Epilogue
Halloween, 2025
“That was some party, wasn’t it?” I sink into her, unable to hold back anymore. I’ve been good all night, even though she was dressed to seduce, wearing some black leather number that made her look like sex on legs. Sex in thigh-high hooker boots, to be more accurate.
I have the best wife in the world. She supports my work. I went as one of the filthy bad boy billionaires from the books I narrate, and she went as the sexy bodyguard I’m in love with.
All night, I had to watch her move like greased sin, and the second we got back to the little basement flat we live in (mine), I peeled her out of those clothes.
Now, she’s bucking under me, red seams on her skin needing to be kissed as I make love to her and thank her for wearing that gorgeous-too-tight outfit.
“My feet hurt—but this is the first Halloween I’ve ever enjoyed in my entire life.”
“Is it really?”
“Well, last year’s was wonderful, but I remember we made it home, told everyone we had survived and they were safe—and then I think we slept until noon on November First.”
“Second,” I correct. “I’m glad you got to enjoy this one.”
Em nods her head, eyes glowing with joy. “It was so nice! I thought... Well, I don’t know what I thought would happen at a Halloween party filled with supernatural folks, but it was a blast! And so stress-free.”
She’s still not used to life in Pine Ridge. The stress is usually handled as a team. For my sweet, sad little lovebird who was always alone, it’s a welcome change that I intend to make sure she keeps enjoying.
As soon as my altruistic brain returns. Right now, all I can think about is the way her velvety insides gushed around me, her wetness telling me she’d been wanting me for hours, just as much as I wanted her.
After we groan as one, Emmy pants, “I felt bad, though.”
“I’ll burn the damn boots.”
“Not the shoes! No, those eclairs? The candy bags? The cupcakes, and the charcuterie board, and that brisket slider? I had so many treats, and you didn’t— Oh.”
I look at my wife, eyes slowly filling with a reddish hue that used to make her look at me in disgust, that would make the palm of her staking hand itchy. “I want the treat I’ve been asking for all year, Emily.”
“You never...”
“I asked on our wedding night. Every night. I just don’t use words, but you have to know how much I want my own personal ambrosia. Nothing Hades and Persephone sip on their anniversary will taste as beautiful as you do to me.”
“That’s sweet, honey. But... N-no.” Emily’s tight, wet heat parts around me, and we both shudder. My room-temperature cock feels cold to her, and she scalds me with her hot silky channel.
The way we both moan tells me that we love it.
“No?” I roll onto my back and let her take the lead. Sometimes, when I push the envelope, she likes to push mine right back.
She rides me, in full control, still some lizard-brain instinct telling her that the vampire can’t be in control of her, can’t pin her down and open up her soft, vulnerable little body.
Except that’s just what we’ve been doing. I’ve overcome every hurdle of resistance, taken every drop of her, and made sure I was so careful with it.
That sweet little virgin pussy that left red kisses on my cock. I licked her clean, and she squirmed, repulsed and in love at the same time.
The aching, cramping nights where I licked her pretty petals until she came on my face, blushing almost as red as the juice staining my fingers. At least she found relief.
“No?” I echo, smiling.
She won’t let me bite.
If I bite, then something bad happens. That’s what some deep-down-broken part believes. That’s what she’s been taught since birth. With almost any other vampire, she’d be correct.
It’s the ultimate surrender. The ultimate trust.
Maybe I’m not worthy.
She pounds down on my cock, huntress muscles like steel, her thighs like pistons. She could outlast me, my lithe, hard beauty, while I’ve become pampered and soft, a creature that doesn’t hunt, doesn’t bite.
Except tonight.
My fingers creep up her back and massage where she carries decades of tension—and she’s not even thirty. Some of it was passed down to her. I hold her thighs down on top of mine while she takes me to the hilt, our moans fighting for the bottom octave.
Fingers move to the front, finding the thick pink nipples. Her breasts are so perfect, and yet she dislikes them. She dislikes her round bottom and naturally large, soft breasts. Her workouts have made both of these lush bits perfectly perky paradises where taut muscles pull them to glorious heights.
But she doesn’t like them, never has, because no matter how hard she ran or how little she ate, she couldn’t make the natural curves of her body disappear. Her father hated them, called them flaws and liabilities, parts that stuck out and prevented her from being as thin as an arrow.
Right now, I pinch both nipples harder than most humans would like. Emily’s pussy floods my cock, adding a slick layer of juice that washes over my pale, tight sack, already thick and full for her.
I sit up, vampiric spine supple, flexible, not quite human. “You like the pinch,” I tell her while I kiss her sternum, working my way to her heartbeat.
“Uh-huh.” She can’t deny it while I’m fucking her. Her body is far too truthful.
“Let me bite this pretty little flower, pet. Suck the nipple into my mouth and nurse on you.”
“God...”
She wants to. I feel her clamping. Coming. Her hips grind and roll.
I drop one hand between us to furiously rub her clit and see her over the edge.
