VAMPIRE VIGNETTES #3 – ADULTS ONLY!!

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THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS BOTH GRAPHIC SEX AND PROFANITY. PLEASE DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER IF YOU WILL BE OFFENDED BY SUCH CONTENT.

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SPOILER ALERT!

READERS SHOULD BE AWARE THAT THE FOLLOWING STORY ASSUMES THE READER IS ALREADY FAMILIAR WITH BOOKS ONE AND TWO OF VAMPIRES IN AMERICA, AND THAT IT DOES, IN FACT, “SPOIL” THE ENDING OF THOSE BOOKS.

THE INVITATION

Raphael lifted his head as the doors opened and Cyn entered his office. He watched appreciatively as she strolled across the thick carpet towards him, her hips a seductive sway over high, high heels and long legs that went on forever beneath a snug black skirt. She’d been at some sort of social event this evening, a fundraiser for her friend Lucia’s teen shelter. She didn’t ask him to attend these things with her, knowing the human gatherings would hold little interest for him, and he appreciated that. Just as he appreciated the fact that it gave her a reason to wore those heels and that skirt.

She came around his desk, idly picking up her mail from the corner in-box. Most of it was still forwarded from her condo. She’d only recently changed her mailing address, something he’d been agitating for her to do months ago.

Holding the mail in one hand, she dropped onto his lap, timing it perfectly as he swiveled away from the desk to greet her. Giving him a knowing grin, she wrapped both arms around his neck, throwing the mail back onto the desktop when it got in her way.

“Hey, gorgeous,” she murmured, depositing a warm, lingering kiss on his mouth. “Did you miss me?”

Raphael tugged her closer, one hand sliding up the smooth skin of her thigh as the tight skirt rode up, the other cupping her sweet butt. “Always, my Cyn. How was your event?”

She shrugged, her breasts moving charmingly with the motion. “Pretty standard. We raised a lot of money, though. More than Lucia hoped for, I think.” Her gaze fell absently on the discarded mail and she stiffened.

“Cyn?” he said, frowning.

She sat up and reached for the stack of envelopes once again, pushing aside most of it to pick up a single, square envelope of elegant white stock, the sort used for formal invitations. Or at least it had been, before even the most formal events switched to less traditional methods of invite. Cyn slipped a narrow fingernail beneath the seal, lifting the flap open and pulling out a slightly smaller, but equally elegant envelope with a formal invitation inside. Raphael could hear her heart speed up, her breathing shallow out as she read the enclosure.

“Cyn?” he said, again. He straightened in the chair, tightening his arms around her. “What is it?”

She glanced at him quickly, then shoved the invitation back into the envelope and threw it on the pile. “It’s nothing.”

“Lubimaya,” he chided her. “That was not nothing.”

She drew a deep breath and stood up, taking his hand. He let himself be pulled from the chair, wrapping his arms around her when she cuddled into his chest. She leaned back a little, looking up at him. “Are you busy here?”

He regarded her quizzically, his head tilted to one side. “I’m never too busy for you, my Cyn.”

She smiled, and there was something sad about it. “I know. That’s why I love you.”

“One of many reasons, I’m sure,” he teased.

Her smile was more genuine this time. “Come on,” she said.

He followed her into their private quarters, still puzzled by the mystery envelope. Whatever it was, she hadn’t been surprised to see it, had seemed to know what was inside as soon as she saw it sitting on the desk. It had troubled her, though. And that troubled him.

She turned into his arms, seeming to need comfort more than sex, or perhaps it was the comfort of sexual contact between them. Proof that he loved her, wanted her, needed her. Raphael knew his mate, knew that for all her outward self-assurance, she needed that reassurance from him. He wrapped her in his arms, pulling her close when she started unbuttoning his shirt. Tilting her face upward, he kissed her gently, taking his time, exploring her mouth as if it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. And perhaps it was.

Cyn sank into the kiss, moaning softly as her arms circled his neck, pressing herself against him, taking the kiss even deeper. Raphael smiled against her mouth. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” he murmured. He lifted her easily, carrying her to the bed and laying her down gently, tugging off her shoes and running his hands up her smooth legs beneath the tight skirt. Cyn released the side button and zipper, lifting her hips as he pulled the skirt down, tossing it aside. He eyed the triangle of white silk that she wore as underwear, but left it in place for now as he knelt beside her on the bed. Sipping from her mouth, he undid the buttons on her very proper, white cotton blouse one at a time until she lay nearly bare. Nearly was not enough.

