13. Barnaby

Chapter thirteen

Barnaby

I gently lay Maisie on the bed, all my blood boiling for what’s to come.

She wants me to drink from her. That is the only thought in my mind—well, except what she’ll feel like when I’m finally inside her.

But I have much I want to do before then. I haven’t been on this earth for more than two hundred years to hurry such an encounter, especially when there is a good chance she may not want to repeat it. Once she experiences the truth of being with a vampire... I have my doubts Maisie will return to my home.

When she’s prone in front of me, I reach down and unbutton my vest, watching as her chest heaves with each of her excited breaths. Her hazel eyes are alight, and her hands curl in the hem of her blouse. Once I’ve removed my vest, I take off my collared shirt and tie, setting them both over the back of a chair by the desk. This is one of the many “guest” rooms in the manse, which have never been used. Until now.

Maisie’s little pink mouth falls open as I turn back to face her, now shirtless, and she swallows thickly.

“Wow. You’re really fucking hot.”

The words take me by surprise. She sits up as she yanks her top up over her head and throws it off to the side, onto the floor. I’m tempted to pick it up and fold it, but I’m too distracted.

Under that baggy blouse is a slender body, with pert, pale breasts covered in freckles, bound up by a white brassiere. Her eyes connect with mine as she reaches behind her back and unhooks it, then drags it down her arm and tosses it on the floor along with her other clothing.

My breath sticks in my throat at the sight of her. I kneel at the side of the bed, a supplicant, and rest my hands on her hips. Then I trace up her sides to her ribcage, but hover before reaching any farther.

“Touch me,” Maisie commands.

Like a puppet on strings, I do what she asks, sliding the pads of my fingers to the swell of her breasts. She inhales sharply as I cup them in my hands, then rove upward to cover her twin nipples. They’re hard and pebbled in the cool air, and I wish I had turned up the heat before bringing Maisie here.

Perhaps next time I will make love to her beside the fire.

She moans prettily under me as I run my thumbs over those small peaks, trying to remember how this is done. It’s been so long since I seduced anyone that I’m not sure I can do it now. And yet my body is leading me anyway as I pinch her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and roll them about, dragging a rough gasp from Maisie’s lips. While I play with her, her hands drop to the button of her baggy corduroys, which she unfastens and shimmies down her hips. When they reach her knees, I help to push them down and drag them off her feet. She kicks them away.

She is eager. She thinks I’m hot .

This time when I turn my attentions on her breasts, I do so with my mouth, rising onto the bed and pressing a knee onto the flower-patterned comforter. Seizing her nipple with my lips, I squeeze it until she’s shuddering under me, then I move to the other side. I like how her breasts are ever so slightly different, one larger than the other. It’s unique and charming.

“Barnaby,” Maisie murmurs, petting my hair as I tongue her, then nibble with my teeth. Her back arches, so I hook one arm behind it, pulling her against me as I feast. “Ah! That’s so good.”

I like that she tells me what she enjoys, and it means I’m succeeding at pleasing her. An instinctual memory surfaces of other encounters I’ve had, reminding me what would please her even more.

With my other hand, I slip my fingers between her thighs, where her panties cling to her body. Immediately, she parts her legs, welcoming me in. I find a powerful heat waiting inside, and the fabric here is moist.

It sends a shiver straight from my neck to my cock .

She’s already getting wet for me. And she’s so wonderfully, blisteringly hot that my blood starts to thrum faster in my own veins. I can almost see how her own warm blood travels around her body, how more and more of it pools at the crux of her legs as I nurture her pleasure.

I have to have her there. But first, I brush my finger along the gusset of her underwear, pressing as I do to soak up even more of her juices.

“Mmm,” Maisie hums as I continue lapping at her nipples and stroking her, moving my hand up and down over the tiny bump I feel underneath the fabric. Her hips jerk at each pass, and her hands cling to my shoulders.

When I finally pull away from her lovely breasts, Maisie seizes my mouth in a kiss. It’s shockingly bold, but very welcome. I endeavor to be careful around her lips with my fangs, but it’s a challenge with how prominent they’ve grown. Her tongue meets mine in the middle, and I can feel her desire rolling off her in the way our mouths fit together. I continue stroking between her thighs, faster and faster, and her kisses grow more urgent as she rocks her hips against my hand.

When I withdraw from our kiss, her lips are plumper and pinker than before. Some of her cute curls have fallen in front of her eyes, making her look tousled.

“Now yours,” Maisie says, hooking her finger in the waistband of my slacks. I stand up straight as she takes my belt first, slinging it away carelessly, then unbuttons my pants and draws the zipper down. I help her slide them off, taking my underwear with them .

Her eyes go wide. “Oh, wow .”

