Trapped (5 page)

“So beautiful,” he murmured as he kissed his way down her back again. He felt her mind relax as she accepted his praise. “I will try to be gentle, my darling, but I honestly can’t guarantee it. The need is too great.”

“Then fuck me,” she urged.

He was torn between showing her gentleness and allowing his baser needs to take hold of him. He’d longed for her for the last hundred years, resisting his attraction to allow her to strengthen, to come into her own. She’d been too young back then to defend such a high position from those older and more powerful who’d have sought to take her place. And he’d refused to allow Jessye to use her as a bargaining chip to buy status for her clan.

Rejecting her had been one of the hardest things he’d ever done. But in the end, it had made her stronger. Now she was feared as one of the most efficient mercenaries of their people. She had even gained the attention of the high king. When she became his consort, her status would be guaranteed. He closed his eyes and breathed in.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“Yes.”

He reached down and took hold of his cock, positioning himself at her entrance. With one thrust, he nearly came when her core clenched around him. He groaned aloud. So hot, so wet, so soft, so tight. His fangs extended even farther; bloodlust clashed with arousal. He clenched his jaw, ignoring the painful throb of his fangs.

“Gods, you feel so good.” He withdrew until only the head of him remained inside her.

He shoved his hips forward, thrusting into her inch by inch, torturing them both.

“Stop playing with me, you bastard. All in me, now!”

He chuckled, pausing to lean over her, sweat misting his skin. He placed a kiss on first one shoulder, then the other. He kissed the nape of her neck. Releasing one hip, he took hold of her ponytail. He held the silken strands in a tight grip and pulled back, hard. Her head whipped back, and she growled. Placing his lips next to her ear, he whispered, “I’m in charge.”

He brushed the tip of a fang over the shell of her ear and felt her shiver underneath him. He pulled back his hips and pushed forward, then repeated the action until he was balls deep inside her.

“You are in my care now.” He withdrew and slammed into her hard, balls slapping against her slit. “I call the shots.”

He bit down on her earlobe, and she cried out. Her musky scent increased, her walls tightened around him, and he felt her cream slip down his thighs. He pulled her head back even more, tightening his grip on her hair. He started to pump into her with slow, hard thrusts.

“All. Mine.” The feel of being inside her, the scent of her need, was trying his control.

He trailed his fangs along the column of her neck, tracing her jugular vein. She shook beneath him. He pulled his head back before he struck. His fangs pierced the thin, delicate skin of her neck. Scorching-hot blood flooded his mouth. His hips started to work faster. He thrust into her harder and harder, branding her as his with each stroke.

He pulled his head away from her neck, blood slipping down his chin and spotting his chest. He threw back his head. One hand slipped around her hip, delving between the engorged lips of her sex. He found the hardened nub of her clit and stroked it in circles, slowly.

“Tell me, darling. Tell me how good this feels. How much you love having me inside you. You feel so damn good. Tell me how much you love the way I fuck you.”

She shook her head, and he laughed.

“Oh, I know a way to get you to say it.” He pressed down on her clit and started to slow down his thrusts. Her head turned, and she glared at him over her shoulder. Narrowed dark brown eyes glittered in a frame of black lashes.

“Fuck me,” she ordered.

Kit wanted to scream. He was going too slowly. His amused violet gaze was making her insane.

“I can finish myself if you’re not up to the task.” She smiled at him sweetly as she felt him pause within her.

His eyes narrowed, anger flickering in his gaze. “Don’t you dare.”

She relished the shift in power. She pushed her hips back and then pulled her hips forward, fucking herself on his cock.

“Oh no, you don’t,” he growled. He withdrew from her completely. Ignoring the ache, he stood up.

“What the hell are you doing?” She whirled around to face him, anger and arousal making her shake in frustration.

“Lie down on the floor and put your hands over your head,” he ordered.

She wanted to resist, but the need was too great. She wanted relief. “This is just about scratching an itch,” she declared, trying to ignore how much she missed his touch. Slowly, she lowered herself back onto the floor and extended her hands over her head, her eyes 3 never leaving his. She wanted to look away, didn’t want to watch him lower himself on top of her.

It had felt so good having him inside her. A feeling akin to completeness entered her body when he was inside her. She didn’t want to examine that emotion. She didn’t want to think, even for a second, that having him with her, inside her, would do anything other than to feed the need. She didn’t want to even think for a second that she had feelings for him.