When she’s soft and ragdoll limp, I press her again, slipping into fangs and ruby-red eyes. “Look at me.”
She gasps when she sees my vampire face, something harder and sleeker in the lines of my jaw, something more primal in the red glow of my eyes.
“Tell me you love me. You love me , not the vampires of the world, just the one vampire who wants to make you his world,” I challenge.
“I love you, Simeon,” she answers easily as she clings to me.
I kiss her throat, her neck, her mouth, holding her head to mine as I rake my fangs over her sweet lips. “I want you to say yes. I want you to let go of whatever fears you have.”
Her resistance is a game between us. If there were fear instead of longing in her voice, I’d never ask again. But there’s no fear anymore—just self-loathing. If she lets me drink, she’s lost the battle.
Am I bad for wanting my former enemy and current love to lose? Aren’t I supposed to protect my wife?
But she’s a vampire’s bride. There are rumors about those, you know.
I suppose I’m not entirely reformed in this matter.
“I think you want to feel my cock deep inside of you, up high, fucking you in the place that makes you whimper,” I whisper.
“Simeon, yes...” She rocks back, and I know we could fall to the floor and she would let me ravage her body, pound it into the carpet, and her cum would coat my cock until it dripped from her like a running tap.
I hold her by the waist, one hand on her ass, fingers digging in tight. “You want me to twist and pull those perfect nipples. Squeeze the breasts that you don’t appreciate. They are masterpieces.” I palm them hard, but not too hard.
“Why—”
I play my nastiest card, one that makes her gasp and look away, but she doesn’t deny it. “You’d like me to fuck your other hole, wouldn’t you, love? Teach you about pain and pleasure, pinning you face down and bending you over. Maybe one night soon, Huntress.”
“I... I never said that.” Her cheeks are almost as red as the blood under their surface.
“Your body never lies to me. You’re scared that if I bite you, you’ll find out I was telling you the truth—that it feels good. Like your entire body is full of pleasurable nerve endings, and I’ll be sucking all of them at once. If I do it while I’m inside of you, it’s going to feel so good. A high like you’ve never had. One you’re afraid to have.”
There’s silence. Just rocking. Pounding.
Her voice is a gasp in the otherwise silent room. “I love you.”
“I love you.” I suck her breast into my mouth with my head bowed low while my eyes look up. Fangs pinch against, but not in.
Her breath hitches, and her hand slides between her thighs. I can smell the excitement. Anticipation.
“Let me,” I gasp against her.
She doesn’t say no.
I press my teeth together harder, skin slicing between them. “Let me.” A growl. A grumbled beg with my mouth full.
“Ow, oh. Oh, God,” she prays as her body tightens on me, shaking with nerves and want.
When we do this, there’s no going back. She’ll be mine. I’ll be hers.
Does she know that?
I tell her. “Your blood is better than any wedding band, pet. Once I taste you, I will always be yours.”
She’ll always be mine, too.
Her spine goes limp, and I bite down and suck. Her pussy ripples as she goes boneless over my arm, letting me suck as she comes, milking me.
Her blood is sweet and rich, like tropical fruits and port. Cloying. Can’t take too much, but every drop is pure power.
A high.
My cum jerks out in lukewarm splashes as blood drips down her breast.
I don’t expect her to sit up, staring at me with a new kind of proud possession. Her hand finds my throat and holds tight. There’s a soft smirk. The cocky huntress is back, having trapped her quarry in the most delectable way. “Mine?”
I would gladly slip on a collar and let her lead me around. I’d look good with a little leather at the neckline. “God, yes. Yours.” I lick my lips and look at her with besotted eyes.
She slowly stands, our fluids sliding free, making her thighs glisten. For a second, the commanding gaze slips.
I nod and pull her close. “I’m your Simeon. Your Crow, and you’re safe under my wing, my pretty bird of prey.”
“Mmm.” She smiles and hums, an edge of longing in her voice—but less than there was before. “Say you love me?”
“I love you more than my own unlife.”
“And what we did was really okay?” her voice drops, suddenly shy.
“Beyond okay. You’ll never lose me now, love.”
“I like that.”
“I’m glad.” I scoop her up suddenly. “Back to bed.”
“But we just—”
“I have cleaning up to do.” I lick my lips.
“N-no.” Emmy’s eyes widen, and her thighs jump shut.
I had meant the trail of blood on her breast, but her skittish behavior gives me a new and even more lascivious idea. I swirl with her, placing her on the edge of the bed we just ruined, my knee sliding between her thighs to hold them open. “Emily.”
“Simeon... No! No, we just...”
This time, I don’t wait for her to say yes. I kneel down with vampiric speed, pulling her knees up to my shoulders and turning pleading eyes to her as I rest my chin on her messy curls.
“I’ll make you come again,” I promise.
In minutes, she’s screaming yes.
I’m smiling.
Finally fed. Body and soul. Both of us.
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