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March 30 - March 30, 2022
The fact that right now, as the ground shifts beneath me again, all I want to do is clutch to him. Fuck him. Lose myself in him. Somehow, Bran Duval has become the only real thing in my life. The anchor that keeps me rooted to the earth. He isn’t the comforting type, but I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather be with right now.
“Mouse?” Kelly frowns at me. “Long story.” “Because you like grilled cheese so much.” She laughs to herself. “Clever.” “I am a clever boy,” Bran says, still dripping with sarcasm.
“We can petition the court to reverse her pledge,” Bran says. “We can?” Kelly nods. “Yes. Technically that’s true, but they’re rarely approved.” “That’s because they rarely have the backing of a Duval.” Kelly gives him a look. “The arrogance of a Duval is simply astounding.” “It’s not arrogance if it’s fact.”
“Damien and Kelly used to fuck before she was Pledged to Locke House. So I doubt he’ll object.” “Excuse me!” Kelly shouts.
“You slept with Damien Duval and didn’t tell me?!” Kelly is still shooting daggers at Bran when she says to me, “It was a very long time ago.” “Was it?” Bran challenges, like he already knows exactly how long ago it was.
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me,” I say. “It was…it wasn’t something I wanted to go around shouting from the rooftops, okay? I wasn’t in a good place.” “Not a good place? If Damien is anything like his brother, I’d say it was probably fucking nirvana.” “Jessie!” She whacks me on the arm. “What?” I laugh and rub at the sting as it fades. ...
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“Was it good?” I whisper behind the cup of my hand, like Bran can’t hear me. “Is Damien amazing in bed?” “Mouse,” Bran says in his scolding tone of voice. When I look across the room at him, his eyes are starting to fire. “I ...
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There’s considerable tension in the lines around his mouth. Is he jealous? We’ve yet to have a discussion about what this actually is between us. Vampires don’t put girlfriend/boyfriend labels on their relationships usually, but are ...
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When the glow in his irises intensifies, an errant thrill buzzes between my legs. My heart thumps harder. Bran’s chest expands as he takes in a deep breath. “Mouse.” I straighten. “Okay. I hear you.” “Wait.” Kelly frowns. “Are you saying you’re sleeping with him?” I make an innocent face at her. “Maybe?” “Jessie...
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“Is he fond of anything?” Kelly asks. Mmmmm, yes. Teasing the living daylights out of me with his clever fingers and dirty mouth. The ...
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Bran doesn’t immediately answer me and when I turn around, he’s suddenly there. He presses into me and I bang against the door. “If you don’t get control of yourself, little mouse,” he says, “I’ll take you right here, right now. I’ll fuck you loudly and without restraint.” He takes my wrist in hand and brings my arm up, baring the pale underside. He traces a vein with the tip of his finger, sending a warm jolt down my belly and gooseflesh down to my elbow. “Maybe you should control yourself,” I argue. “Oh, should I?” Fangs protrude from his mouth. “Yes.” “But you’re so tempting.” His eyes go
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On my next breath, he invades my panties and roughly shoves two fingers inside of me. I gasp out as he grabs me around the throat, forcing my chin up, exposing the column of my neck to his fangs. “I’m going to spend every waking minute making sure everyone knows you’re mine.” Then he sinks those fangs into my throat.
Delirium is a state of mind characterized by restlessness and incoherence. Pressed against my open closet door, when Bran fucks me with his fingers and drinks the blood from my neck, I think I sink into delirium.
“You want me to say you’re my girlfriend?” He pushes in hard. It catches me off guard and I yip as the door bangs against the wall again. “You want me to tell everyone I’m your boyfriend?” He puts pressure on my clit, holds it there.
“I want to stay,” I admit. “With you. I want to stay with you.”
“And I don’t want this”—I grab the considerable bulge between his legs and he groans—“inside anyone else.” He breathes out through his nose. “The little mouse has finally found her voice, has she? What if I say no?” Now he’s baiting me. And even though I agreed to obey him, I’m not about to roll over and be a doormat. “If you get to fuck whoever you want, then so do I.” His eyes tighten, fine lines fanning out as the very thought sends him spiraling into prickly rage. “Absolutely not.”
He leans in closer, his mouth just inches away from mine. “I would murder anyone who touched you.” I think he might actually mean it this time. “Do you know how many men I’ve murdered over a girl?” “No.” “None.” He brings his hand to my jaw, rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip. “If that’s not loyalty, mouse, I don’t know what is.”
He rips off my pants, then my panties and lifts me easily. It’s hard not to feel small and fragile in the arms of a vampire and I pant out an excited breath. “I will never”—I hear the familiar rasp of a zipper—“feel another pussy wrapped around my cock for as long as you live. I swear it on my life.”
He thrusts in. The door bangs. I tighten my grip around his neck. Bran Duval always keeps his promises. He fucks me loudly and without restraint.
It’s hard to ignore the command of a Duval. Clearly my sister already knows this because she gets up without question and follows Bran out the door.
“What is he doing here?” I whisper to Bran. “He can hear you,” Damien calls across the parking lot.
“I don’t much care what the court says,” Damien answers. “Kelly will come home with me.”
Because Bran Duval doesn’t give a fuck. He knows there are so few who could stand against him. The power is intoxicating. He is flesh and blood and walking fucking carnage. And he’s mine. All fucking mine.
