Vampires! A Bundle of Bloodsuckers by Hilburn Lynda

Author:Hilburn, Lynda [Hilburn, Lynda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Erotica, Vampires
Published: 2012-12-06T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

Malveaux couldn’t believe his luck. He watched the sweet, round ass of the lovely musician sway as she retreated across the dance floor and grinned. Never in his wildest, vampire, wet dreams would he have imagined that such a perfect sex goddess would cross his path on such a terrible night. Especially not in a shit can like this one. His dick throbbed in gleeful anticipation, and his fangs became so excited they tried to crash the party before he forced them to retract back into his gums. No horror movie props yet. It wouldn’t do to scare off the prey before his objectives were met. He appreciated for a moment how convenient it was that nobody believed in vampires. Nobody, that is, except for some of the mob guys who were used to monsters of all kinds. After all, in this part of town, human monsters were reflected in every mirror. Blood-drinking fiends were only a problem if they cut into the mob’s action.

But he didn’t want to think about work. He wanted to enjoy the way Tempest’s full tits jiggled when she moved, and the way her tight jeans drew his gaze to the erotic space between her legs. He closed his eyes for a moment and imagined how she tasted, both her pussy and her blood. It was probably dangerous for him to be so distracted, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so aroused. He wasn’t much of a believer in things like “fate” or “destiny,” but he had to admit there seemed to be method to the madness in his meeting Tempest just when he’d needed to find the right offspring. He wasn’t sure if she’d be appropriate, but he was certainly going to have a helluva good time finding out. One simply didn’t look a gift twat in the mouth, or something to that effect, he thought, chuckling.

When he became aware that she was moving toward him, her guitar case in one hand and a beat-up briefcase in the other, he stood. She wore a baggy, worn-out leather jacket covered with various motorcycle gang symbols. He studied the ancient garment and raised his eyebrows. It looked like something dragged out of some Hell’s Angel’s attic.

“This is my dad’s jacket,” Tempest offered, obviously reading his elevated eyebrows. “He got it from Jim Morrison back in the day. I have a superstitious thing about wearing it when I start a new gig. It brings me luck.” She smiled. “And apparently it brings me studly sex partners, too.”

“That sounds like quite a club: the studly sex partners.” He laughed. “I intend to distinguish myself from the pack. Perhaps you’ll create a new title for me.”

Malveaux lifted his coat from the seat of the booth and slipped it on. He grinned and took her hand, raised it to his lips, and then kissed her palm gently. Staring into her eyes, he allowed himself to transmit only a slight hypnotic effect. He licked down her index finger, and then sucked it into his mouth, circling it with his tongue.

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