Killian jumped when Emma set his cock ring off again. She'd been in meetings most of the day and hadn't been able to tease him much. He loved that she'd already given him a key to her place. Was it too soon to talk about moving in? If he was spending most of his nights there, didn't that make more sense?

When he arrived at her townhouse, he was surprised to find Walsh and Neal standing there as she held up tuxes and ties. "You're early!" She beamed and ran over to greet him.

All of his irritation at seeing the two men melted as she kissed him as if he'd been away at sea. He used both hands to grab her delectable ass and hoist her into the air. Emma didn't even break the kiss to wrap her legs around his waist. She hummed in his mouth when he touched his tongue to her fangs.

"I missed you." She thumbed his lips and kissed him again.

"I missed you too." He groaned and nipped at her ear. "I thought tonight was ours?"

"Something came up and I needed to start preparing. I was hoping to be done before you got here." She explained with a pout. "Dinner should be almost finished. Give me 10 minutes and I'm all yours."

"I'm finished in the kitchen. Is there anything else, Emma?" Another tall man with blue eyes and a long scar on his neck appeared. He had the same slightly dazed look that Walsh and Neal had.

"Thanks, Jeff. I'll call you." She smiled.

"Who was that?" Killian asked, watching the man leave. "Does he have a key?"

"Yeah." She turned his head back to look at her. "10 minutes and I'll meet you in the bedroom?" He was still glaring at the door. "Neal. Walsh. Go home. I'll text you."

Once the door shut, she watched him. "Alright. What's wrong? I thought today was a good day?" She frowned.

"Why do you need them when you have me?" He snapped.

She leaned on the wall. "I need them for dinner. If I were to drink from you like that, you wouldn't be able to replenish. And I would be dangerous to everyone that hungry."

"So there's going to be three of them now?" Hopefully she never looked at his search history to know he'd researched blood donations and if he could increase that rate.

"Three is a good number, but I need them to be a better fit. I'm going to find someone else for them at the party. Walsh doesn't do as well with me." She shook her head. "Besides, you don't particularly like them and I'd rather keep you around."

The purr in her voice reminded him of all the times she'd made his cock ring vibrate during the day. "Wait." He closed his eyes as she licked her lips. He still had questions. "Why are they wearing tuxes?"

Emma threaded a hand into his hair and started kissing his neck. "I have to bring them to our matriarch's celebration. It's the 200th anniversary of her coronation and they have a space at the party to trade our dinner guests."

"Really?" Killian didn't fight it when she started pulling off his shirt. "Fuck, Emma."

"That's the idea, baby." She murmured. "To fuck Emma."

He carried her to the bed cursing when she produced the remote. She turned it up to the highest level yet and he had to pause and press her into the mattress. "Fuck, love. I need…"

"You know the right way to ask." She ran her tongue around the shell of his ear.

"Please, mistress, let me fuck you until you don't remember their names." He begged, rocking his hips against hers.

"You didn't come without me, did you?" She asked.

"No. I need you, mistress." He groaned louder when she began grinding her hips as well.

"Make me come, baby." She whispered. "I want you to make me come before we take the ring off."

He nodded and captured her lips in a desperate kiss. She finished undressing both of them. Bloody hell, he'd be lucky to last after she touched him much less after she came. "I'm so wet for you." She moaned and sank down onto his cock in one smooth move.

Killian urged her to ride him faster and harder. His cock ring hit her clit with every roll of her hips. Thank the stars she came quickly and removed the bloody thing. She rolled them so he was over her when he slid back inside her walls. She was still pulsing from her orgasm and he punched the mattress as he tried to get hold of himself.

Emma wrapped her legs around his hips. Her fangs pierced his skin and he came almost immediately. He'd never felt euphoria like that. She kissed him gently and stroked his back as he came down from his high. When he finally slipped from her, she cleaned him up gently, murmuring quiet words of praise. His ears were still buzzing, but knowing she was pleased and caring for him made him feel warm. Exhaustion followed after being on edge for so long and he fell asleep surrounded by her.

He woke up cradled in her arms as she carded her fingers through his hair. "Here, baby, I brought you some water." She handed him a bottle. He downed it quickly and she frowned in concern. "Do I need to get you another?"

"No, can we just stay like this for a while?" He asked.

"Of course." She sank back into the bed with him and let him pull her against his chest. "You need to eat soon and hydrate."

He hummed and kissed her hair. "I will, I promise. I just wanted to lay here a little longer with you."

"You've got me all night." She kissed his chest. "We can watch a movie if you want."

"That sounds good." He admitted running a hand down her bare back. He liked when she cared for him like this. The sex was hot and he didn't want to stop, but some nights it was nice to just get to hold her. "Tell me about this anniversary?"

"Well, vampires don't celebrate birthdays. If we celebrate, it's the day we became a vampire. For Cora, it's the day she became the Queen of the New York Seethe. It's an extravagant affair, with wine and champagne fountains, as well as some food for the human guests who will be there. It's a good time to arrange a transfer of your humans with another mistress or master." She explained. "We're all on our best behavior and every protocol is strictly followed for everything."

He frowned and ran his hand through her hair. "Why Neal and Walsh, but not me? Your humans."

"The juice boxes." She teased. "There are a lot of terms used, but the humans we use for feeding. Cora offers a time where we can transfer them to other households. They know a lot and sometimes they're much older than their relatives. Returning to their old life is no longer possible. Cora also enjoys more pomp so I'm sure there will be a star studded buffet for those of us sitting with her."

"And what am I?" He asked in a softer voice.

"What do you want to be?" She turned on her side so she could look at him. "Life in a vampire hive isn't easy, Killian." She brushed her thumb over his cheek. "Certain relationships mean outliving your friends and family, keeping a lot of secrets, and learning the protocol."

"I've already outlived my family, Emma. And I know you don't want me to be your…juice box." He sighed. "The happiest I've been is when I met you. I love you."

She kissed him gently, flicking her tongue over his lips playfully. "I love you too." She arched an eyebrow at him. "Is this just because you don't want Walsh near me?"

"I want to be part of your life, all of it." He cradled her head and kissed her again.

"Killian, there's more to it than a human marriage." She sighed as she brushed his hair back.

"Do vampires really have that many rules?" He scowled. She loved him, he loved her. He wanted to start forever with this woman. Why was it so hard?

She laughed and kissed him again. "There are rules to our rules, my love. My mistress once told me that a rebellious vampire was a dead vampire. So yes, we have a lot of rules. Most of them being how we interact with humans." She traced a finger along his chin. "I think I like the scruff better than the clean shave."

"Want to feel it between your legs? Have a reminder of me?" He waggled his eyebrows at her.

"You have no idea." She said in a low voice before she kissed him. "But first, you need to eat." She tapped his lips. "You eat, I'll tell you what's expected at the party."