VET Vampire Romance 01 - Covet

audience below them, watching the same show that she was. It was exciting to do this with him in the privacy of the box, courting the risk of someone seeing them, watching them as everyone else watched the performance.
    He muttered something about the feel of her thighs and the sight of her in the dress and swept his hands along the length of her bare arms. She frowned when he lifted her hands and placed them on the curved edge of the box and held them there. He pressed his body against the full length of hers, resting his chin on her shoulder.
    “Still watching?” he whispered and she nodded, her eyes fixed on the three couples below. They were writhing together now, swapping partners, an erotic vision of lust as they licked, palmed, suckled and touched each other on the decadent gold and red set. Her breathing quickened again, chest heaving against the tight dress, her body alive with hunger and need, with the ache to feel Javier’s hands on her flesh, re-enacting what was happening below them on the stage.
    Javier skimmed his strong hands down to her hips and raised her short skirt, his fingers curling the material into his fists. He tugged it up to her waist and slipped his hands downwards again, caressing her thighs. She gasped as he cupped her mound, holding it and drawing her backwards. He ground himself against her backside, the material of his trousers like silk against her bottom. He was so hard and she was so wet for him, throbbing with the need to feel him inside her, filling her just as the men on stage were filling the women with their long rigid cocks.
    His hand shifted against her, rubbing her through her panties, worsening her ache for him. His other hand caressed upwards, trailing over her thigh and skimming along the waist of her underwear. He kissed her shoulder and whispered dark things against her skin, things that only made her want him even more.
    “Do you want me inside you like that?” he breathed into her ear and she stared at the men on stage, watching as they took the women from behind, some of them bent over the red leather couches. She swallowed but could only manage a short moan as her response. “I want to be inside you. I’ve wanted it forever.”
    God. She wanted it too.
    She quivered under his erotic touch, writhing against his hand, seeking some relief from the pressure building inside her. She imagined what it would feel like when he finally claimed her body, plunging his cock in hard, his strong arms caging her against his body. It would be more arousing than anything she was seeing on the stage. She only hoped that this private performance didn’t end as the one below was due to—with bloodshed and death.
    “Keep watching,” Javier whispered and then kissed her ear and slipped his hand into the front of her panties.
    Lilah gasped and moaned, her breath hitching in her throat at the first touch of his fingers. He slid his hand into her plush wet petals, teasing her clit, and she leaned backwards into him, melting in his arms. He held her and ground against her backside again, thrusting harder this time.
    “So wet,” he groaned and bit her neck with blunt teeth, staying there a moment as though he couldn’t bear to move. He swirled his finger around her, then growled and suddenly pulled his hand out.
    Lilah jumped and clutched the edge of the box as he yanked her panties down to her ankles. He was rough as he pulled them off, tugging each of her feet up so swiftly that she almost fell. Her heart thundered, blood rushing through her head, colliding with her need for him and making her dizzy. He pushed the skirt of her dress up and groaned again as he kneaded her backside.
    He came to stand behind her and she shivered when she heard him unzip his trousers. This was really happening. She swallowed to wet her dry mouth and shift the lump from her throat. Her hands trembled, thighs quivering when he touched them, his hands firm against her flesh. He lifted her right leg and placed her foot on the curved wall of the box, exposing her to the draught of the theatre.
    The moans from the stage grew more heated but she still held her own inside, fighting the urge to join them. Javier didn’t hold back. He groaned as he caressed her thighs and his moan deepened when he reached her pussy. His touch was too much for her, bringing her too close to the edge. As if sensing that, he moved his hands away from her crotch and around to her bottom again.
    When he touched her this time,