Vampire in the Jungle Read Online Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Funny, Paranormal, Vampires Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
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The salesperson just nodded and wrapped it all up.

“So, what do you say we head to the amusement park next?” MF asked. “I think we have about two hours before they close.”

They stepped out into the cool summer air. He inhaled and exhaled with a cough. “This air smells funny.”

“Yeah. LA. Whatcha gonna do?”

“I would like to see this coaster of rolls. Take me there,” he said.

MF smiled. It was such a glorious thing to see this man shedding that big chip on his shoulder.

Suddenly, he turned, staring down at her. “But I am hungry.”

“So soon?” MF blinked.

“My diet has been very limited these past years, and we have been very active today—all that helicoptering and aeroplaning.”

“Ah. That.” MF nodded. “I can see if—”

“You. I want you now. We shall go to your automobile.” He walked off toward her new black Range Rover. She’d just bought it last week since her old car died.

MF’s heart skipped a beat. He wanted to drink from her again?

She inhaled slowly and exhaled. On the plane, it had made her come so hard that she saw stars. Of course, she had to hide it and act like she was in pain. Damien had looked at her with so much pity.

MF followed him. “Maxton, I…”

“Yes?” He raised a dark brow, standing by the passenger-side door.

She wanted to be transparent, but this was kind of embarrassing.

“Hurry now,” Maxton urged. “I do not want to lose control.”

She nodded tightly and pressed the key fob. “You can put the bags in the back.”

Maxton stored the clothes, and they got in the SUV. She started the engine and cranked up the AC.

“Jus-just give me a minute.” She flipped on the radio and turned up the volume. Maybe it would drown out her moans.

She glanced at Maxton, whose hungry green eyes were locked on her neck.

She swallowed hard. He wasn’t interested in her wrist this time. “Um, can you make it fast? I don’t want to get to the park too late.” But really, she didn’t want him making her orgasm again.

“I’ll make it very fast.” He leaned toward her, and she moved her long hair out of the way, exposing her neck. He inhaled deeply. “You smell very exotic.”

“Exotic?” she asked.

“Human, but with notes of bitterness.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“Do not be,” he said. “I like it. Reminds me of the ale I used to drink as a child.”

“Beer for kids. How 1700s.” She chuckled nervously.

“Do not be afraid.” He rubbed his hand over her shoulder.

“It’s just that I usually did the neck nibbling. Not the other way around.”

“I am quite skilled at this,” he said. “No pain. I promise.”

“Okay.” She leaned closer, and he bent his head, burying her face in his long silky hair. He smelled incredible—like freshly cut cedar on a spring morning.

She inhaled deeply and then—chomp!

“Ow!” she yelled, feeling his fangs puncture the sensitive skin.

He wrapped his arms around her to stop her from wiggling and began drawing on the wound.

The pain quickly turned into something very pleasurable.

“Oh boy. That-that’s nice.” First, it felt like a tickle in her neck, but as his mouth sucked and massaged, the tickle moved down, down, down.

“Oh, wow.” She grabbed onto his arm. “That is…wow…wow…” The tickle escalated into a sensual throb, radiating from her core, outward through her entire body. Even down there. Oh crap. That’s fantastic. It felt like being fucked from the inside. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” Yes, yes, I needed this. He’s amazing.

The throbbing turned to an erotic pounding, hitting her between the legs. She was about to come.

“Mmmm…” he moaned.

The deep timber of his voice pushed her to the edge of the cliff. More throbbing and pounding. “Oh God. Oh God. I’m going to—”

Maxton unlatched his mouth and licked his lips. “Thank you. That was very nourishing.”

MF blinked, her heart racing. “Oh, no you don’t, vampire. You finish me off.”

“You wish me to kill you?” He frowned, confused.

“Not that kind of finish. The other kind. You know—that thing you were just doing that made me feel like—”

“If I bring you to climax, your heart will stop.”

“Not true. I had my special moment on the plane.”

He cocked his head to one side. “You did?”

“It brought tears to my eyes.” She felt embarrassed telling him, but it was more important to get him to continue.

“Are you certain?”

“Yes, Maxton! I’m young, but not naïve.” Finish me!

“You climaxed and did not die. How unusual.” He looked out the window to his side, pondering.

“Hey. Can we just postpone the thinking? I’m kinda spinning right now.” She exposed her neck again.

“But I—”

“Do it, or I’ll stake you when you sleep tonight,” she growled.

He smiled but didn’t go in for another bite. “I just realized something about you.”

That I’m horny, and it’s your fault?

He brushed a lock of hair from her face. “Your parents could not have bestowed a more fitting name upon you, Mountain Flower.”


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