Page 90 of King’s Kismet

He pursed his lips, walking around the vehicle to climb into the driver’s seat. As he put his keys in the ignition, he turned to grin slyly at me.

“I’ll fuck you on the Ferris wheel,” my vampire bargained, his voice husky with desire.

“No, thanks. Wait.” I held my hand up to stop the conversation, backtracking over his words.

“Unless you’ve brought a toy with you,” he continued. “In which case, I’d be more than happy to assist you with reaching your peak. Or watching. I’m good with either.”

Gods.

I rode the entire way into town in silence, wondering which of those scenarios sounded more appealing. Novak kept side-eyeing me, a devious smirk firmly plastered across his lips as he listened to my internal musings.

When we finally made it to our destination, parking was a nightmare. The lot was full of cars and trucks, and people running to catch up with their groups. Novak pulled his precious G-Wagon as far in the back of the lot as possible.

He snorted at my thoughts. “This car is my baby.”

“I’m your baby,” I teased, chuckling to myself at how weird that sounded.

“No, you’re my Trouble. My vice. My addiction.” He placed our clasped hands over his motionless heart, dramatic as ever. “You make my heart beat, Lo. You make my dick sing and my mind form poetry. Would you like a poem about how much I love you?”

My lips twitched, and I covered my mouth as I fought not to cackle at him. “So, the Ferris wheel first, and then what?”

“It was the singing dick bit that got you to make up your mind, wasn’t it?” He waggled his brows, the metal rings catching the multicolored lights from the ticket booth sign. “We’re just having fun, Trouble. There are no plans, no itinerary, no rush. We can do whatever we want.”

While we waited in line, Novak made faces at the toddler standing with his parents in front of us. I took the time to scan what I could see of the crowd. I didn’t see or sense any threats, but I did find a strange blonde man standing right inside the entrance, glaring at us.

My vampire paid a burly woman in the ticket booth for entry. The pungent smell of cigarette smoke wafted off of her, sticking to the armband she wrapped around my wrist. Once we were inside, Novak’s enthusiasm became contagious. He reached for my hand, practically hauling me straight to the Ferris wheel.

In line yet again, I surveyed the people milling around us. Human-watching was fascinating, but not when they were staring at my mate like he was a part of the freak show.

“Novak,” I murmured, turning to face him. “Why is everyone—Why are your fangs out?”

“It’s Halloween, Trouble. I want to walk around with my fangs out while I can technically get away with it. This is my favorite time of the year for that reason alone.”

As we made it to the front of the line, Novak slipped the young man running the Ferris wheel a hundred-dollar bill. “Let us go by ourselves and stop us at the top for a few minutes, would ya?”

My vampire winked at me, and I rolled my eyes at how well he’d planned our night. The cheeky asshole was always up for sex in public. While I wasn’t opposed, I wondered how long it would take before someone caught us, and we both ended up needing Blaire to bail us out of jail.

As the wheel started moving us up and up, Novak growled, patting his lap as he bit his plump bottom lip. “Come here, Trouble.”

Hours of mental foreplay rushed at me with a vengeance. My vampire had been putting in work before our date began, no doubt planning exactly this. How could he turn me on so quickly?

I knew how he did it…

Addiction came in many forms, and Novak Malin was one of them.

I licked my lips, pulling up the back of my dress as he unzipped his pants. The bucket of the Ferris wheel swayed as I moved to sit on my vampire’s lap, sinking onto his cock with a contented sigh. I put my hands on his knees, using the leverage to lift myself up. But he quickly shoved me down, impaling me.

Over and over, we worked each other into a frenzy while trying to not rock the ride. His piercings bumped against my entrance. And he covered my mouth with his hand to keep me quiet as he trailed his lips across my neck.

His fangs scraped the sensitive skin behind my ear before he struck. Elongated canines plunged into my flesh as he rubbed tight circles against my clit with his right hand.

I grabbed his left, sliding his wrist to my lips and placing a gentle kiss over his veins. When my own fangs grazed his skin, he shivered against my back, his thrusts becoming erratic as I bit into him.

Vampire venom rushed through us, bringing the painfully blissful edge of a too-sudden release along with it. My orgasm slammed into me like a freight train, destroying my will to stay quiet. I moaned into the night sky, uncaring about the people in the surrounding buckets.

A quick, dirty fuck with my vampire was exactly what I needed to start the night out with a bang.

As the Ferris wheel began its rounds, I snapped my fingers, cleaning us both up before lounging at Novak’s side. We enjoyed the stars and darkness of the Tennessee night, hindered only by the flashing lights of the carnival grounds. Our date could only get better, and I was ecstatic to see what he had… not planned.