I glance down at my cock, which gently curves toward her, wondering what’s surprised her. I think about covering it from her gaping expression, but before I can move, her hands land on my bare flesh.

I reel from the sensation.

“What is it?” I ask with a gasp.

“You’re, um, very big.” Her tone is awestruck as her fingers circle my shaft. “Is that a benefit of being a vampire?”

I can only stare at her. “No, I was this way before.”

Maisie shakes her head, disbelieving. “Incredible.” As she strokes one hand up toward the head, I let out a gasp. “Maybe he was born that way, maybe it’s Maybelline.”

I don’t know what this means, but it stops mattering as she lowers her head and, like a baby fawn by the side of a creek, darts out her tongue to lick me.

This was the very last thing I expected her to do, and it stuns me speechless as she drags her mouth around the head of my cock. I nearly buckle forward at the onslaught. Her hands both stay rooted to the shaft, squeezing and stroking as she explores. Maisie is so bold with her touch that I’m awed and blessed and utterly helpless.

Then she takes me deeper into her mouth, and a powerful surge of pleasure blows through me, straight into my bollocks. They seize, and I almost grab her hair in my hand in surprise. Instead, I pet it gently while she sinks even more of me in between her lips.

It’s been so long since I had intercourse that I might just fire off. I need to buy myself some time .

“Maisie,” I say gently, touching her shoulder. She looks up at me, and I almost explode just at the sight of pink lips spread around my cock, her small hands fisting the root. “Get up on the bed and lie back.”

Her brow furrows, and she releases me with a pop!

“Do you not like it?” she asks.

I shake my head rapidly. “No, I like it very much. Too much. So, I need you to let go and lie back on the bed, like I told you.”

Her eyes widen, and then a small smile pulls up the side of her mouth.

“Ooh, I like it when you do that,” she says, though I’m not sure what that is. Obediently she lies down, spreading her legs for me. I love what a vibrant, sexual creature she is. It’s not what I expected underneath all those heavy clothes of hers.

“What should I do now?” She plucks her nipples for me and wiggles her hips.

A smile pulls at my mouth. “Take off your undergarments,” I instruct.

Maisie giggles. “ Undergarments. ” She slides the strip of fabric down and tosses it away, too. At last, she’s completely bared to me, and I’m ready to eat her.

Her hair is darker below her waistline, curlier and denser and more of a reddish-brown. I kneel on the bed between her legs and study my bounty, licking my lips at the sight of how pink she is, how the lips of her small cunt have already swollen up. I like that she finds me attractive, so much that she’s needy and wet.

Retaking her nipples, I attend to each of them before working my way southward, exploring her smooth belly to the thatch of hair beneath it. Maisie inhales sharply as I breathe her in. My fangs are as long as they can get, so ready to strike her, to drink from that thick artery running up the inside of her thigh.

Instead, I find her clit with my forefinger and gently brush over it. The response I get is a good one, so I touch it again, and again, then explore downward to ease my way. There she’s soft and soaking, sweet fluid gathered all around her small slit.

I suck in a deep breath and then lick her. She lets out a moan and her hips jerk, so I do it again, just flitting the tip of my tongue over her clit. It’s easy to work her up with these small teases, and I relish how sensitive and giving she is under my hands. If my cock is as she says, I’ll need to warm her up. In the coven, we had sex rough and hard—almost like a torture we inflicted upon each other.

No, I want to be gentle with Maisie and her soft, yielding body until her blood is pumping fast.

I deepen my licking, twirling her sweet pearl around with my tongue until she’s gasping and snapping her hips against my face. That’s when I slide a finger inside her.

“Oh!” Maisie rewards me by getting even wetter around me. “Fuck, that’s good!”

I love that she has no problem voicing her pleasure. It makes it satisfying to tuck that finger deeper inside her, exploring her, sampling the soft texture of her channel. Once I have a feel for her, I pump it slowly, taking my time to spread her open. Her body seizes under me, shaking and twitching as she gets closer.

But I want more. I fit another finger into her, and that small slit willingly gives, allowing me in. Maisie arches her back.

“Barnaby!”

My name sounds incredible in her sweet voice. I dive deeper into her as I devour her bud. My blood is flowing hotter now, my need almost overwhelming. My own hips grind against the bed as I sink into her, lavishing her with my tongue’s attention, flicking back and forth as she writhes and cries out my name.

Maisie smells so, so wonderful. The most perfect flower, the most delicious meal—she is all of it. As her voice ratchets higher, and she tenses more and more around me, the need becomes nearly catastrophic.

Then her channel clamps down tight around me, and her voice comes out as a scream. I can’t help it any longer. While I pump my fingers frantically inside her to urge on her finish, I turn my head, open my mouth, and sink my fangs into her thigh.