Chapter 3

DRACULA.

The glass of whiskey burned down my throat, but it wasn’t strong enough to wash away the stench of the council’s incompetence. Damn fools. Every last one of them. I slammed the glass on the bar with a dull thud, motioning for a refill.

"Rough day, huh?" the bartender asked, sliding the bottle closer.

Fuck, I hate chatterboxes. 

I shot him a glare. "Pour. Don’t talk."

He obliged, filling my glass to the brim.

I took a deep sip and leaned back. My pack was crumbling. I'd suggested taking over the smaller packs around us but the stupid council members were blind, and I was tethered to their idiocy.

Fuck, all I needed tonight was silence. But then I heard a soft hiccup, followed by a sniffle.

I turned my head and saw a figure who sat slumped beside me, her petite frame drowning in an oversized chiffon blouse, brown wavy hair sticking to tear-streaked cheeks, and a half-empty glass clutched in trembling hands. She was mumbling incoherent words under her breath.

I scowled. "Take your sob story somewhere else, princess. I didn’t come here to babysit.”

She turned and looked at me. Her gaze was sharp despite the haze of alcohol. "Oh, fuck off," she slurred, rolling her eyes. "Go brood in a corner or something, you oversized peacock."

I blinked. "What did you just say?"

She raised her glass in a mock toast, wobbled, then drained it in one gulp. "You heard me, pretty boy. Get over yourself."

A low laugh rumbled from my chest. No one— absolutely no one—had ever dared speak to me like that. I narrowed my eyes and my jaw tightened as I leaned closer."Careful, little girl. You’re playing with matches."

She turned to me fully now, her eyes glittering under the bar’s flickering neon light. "Matches? Honey, I am the fire."

Damn.

I stared at her, and for a moment, I was genuinely dumbfounded. She wasn’t afraid. 

“Watch yourself,” I warned in a low voice.

She huffed a laugh, downed the rest of her drink, then set the glass down. “Oh, please. Like you’re the first scary man I’ve met.”

Before I could retort, she leaned forward suddenly, grabbed the collar of my shirt, and pressed her lips against mine. It wasn’t desperate or sloppy. It was soft. Simple. But it jolted through me like lightning.

I pulled back sharply, blinking at her. “What the hell was that?”

She grinned, exposing her lower set of teeth. “A kiss obviously, idiot.”

“You’re drunk.”

She leaned back, her smirk widening. “What’s wrong, Pretty Boy? Never had a girl make the first move?”

I stared in surprise. “You’ve got a mouth on you.”

“Damn right I do.” She slid off the stool, wobbling slightly, then steadied herself with a hand on the bar. Her gaze locked on mine, a challenge sparking in her brown orbs. “And if you’re man enough…”

She stepped closer, her lips brushing my ear as she whispered, “…come get this cookie.”

I froze.

She pulled back, arms crossed as she smiled daringly.

A slow grin crept across my face. Well. Tonight just got a hell of a lot more interesting.

••••••

Without thinking, I grabbed her—one arm wrapping around her waist, lifting her off the barstool as she let out a surprised giggle that danced straight down my spine. 

"Whoa! What the hell are you doing?” she teased, but her arms wrapped tight around my neck as I carried her out of the bar and into the street.

Her face flushed with a hue of red as we crossed the street. Her warm breath fanned the hollow of my throat. “Where are we going, mysterious stranger?” she slurred playfully, her lips brushing my jaw.

“Somewhere quiet,” I growled. Each step I took fanned the flames licking up my spine.

We entered the towering skyscraper and jabbed the penthouse button in the elevator. The doors slid open and she stumbled forward, reaching for my shirt buttons before we even reached the door. 

“You’re overdressed,” she whispered with a wicked grin, tugging until the fabric gave way under her tiny fingers.

“Easy, firecracker.” I fumbled with my keycard, the lock refusing to cooperate as her hands slid under my shirt, roaming over scars and skin, igniting sparks wherever she touched. “You’re making it hard to focus.”

“Good,” she whispered.

