Black Sunshine: A Dark Vampire Romance

I cry out, groaning, wanting so badly to just touch myself, to come, to make it stop, so unbearable, so relentless. “Then you’re torturing me,” I say through a gasp, the ropes starting to slice into my skin. “If you won’t touch me.”

I hate myself for saying those words.

Hate that I want him to touch me.

But I would die for him to touch me.

“Please,” I whisper, staring up at him, ignoring the humiliation in my heart. “Touch me. Please.”

My back arches, my nipples practically breaking through the fabric of my bodysuit.

“I can be a cruel man,” he says to me, tone somber, eyes on my breasts for a moment. Then he puts his hand on my head, runs his fingers through my hair until that touch alone almost make me come. “But I am not that cruel.”

Then he gets off the bed, and with his presence ripped from me, I cry out, all of me bleeding for him.

He’s a monster. He kidnapped you, he’s made you drink his blood.

He’s a vampire.

He’s a vampire.

But all the logic, the things I’m repeating in my head, don’t stop what I’m feeling, like I’m so close to ripping through my skin and finding relief, if only I can be an animal for a bit.

My eyes are opening and closing, rolling back in my head, and so it takes me a moment to realize he didn’t leave the room.

He’s still here.

And not alone.

Wolf is standing at the foot of the bed, looking down at me, brow raised.

“Think you waited long enough, Solon?” Wolf asks him dryly.

“We were having a conversation,” Absolon says. “And then I gave things a little…nudge.”

Wolf’s golden gaze focuses on my mouth, which I’m sure is caked in blood. “I can see that.”

“Lenore,” Absolon says to me, putting a hand on Wolf’s meaty shoulder. “This is Wolf Eriksen. He’s the best of the best. And he’s here to do what you require of him.”

Wolf meets my eyes. His gaze is calm at first, friendly, but the more I stare at him, the more his gaze turns carnal. He’s a big man, a handsome Scandinavian beast, and though I normally would never even entertain these thoughts, these thoughts are being entertained.

I don’t care who fucking touches me.

As long as someone does.

Now.

Absolon moves onto the bed, reaching between my legs, and I gasp as his fingers press against the snap button closure of the bodysuit. “You need to tell me if this is what you want,” he says, licking his lips.

I want you, I think, writhing against his fingers, trying to increase the pressure, but he’s elusive. I hate you but I want you.

He gazes up at me, a lazy smile with heat in his eyes.

“You can’t have me, Lenore,” he says.

“Please,” I beg. “Touch me.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t do what I’m told. If I touch you, it’s not because you’re begging me to. It’s because I want to.” He runs his fingers over my inner thighs, making me gasp. “Besides, in a few days, this part will be over. And you’ll be glad I never gave you what you begged me for.”

He gets off the bed and nods at Wolf.

Wolf grins at me, salacious, dripping with lust, and he bares his teeth at me.

Fangs.

Because of course he’s a vampire too.

And I really don’t care.

My breath hitches, my body stiffening in anticipation as he prowls between my legs, big hands gripping my thighs. He brings his fingers up to me, and with a few pops, undoes the buttons on the crotch of my bodysuit, until I’m bare and on display for him.

I swallow hard, never feeling so vulnerable, so caught as I do right now, and yet never needing this more.

Wolf stares up at me, raising his brow, and I realize he might be waiting for a signal from me to continue.

My lips part, trying to tell him.

Please.

Then he attacks me.

Tongue on pussy, finding me drenched, head buried between my legs.

I scream, the sound bouncing off the walls. My orgasm is intense and immediate, my body shaking uncontrollably.

“Keep going,” Absolon says, his voice rich, and I look at him as Wolf continues to lick me up and down, my body coming and coming, cries spilling from my lips.

Absolon’s eyes are full of fire, his gaze locked on Wolf’s head between my thighs, watching him eat me out. “Make her come again.”

Then Absolon brings his eyes to mine, gives me a languid smile, comes over to me so that his mouth is at my ear. He nips my earlobe between his teeth. “You can always pretend it’s me,” he murmurs.

The feel of his teeth, his hot breath, the lust in his voice, it all pools into my veins, making me come again, regardless of what Wolf is doing.

“I hate you,” I whisper, voice breaking on another wave of orgasm, just as Absolon pulls back, gazes down at me, expression dark and carnal. All the while Wolf’s tongue plunges inside me, relentless.