Cyn watched him lazily, her eyes slumberous, as he pushed the blouse aside to reveal a lacy white bra which matched the panties and barely managed to contain her lovely breasts. He growled softly at the sight and felt himself harden in anticipation. Standing only long enough to kick off his boots and yank his sweater over his head, he stretched out next to her. She reached instantly for the button fly of his jeans, but he took both of her hands in his, trapping her arms over her head as he kissed his way from her eyes, to her cheeks, a quick brush against her soft mouth. She made a small, hungry noise, tugging fitfully at her hands. He looked up to see her green eyes hazing over with desire, half veiled by her long, dark lashes as she struggled to break his hold. He smiled and kept going, releasing her hands, freeing his to pull her blouse open and pop the front clasp on her bra. Her breasts spilled out from their confinement, her nipples a dark rose against pale, golden skin, rising plump and eager beneath his gaze. Bending to his task, he tongued first one delicious nub then the other, switching between them until both were swollen with his attention, until Cyn was gasping for breath, her hands pressed against the back of his head, her breasts thrust forward.

Raphael bit each nipple gently, scraping his fangs along the tender skin as he moved downward, licking a path across her ribs. Cyn’s fingers fisted in his hair, her head thrown back, eyes closed, her nipples wet and shining from his attention, her body taut beneath his.

He took his time, licking her stomach, her abdomen, gliding his tongue along the edge of her panties and nipping at the narrow band that was the only thing holding it in place. He teased her, running his tongue in a long, lazy swipe over the satin of her panties between her legs, feeling her hot and wet beneath the fabric, before licking his way back up over her abdomen.

“Raphael!” She gasped his name in protest, her fingers in his hair urging him downward once again, her sleek body rippling beneath him.

He chuckled softly, his mouth against her flat belly, feeling the shiver that raced over her skin, seeing her nipples flush with blood until they were the color of fresh cherries. “Oh, God. Raphael, please.”

He took the band of her thong in his teeth and tugged, snapping it quickly and pushing the fabric out of his way, growling as the smooth skin of her pussy came into view. He urged her legs wider, opening her to his gaze, sliding one finger deep into the crease of her folds to reveal the flushed and heated center of her sex, soaking wet and eager for his attention, for the plundering of his cock. Raphael raised his head once again, capturing her gaze and licking his lips slowly, letting her see his own hunger. Cyn groaned and fell backwards, her hands moving to cup her breasts, pinching the nipples he had tormented to an aching intensity.

Lowering his head once again, Raphael ran his tongue through her satiny slick folds, tasting the sweet nectar that was his Cyn, feeling her tremble beneath his hands. He licked long and slow, savoring the sensation of her juices on his tongue, the velvet of her skin, her soft moans of pleasure, before turning his attention to the hard, pink pearl of her clit, swirling his tongue around and over it until it too was swollen with desire. Cyn was pleading with him, whispering his name over and over, her head thrashing back and forth in frustration. Without warning, he sucked hard on her clit, tugging it into his mouth at the same moment he plunged two fingers deep inside her.

She climaxed instantly, her back bowing with a wordless cry, her hands clutching the twisted sheets beneath her. Raphael felt his own blood heat at the sight of her orgasm, at the feel of her thrashing beneath him in uncontrolled pleasure. But it was not enough. Not tonight. He pressed his mouth to the delicate skin on the inside of her right thigh, already wet and slick with the juices of her climax. He could smell the blood beneath her skin and muscle, could hear it rushing through the plump femoral vein. Gripping her thigh in one hand, he slid his fangs smoothly beneath her skin, puncturing the vein with practiced ease. Cyn stiffened beneath him, sucking in her breath as the euphorics from his saliva mingled with her blood, electrifying every nerve all at once. She moaned at first, then let out a long wailing scream as a second climax tore through her helpless body.

Raphael held her hips tightly in place, drawing slowly, luxuriously of her blood, feeling it fill his mouth and coat the back of his throat, bringing heat and engorging his cock to the point of pain as it strained against the rough denims he still wore. Withdrawing his fangs, he ministered solicitously to the puncture wound in her thigh, not wanting anything to mar the smooth perfection of her skin. That done, and with Cyn still jerking against him in the final throes of her orgasm, he permitted himself a last, lingering taste of her sweet, wet sex. She came up off the bed as his tongue scraped over her exquisitely sensitive clit, falling back weakly when he began to move slowly up her body, withdrawing his fingers from inside her and wiping their wetness against her stomach as he worked his way up her torso, nipping at her breasts and finally taking her mouth, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, tightening her legs over his hips. “You’re still dressed,” she fretted breathlessly.

Raphael laughed, holding her close and rolling them over so she was on top of him, sliding her down his thighs until he could reach the buttons on his fly, barely able to unfasten the straining fabric over his rock hard erection. Cyn slipped off her blouse and bra, dropping them heedlessly behind her, running her hands provocatively through her hair and thrusting her breasts outward. Raphael watched her, the dim silver glow of his eyes beginning to fill the room as his hunger grew.

