“I could perhaps be persuaded to play hard ball, if you’d rather.” Who was he to deny Isobel the use of her considerable talents? Klaus’ eyes tracked her movements, watching as the dress shimmered like black gold to the ground. When it hit the floor, it took all his willpower not to yank her into his lap immediately. If not for the fact that she put on one hell of a show, he likely would have.
The collar was a lovely touch, and had his mind drifting off into all sorts of nefarious scenarios. Perhaps the hotel bed had a postered headboard? If not, he most certainly did back at the compound.
“Immortality does tend to bring out a wilder streak, but then…” He took hold of the leash as Isobel crawled back into his lap and gave it a jerk that was just short of impatient – enough to pull her closer, to taste her lips. “I happen to like a wilder streak. Such a pretty little kitty…and so eager. Have you no fear of the Big Bad Wolf?”
Klaus knew better than that; Isobel was fearless, and she always had an angle.
He kept one hand wrapped tightly around the leash and threaded the other through her hair, pulling her close enough that he could whisper against her lips. “I’ve no qualms about showing you my city, love, but let me assure you… should your…” He tightened his grip on both places, brushing the faintest kiss over her lips. “Should your loyalties be misplaced, I will also have no qualms about sending you on a nice long one-way journey down the Mississippi. Am I understood?”
It was doubtful that it would come to that, but he wouldn’t be himself if he left anything to chance.
“Now…where were we?” Klaus dropped the hand that had been in her hair, fingertips skimming over the front of lace panties. “I do believe you were telling me that a king needed someone exceptional. I am very curious to see your definition of that term.”
Using the leash to pull her head to the side, Klaus dropped a line of kisses on the exposed skin of her throat and pressed his fingers a bit more insistently against the fabric of her panties – making his point known. A moment later, he gave up on subtly and rolled his hips against hers. “Take these off before I am forced to buy you a new pair. I have learned a great many things in the years we have been a part, Isobel, but I can assure you that patience is not one of them.”
He grinned again, challenge in his eyes. “And then show me these considerable talents of yours.”
“I have a healthy respect for the big bad wolf,” Isobel said, voice lilting, promising, flirtatious. And she did. She had no illusions; a slow death from werewolf venom held absolutely no appeal, and she had no interest in taming Klaus. She only wanted to be a part of the inner circle.
Well, no. She wanted to be the inner circle, but that wasn’t possible. Next best thing.
As Klaus’s fingers threaded though her hair, Isobel felt her body warm, an ache between her legs. She was already slick with want before Klaus’s quiet threats, but those words had her heart rate climbing, a smile slowly spreading over her lips.
“People underestimate my loyalty,” she said, fully aware she’d made similar claims on their very first meeting. “I don’t offer up loyalty to underdogs, Klaus, but you’re the Alpha. Top dog. But don’t feel the need to stop threatening me; it makes me ache in all the best ways.”
Though Isobel didn’t mind the thought of Klaus buying her new lingerie – in fact, she had a very nice image of the two of them taking over a store and having their own little x-rated fashion show – she was more than willing to oblige, pulling gently on the discreet ties which held the barely-there scrap of lace to her hips.
In truth it was getting hard to focus. She rolled her hips gently against his fingers, just enough to torture herself. No need to get too much in the way of satisfaction too quickly, and she knew Klaus generally took a similar approach to things.
Without dislodging her throat from his mouth, Isobel reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, neat breasts just barely swaying under their own weight. And there they were, same as last time; Isobel down to her garter belt and silk stockings, Klaus fully clothed. The imbalance of power had her shivering again.
She settled over Klaus’s thighs, leaving herself adequate space to unzip his jeans.
“So many talents,” she said, pulling perversely against the leash, just to make him pull back. “You know the best thing about vampire girls, though? We don’t need to breathe.” She slipped her hand inside his pants, closing her hand around the silky flesh of his cock, rolling it torturously in her hand, and leaned closer to his ear.
“I’ve been fantasizing about choking on this for months. This, and more; you, fucking me from behind, over a couch, on the floor, against the wall… You and me, we work so well together,” she purred, as she felt him stiffen in her hand. “Can you smell me? It’s all for you.”
