The evening air was thick with humidity in Boca del Rio, Mexico. The loose-fitting, maxi dress swayed in the breeze as Adam led Sadie toward the quaint bar. The house was a few miles down the road and his driver dropped them off out front.
“You weren’t kidding when you said it was a hole in the wall kind of place.” Sadie took in the place. It was between two other restaurants and the exterior had wooden shingles with white paint that was in desperate need of a makeover. The wooden deck of the porch creaked under their weight. Twinkling Christmas lights were strung along the outside, giving off a friendly, festive atmosphere. The windows had flashing neon signs advertising beer and alcohol served inside.
The door opened and a couple walked out. They smiled and the male offered a nod, which Adam returned.
“Ready to go in?” he asked.
“Yes. It’s safe?”
“Don’t judge a book by its cover, Sadie. The food is fantastic, the drinks are always cold, and the music is like none other.”
“If you say so,” she whispered. She wasn’t one to necessarily judge a place, but by the looks of it, she sent up a silent prayer she didn’t contract salmonella or some other disease just by being inside the place.
However, as soon as they walked in, the interior was like walking into another place entirely. To her right was the bar, carved of ornate wood with shelves upon shelves of alcohol and samples of bottled beers. The barstools were tall chairs and there were two bartenders running the drink orders. The walls were covered with different pictures that had survived decades in the frames. There was a small wood burning stove to provide heat during the winter months.
“You were right,” she whispered to him. “My apologies. This place is quite amazing.”
“I’m glad you approve. Let’s sit on the back patio. Music will be starting soon. And I promised you dancing.”
She grinned. “That you did. Adam, do you know how to dance?”
He turned her to face him and rested his hands on her hips. “Woman, I have lived on this earth for a few centuries. I took the opportunity to learn how to dance in my spare time.”
She grinned and slipped her hands up around his neck. “I like it and look forward to your smooth moves.”
“¿Sólo dos?” the hostess asked.
“Sí,” Adam returned. “Porche trasero, por favor.”
“What did you say?” she asked.
“I asked to sit on the back porch.”
“Your Spanish is pretty good.”
“Nah.” He waved it off. “I can order us a few beers and probably call someone estúpido.”
“That means stupid, right?”
He nodded. “If you want a margarita or beer, just say margarita or cerveza.”
“Will do.” She slipped her hand around the crook of his arm as they followed the hostess. They took a seat at a table for two.
“Gracias,” he told the hostess.
“De nada.” She handed menus over then returned to the main dining area.
“What do you recommend?”
“The tacos or the enchiladas are good, from what I’ve been told.” He set his menu down.
“Are you ordering anything?”
“I might get a beer or something. I don’t normally eat food.”
Her appetite quickly disappeared. She considered this and wondered if he had fed.
And if he did, who was it from?
This thought churned in her stomach and she didn’t like how it made her feel. She didn’t have claim over the men, nor did they over her, but a streak of jealousy surfaced.
“What’s wrong?” Adam asked.
She shook her head. “It’s nothing.”
“No, it’s something. You were fine, then it just changed. I picked up on it. What’s on your mind?”
She sighed and set her menu down. Folding her hands in her lap, she looked into his eyes. “I have no claim over you, nor you over me. However, when you say you won’t eat anything, I have to wonder when you fed. It’s not been from me, so who were you with? I have no right to ask this, or to even feel jealous, but there it is. It bothers me.”
He grinned and leaned forward. He held his hand out for hers. When she didn’t immediately give it to him, his fingers did a ‘come here’ motion.
She rolled her eyes and placed her hand in his.
“It’s cute.”
“What’s cute?”
“You,” he told her with a wicked smile. “You’re jealous. I like that I have this effect on you.”
She guffawed at his statement. “So what? I’m jealous. There, I said it.” She went to pull her hand away, but his grip tightened. “Let me go. I’m mad.”
He chuckled. “Why are you mad? Because I called you out?”
“Yeah, exactly. Now, let me go so I can have my moment.”
He laughed again, this time pulling her hand to his lips. He pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles, then sat it down. “I drank from a donor. It was from a bag of blood. I have not fed on someone directly since meeting you.”
