Vampire King’s Little Killer

Throne: a decorative chair or seat on which a monarch, a king or queen, sits.

Nero

The way she looked at me was full of lust, and I kept on sucking the guy, holding his jugular until his body went limp and I satisfied my thirst for blood.

Tessa still locked her eyes on me, intensely watching as I licked my lips clean of the man’s blood. I could smell her arousal in the damp dark alley and I tugged her by the waist and claimed her mouth and groaned the second she moaned my name.

“Oh, God, this is how it feels watching your parents making out,” I could feel Vesper shudder behind me and it took all of my wills to unlatch myself from my little killer. Aldrich had just finished with his meal and piled the guy on top of the others. He pulled out his phone to call the cleaners, these were humans working for us to literally clean after us. We don’t always do it, but when there were multiple dead humans with blood drained from their bodies we prefer not to cause drama.

“Hey, be nice. She just took the guy out for you.” I scolded him just because I can, “Aldrich, get us back to the penthouse, then you and Vesper can continue to the den. Son, I need you to play nice with the boys, I will be unavailable until tomorrow.”

“Oh. My. God.” Vesper was being dramatic as always, but I was all smiley when Tessa pulled me down and kissed me harder in front of him. I could feel her smiling and then grunted when her hands grabbed the back of my neck deepening, and making sure it was a very sloppy kiss. All because of Vesper’s words, she was too perfect for me. Tessa was all giggling when her bloody fingers took mine and told Vesper to ride in the front.

“I’m going to straddle your daddy, so you might want to keep your eyes elsewhere.”

“You chose her just to spite me didn’t you?” Vesper huffed and started walking to the car.

“My prince, by now you should know that she’s the one who chose me.”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“Ohhh… you said the sweetest thing, daddy king.” Her voice got annoyingly high and I couldn’t keep a straight face and finally laughed. I even saw Aldrich crack a smile seconds before he seated himself behind the wheels.

Vesper shook his head but got on the front seat, slamming the door behind him, took out his phone, and played his shooting game. Well, at least he wasn’t trolling on one of his hooking-up apps cause I do need him and Aldrich to follow up on Tessa’s werewolf half-brother.

It didn’t take long before we were dropped off at the basement of my apartment building. Showing up at the apartment lobby smeared with blood was never an option. Maybe it was time to show Tessa the den, but not tonight. Tonight, I don’t want to be bothered. No interruption, not with the kind of gaze she gave me earlier.

All thoughts were forgotten when she pressed her body to mine, the second we entered the penthouse. Our lips infused, limbs tangled. Items of clothing were dropping, scattered, trailing from the entrance until we were naked as I pushed her back on the shower wall. She smiled beautifully when I took her wrists above her head and she watched as the blood which once stained her arms trickled down the drain. The suds were pink when I let her wash my body, our lips latched onto a heated kiss.

We were squeaky clean when I took her to the bed and she grabbed my shoulder and pulled me on top of her. Though it only lasted seconds before she got up and straddle me, looking devilishly hot in nothing but her delicious supple young skin. I could hear her erratic heart beating before I was drowned in more sensual kisses.

“Looking at you draining the life out of that drunk guy was all too sexy. I swear I’d hump you right there and then if your entourage was not there.” My little killer said with her sexy bedroom voice and my cock was shamelessly hard, needy for her attention. I groaned when she grabbed a hold of my shaft and started stroking it, her smile was infectious and I was ready for her when she moved sensually making me feel her arousal as it wets my hard cock.

“Tessa, baby, I need to be inside you,” I grunted and positioned my tip to her entrance. She moaned when she lowered herself to my erection. She was tight, engulfing my hard cock with her wetness and moving sinfully, making me want her more and more. I have never lusted this much for a human being. It was like I needed to be one with her, body, mind, and soul. I realize it sounded as cheesy as the tagline but I wanted nothing more than that.

“Tessa, baby…” I moaned louder when she fucks harder. Her hands rested on my chest while her hips moved erotically enticing, taking both of us closer to our climax.

“Nero, oh… I’m close,” she whimpered and rode me harder. My hands were on her thighs, gripping them, encouraging her to keep with her pace, to keep using my dick to satisfy her needs. I groaned louder as I held myself from coming, I was ready to burst when she clenched me harder. And when she screamed my name the second she climaxed, I followed her and filled her with my cum.

“I needed that, thank you,” She kissed me lazily, her body on top of mine, my cock still inside her, pumping, emptying my balls, slowly from under her.

“Anytime, baby, and you are not thanking me. It was my pleasure, you should know that by now.”

When I woke up the next day, Tessa was back with her sketchbook. She was perfectly drawing all four men lying lifeless in the dark alley. There were no specific markings on them that could be traced from her drawing. But the way she put her detailing it was too realistic for it to just be from one’s imagination alone.

“This is a very good drawing, baby,” I said softly, announcing myself, not wanting to startle her and ruin her sketch.

“Hey, you’re up,” she gave me her cheek and I kissed it just like I had done so many times before.

“Yesterday was so great. We need to do it again soon.” She grinned and got back to her drawing.

“Maybe, but tonight I need to go to the den. You wanna come with me?”

“What? you’re taking me to your secret hideout where your kind worship you on your throne?”

I laughed at her description, I did have a throne. Well more like a very old oversized gaudy chair that had been displayed at the same place for the last couple of centuries.

“Will you let me sit on your throne?” She teased as she leaned into my kiss.

I put her sketch pad and took her onto my lap. “Maybe you’ll have your throne in our future.”

“Wait, I thought this was my throne.” She winked and shifted, seductively moving to tease my cock, claiming my lap as her throne.

“A real throne, little killer, the same gaudy chair, but maybe smaller than mine.” I chuckled already envisioning her bored face whenever meetings were held.

“Daddy king! Don’t promise a woman such a thing!” She exaggeratedly gasped and I laughed so hard she almost fell out of my lap.

“I think it’s time for you to get to know my bigger family, my clan, or maybe they can get to get to know you better.”

“Well, I did meet all of your sired children. And soon, maybe you can meet my parents since I need to ask them about my half-brother.”

It was funny how all the pieces of the puzzle started to align. It was domestication, all the feelings from vicious needs to lust and lastly love. Yeah, I love her and one day she will too. Until then I will intrigue her with all the death and keep her near.

We ended up making out before we left for the den. Tonight is going to be an interesting one, I could already feel it.

Well, with my little killer, everything is bound to be exciting.