85: Tainted Love – Pt. 1

Rowan sat at his desk with a drink in his hand, and a smirk on his face as Victoria slid inside his heavy, oak study door. He didn’t need to ask; he knew why she was here. Setting his drink down, he leaned forward in his seat and watched as she slowly approached his desk. Moving around to his side, her ass skirted the edge of the tabletop, lifting the slinky, red dress she wore slightly above her thighs.

His eyes traced the movement, briefly catching sight of the fact she was completely bare beneath. Abruptly, he reached out and she felt his hands snake up the back of her dress and give her ass a squeeze. “What took you so long, Luv?”

Victoria smiled, leaning into his touch, “I wanted to look nice for you.”

“You know you always look good enough to eat, Victoria,” he replied, pulling her into his lap. Despite his rakish smile, his eyes burned seriously into hers. This was the most aggressive he’d ever been. And her body responded immediately. Victoria’s mind was whirring with the battle between personal ethics and sheer desire that his nearness was inspiring. She could smell his aftershave and beneath that, another scent that did things to her brain.

Pulling her closer, Rowan wasted no time tasting her lips, diving his tongue deep into her mouth. Sucking on her bottom lip, he kissed her with fiery intensity and felt Victoria’s hand tightly grip the back of his head. She moaned as one hand wrapped around her waist and the other teased her nipple through her dress. Pulling back, he looked up at her with a smile before leaning in to put his lips next to her ear and whispered, “you smell fantastic, Princess.”

Victoria was unable to control the jittery desire to run her fingers up and down his bare chest. “So do you,” she breathed back, her breasts swelling up toward him.

“Up.” Victoria obeyed as Rowan leaned back in his leather chair and looked up at her. Her eyes fell to the front of his pants and she saw movement behind the worsted denim that made her pussy react in sympathy. There was no getting around this. Taking a deep breath, she stood between his legs, looked down at him and smiled as she slipped out of her dress.

“You’re a knockout, Victoria. Absolutely stunning,” he growled. Rowan ran his hands up the backs of her thighs. She shuddered but didn’t move while his hands slid over her ass cheeks and down until he could spread her lips apart with his thumbs. “Mmm, you’re ready for me. I could smell you when you stepped into the foyer.”

One fingertip explored just the edges of her entrance, remarkably accurate in its exploration. A sharp intake of breath and her eyes closed as he ran his finger from her opening to her clit and stopped. Rowan put his finger to his nose then in his mouth. A low moan rolled from his throat and he raised his light blue eyes to meet hers and plunged a finger, then two just inside. Deeper. Then another inch. And then again, he stopped. His palm held her engorged sex and his thumb found her clit again. “Have you been thinking about me?” he asked, feeling her body tremble beneath his touch.

“Yes, I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“Good.” Then, with his long fingers inside, he began an exploration that soon had her knees buckling. This man definitely knew what he was doing. Victoria sagged slightly against his hand, driving his digits deeper into her. She gushed on his fingers while her toes curled. She was seeing stars as Rowan continued to finger her during and after her orgasm. When she was finally lucid, she whimpered at his continued strokes until he finally slowed and withdrew his fingers.

Rowan locked eyes with Victoria as he stood and gripped the backs of her thighs, roughly placing her on the edge of his desk. Quickly disrobing, he pressed the fat head of his dick against her entrance and used his free hand to circle her clit, occasionally dragging his thumb across it. As she began to relax, he eased himself inside her, his cock head slipped in with a sudden pop, stretching her deep. “Ooh, there’s my delicious, Little Witch.”

She was a tight, hot, wet vice grip. Rowan gritted his teeth and focused as he slowly began to pump. Grabbing her hips, he pushed himself in as deep as he could. Looking up he found her watching him, then her eyes dropped to watch his cock pumping in and out. It was sexy as hell and drove him wild. The look she had was intoxicating, a hesitant lust as if she was in a battle for control and losing.

Her pussy contracted and squeezed against his intrusive cock. Steadily his pace increased, his hand tightening around her waist as he relentlessly plunged into her delicate hole. “Bloody Christ, Luv, mmm. You are so damn perfect.”

Victoria whimpered with every ball slapping thrust, hanging on to the edge of the desk for support. The smell of her luscious, warm blood filled his nostrils as he furiously fucked her and he leaned forward to lick the vein throbbing just below her ear. “Do it,” she commanded, tipping her head more to give him better access.