This made her feel somewhat better, but not entirely. Then his words hit home. “You haven’t been with anyone since we met?”
He shook his head and remained quiet.
“Tell me how it works, how you feed. Do you have donors, like volunteers?”
He nodded. “Yes. They’re paid by the Covenant to allow vampires who do not have blood demons to feed for sustenance. There’s unfortunate side effects that comes with being a donor, though.”
“Like what?”
“¡Hola!,” the server announced as she approached. “¿Qué Le gustaría?”
“Tomaré dos equis dos equis, y tacos de carne,” Sadie told the waitress.
“Well, aren’t you full of surprises,” Adam told her, then waved off the waitress, not ordering anything.
The waitress nodded, then left.
“I never said I couldn’t speak Spanish,” she smiled.
“Right, you just didn’t offer that bit of knowledge, either.”
She shrugged playfully. “Okay, so the Covenant offers donors and sometimes they can become addicted?’
“Yes, more often than not. There’s been cases where the donors have been put in a holding cell to dry out. Once they’re over the addiction of the feeding, they have a choice: have their mind cleaned of all experiences and returned back into human population or return to the Covenant to continue the donor program.”
“Why are they not optioned for the pairing with vampires?”
“There can be any number of reasons why they’re not a good fit. It can stem from addiction issues to not being properly trained for their role.”
She thought about this and realized she fell into the latter category. “So, if I knew I was a blood demon, and not being properly trained for my role, I wouldn’t be eligible for being paired?”
“According to the Covenant, no. But rules have laxed somewhat and some of our rulers don’t hold everyone to everything that is considered a law. Case-in-point, you. If you were found under different circumstances, Malik would interview you to see if you could be a fit for a clan, or if you were better as a donor, or to leave you be as you were.”
“I don’t think I’d function well as a donor. I can’t imagine being strapped to a chair where vampires fed from me day and night.”
He chuckled. “It’s not like that.”
“Then, tell me what they do.”
He sat back in his chair and crossed his left ankle over his right knee. “Well, they’re checked regularly for any diseases that could harm us. Once they’re cleared, they’re brought over like a visitation. The feeding takes place, then the donor leaves. In, out, done.”
“There’s no sex involved?”
“Sometimes there can be, but it’s consented with both parties.”
She nodded. How many times had Adam had sex with a donor? The thought brought her jealousy issue to surface again.
“I didn’t have sex with any donors. I know that’s what you’re thinking.”
“Stop doing that,” she growled. “It’s like you can read my mind.”
He grinned. The waitress brought out her beer, followed by the beef tacos. “Eat, then we’ll talk more.”
“I feel weird eating in front of you while you watch.”
“I can look away if you want.” He stood and turned his chair around, then sat with his back to her.
She laughed and shook her head. He glanced over his shoulder to her and winked, then turned his chair back around.
She took a bite of her taco and an explosion of flavors from garlic to lime danced across her taste buds. Cilantro, queso fresco, and media crema melted in with the flavors, bringing a groan from her lips.
“This is so good,” she mumbled, and took another bite.
He smiled. “I told you it was amazing.”
She nodded and took another bite, then a drink of her beer. It didn’t take her long to finish her meal. She wiped at her mouth, then drank the last of her beer. Tiki lights stood next to the porch and the hostess lit each one as the band began to setup for their set. She ordered another beer and watched as the band readied their equipment.
She still couldn’t get the thought of Adam, hell, any of the men, feeding from another woman from her mind. She had developed feelings for Charles and a part of her felt guilty for spending time tonight with Adam.
What was he doing?
Was he back home with William thinking about her?
What about William?
Were the other men jealous they had sex?
Did they know she had sex with Charles?
“What’s going on?” Adam asked.
She shook her head. “There’s just so much going through my mind right now. So much to consider, including your feelings.”
“My feelings? Like what?”
“I spent a good amount of time with Charles in Australia.”
“Yes, and you had fun, did you not?”
She nodded and lowered her eyes to her hands in her lap.