Finally, the door clicked open. We tumbled inside, lips crashing against each other's, heat coiling tight between us. Clothes hit the floor in a trail from the door to the couch. My mouth traced the curve of her neck as she pulled me closer, I could tell she wanted this. Maybe, more than I wanted it.

The taste of whiskey lingered in her mouth and I was willing to suck every last of it. Hastily, we moved from the couch and landed on the bed with a soft thud. Her bare body sprawled over my white sheet. Damn, she looked celestial. Her firm breasts bounced and her hard nipples jutted, begging for my touch and without a thought, I went straight for the mound on her chest. I closed my lips around her nipples, eliciting a moan from her lips. 

Fuck, I've never tasted any breast this soft— like marshmallows. I sucked on her nipple, while my hands kneaded the other breast.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her skull while I worked her to impossible wetness. With my index finger, I trailed slow lines from her stomach, down to her abdomen. My fingers hovered slightly over her soaking core, teasing her till she arched her hips forward and let out a yelp.

I kissed her again. Harder this time. Desperate to drink in as much of her as possible. My erection kicked painfully against my pants and without hesitation, I plunged a finger into her dripping core. But I was met with a surprise. An irresistible wall. 

What? I froze.

“Wait,” I murmured, pulling back slightly, searching her face. “You… You're…”

Her smile faltered for a heartbeat. Then she nodded. “Yeah.”

Nah, virgins were a no-no for me when it came to having flings. I'm pretty much intoxicated by her body, but I don't want to mess up her innocence. I swallowed hard, brushing a strand of hair from her flushed cheek. “We don’t have to—”

“Don’t stop,” she whispered, pulling me back down. “Please.”

“No…no, I don't want you to do anything you'd regret.” 

But her fingers clutched at me desperately. Unshed tears pooling in her eyes. “Don’t pull away, now. Please. I want this. With you.”

I hesitated, my heart beating against my ribs. Her hands trembled where they held me, but her gaze never left my eyes. I could see the brokenness in her eyes and my resolve melted. Well, I could just give her what she desperately yearns for tonight.

“Alright,” I murmured. I reached for the drawer and pulling out a pack of condoms. “But we do this right.”

Her lips curved in a small, grateful smile as I slid the protection on, leaning down to press a lingering kiss on her lips.

Her stiffness from earlier had melted away and when I stopped at the sensitive juncture of her heat, she let out a soft moan. Heat raced down my spine as I lined up my cock in front of her pink folds, slowly driving in the tip. 

Fuck, she was so damn tight and wet for me. 

I waited for a repulsive reaction and when none came, I drove in another inch. 

“Fuck,” A breathless plea fell from her lips. “Yes, please.”

I bit back a groan as I slowly drove in another inch. And another. And another. Till I was fully inside her. She bucked around me. Her face etched with frustration and lust.

She was warm, cozy and slimy. Slowly, I begin to work her with leisurely strokes. I almost lost it at the sight of her so stretched beautifully around my cock, but I forced myself under control. Till I couldn't hold it anymore. Another cry tore from her throat when I pulled away and thrust deeply inside her.

“Oh goddess,” her nails dug painful grooves in my shoulder. “I can't… that's… fuck…”

Her words splintered as I fucked her into a sobbing, incoherent mess. Her moans and the slick sound of my cock pumping in and out of her filled the room, drowning out my harsh breath.

She clung to me as I drove into her, harder and faster, until she was gasping for air. My hands fisted on the mattress; my breaths grew choppier. The headboard slammed against the wall with each thrust, and even though I should've known better, I made the mistake of looking down at where we were joined.

It was the end of me because seeing my cock slide in and out of her— seeing how perfectly we fit and how fucking well she took me was so hot and primal that my orgasm peaked without warning. It climbed up my spine, snapping my restraints and driving me to fuck her deeper with long, savage strokes until she fell apart with another scream.

It'd barely faded before my own climax exploded. It flayed me raw, contracting my muscles and heightening my senses to the point where I might die from the stimulation.

Her nails clawed at my back, prolonging our waves of pleasure, and as we rode them out together, I had the dim thought that if I did die, I would do so happily because what in the name of fuck is this?!