Rowan needed no further prompting as he opened his lips and sank his fangs into her neck. Victoria cried out, clenching her eyes tight as pain throbbed into her shoulder with a burning sensation. But just as quickly as it began, the sting subsided, giving way for pleasure as he lapped up her scarlet nectar. She let out a moan that made him ram deeper against her. Releasing her throat, Rowan healed the double entry wound before taking her mouth again, swirling his tongue around hers. Victoria could taste the coppery flavor as his tongue swept deeper and felt the immediate reaction her blood had on his endeavors as he leaned forward and pistoned his hips harder into her.  

“Oh, Rowan, yes!” Her breasts bounced up and down with each thrust. Round, supple handfuls of mahogany tipped with dark chocolate and Rowan took the time to appreciate them. He leaned his head down to catch a nipple in his mouth and suckled hungrily. “That feels so good, mmm yes! Yes!” Victoria thrashed and writhed beneath him, and he hummed against the jiggly flesh as he surged faster. With the mounting tempo her whimpers turned into lusty cries of stimulation, music to his ears.

Their eyes locked as he switched sides, sharing the pleasure with her other breast. Rowan could feel her walls fluttering around him and she broke their stare as her eyes rolled back. She was getting close, and her warm body was too damn tight for him to last much longer besides. Pulling out, Rowan swiftly turned Victoria and pressed her stomach against his desk. With her ass in the air, he slammed his cock deep in her quivering hole. “Oh god, faster, Rowan, please, don’t stop!” she screamed at the violent possession and began humping back at him, moving her hands to get better purchase on the desk.

“Ro…wan…I’m…OH GOD! YES!” His movements became rushed and uncontrolled as he gripped her hips tighter, driving himself deeper. Rowan could feel her pussy walls twitching spasmodically on his cock. He wrapped one hand around her hip and the other grabbed the mass of hair at the base of her neck, using it to steady her for the depth of his strokes. He felt like an animal, pounding deeply into her beckoning heat. There was no thought, just instinct to claim, mark and brand his territory.

“Ah, Victoria!” He was growling and panting as his cock began to swell. He was close to losing it when Victoria came, screaming, and he let her sweet core’s convulsions bring him over. Tingles raced down her legs when he moved his hand and massaged her clit. “Fucking Christ, AAAHH!” Exploding, he felt the energy and passion spill out of him in a torrent of warm, creamy ropes of cum as he came deep into her hungry hole. 

Through the fog of his orgasm, he felt her cunt vibrate with her orgasm. “Bloody hell, Luv.” His cock was immersed deep within the velvety walls of her pussy, twitching and he couldn’t move as his scalding seed continued filling her. Rowan gripped her hips and buried himself to the base, feeling her milk him and Victoria arched and cried out before collapsing, caressing the blonde vampire as he fell with her. “You’re mine, Victoria. Now and forever.”

Victoria awoke with a start. Golden rays of sunlight streamed through the blinds as she sat up on the edge of the bed, holding her head in her hands. “Good morning, Sleepyhead,” Derrick said beside her, leaning down to give her cheek a peck. “I thought you were gonna sleep through the morning. Can’t say I blame you though, sounded like you were having a great dream.”

“What?” Victoria asked in surprise, pulling the covers over her as though she could hide her thoughts from him with a blanket.

“You were moaning in your sleep,” he smirked, lifting her face by the chin as he leaned down once more. “Anything you want to tell me?”

“No,” she answered slowly, squinting her eyes at him in suspicion.

“No? Not even how much you enjoyed…whatever I did to you in there?” he asked, caressing her hair.

“Derrick…”

“It’s fine. Don’t tell me. We could always take another trip into your psyche and I can see for myself.” He grinned his impossible grin again before straightening himself. “Breakfast is ready. That is if you can tear yourself away from Dream Derrick long enough to join me.”

“I’ll—I’ll be down in a minute,” she replied and watched him exit the room. Tossing on a fresh pair of jeans and a t-shirt before checking herself out in the mirror, Victoria headed downstairs toward Derrick’s dining room. Immediately, her nose was overcome with a smell sensation as she saw the large spread her lover had prepared for her.

“Wow, Derrick, you’ve really outdone yourself. Thank you but, this is too much. Are we expecting company or something?”

“Of course not,” Derrick laughed. “I didn’t know what you’d be in the mood for and you’ve been working so much recently I thought it would be nice to have a delicious, healthy breakfast before your next big case.”

