Smut for Ladies by Ladies

Mina's Anniversary Special

Bryne waited calmly on the comfortable chair Mina had instructed him to sit in. What exactly was this anniversary surprise that took her so long to set up? Her room yielded no clues to the astute raven shifter.

The black candles were lit, as always, and sensual music played. Again, nothing out of the ordinary for his sex loving vampire. His nose wasn't as sensitive as a wolf's but he could still pick up the subtle scent of that perfume of hers he loved.

With the grace of a predator, she glided out of her room and slinked towards him. His jaw dropped as she purred his name. She wore a strappy black bondage outfit. It was complete with a little hook around her throat.

"I remember things, dear," she murmured into his ear as she leaned forward and thrust her voluptuous breasts into his face.

"Dear heaven," he breathed.

She smirked and shook her long black hair off her shoulders, "I'd like to think I came straight from there."

He groaned as she slowly stalked around the chair and let her hand glide across his chest. It gently grasped his hand and his other met it behind his back where she tied them with black silk.

Shit, she had remembered his fantasy.

She sauntered her way in front of him and bent, her fine ass moving into his lap, and swayed her hips. She straightened before he could ask for more and then turned. She slowly wrapped a leg around his torso and pulled herself into his lap.

"Christ, Mina," he groaned as her hips gyrated against his own.

Too soon, she slipped away and danced her way around him. He craned his head so he could see her moving her body to the music and swaying her hips suggestively. She slowly licked her lips and her fangs flashed in the candlelight.

He moved his head so his neck was freely displayed. If she wanted a bite, he wouldn't turn her down, not tonight. A light breathy laugh escaped her lush lips and she gently ran her tongue along his neck.

"Not yet, dear," she breathed.

He groaned as her hands drifted down his chest to his groin. With a careful precision, she extracted him from his pants.

She lightly nipped his neck and he moaned, this was a slow death and he was enjoying every moment of it. She danced around him again and crawled into his lap. As her hips moved he struggled to stay still. She had been very clear about him waiting and being perfectly still.

"Mina," he groaned as her tongue flicked out along his chest. She chuckled and grinded lightly against him.

Sweet torture, he thought.

She nipped him several more times before licking her way to his neck. She bit, hard, and he felt the skin part and the venom flow in. He moaned and his hips involuntarily jerked against hers. He loved how the venom would enhance his body's sensations.

She slowly gyrated her hips and he let out a small cry as she lapped the blood from his neck. The velvety feel of her tongue was like no other.

She ground harder against him and his own hips responded in kind. She let out a soft tsk and held his hips down. "No moving, darling," she crooned.

As she ground against him, she kept up a steady stream of licks and nips. Her fangs grazed against his skin deliciously.

The soft skin of her inner thighs brushed against him and he moaned. The feeling was divine. She increased her pace and he felt himself become undone beneath her.

She let out a breathy laugh, "Happy anniversary, Bryne. Let's eat before round two, shall we?"