.

Bran is suddenly moving.

He lifts me off him and lays me back on the table and bunches my skirt around my waist, baring me to him. He teases my clit with the flick of his tongue. I cry out and he clamps his hand over my mouth, snuffing out the sound of my pleasure.

“Be quiet, little mouse,” he warns and laps me up.

I moan around his hand, wrapping my fingers around his wrist, holding on for dear life. He’s quick with my clit, bringing me so close I’m squirming on the table.

“Not yet, Mouse. I want to feel you on my dick while you come.”

I pull his hand away. “Then you better fuck me now.”

He lifts me up again and sits me on his lap facing him. I’m needy for his cock, quick to line myself up, my knees on the seat of the chair.

“Fuck. This is… fuck .”

He pushes inside of me and his eyes brighten, his mouth coated in my pleasure.

“Bounce on my cock,” he orders me, so I do, finding a quick rhythm as his hands slip up my thighs, shoving the skirt of my dress aside.

He watches our joining and a new thrill pounds through me.

“Faster, Mouse.”

I increase my speed, his grip going to my ass, spreading me wide for him.

“You have about eight seconds to make me come,” he tells me, his eyes bright gold in the fading afternoon light. “You think you can?”

I try to catch my breath. “Yes.”

“Seven seconds.”

I brace myself on the arms of the chair, bouncing faster as he grows harder.

“Six.”

My heart is racing in my head, pounding in my chest as my own pleasure stalks through me.

He feels so good. All of it. Every part of him.

“Five.” He grits his teeth, bucks his hips. We’re pounding together so loudly now, they have to hear it in the office. And the illicit, shameful rush of it has me racing toward my own orgasm.

I’m so frantic for release. Bran’s rock hard.

“Four,” he says.

“Fill me up, Bran. Please .”

I meet his gaze as his jaw flexes, his fangs sharpening.

He stills me against him with a death grip and then?—

He growls loudly, spills inside of me, and I reach between us, rubbing my clit with a swirl of two fingers. It’s all I need. I hang my head back, moaning at the ceiling as the release sparks through me like a firecracker, hot and fast.

Bran brings a hand up to my throat, fingers circling my neck, driving me back down on him so he can spill the last of his load.

We collapse against one another, panting.

“How many seconds left?” I say, tired and so lost to the ecstasy, I don’t really care.

Bran laughs against my neck.

“What?”

“They heard us.”

I curl into him, a little delirious. “I should be embarrassed, shouldn’t I?”

“I’m not. I’d fuck you in the town square so everyone could watch and know you were mine.”

I lean back so I can look him in the face. “That will never happen.”

“As you wish, Mouse.” He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. “How about we go out there and hurry this along? Then I’ll take you out for a grilled cheese and French fries as a celebratory lunch.”

“For fucking you?”

“For filing your paperwork. But if the dirty girl wants to celebrate my cock, I’ll let her.”

I laugh and lift myself off of him. I spot a box of tissue on a cabinet, but before I can grab one, Bran is in front of me. “You know better, Mouse,” he says, a devilish look in his eye.

His hand slips beneath my skirt and he walks me back, pressing me against the wall. “You know better than to clean my cum from your pussy.” He dips his thumb inside of me, then brings it up and rubs it across my bottom lip. My tongue flicks out to meet him so I can taste him, taste me.

Then he kisses me, slow and gentle.

When he pulls back, he’s smiling.

“What is it?” I ask.

“They’re flipping coins now.”

I laugh and thread my hand with his. “Come on. Let’s put them out of their misery.”

We leave the room together, his cum dripping down my thighs.