him feel alive again.
Extracting his fangs he licked the wounds clean helping them to heal quicker. “Thank you Marcy, I will let you retire for the night now.”
“Have a good night Lochlann and please, take care of her,” a knowing smile on her lips.
“Hi,” Amber said shyly as she exited her room, ready to head down to the club. He had worried how she would be around him now after last night but he couldn’t sense any emotions coming from her that would worry him too much, though she still seemed nervous around him, a little unsure. He would settle her nerves, he told himself. They would carry on as normal. That was unless she instigated anything, then he would only too happily oblige.
He had spent the day replayin g last nights in his head, the scent of her arousal, her silky flesh under his hands, her moans of pleasure. When she had come on his hand he had wanted nothing more than to slip his fingers into his mouth, to taste her sweet nectar but then he had been overcome with the scent of her blood and she had risen suddenly from him and his desire to taste them had been forgotten as he had worked to reassure her that she was in no danger from him. At least he hoped she wasn’t. Anyone else would have been perfectly safe but there was something about her, she called to him.
They spent a good few hours in the bar talking, though she was a little quieter than usual. Tristan joined them for a while, filling him in on the previous night and the new members. Apparently ev erything had gone smoothly and Tex was free to re-join them if Amber wished him to. She refused the offer which he was very glad about. She was being a little distant but at least she still trusted him enough to be alone with him. He didn’t ask her to dance for him that night and as they made their way back to the suite Amber finally brought up the lap dance, “About last night.”
“What about it?” he asked.
“I feel so embarrassed. What must you think of me?” stopping in the corridor and hiding her face in her hands.
“There is no need to be embarrassed, and as for what I think of you… I think you are a remark able, beautiful, talented dancer who like myself was highly turned on last night and you was in need of some release. The fact that you asked me, allowed me to be the one to do it, to touch you. Well I am highly honoured.” Her face blushing as he pulled her hands away from her face gently. She was biting her bottom lip, looking up at him from under her dark lashes. He wanted to kiss her, to pull her hard against him and taste her mouth, to bite that lip himself. “Now let’s get back and order room service,” he said. Forcing himself to move he guided her towards the suite, his hand on the small of her back.
“Why haven’t you asked me to dance tonight?” Amber ask ed as they sat at the table for dinner.
“I wasn’t sure if you would want to tonight, thought I would give you the night off. You have been dancing for me for almost a week now with no time off.” Even though it was only one dance a night he felt that she sh ould at least have one night off from it, and she had danced twice the night before.
“I like dancing for you,” her eyes cast down at the table.
“I am glad that you do, but I don’t want you to feel like I am taking advantage.”
They continued their meals in silence then retired to the sitting area, Lochlann popping himself down in the chair he had sat in for the lap dance. He found himself quite fond of that chair now. Maybe when he left he would buy it off Tristan and take it back home with him, give him some nice memories of his time with her.
“Don’t you want me to dance tonight?” she asked.
“I think it’s a little late for that now, the night will be over in an hour or two.”
“Well I could always give you another lap dance,” she whispered, a light blush on her cheeks.
He could smell her arousal; it had been getting stronger and stronger through the night. What
Extracting his fangs he licked the wounds clean helping them to heal quicker. “Thank you Marcy, I will let you retire for the night now.”
“Have a good night Lochlann and please, take care of her,” a knowing smile on her lips.
“Hi,” Amber said shyly as she exited her room, ready to head down to the club. He had worried how she would be around him now after last night but he couldn’t sense any emotions coming from her that would worry him too much, though she still seemed nervous around him, a little unsure. He would settle her nerves, he told himself. They would carry on as normal. That was unless she instigated anything, then he would only too happily oblige.
He had spent the day replayin g last nights in his head, the scent of her arousal, her silky flesh under his hands, her moans of pleasure. When she had come on his hand he had wanted nothing more than to slip his fingers into his mouth, to taste her sweet nectar but then he had been overcome with the scent of her blood and she had risen suddenly from him and his desire to taste them had been forgotten as he had worked to reassure her that she was in no danger from him. At least he hoped she wasn’t. Anyone else would have been perfectly safe but there was something about her, she called to him.
They spent a good few hours in the bar talking, though she was a little quieter than usual. Tristan joined them for a while, filling him in on the previous night and the new members. Apparently ev erything had gone smoothly and Tex was free to re-join them if Amber wished him to. She refused the offer which he was very glad about. She was being a little distant but at least she still trusted him enough to be alone with him. He didn’t ask her to dance for him that night and as they made their way back to the suite Amber finally brought up the lap dance, “About last night.”
“What about it?” he asked.
“I feel so embarrassed. What must you think of me?” stopping in the corridor and hiding her face in her hands.
“There is no need to be embarrassed, and as for what I think of you… I think you are a remark able, beautiful, talented dancer who like myself was highly turned on last night and you was in need of some release. The fact that you asked me, allowed me to be the one to do it, to touch you. Well I am highly honoured.” Her face blushing as he pulled her hands away from her face gently. She was biting her bottom lip, looking up at him from under her dark lashes. He wanted to kiss her, to pull her hard against him and taste her mouth, to bite that lip himself. “Now let’s get back and order room service,” he said. Forcing himself to move he guided her towards the suite, his hand on the small of her back.
“Why haven’t you asked me to dance tonight?” Amber ask ed as they sat at the table for dinner.
“I wasn’t sure if you would want to tonight, thought I would give you the night off. You have been dancing for me for almost a week now with no time off.” Even though it was only one dance a night he felt that she sh ould at least have one night off from it, and she had danced twice the night before.
“I like dancing for you,” her eyes cast down at the table.
“I am glad that you do, but I don’t want you to feel like I am taking advantage.”
They continued their meals in silence then retired to the sitting area, Lochlann popping himself down in the chair he had sat in for the lap dance. He found himself quite fond of that chair now. Maybe when he left he would buy it off Tristan and take it back home with him, give him some nice memories of his time with her.
“Don’t you want me to dance tonight?” she asked.
“I think it’s a little late for that now, the night will be over in an hour or two.”
“Well I could always give you another lap dance,” she whispered, a light blush on her cheeks.
He could smell her arousal; it had been getting stronger and stronger through the night. What
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