My Stepmom Is a Vampire
Copyright© 2025 by Vamp
Chapter 33: Mulled Wine
Seamus waited anxiously inside Isolde’s private office. His eyes drifted across the fireplace, the wine shelf near the office desk and chair, and the tall bookshelves lining the walls.
The room was both comfortable and elegant, just like Isolde herself.
Still, his thoughts kept circling the Crow and the leak of his identity.
‘Someone from this house must’ve spilled it. Maybe the maid or the butler? Or maybe the creature who wants the matriarch gone... ‘ he thought.
Seamus knew he had Madeline as an ally, but he wasn’t naive enough to dismiss the possibility of betrayal. They’d only met twice and not on good terms to call their relationship as friends.
But, why would she expose him like this? Did she want to trigger a war within the Vampire Covenant?
Only Madeline could answer that. But instead of chasing answers, here he was, spending his evening with Isolde.
He stood. “I need to go and meet her.”
Just as he approached the door, it opened. Isolde stepped in, followed by a maid pushing a trolley of food and drinks.
“Oh? Going somewhere?” she asked, cocking a brow. “Weren’t we going to talk about what happened in the forest?”
“Yeah ... I thought you were gonna keep me waiting for a long time. I just can’t stand still when my life is in dang—”
Before he could finish, Isolde lifted a finger to his lips and leaned close to whisper in his ear.
“Let’s not talk about such things in front of human ears, shall we?” Her lips brushed past his skin, making him shiver.
“Ye-yeah. Right.” He sank back onto the sofa, eyes fixed on the fire.
The maid arranged the dishes with quiet efficiency, placing the food and a steaming jug of mulled wine onto the table. Then she bowed and slipped out.
Isolde smirked as she approached, then sat down beside him—so close her body pressed into his.
“Uh, Isolde? There’s ... a lot of space on this couch,” he said, trying to ignore the obvious.
“Yeah. And I decided to sit here.” She tilted her head.
Her long silver hair spilled across his thigh, along with her hand that casually rested there, giving it a light squeeze.
“Do you want dinner? I can spoonfeed you if you’d like.”
Seamus swallowed hard. His gaze shifted away, desperately trying not to stare at the deep slit of her cleavage exposed by her dress.
She noticed, of course. Her smirk deepened as she took his arm and guided it into the warm valley between her breasts.
“What is it?” she whispered, her voice was tempting. “Do you want to breastfeed from mommy’s milk again?”
His face flushed, the memory of their last session rushing back all too vividly.
He had important things to talk about. Urgent, serious things. But right now?
Right now, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to talk first or just surrender to her. The temptation was crushing his junior that screamed behind his jeans.
But before Seamus could open his mouth, Isolde’s hand slipped into his pants and grabbed his hardened cock, making his entire body tense.
“Mmm. Someone’s eager,” she murmured, her fingers wrapping around his shaft. She stroked him slowly, her grip firm but teasing. The steady rhythm made his breath hitch. He grabbed her wrist, but she didn’t stop.
“You don’t have to hold back, dear. Just give me one word...” Her voice dropped to a seductive whisper, eyes narrowing with intent. “And I’ll make sure you forget everything—every burden, every fear.”
“But that crow—”
“That’s not your problem.” Her fingers moved again, lazily pumping him as her red eyes glinted with amusement. “Anything that threatens you? I’ll deal with it. I’m the matriarch now, remember? You’re under my care.”
Seamus felt his already crumbling resistance shake.
“How about Viviane?”
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