Black Sunshine: A Dark Vampire Romance

“I know exactly what my touch is doing,” he says, voice simmering, and he brings his hand further up until it meets my wetness. “My dear, how fucking drenched you are.”

I brace, and then he’s wrapping his hand around my throat, pulling me back as his fingers plunge deep inside me, the air escaping my lungs. I gasp, the sound caught in my throat as his palm presses against my pulse.

It doesn’t take long for me to come. Either I’m permanently a hair-trigger around him, or his using some sort of magic, but I’m shuddering on his fingers, rocking into his hand, my body jerking violently. I’d fall to the ground, my legs turned to jelly, but his grip around my throat and pussy keep me upright.

“Solon,” I try to cry out, but the sound is smothered by his grip, my eyes rolling back in my head as the orgasm filets me from the middle. His breath is hot and labored at my neck, and even as I’m coming, I can tell it’s taking everything in him to keep himself restrained.

Finally he releases me, pulls his hand away, but not before I hear him run his fingers under his nose, inhaling sharply.

Sweet Jesus.

“There,” he whispers behind my ear, his teeth razing against my neck. “That should placate you for now.”

The heady grip of the orgasm finally shakes loose at his words. I whirl around, a little dizzy on my feet.

“Placate me?” I repeat. The phrase makes me feel dirty.

He gives me a quick, crooked smile. “Perhaps you’re not the only beast that needs to be tamed. Come along now, we have company.”

He takes me by the elbow and leads me out of the room. Despite just getting off, it’s only made my sexual frustration double. What he did didn’t placate me—it just made me want more. The more he makes me come, the more I want to keep coming, and though his fingers are skilled, I’m even more desperate for the feel of his cock deep inside me. That connection.

But those urges and thoughts pause when we walk past the roses on the table in the hall.

They aren’t dead.

Even though Solon would have passed by them to come in my room, and even though he’s passing by them now, they’re still alive, blooming with blood.

“Well, well, well,” he says, coming to a stop and eyeing them curiously. “How about that, Lenore.”

I blink at them. “They won’t die anymore.”

He eyes me, looking impressed, then he snaps his fingers together.

The roses automatically wilt.

“That’s a dickhead move,” I grumble at him, though I’m secretly impressed by him now. A snap of his fingers was all it took. He’s not even a witch, why can’t I learn how to do something like that?

He grins at me, his teeth sharp. “I’m known for my magic fingers.”

I roll my eyes at that, even though my body burns in response, knowing all too well. We head down the rest of the stairs until we finally reach Dark Eyes.

Like before, the music is audible, there’s loud chatter, and through the doors I can smell all the vampires in there, their spicy, acidic melting pot of scents overwhelming my senses. I put my hand on his arm, halting him.

“Tell me again why you throw parties for vampires who hate you?”

“Who says they hate me?” he asks, quickly doing up his bowtie with expert precision.

“You’re a bounty hunter. You turn over your own kind to witches.”

“This is true,” he says, a slight smile on his lips, as if he finds this conversation amusing. “But I give them something in return, other than the occasional witch. I give them a place to be themselves, where they are safe. A place to feed. And I have a rule that I never take or harm a vampire inside this house…unless they bring it on themselves.”

“How noble,” I say dryly.

“Noble, I am not,” he says, linking his arm around mine. “But fair is something I aspire to be.”

And at that, he pushes open the doors and we walk in.

Chapter Twenty

As happened the last time I went to a vampire party, every single head in Dark Eyes swivels toward us, but this time they look a little more wary than they did before. Perhaps because I’m still here and that I belong to the man of the house, the vampire boss of the city of San Francisco.

At first, Solon keeps to his word, to never let me leave his side, always keeping his arm tightly around my waist. We go from vampire to vampire, saying hello and exchanging pleasantries. No hands are shaken though, and he keeps me just out of everyone’s reach. They’re all interested in me, but I don’t fear them per se, it’s more that they may fear me, and that’s something I can deal with.