Veil of Seduction (MF)
Ambrose Heights Vampires 2

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Ambrose Heights Vampires

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Excerpt

Story Excerpt

“Anya, I’m Steffan, Steffan Matthews.”

There is no room for games here, he thought to himself. 

For almost a century, he had searched for her. He was not going to waste any more time by skirting around the issue.

He needed her. She needed him. They needed each other.

He wanted to tell her everything in this moment, claim her now, and abandon all the words of advice from Rhys.

“Anya, I live in Ambrose Heights. I made the arrangement for lessons…so I could meet you. Truth is, ever since you moved in, I felt a connection to you that I can’t quite explain.” 

Steffan inserted that little white lie at the end. Of course, it could be explained, but he couldn’t bring himself to reveal any of that.

 Not now at least. 

“You mean you paid for me to spend time with you? For a month? What kind of services do you think I offer here?” Anya held her head as if nausea had struck her suddenly, “I think I need to sit down.” 

Anya headed for the sitting area that sat tucked away in the far corner of the studio.

Ornate lanterns with intricate metal relief carvings suspended from the utility pipes above and hung low in varying length around a gold leaf table. Around the table sat oversize embellished floor pillows. A hand-carved screen sectioned off the area from the rest of the studio. 

Steffan followed Anya, suddenly realizing the misconception in his explanation. “No, Anya, I am not paying for you. I don’t mean for it to sound like that. I mean, I did pay for your time. B-But it was strictly to compensate you, for adjusting your schedule with your existing students to accommodate my time frame. You know, just in case you couldn’t successfully reschedule them?” Steffan stumbled on his words and drifted from his usual charismatic and poised presence. 

Anya sat on the floor pillow and bent her knees, bringing them close to her chest as she faced Steffan. “Well, thank you for your consideration. But, it still sounds like you were paying just to meet me. Are you even interested in cello lessons at all?” 

Steffan sported a hearty grin as he took a seat on a floor pillow. He sat facing Anya. He eased into a comfortable position. “Actually, I’m very skilled at the violin and always wanted a cello partner. I’ve composed some pieces that would be complemented by a cello. You play…eloquently.” 

Anya’s smile lit up her face.

Steffan reached out to cup her hands as they folded around her legs. “Anya, I know I this may seem strange. In fact, I meant to be here on time, but I agonized over this and needed more time before I walked into this room. I thought I was prepared. I had it all played out in my head. I need time to know what to do, what to say to you. I had already thought of ways I could come here and pretend I have no clue about playing an instrument or reading music, to go along with this charade. But I just couldn’t do it. I wanted you to know exactly why I’m here, even if it sounds creepy. I don’t want to play games.”

“Good. I don’t like to play games either.”

“Anya, I’ve seen you before I met you.” 

Anya’s body stiffened in response.

“Wait, hear me out.” Steffan paused. “The day when you moved into Ambrose Heights and you pulled up to my driveway…”

“Oh my god, you knew I was there? You saw me? You’re the guy who lives in the castle?” Anya released her hands from Steffan’s hold and placed them over her mouth in sheer embarrassment.

“Yes, I live there. Eilian, my brother, he saw you in my driveway. I was in the house. I never saw you, but I felt you, Anya. I felt your presence as you walked up the driveway.” 

Steffan leaned in and cupped her chin delicately with his hand. “After you left, brief images of you rolled in my mind. I saw your hair, your eyes, and your skin. I even heard your voice and could smell your perfume. And…” Steffan paused, unsure if he would frighten Anya with his next statement. He released her chin and spoke. “That tattoo on your shoulder. If I’m not mistaken, I believe it’s the Ohm symbol.” 

Anya’s face turned pale. 

You’re scaring her, he thought as he fought to refine his revelation to her. 

“And since that time, you’ve been with me every day. I dream of you at night and think of you during the day. All of this and I never met you before. I never experienced anything like this. I found out that you teach here and work at Mystic’s Mirth, and from then on, I’ve been working up the courage and the strength to come and meet you. That’s why I’m here.” 

Steffan searched for a reaction from Anya.

Please don’t get scared. Please don’t run. Please trust me, he begged in his mind.

Anya shifted her body toward Steffan and kneeled between his legs. She reached for the buttons on his shirt. One by one, she slowly undid them as she remained fixated on his eyes.

“No!” Steffan caught her hand and stopped her movement. “I want to. Believe me. I want nothing more than to be with you, but I didn’t come here for that. I came here to understand this connection I have to you.”

“No, you don’t understand. I need to see something right now. I need to see what’s on your left bicep and right shoulder.”

“My tattoos? How did you know?”

Anya gasped as she ripped at the buttons and tore Steffan’s shirt open, working the material down his arm. 

There it was.

Steffan’s dark and delicious tattoos were on clear display.