“I’m not sure what the problem is?”
She looked at him. Confusion shone in his eyes. “I’m not sure how much I should tell you about my time with him, what I should say to the others about what we did or didn’t do, or if I should share anything.”
“Are you concerned you’ll hurt our feelings?”
“Yes.”
“You won’t, I promise. We all agreed to spend time with you. We all want to get to know you on a personal level to help in your decision making. Whether that time is spent just talking, or fucking like rabbits, it’s time we’ll spend with you, and only you.”
“You’re okay with me having sex?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
She nibbled on her lips. “It doesn’t bother you?”
He shook his head. “Not in the least.”
“I had sex with Charles.” She said it before she could stop herself, but it was out there.
Adam grinned. “And you enjoyed it?”
She nodded and felt her cheeks burn as she blushed.
“Do you want to have sex with me?”
Her ears and neck burned as she nodded.
“And William?”
She sighed and lifted her brow. “Yes.”
“Good.”
“Good?” she asked.
He grinned. “We want you for ourselves, and we also want to share you. Having sex with you is one thing. It’s intimate and sensual. However, feeding from you is another dynamic all together. That is something we’ll only do together with you while having sex, or during a simple conversation.” He leaned in and whispered. “But I promise, during sex will make it fucking explosive.”
She swallowed hard and took a long pull from her fresh beer. “Okay, then.”
“Feel better now?”
“I don’t really know. I’m teetering on the line of indulgence and self-destruction.”
He chuckled and the music started. “Talk later, dance now.” He held his hand out for her and she took it. He pulled her to her feet and smiled. “You’ve done nothing wrong. You being here is what is right.” He pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “Now, let’s dance.”
The band started with a salsa song. She recognized the tune but didn’t know the words. Adam slipped a hand around her waist and took her other in his hand. He led her through the steps, and she followed him easily.
Finding they were the only one’s dancing, she looked around as people watched from the tables.
“Everyone is staring at us.”
“No, beautiful, they’re staring at you. You’re exquisite, like a rare jewel.”
She looked into his eyes and smiled. “You’re sweet.”
“You’re breathtaking.” He spun her, then brought her back to his body, her back to his front. He pulled her close, moving his body with hers. His lips feathered across her neck and his hands slid up her thighs to her hips.
Someone cat called from the tables and she closed her eyes. Their hips moved in rhythm like a hypnotic seduction, entrancing her in a spell of passion and lust.
Her head rested on his shoulder and her lips parted. He turned her to face him and their eyes met. The hunger between them could be felt, tasted, devoured.
“Adam,” she whispered.
“Sadie?”
“We’re not dancing.”
“That’s because I’m captivated by you. It’s taking all of my resolve to not rip your dress from your body and devour you right here.”
A breath rushed from her lips and her knees weakened. “Can we leave?”
He pulled his phone from his pocket and pressed a button. “Yes, we’re ready.” He hung up and took her by the hand. “Our ride awaits.”
Adam closed the door behind them. The air in the room suddenly turned hot, and it wasn’t from the temperature. Adam pressed Sadie’s back to the wall and his lips were on hers. She was hungry for his taste, his lust, his body.
He moved his hands down her body and cupped her ass, then lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he ground his thick, hard cock against her pussy. She was hot and wet for Adam and as he held her against the wall, he moved his hands to her breasts.
He pulled at the material of her dress until it ripped open. She gasped and laid her head back against the cool wall. He took one of her nipples into his mouth and squeezed the other, pinching and kneading it with his fingers.
“Adam,” she groaned, and her breaths were becoming labored. “I need you, please.”
“Let me have you, Sadie,” he whispered and captured her mouth with his.
“I’m yours,” she answered and pulled at the material of his shirt. “Too many clothes,” she mumbled against his mouth. “I need to feel you against me.”
He held her body to his and carried her toward the master bedroom. Laying her back, he ground his hips against her, his dick teasing her clit. The panties were lace and the friction sent a thrill of ecstasy through her core.
He sat up and removed his shirt, then shoes and pants. He started for his boxer briefs when she shook her head.
