[Siren Allure: Erotic Paranormal May-December Romance, with F/F and M/F/F elements, voyeurism, exhibitionism, light consensual BDSM, whipping, food play, blood play, sex toys, with paranormal elements, HEA]
Psychic vampire Cindi Vera Cruz has no intention of falling in love with sanguine vampire Tristan Dane. She makes that fact perfectly clear to Tristan every chance she gets. He’s twenty-one years old, ten years her junior, and as she sees it, definitely not in her cards as a forever type of man, only a lover. But when Tristan decides he’s tired of her games and demands she admit her feelings for him, all hell breaks loose.
Situations heat up when Tristan walks into the yearly Stiletto Sanction coven party only to find Cindi feeding on his energy without his consent. His shock turns into anger. And then anger turns into a game of battle of the wills. Tristan calls her bluff by raising the stakes in the blood play room. She has always been a willing participant in bleeding for him in the name of pleasure, but will she bleed to feed his need for pranic energy?
Note: Hero involved in acts of vampirism.
A Siren Erotic Romance
“Stop.” His hand clamped on the hand she was stroking his dick with. Once he’d stopped her from jacking him off and pulled her to a sitting position, he followed suit. “You’ve made it perfectly clear on several occasions that there isn’t an ‘us.’ So it’s time for you to explain that comment.”
“No. I don’t need to explain what I said.” Her face took on a fearful expression and then just as quickly morphed into a confrontational one. “Why must I explain?”
“Because baby, your head games are bullshit.”
Had she just realized she said she loved him in a roundabout way?
Hell no, she wasn’t getting away from admitting it this time. He snatched her by the wrists holding her place.
“You know what, baby? This time you do. You may not want to explain it, but I want to hear it. I’m so tired of playing games with you. Why in the hell can’t you admit how you feel about me?”
“Words are cheap. You know how I feel about you.”
He released his grasp on her wrists and swung his legs over the bed preparing to escape before their discussion turned into another fight. “They may be cheap, but sometimes a man needs to hear them.”
He’d already gotten out of bed and dressed when she asked after a long silence, “Where are you going?”
“To raid the liquor cabinet and drink myself into oblivion. I need to get you out of my system tonight. It’s just too bad that drinking won’t rip you from my system completely.”
He was already out the door when she yelled, “Wait. You don’t mean that.”
The door slammed, and he kept on walking. He damned well meant it. With everything that had transpired tonight, the seriousness of events, how could she still deny him the three words he needed to hear from her? Well, at least he could drown his sorrows tonight. Lick his wounds per se. He’d surely regret it in the morning, but for tonight, it would be his solace. Jack Daniel’s was waiting for him. It was never nice to make a good friend wait very long. The living room was dark. Just the moonlight sifted through the closed window shades. He grabbed the bottle of Jack from the cabinet, positioned himself comfortably on the sofa, and then stuck one of the small couch pillows under his head, setting out to drink himself into oblivion. After he’d downed about a third of the bottle, he calmed and slipped into peaceful oblivion.
Restful, forgetful sleep turned into head games, with Cindi as his dream lover. He tossed and turned until finally a sound tore him from his dream world. Half dazed, he opened his eyes.
A moment later all hell broke loose.
A blood-curdling scream sounded. Panic and confusion fought for space in his head. He sprang into a sitting position. As he shook his head to clear his fogged senses, the scream came again. He lunged from the sofa, and his toe hit an object at his feet. He glanced down at the half-empty Jack bottle and was reminded of all previous activities.
No wonder he felt like shit.
And the scream came again.
Moments later he’d bolted through his bedroom door. Cindi still slept as her low whimper filled the room. When he reached the bed, he slipped his arms around her and pressed her upper body close to his chest. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re having a bad dream,” he whispered, sliding an open hand across her forehead.
Sweat soaked her brow.
Her startled blue eyes opened. An unfocused look searched his face. “Tristan?”
When he’d drank himself into a drunken stupor, he was so mad at her he wanted to do everything he could to hurt her, but now she was different. She was holding onto him like a scared child. This was a side of her that he’d only seen a few times, and those times were shortly after her and Mia’s kidnapping.
The things that Ennisbrooke did to Cindi, no woman should have had to endure. And the images that filled his head from earlier this evening, the ones he’d tried to forget, came again. When Jamison and Jordan found Cindi, she was beaten to a pulp and mentally castrated. Tristan still didn’t know the full extent of Ennisbrooke’s infliction of pain, only that it was constant for an entire three days. Tristan would have fully understood if Cindi never wanted to take part in the blood-play sport again after her trauma, but to his surprise she’d asked him to continue their weekly time in the blood-play room.
“Hey, baby. You’ve had a bad dream. Nothing more. Try to go back to sleep.”
He continued to caress her forehead and hair.
“Stay with me. Please don’t go,” she pleaded.
