Chapter 15

HAVEN

Grace’s hand was working magic on me. Her touch was warm and inviting, and she seemed to instinctively know where to touch me. Damn, she was a quick learner, my Grace.

Her eyes were locked on her task, but I could see the desire in them. She wanted me, and she wasn’t going to wait. But she had made me worry again, and for that, she deserved a little punishment.

Why did she have to make me worry like that? I was terrified that my brother had scared her away. I don’t think I could have handled losing her.

The more we touched each other, the more I wanted to claim her as mine forever. It was becoming increasingly difficult to control my instincts, but maybe I should stop trying. I was on edge after Silas’s call, and Grace was exactly what I needed to calm down.

She used her other hand to play with my balls, and I threw my head back. ~Damn, this feels amazing.~

She was teasing my balls while she continued to stroke me, and every time her hand reached the top, she would press on the sensitive spot just under the crown.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” I managed to grunt out.

She gave me a smile, but then her attention was drawn to the pre-cum that had started to bead at my tip. She spread it around my tip and gave it a quick lick. I moaned as my cock twitched in her hands.

“You taste good, Master,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

I grabbed her hair and forced her to look at me. Her eyes were heavy with desire. Her lips were slightly parted, and I could smell her arousal. She was perfect, and she was beautiful.

“I’m close, Grace,” I growled. “Show me those big tits of yours so I can mark them.”

Her breath hitched as she opened her blouse wider, revealing her chest, and her hands moved faster on my cock. I could feel my climax approaching, and I wanted her to watch me.

“Look at me, Grace. Look at what you do to me.”

She locked her gaze with mine as I came on her breasts. I grunted, and her name slipped from my lips. I would have preferred to come inside her, but she had other plans this time.

I stroked her head, and she looked up at me expectantly. Damn, she was adorable. She knew exactly how to drive me wild, but I wasn’t going to give in. She needed to learn that she couldn’t just leave me.

“Go clean up, baby girl. We need to leave,” I said, smiling at her.

She looked at me with wide eyes and was about to protest when I lifted her to her feet and kissed her.

“Come on. We don’t want to keep your grandmother waiting.”

“But...you’re not going to leave me like this, are you?” She pouted.

“You deserve it for trying to leave me,” I said, amused.

She blushed, knowing I was right. I couldn’t bear the thought of her leaving.

Having her ignore me had been torture, so she could wait a few hours before I took care of her needs. I led her back to the bathroom, and we both cleaned up before getting dressed.

I had to erase her grandmother’s memories of me after I left Grace with her ten years ago. I hated to go back like this, but...there was no other choice. I couldn’t let her remember me.

I wouldn’t know how to explain why I hadn’t aged. That would have been a nightmare. Now I just needed to convince her that I wasn’t too old for Grace, even though I had lived several lifetimes before meeting her.

“What are you thinking about so seriously?” she asked, wrapping her arms around my waist as I finished buttoning up my shirt.

“Your grandmother,” I answered seriously.

“Oh, yeah. You’re the first man I’m bringing home.”

I chuckled as I pulled her to my chest. “I was more worried about our age difference and what she would say about it.”

“Oh, right. How old are you exactly?” she asked, looking into my eyes.

“You know, that’s not something you should ask a vampire.” I smirked. “But I can’t resist you, so I’ll tell you. I’m 749.”

“What?” She gasped.

“I’m immortal,” I said, amused. “I’ll live even longer if everything goes well for me. Let’s just tell your grandmother that I’m thirty though. We don’t want her to react like you just did, baby girl.”

She was shocked, but that didn’t seem to bother her much. Good. I couldn’t do anything about my age anyway.

“When is your birthday?” she asked.

“October thirtieth.”

“Almost Halloween.” She chuckled.

“Yes, the irony isn’t lost on me either. Let’s go.”

The sun had just set, so it was safe for me to move around with Grace. No one should notice us. I grabbed the keys to the Porsche and led her to the garage. She gasped when she saw the cars I had.

I loved horses, but I had to admit that cars were more practical and easier to maintain. I had three cars here, but only two were street-legal.

The third one was for tracks only. The Porsche was the most discreet of the two while the Lamborghini was...a bit more conspicuous.

“I’ve never seen such a car before,” she said, looking at the Ferrari that was designed for tracks.

“I enjoy driving for sport,” I said. “This one is for that purpose only.”

“European cars...like you,” she said with a small smile.

“How did you know?” I frowned. I was sure that I had managed to hide my British accent perfectly by now.

“When you’re about to come, you always have a hint of an accent. I like it.” She beamed at me.

“You make me lose control more than I thought.” I chuckled as I opened the door of the Porsche for her. “It never happened before.”

“I’m glad,” she said as she sat down.

I shut her door and slid into the driver’s seat.

“You’re from England, right?” she asked, as I eased the car out of the garage.

“Yep. Thirteenth-century England,” I confirmed with a nod.

“Doesn’t it get exhausting, always having to change the way you speak?”

“It can be, but I’ve had hundreds of years to get used to it.”

“You don’t need to do that with me,” she said, resting her small hand on my thigh. “I’d love to hear more of it. It’s a real turn-on.”

I laughed, glancing at her. It was true that people often found the British accent appealing, and I didn’t mind being myself around Grace. She was the only one I wanted to let my guard down with. Her scent told me she was being sincere.

“How much does it turn you on, Grace?” I asked, dropping my guard and letting my British accent shine through.

“A lot, Haven,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

I placed my hand on her thigh, letting it slide up to the junction between her legs. She was wet again, just from hearing my voice.

I growled in approval, rubbing her through her clothes. She gasped and tried to grind against my fingers for more pressure, but I wasn’t going to give her what she wanted before we left her grandmother’s house. I wanted her to wait a little longer.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” I smirked. “I’ll take care of you once we’re back home.”

“Haven, please...,” she pleaded, desperation clear in her voice.

She knew how to make me reconsider. ~Damn~. I was so weak when she begged. What a perfect submissive she was.

“You’re being naughty, Grace,” I warned her.

“Please... I’ve been punished enough,” she whined.

“You’re right,” I chuckled.

I pulled the car up in front of her grandmother’s house and unbuckled my seatbelt. She watched me, her honey-colored eyes begging. How could I resist her?

I slid my hand between her thighs again, pushing her panties aside, while my other hand tightened her seatbelt.

She gasped as my fingers found her folds, the seatbelt holding her in place so she couldn’t move. I loved her reactions, and they made me want to reward her more than anything.

“We don’t have much time, so I’ll make this quick. I’ll take better care of you when we’re home.”

She nodded as I slipped two fingers inside her, stretching her, and she arched her back to intensify the sensation. I rubbed her clit with my thumb as I moved my fingers quickly inside her. Her breathing sped up, and she started grinding against my hand.

“Haven,” she moaned.

I felt her tighten around my fingers. She was more aroused than I’d thought. I leaned in close to her ear to whisper my next words.

“You like it, don’t you? Me fingering you in the car where anyone could see? You’re Master’s little bitch, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Please, Master. Make me cum.”

“Give it to Master,” I growled.

I covered her mouth with mine as she screamed in pleasure, her body tightening around my fingers. I might enjoy making her cum like this, but her moans were mine alone. No one else had the right to hear her when I was pleasuring her. No one.