“That’s really sweet of you, Derrick. Really, you spoil me,” Victoria said, circling her arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss. “I love you—and this. Thank you.”

“Anything for you, Baby.” Victoria sat across from Derrick and filled her plate with bacon, eggs, roasted potatoes and toast.

“Aren’t you eating?”

“I had something before I woke you. Besides, I like to watch. Have I ever told you you’re damn sexy when you eat?” he smiled and watched Victoria take a bite of her potatoes. Her eyes rolled and she moaned deep in her throat.

“Damn, Derrick, that’s amazing.”

“I can hear that,” Derrick grinned. “You’re making the same sounds you were in your dream.”

Victoria felt a blush rise from the top of her chest and up to her face. “Sorry, I…” Derrick’s phone rang and she let out a sigh of relief as he stood from the table to take the call.

Returning a few moments later, he quickly excused himself with a peck on her cheek as he headed for the door. Victoria finished her meal in peace, but her mind continued wandering back to her dream. It wasn’t the first one she’d had.

Since helping Rowan with his little mission, he’d had a starring role in her fantasies. And it was starting to scare her. Could she actually be falling for her boyfriend’s sire? One thing was certain, if anyone would know what was going on, Rowan would.

Stepping into the vampiric domicile, Victoria made a quick right expecting to see Marcel standing sentry outside his master’s door. Finding the hallway empty, she looked around out of precaution before moving slower toward Rowan’s study. “Come in, Victoria,” she heard Rowan’s powerful voice through his closed door.

Poking her head inside, she found him perched on top of his desk, signature smirk on his face and a drink in his hand. Déjà vu. Victoria paused a moment, blinking her eyes a few times to ensure she was not dreaming. “Let me guess, smelled me coming?” she asked, shutting the heavy oak door behind her.

Rowan gave a throaty laugh as he shook his head. “Believe it or not, Luv, vampires actually have stepped into the 21^st century.” Motioning above her head, Victoria noticed a set of CCTV monitors showing every angle of the bloodsucker’s property.

“Oh,” she replied with a sheepish grin.

“What can I help you with, Victoria?” he asked, taking one small sip before setting his glass down.

“Wow! Just like that? No evil smirks or threats of bodily harm? I’d even take a request for a favor to be named later. This I wasn’t expecting.”

“Sorry to disappoint you, Princess,” he smiled genuinely. “I can’t always be doom and gloom.”

“Hmm, so you say,” she smiled nervously and sighed. “First, I wanted to say thank you for taking care of me after—after everything.”

“Of course,” he responded and paused. “I suppose I should also offer my apologies. You never would have suffered had I not been so foolhardy. And I do also appreciate your assistance with that matter.” Victoria nodded and glanced down at her feet. Shifting her weight, she thought over how to broach the subject she’d actually come about. She’d had it all planned out on the trip over. But now, repeating the words in her head made her sound crazy. “Victoria?” She hadn’t realized she was lost in thought until she heard Rowan clear his throat. “Are you well, Luv?”

“What? I—yeah…um—Rowan…” Victoria took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Maybe she was crazy.

“Victoria?” Dipping his head to peer into her eyes, Rowan’s brows knitted with concern. “Wha—”

“Why are you in my dreams?” she blurted.

“Excuse me?” he asked through a watery laugh.

“I’m having…dreams, Rowan, really—suggestive dreams about you. What did you do to me?”

“Perhaps you’re just beguiled by my roguish charms and devilish good looks?”

“This isn’t funny. I can’t close my eyes without seeing—all…of…you!” she said, motioning with her hands at his large frame.

“Trust me, Princess, I’m not laughing. Quite the opposite, in fact. But, considering you’ve never seen me starkers, I do hope you were generous in your imagination.” Rowan smiled and stood, moving closer as he spoke until he was standing within arm’s reach of Victoria, his voice taking on a more serious tone. “This happens when you allow a vampire to feed from you. Don’t worry, it’s perfectly normal and will go away with time.”

“But you fed from me before and this didn’t happen.”

“You were compelled the first time in that…regrettable act. You willingly gave yourself the second. There’s a certain—intimacy that accompanies feeding; when it’s permissible.”

Victoria thought a moment, closing her eyes as she let his words penetrate. “But when Derrick…”

“You and he are lovers. You wouldn’t think it strange to have the odd romantic dream every now and again.”