All she had to do was ask him once. When she pleaded a second time, he crawled into the bed beside her and wrapped his body around her. She hadn’t dressed, and the warmth from her naked flesh was so inviting. He fanned a hand down her arm, and kissed the top of her head. “I’m here, baby.”
They’d reached the Dessert Erotica house at noon. Cindi pulled the Mustang borrowed from Victoria into the small parking space and shut off the car. Tristan didn’t waste any time in jumping out of the car. When she emerged, he was standing a few feet from the front door of the establishment eyes fixated on the huge fiberglass sundae. In the center of the perfectly shaped and flavor-colored ice-cream scoops was a naked female mannequin.
“Check out the tits on her.” His eyes were glued on the big-busted doll.
Just like a man, eyes to tits and bypass everything between.
“I think they’re fake.” She chuckled.
He gave her an incredulous stare and headed for the front door.
“What is this place?” The way Tristan asked the question, he sounded like a kid in a candy store.
His excitement got the best of her, so she divulged just a tiny bit of information, enough to wet his appetite.
“Well, lover, this is a place where women and men enjoy a little dessert with sex. A little sploshing.”
“Sploshing? Mmm…sounds enticing.” He kissed her cheek. Then licked the tip of her nose. “Let’s go. I can’t wait to try this out.” Tristan pulled her hand into his and pulled her toward the front double doors.
Cindi stopped them halfway to the front doors. “Hey, do you know what sploshing is?”
“Nope. But sex and dessert sounds like a winner. I’m ready to find out. Let’s go.”
Unbeknownst to her candy man, she’d signed them up for the noon decadent-dessert package. After the receptionist checked them in and Cindi paid, they were escorted to an intimate dining room off the main foyer.
The room was painted a soft coral color. A beautifully decorated table was in the center of the room with eight chairs around it. Two couples were already seated. Both men were in the chairs, and the women with them were naked and sitting on the table in front of their respective men. Cindi had the option of the musical chairs buffet, but she wasn’t in the mood to share her man with anyone else again. She did have to admit though, the idea of four or more men eating her pussy did sound tempting, and the heat that traveled through her body just from the thought of their mouths on her was beyond erotic, but she just would have to fantasize from now on because there was no way in hell her man was eating a pussy other than hers.
Cindi and Tristan didn’t waste any time taking their respective places at the table.
Within fifteen minutes the remainder of couples had entered and taken their places. The establishment’s owner and host for the afternoon, Jace Fleming, rang a small bell once everyone was settled into place. A few waiters entered with large bowls of cream, shaved chocolate, and cherries and set them in the center of the table. The women were then asked to present their pussies to their partners.
She probably shouldn’t appear overzealous, like some kind of sex fiend. Yeah right. On second thought, Tristan knew her. The man knew everything about her when it came to her sexual appetite.
Without further thought on the matter, she scooted to the edge of the table, set her feet on the arms of Tristan’s chair, and opened her legs. Nice and wide.
He licked his lips with a hungry grin and winked. “That’s what I’m talking about, baby.”
The desire in his face sent warmth through her entire body. Curious about the other guests’ reactions, she did a quick survey to find them all donning desire for the women spread-eagle in front of them.
Tristan moaned low and steady and then gave her pussy a satisfying lick.
“Mmm, that feels so good, candy man.”
“Tastes it, too,” he replied.
She reached back and gathered a handful of cream to rub on her pussy. She’d no sooner rubbed on the dessert when Tristan’s mouth covered her wet center. His tongue lapped at the canal. She arched her back to give him more of her and then snuck another gaze around the table.
Heavy slurping sounds and moans filled the room.
Dang if it wasn’t sending her sexual need into overdrive watching these people get it on. She could add voyeurism to her list of attributes.
Tristan gave her one deep lick and then came off her pussy. “You taste so good. How about a little chocolate?”
Cindi reached back and grabbed a handful of the shaved pieces. Carefully she placed the chocolate between her swollen little lips.
“That’s good.” Tristan put his lips on her pussy and gently sucked in the slivers of candy. Then his tongue was probing her flesh again, and she prepared to reach orgasm for the second time today. She could only imagine that his cock was rock hard. She delighted in the thoughts of how Tristan was going to take her when they were finished with their visit here.
The hopefulness that he’d fuck her for hours held to her thoughts and made her body begin its glorious climb to orgasm once more. She knew the pleasure that Tristan could unleash on her body. The anticipation of the upcoming moment made her grind her hips against his mouth. Desire swept, she leaned her head back slightly right and closed her eyes briefly. They fluttered open and surveyed the area. Most of the men were playing with the tits of their women. One guy had both of his woman’s tits in his hands and was massaging the hell out of them.
Watching the others made her so wet, so horny. It made her want to throw Tristan on the table and fuck him twenty ways to Sunday.
Tristan slipped his finger inside her pussy, and that garnered a couple of moans. “Oh, baby, you’re so wet for me.”
He pulled it out and then started finger-fucking her, sending her eyes fluttering closed. “More,” she whispered against the desire choking her.