Adult Excerpt

“Anya, I want to make love to you, claim you.”

“Make love to me, Steffan. Claim me. I’m yours.”

Steffan’s breath was deep and heavy as he prepared for the moment.

“Don’t take your eyes off of me.” Steffan slid himself through Anya’s moistened folds, slowly filling her. He stretched her wide as she wrapped around his cock like a glove.

“Steffan, oh my god!” Anya screamed with a hint of discomfort in her voice. “It hurts. I don’t know if I can do this!”

“Relax. Let your body form around me. I’ll go as slow as you want or as hard as you want. You tell me what you need. I want you to only feel pleasure,” Steffan whispered and slowed his entry. 

He was absolutely careful with Anya. His innate instinct wanted him to take her wildly, but he reminded himself that she was still human, still frail. She could shatter in pieces underneath him with one move. Once the claiming was executed and Anya was transformed, they could be together in a primal, untamed escapade.

With each gentle pulse, Steffan felt Anya relax. Carefully, he inched himself deeper into her until he was buried completely. He slowly retracted and pumped into her again, feeling her body accepting his entry with every delicious plunge. 

“You feel so good. Give me more,” Anya said in a throaty and seductive tone.

Steffan’s heart was filled with bliss. Her heart accepted him, and now her body accepted his entry, his permanence in her very core. He thrust into Anya with a deeper need as their eyes remained fixed on each other. 

“Let me love you, Anya. Let me give you everything I have in me. Accept me as your mate. Give yourself freely as mine.”

“I do and I have.”

A blistering heat traveled along Steffan’s jaw and filled his mouth with an insatiable need for blood. His sharp teeth broke through their protective membrane and descended as his body continued exploring her depths. 

“Steffan, harder. I want it harder,” Anya said as she pulled Steffan in close to whisper in his ear.

“You want it hard, my love?”

“Yes.”

“You will feel pleasure you’ve never experienced before, but you must promise to let me know if I hurt you.” 

“Promise.”

“Remember that I love you, and do not be afraid.”

“Afraid of what?”

“This.” 

Steffan reached under Anya’s legs and firmly grasped her buttocks. He spread her legs wide over his arms as he lifted her straight off the ground. Steffan sat back on his heels and impaled Anya on his cock.

They both moaned in unison.

“Grab a hold of my neck and don’t let go,” Steffan commanded. 

Steffan’s strong arms lifted Anya, and his cock pounded deep into her over and over again with a relentless passion.

“Oh, Steffan, take me!” Anya panted. 

A pleasurable burn ignited in Steffan’s eyes as they turned red with his desire. Kneeling before her, Steffan laid Anya’s head back to the ground and tilted her hips upward to his crotch. He plunged deeper, rougher, and faster into her.

Anya looked up and caught Steffan’s gaze.

At first, she seemed shaken by the red that gazed back at her, but quickly settled in his stare.

Tears welled in her eyes. “I’m coming, Steffan. I’m coming.” 

The time was here.

Steffan would start the claim at this moment.

His entire existence, from his turning to the first time he and Anya laid eyes on each other, flickered like an old projector in his mind. Steffan collapsed on Anya, burying his head at her neck to search out his mark. He drew his head back slightly, and then came down on her flesh, sinking his teeth deep into her. 

Anya shrieked at the initial pain, but soon, noises of pleasure escaped her body uncontrollably as the tears streamed down her face. 

Steffan continued to thrust deep inside her but slowed his rhythm to a sensual grind. Sweat that once beaded along Anya’s inner thighs now trickled down, pooling where his flesh met hers. Writhing and moaning, the moment was pure ecstasy. From the moistened depths his cock plunged to the sweet taste of her blood coating his tongue, Steffan relished every pleasurable sensation that fired through his body.

“Oh, my god,” Anya moaned in a decadent whisper.

Suddenly, Steffan’s body stilled.

He swiped his tongue along the puncture marks, sealing Anya’s neck. He pulled back, steadying his body over hers. Looking deep into her eyes, he saw a woman fully sated.

Anya gathered a drop of blood from the corner of Steffan’s mouth with her finger and dipped into his mouth. He lapped up the remaining droplet of her blood eagerly and lowered to capture her lips in a passionate and sensual kiss. 

Then Steffan moved his hips once again.

Commanding and powerful, he took her hard. He released his mouth from their intimate exchange and gasped for breath. 

“Anya, are you ready for me?”

“Yes. Come inside me, Steffan.”

“Watch me. See what you do to me.”

Steffan looked deep into Anya’s eyes as he made love to her. This was his mate. Her blood coursed through his body. Her taste was on his lips. And her pussy deliciously swallowed his cock. 

It was a pleasure beyond expression, further than anything he’d experienced. He stroked in and out of Anya, increasing his momentum, growing closer and closer to his climax. 

“Oh, Steffan!”