Impatient now to bury himself inside her, he tore his fly open, freeing his cock at last. Cyn laughed delightedly, pushing aside his hands and releasing the remaining buttons, circling his cock with her slender fingers, stroking him up and down slowly. She bent to put her mouth on him, but Raphael snarled a warning, placing his hands on her hips and lifting her effortlessly onto his cock, releasing her as he thrust upward and buried himself to the hilt deep inside her swollen, wet heat.

Cyn gasped at the force of his entry, then began to ride him, writhing in delicious pleasure, rocking her hips back and forth sensuously, sliding herself along his shaft. Raphael watched her narrowly, his hands held loosely on her hips, enjoying the sight of her abandoned lust, her eyes closed, lost in passion, and Raphael slid his thumb between her legs, pressing hard against her clit.

Cyn’s eyes flashed wide open with shock before they glazed over once again, as her inner walls convulsed around him, rippling along his length in a heated caress that tightened every muscle in his body and left him fighting the instinctive and powerful urge to fill her with his seed. Above him, Cyn’s hands were stroking greedily over her stomach, her breasts, her arms, moving continuously as if she couldn’t get enough of her own touch.

It was too much for Raphael. Pulling her against his chest, he rolled them over once more, spreading her legs wide with his hips as he began to thrust inside her, forcing his way through the grip of her trembling sheath, feeling the tip of his cock hit her cervix with every down stroke. Cyn tightened her legs, wrapping them around his hips, crossing her ankles over his butt, trying to hold him deep inside. Raphael growled and plunged harder, feeling the heat build between them, the friction of his cock against her tender skin, the slap of his balls against her ass. She keened wordlessly, tears flowing over her flushed cheeks, her nails digging bloody furrows down his back as ecstasy carried them both over the edge. His cum filled her with a heated rush as her body squeezed him almost painfully tight, milking him for every last drop as he collapsed against her, his weight crushing her to the bed, his mouth finding hers in a last breathless kiss.

What seemed like hours later, they lay entwined, sweat soaked, the damp sheets growing cool beneath them as they lay too weak to get up and do something about it. Cyn lay on her stomach, one leg over his hip, her still hot, wet sex pressed against his thigh. Her head was on his shoulder, her arm falling limply over his chest. Raphael had one hand behind his head on the pillow, the other holding her close, rubbing idly up and down the soft skin of her back.

“What was it, my Cyn?” he asked softly.

She tensed briefly, then sighed, a gentle movement of her shoulders up and down before she kissed his chest. “My grandparents,” she said. “It’s their sixtieth wedding anniversary.” She was silent for a moment, her fingers turning aimless circles through the hair on his chest. “They’re having a party. Very elegant, black tie, the whole disaster.”

“Do you plan to attend?”

She sighed again. “I guess I have to. My grandparents weren’t much on affection, but my grandmother at least tried. She always brought me presents anyway. You know, for holidays and birthdays. Stuff like that. She never stayed long, but she at least made the effort.”

“Your father didn’t buy you gifts?”

“Of course, he did,” she said. “Can’t have the help thinking he’s a bad parent. The very latest gifts from the very trendiest stores delivered right to my door. But he never showed up in person. Not a single birthday or holiday. Not one.”

“I see.”

“So,” she said casually. “If I decided to go. You know, to my grandparents’ thing … would you go with me?”

“Of course, lubimaya. Why would I not?”

“I don’t know. It’s very formal and you don’t like humans that much.”

“I like some humans,” he teased, nuzzling her gently. She preened under his ministrations like a sleek cat, and he ran his hand down her back and over her hip, resting it there. “Would you want me there?” he asked carefully.

“Hell, yes. Why would I not?” she asked, mimicking him.

He slapped her ass in warning, but said, “I am Vampire, my Cyn. Perhaps your people won’t approve.”

She snorted dismissively. “My father only cares about the bottom line, Raphael. You’re rich. He’ll love you.”

“And your grandmother?”

“I don’t know,” she said, pursing her lips thoughtfully. “But she does appreciate a pretty face, and you do look very fine in a tux. I think you’ll pass muster.”

“I am relieved,” he said dryly. “And I shall put it on my calendar.”

“Thank you, Raphael,” she whispered against his neck, her relief evident in her voice and every muscle of her body.

Raphael held her close, listening to her breathe, feeling her relax at last as she fell into an exhausted sleep. And as they lay there together, he wondered what sort of people her family must be to treat a child so cruelly? What sort of fools to ignore the treasure that was his Cyn. And he knew he would find out soon enough.

To be continued . . .