“Ok. So, I’m not thinking about cheating on Derrick with his Sire?”

“Well, I said the dreams are normal. I can’t control what you’re actually thinking or what you want to do, Little Witch.”

“Sure, you can. It’s called compulsion.”

“You know what I mean, Luv.” Wetting his bottom lip, Rowan reached his hand to her cheek and gently stroked his finger toward her chin, lifting her face to meet his eyes. “Have you spoken to Derrick about your dreams?”

“No!” she answered quickly, startling herself. “I mean—I didn’t want him to think I felt that way. It was hard enough dodging his millions of questions about the day I disappeared to help you.”

“What did you end up telling him anyway?”

“That I was on a case and unavailable. Luckily, my partner vouched for me so he stopped badgering me about not returning his calls that day. I guess I’m getting better at lying since it seemed to do the trick,” she said, tucking her arms against her chest. “Are you sure you didn’t do anything to me when you brought me back here.”

“Scout’s honor, Victoria,” he answered, holding up his hand. “Once I got you away from that place, I brought you up to my bedroom to let you sleep off the effects of that sodding drug. Afterwards, you woke up and went on your merry way.”

Victoria sighed, pleased with Rowan’s response. “Thank you again for not telling Derrick. I don’t know what he would have done if he’d known.”

“Trust me, I was not up to having it out about that myself. Derrick can be a little…irrational as far as you’re concerned. Where’s he now anyway? I’m half surprised he’s let you out of his sight again.”

“I don’t know actually. He got a phone call at breakfast and said he had an important errand to run.”

“Interesting.” Rowan thought for a moment.

“Why is that interesting?”

“Oh nothing,” he replied, his smirk returning as he moved back toward his glass. Taking a large sip, he turned back to face Victoria with a shrug.

“Really, Rowan? That’s pretty childish don’t you think?” Victoria asked, turning to leave.

“It’s just that—,” he said, waiting for her to turn around again. “Well, he seems to always have to know where you are and what you’re doing whilst you can’t really be arsed what he does or whom with.”

“‘Whom with?’ What’s that supposed to mean?” Victoria asked to Rowan’s silence once more. “Seriously, Rowan, if you know something, tell me.”

“I just happen to know someone from Derrick’s past is in town. Someone he once deeply cared for.”

“Are you saying one of Derrick’s ex-girlfriends is in Avondale?”

“Yes. Someone I once thought to be the love of his life. In fact, it was the very woman he gave his life for.”

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84: The Cost of Doing Business – Pt. 3

“Why is it any time one of you goes missing the other one thinks I had something to do with it or even care to help?” Rowan asked, leaning back against his chair. “I have no idea where your witch has gone off to, Mate. Perhaps she’s found someone more interesting to take to her bed?” Derrick made a threatening step forward and Rowan was instantly on his feet. “Careful now. We wouldn’t want to muss that pretty face of yours before your witch comes home now, would we?”

“If you’ve done anything to her…”

“Save your threats, Derrick. I’ve no interest in harming Victoria. She’s too important. Besides, I thought you had some clever way of always keeping track of her.”

“I do,” Derrick replied sullenly. “But I can’t sense her. Which usually means something bad.”

“Well then. No sense in dawdling here. Go and find your witch. We wouldn’t want the Elders thinking you’re incapable of protecting the poor dear,” Rowan grinned.

Derrick turned and quickly retreated from his Sire’s office with one goal in mind: finding Victoria—and soon.

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83: The Cost of Doing Business – Pt. 2

“Where is he?” Victoria shouted as she stormed through Rowan’s front door.

“Rowan gave specific instructions he wasn’t to be disturbed,” Marcel said, placing a hand out to stop her before she sent him flying across the room.

“ROWAN!” she growled as she pushed into his office.

“Victoria, please, do come in,” Rowan replied, disregarding her sudden intrusion. “What can I do for you?”

“Did you know what they were doing before you sent me in there?”

“Of course, I did, dear. Why do you think I sent you in there?” he asked incredulously.

“They are killing people; innocent girls in some—some blood ritual!”

“As I said, Victoria, I am fully aware. Only now they have started using supernatural creatures for their exploits,” Rowan said with a deep sigh, dismissively waving his hand. “Witches, Victoria, they are killing witches…and possibly a few warlocks. They are stealing their magic.”

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