Chapter 9

Nine

I think the most sublime part about being a vampire’s girlfriend is that Bran has been around for centuries and knows all of the devious ways to make me feel vile and wicked.

And oh how vile and wicked I feel being bent over a desk with the plug inside of me and Bran in my ass.

I gasp out as he pushes in and accidentally let go of the desk as the sensation takes me by surprise.

“Mouse,” he warns, “what’d I tell you? Hands on the desk.”

Goosebumps roll up my arms as I resume my position like a dutiful little mouse.

“Good girl,” he says and then shoves back into me.

It hurts at first as my body automatically tenses up, but then when I take a deep breath and settle into the sensation, I realize being filled up, really filled up, is fucking nirvana.

And when Bran is fully inside of me, it forces the plug forward so that it buzzes against my clit.

I don’t even have to touch myself and I’m already this close .

I’m throbbing and so fucking wet and Bran’s hands on my hips sends a flare through my belly.

Every time he slides into me, fingers bruising my flesh, it feels like him claiming me all over again.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

Fuck, I’m so close.

My clit rubs against the edge of the desk as Bran slows his tempo, savoring the feel of me wrapped around him.

“My little mouse,” he says, sliding a hand up to the back of my neck, to the back of my head, pressing my face against the desk. “Taking your punishment like a good girl.”

I pant out as the plug buzzing in my pussy meets the buzzing in my clit.

“Oh god,” I say, knuckles white as I hold onto the desk.

“Your ass is so fucking tight, Mouse.” He leans into me and curls his hand in my hair, pulling on it, forcing my back to arch, my ass to push into him and he claims me harder, faster, the desk sliding over the hardwood floor with each thrust.

The pressure builds in my clit as the plug buzzes against my inner walls.

“I want you to come while I fill up your ass,” Bran orders.

I exhale in a rush, words failing me.

“Mouse,” Bran says sharply.

“Okay.”

He thrusts forward. The desk groans, the legs scraping forward another inch. I keep holding on.

The wave builds. Butterflies fill my stomach and sink to my clit.

Bran pounds into me, forcing the vibrating plug to rub against the front of my inner wall.

The sensation lights me up and suddenly I’m hot all over and moaning loudly against the desk.

Bran picks up his tempo.

The orgasm rushes through me, blinking through every muscle and nerve.

I clench up. Suck in a breath.

The wave rushes out.

The air gets stuck in my throat and then Bran buries himself deep and lets out a guttural groan and the plug rocks against me and a second orgasm comes out of nowhere, pulsing through me.

It’s like my body is exploding with pleasure, like my nerves have turned to firecrackers, the blood in my veins to honey.

I can’t contain it.

Can’t control it.

I hold onto the desk with everything I have as my legs tremble and the wave turns into a tidal wave and I scream out.

“Oh fuck! Oh my god! Bran!”

He wraps his hand around my throat, yanks me back, pulls down the front of my dress and sinks his fangs into the curve of my neck.

Sparks light up behind my eyes. Instinctively I try to pull away, but Bran tightens his grip and pushes his cock in further, spilling more cum as he sucks the blood from my neck.

My body turns into a kaleidoscope. Full of color and wonder and spark.

Bran pulls us upright and his hand sinks between my legs, holding me as if he can feel the pleasure just by touching my clit.

I jolt, still overly sensitive. He pulls more blood from my veins.

The room spins.

Bran rides me as the pleasure ebbs out, his other hand still firmly wrapped around my throat.

He pulls his fangs out first but leaves his cock in my ass.

“You took your punishment well, Mouse,” he says, his voice ragged, his breath hot on my bare shoulder.

Several beads of blood well in the puncture wounds and he dips down, lapping them up with a soft swipe of his tongue.

I shiver. “That was amazing. I’ve never come twice before. I didn’t think that was possible.”

“When I’m done with you, Mouse, you’ll be coming a dozen times.” He pulls out and steps back and I immediately lose my footing, I’m shaking so badly.