“Even though it was terrifying, there was something overwhelmingly hot about it.” I would never admit that to anyone other than Bran, and I’m only just now realizing that the tingling I’d felt in my bones wasn’t fear, but exhilaration. And when I watched the blood drip from his hand, distantly, in some far corner of my subconscious, something dark stirred. “Wicked little mouse,” he says with a growl.
“Fuck me,” I say, panting against him. He lowers me to the ground, wraps his hand around my neck. His grip is rough as his eyes burn in the night. “Bend that ass over the hood then.” His voice is raspy and thick. “And be quick about it, mouse.”
I don’t dawdle. I’m naked and bare for him in seconds. I don’t even stop to think about the possibility that someone might drive by at any second and see me looking like a whore on the side of the road for one of the infamous Duval brothers. I don’t care. Because it’s true.
The hunger in his eyes causes his irises to throb bright orange. “I want to see what murder does to the taste of this pussy.” Before I can respond, he’s covering me with his mouth.
“Well, well, little mouse,” he says, his hot breath sending a new shiver to my core. “Murder makes you sweet.”
“Stop punishing me,” I say. “Stop fighting me,” he answers. “I want you inside of me.” “And I want to hear you scream my name.”
“Come for me, mouse.” “I want you to fuck me,” I say. “Oh, I will. But I’m fucking that tight little ass tonight and it’s not going to be fun for you. Because I’m going to destroy it.”
When he finally lets me go and straightens, dragging the back of his hand over his soaked chin, he smiles down at me with bright amber eyes. “That’s a good girl.”
“If you only knew what you do to me, mouse…” “I’d what?” He licks his lips, looks down at me with heavy, glowing eyes. “You’d run.” My heart kicks up in my ears. “I’m not going anywhere.” “As if I’d let you.” Even though I just rode the biggest high on that orgasm, my inner walls clench up at the reminder that he’s claimed me as his.
As I stroke him, I can’t help but watch his face, the way his mouth hardens and his jaw flexes, the way his Adam’s apple sinks low in his throat. All of these little movements that add up to one thing—Bran Duval wants me. He wants me as much as I want him and I’ve never been wanted in my entire life.
“You’re not prepared for this, little mouse,” he says. “Yes, I am.” “No, you’re not.” He brings his wrist to his mouth and bites into his own flesh. Blood coats his lips and drips from the wound. I frown at him, unsure of what he means to do and then— He holds his bleeding wrist over his cock, coating it in wet crimson. Fisting himself, he strokes long, once, twice. He’s using blood like lube.
He spins me around, bends me over the hood and grabs my hips, forcing my ass up. “Fuck, mouse. That tight little hole is just begging to be fucked.”
I want to know the intimate details of what’s inside his head. I want to know him like no one else does. Because in the end, it won’t be the fucking or the violence that makes what we have special, it’ll be the quiet moments like this when no one is looking, when he tells me his secrets and I guard them with my heart.
“Sometimes I’m afraid I’ll break you,” he admits. He reaches over with his other hand and pushes aside a lock of hair that’s stuck in the sweat on my cheek. “I will always be a little sadistic and you will always be breakable and so devastatingly beautiful it makes me ache.”
“I was turned too young to know what it means to love with a mortal heart, but if I had to guess, this must be pretty fucking close.” “Are you saying that you lo—” He clamps his hand over my mouth, snuffing out the word before it finds air. “Don’t.” I dare not move. “Don’t say it, mouse.” I give him a quick nod. When he pulls his hand back, satisfied that I’ll obey, I have to ask. “Why not?” He glances away from me, his gaze going to the dark horizon of the back road. “Because it fucking terrifies me.” When he meets my eyes again, there’s no glow to his irises. Just a hooded darkness. “And it
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"I've been thinking," I say. "There's something I want to get out." My heart picks up its tempo. "You keep telling me to find my voice. So I need you to listen." "I'm listening." "I'm not afraid of you." "Your heart rate says otherwise." I swallow, licking my lips. Bran towers over me, naked and intimidating. "I'm not afraid that you'll hurt me," I correct. "If I use the safe word, I know you'll listen and I'm not worried about what comes after. I don't think you're going anywhere and I'm not either. I have faith in you. I trust you. And you have to trust me when I say I know what I want. So
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"Now it's time you listen." I swallow hard. This better not be a rejection or I swear to god— "I love you, Jessie."
"I will never leave your side. Feel safe in using your safe word should you need it." He smirks and tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear. "I can control myself, even around that tight little ass." I laugh and duck my head. Heat rises in my cheeks.
"I am your knight," he goes on. "Your protector. I'll even be your vampire boyfriend if it pleases you. And while I don't think you fully understand what you've gotten yourself into, I am yours, in all of my bloody glory."
"I will bow at your feet," he says, "but you'll still obey me. And you'll only get this cock when I say you get this cock." I pout up at him. "Then say I get it." "Absolutely not. You need to rest. I fucked that ass hard." "Stop talking about my ass." "Why?" "Because it makes me blush." "I know. It's adorable."
But as soon as Bran comes to bed and slips in behind me, wraps me in his arms and surrounds me with his scent, I give in to the exhaustion and fall quickly to sleep, warm in the knowledge that Bran Duval loves me. He fucking loves me.