“Allow me,” she whispered and sat forward. Gripping his underwear, she slid them down his muscular legs and his cock sprung forward. As she sat back up, she gripped his length in her hand. He was long and thick, and so very hard. She licked the tip of his manhood and he groaned, fisting her hair in his hands.
“Let me fuck your mouth, baby.” Adam tightened the grip on her hair, and she gasped, closing he eyes.
She wasn’t the rough during sex kind of woman, but he may have just unlocked a side to her she didn’t realize she had. Because if the pulling of her hair and the wetness of her pussy were any indication, she wanted him to be rough with her. Pain was beauty in the right hands, and in his, she was his clay to form into a desire she was only just discovering.
She opened her mouth and took him in fully, until she gagged, and he pulled back. She closed her lips around his cock and sucked on his shaft, the tip coming close to the back of her throat.
“Swallow it, baby. Swallow me.”
She looked up and held his gaze as Adam pushed his cock deeper into her throat. She felt the reflex to gag and opened her mouth. “Not so far.”
“All right, baby. Try again.” As she opened her mouth, he slid further inside. She formed the suction as he pulled out and he groaned louder. “Fuck, Sadie. Fuck yes.”
She stroked his cock in time with her mouth, and with her other hand, she grabbed his balls, giving them a tug. She cupped and massaged his testicles as he fucked her mouth.
His hand tightened in her hair and he tilted her head back, freeing his cock from her mouth. “Lay back and spread your legs wide open. I want to taste your pussy. I want your come on my face and in my mouth, then I’m going to fuck that sweet cunt of yours.”
“Fuck,” she whispered and when he let go of her hair, she scooted back on the bed. Laying down, she bent her knees and spread her legs.
Starting at her knees, he ran his hands down her inner thighs and pushed her legs further apart, causing her pussy lips to open. He licked his lips and lowered himself to her. His tongue started against her clit with a long, smooth lick, followed by his lips sucking the pearl into his mouth, then nibbling on it. He lashed her hardened bud and pushed two fingers into her pussy.
“Adam, holy shit,” she groaned and ran her fingers through his hair. She gripped his tresses and pulled him closer against her pussy. “Fuck, yes, yes!”
He sucked on her clit and pushed his fingers into her, fucking her cunt. He pressed and massaged the sensitive area inside her, drawing her orgasm closer to the brink of letting go.
“I’m going to come, Adam. Soon, so soon.”
He pulled his fingers from her pussy and shoved his tongue inside her. He slid from her core to her clit, then sucked on her bud. He pressed his finger to the tight hole of her ass and circled it, smearing her cream against the puckered skin.
She gasped and lifted her head to watch him. She had never had anyone touch or fuck her ass before. She was scared, but also excited.
“Relax, don’t tighten. I won’t hurt you.”
She nodded and laid her head back down. Swallowing down the fear, she relaxed her body. Adam then slowly pushed in his finger as he continued to suck on her clit.
“It feels good, different, and, oh, there. Yes, there. Whatever you just did, holy…yes!”
He sucked harder on her clit and thrust his finger in her ass, and she shattered completely. She came almost instantly and harder than she had before.
As she began to come down from her orgasm, he pulled from her hole and swiped the come off his mouth. She grinned up at him and welcomed him as he hovered above her body. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he lowered his mouth to hers.
His tongue slid across her lips and she groaned as his cock pressed against her pussy.
“Fuck me,” she mumbled against his lips. “I need you.”
Adam pushed and his cock slid inside her, fitting her like a tight glove. He held still for a moment. “Are you good?”
He was thick and stretched her, but it didn’t hurt. She nodded. “Perfect.”
He pulled back and thrust his dick deep inside her. Sadie groaned, his name coming out in whispers as he peppered his lips down her neck. He sucked on her earlobe and he drove his cock faster, harder.
She held onto his shoulders and tightened her legs around his waist. She would lose herself to this man, to Charles, and soon, to William. She longed for all three to touch her, taste her, fuck her at the same time.
But tonight was about Adam, and as her back arched, she wanted to give herself to him all night.