Bran scoops me up before I hit the floor and cradles me in his arms. “Jessie?” There’s blood on his lips, fire in his eyes.

“I’m okay. Set me down.”

“I will not.” He carries me over to a leather chair and sits with me, cradling me in his arms. He shuts off the plug. “Open your legs.”

I pry my knees apart, thighs quivering, body still jolting through the aftershocks, as he reaches down, and gently takes the plug out. It glistens in the golden light. Bran drags his tongue over the petals.

“Fuck, Mouse,” he says, his eyes burning again. “You taste so fucking good.”

Another tingle rocks through me making my toes curl. Bran sets the plug aside and tucks me closer.

“I’m going to put you to bed,” he says, his mouth at my temple. “Clearly that was too much for you.”

I laugh against him and snuggle into his chest. “No, it wasn’t. It was just enough.”

“Did you learn your lesson?”

I tip my head back to look up at him. He’s mopped up the blood, but his lips are still stained red. “If you’re asking if I’ve learned my lesson not to provoke you, the answer is absolutely not. That was incredible.”

“Mouse.” His voice is edged in warning.

“I made my life choices. I’m not going to regret them.”

He sighs and runs his fingers through my hair. “You will be my undoing.”

“I’m just getting closer to your gooey center.”

“Never say that again.”

“I know the truth.”

“ Mouse .”

I smile against his chest, close my eyes and drink in the scent of him, knowing damn well that whatever version of Bran I get, it’s not the same as what other people get.

He may fuck me into oblivion, but being snuggled in his arms, surrounded by the strength and solidity of his grip, is enough to tell me I get the very best version.

We stay there for several minutes before Bran rouses me.

“Let me take you to bed.”

“Fine.” I am sleepy. And my legs are still a little wobbly.

When I get to my feet, I can feel cum leaking out of me, but of course I don’t clean up. I know better.

Bran threads his fingers with mine and pulls me into the hallway.

And we run right into Sky.

Almost like she was waiting for us.

“Well,” she says, eyebrow arching as she takes in the sight of me a little disheveled, “I think the entire house might have heard that.”

My face pinks.

“Didn’t know you had it in you, Jessie,” she adds.

Bran goes rigid, drops my hand, and closes the gap between him and Sky. She backpedals and slams into the opposite wall, but there’s laughter in her voice.

“It must just kill you,” he says down to her.

She curls her mouth. “What’s that?”

“The fact that you had me for a century, but never had my love. It took Jessie barely any time at all.”

Holyyyyy shitttt.

He did not just say that!

I clamp my hand over my mouth to hide the smile that involuntarily spreads across my face.

I don’t want to gloat, but… holy shit.

What was it Bran said to me earlier?

Before the little mouse decided to play games, she should have asked herself if she knew how to win.

Bran loves me and he’s not afraid to tell everyone he does and somehow that feels like winning.

Sky glares up at Bran. “You’ll break her eventually,” she says. “Like you break everything you love.”

Bran’s shoulders rock back and the air grows charged.

I don’t have to be a mind reader to sense his thoughts have gone dark.

I don’t know if it’s bravery or stupidity, but I step between them. “What do you want, Sky?”

She crosses her arms over her chest. “Damien wants you,” she tells Bran.

“For what?”

“The Alpha of the Midnight Pack just showed up on our doorstep asking to see you and Damien.”

I glance at Bran over my shoulder. “Were we expecting Cal?”

I know Bran much better than I did a month ago and the look on his face is the look of a secret.

“Bran,” I say again. There should be no secrets between us. He promised me.

“We weren’t expecting Cal. Not exactly,” he admits.

“What does that mean?”

“He knows something about your Pledge tomorrow. Something about Julian.”

Sky pushes away from us and starts down the hall. “Apparently, the Alpha has a psychic on his payroll and the psychic had a vision,” she says as she walks away. “It’s smart, really, if you can find a legit psychic. Most are charlatans.”

“Did he say what the vision was?” I ask.

“Just that Kelly is going to die.”