She watched him drop to his knees and crawl toward her, his movements slow, lithe.

He was like an animal, a sleek predator about to mount its mate. The heat in his eyes terrified and thrilled her. No one had ever looked at her like that. Every glance told her he wanted her. It scared her how much she wanted to submit to him. A dark tendril of submissive desire snaked through her mind and body. She wanted to submit to him, give up her body and control to him. She always had wanted to belong to him. After his rejection, she had rebelled against that dark need. She shut it in the back of her mind, refusing to entertain it until she was alone and her mind could run wild.

She watched his head lower over her mound. The sound of him inhaling deeply made her shiver. Feminine honey slipped down between the cheeks of her ass, over her anus. She spread her legs wide, tilting her hips up, allowing him to see just how wet she was for him.

Silently showing him what she refused to say.

“So slick. I bet you’re still hot. I bet that juicy pussy of yours is aching to be stretched and filled by me. I bet you can’t wait for me to be inside you.”

She gasped at the tip of his tongue sliding up one nether lip and down the other. Her hips rose of their own accord, begging for more attention.

“Say it, darling. Say you want me to eat you. To nibble every inch of this beautiful pink pussy.”

She cried out at the scrape of his fangs over her pussy lips, the sharp tips causing pain that clashed with pleasure. She watched him as he maneuvered to balance on one hand while placing his palm on her stomach. She arched her back, asking for his touch. His hand slid up, slipping into the valley of her breasts.

“Tell me what you want. Tell me you want my touch, my mouth nibbling at these beautiful, thick pussy lips. I’d love to feed from you here. To taste your cream and blood mixing would be divine nectar not even the gods could replicate.”

“Oh, gods,” she moaned. She cried out when he pinched her nipple and nearly screamed when his fangs pierced one of her pussy lips. The soft pull of his mouth as he fed from her sex made her core contract. He pulled back his head, and his tongue delved into her slit, the tip circling around her clit and flicking the hardened bud. He sucked the turgid peak into his mouth, tugging hard. She bucked against his lips. Releasing her clit with a soft pop, he ran his tongue along the other lip of her sex. He bit her there, and ripples of pleasure and pain collided inside her. Her body jerked. She wasn’t sure what she should be doing. His fingers continued to torment her nipple as he drank from her.

She felt his power crack over her. Her wrists were tied together, her shoulders were pinned down, and she felt invisible rope around her ankles pull her legs wider apart. More of his power wrapped around her body, tying her in invisible rope. Thick strands of power wrapped around her nipples, squeezing each bud gently. A thin string of power wrapped around her clit, pinching the engorged nubbin. A thick shaft of power slid into her wet, tight channel. Another pole of power, this one thinner and surprisingly slick, pierced her anus.

“Fuck,” she cried out, squeezing her eyes shut at the sudden invasion. She shut out the burning sensation and pain. She had only been fucked up the ass twice before and hadn’t enjoyed it much.

“Rysen, no more. I can’t take any more.”

He growled, the sensation causing waves of pleasure to rush over her. He pulled his mouth back and lapped at the puncture marks. She opened her eyes, trying to breathe past the feeling of being so filled. Raising her head up, she looked at him.

“Rysen, I’ve --” Suddenly telling him that she’d had only had two lovers fuck her up the ass seemed wrong. Looking away, she bit her lip. Everything seemed to stand still. The pause and silence was pregnant with unsaid words that made her feel guilty for no reason.

Her body jerked at the feel of his tongue rimming her entrance. She looked back at him. His violet eyes seared her, pinning her with a possessive look. She opened her mouth to start again, only to lose her train of thought when the shafts of power inside her core and ass withdrew slowly before thrusting into her hard. She cried out as pleasure and pain collided.

“Tell me what I want to hear, and I replace one shaft with my cock.”

She bit her lip, resisting him. The shaft buried deep in her pussy withdrew and then thrust into her hard, hitting her cervix. Before she could gasp at the brief spark of pain, the shaft in her ass withdrew and pushed into her hard and deep. She cried out. The invisible rope around her clit tightened briefly before loosening. She moaned when she felt him flick the tip of her nub.

“Rysen.” It was all she could say; what she felt was too much. The pleasure and pain crashed into each other. She wasn’t sure what to feel. Her flesh was slick with sweat. She felt so hot. Her skin felt too tight. She wanted to come so badly. The constant tightening and loosening of the threads of power didn’t give her time to think. Words floated away once she grasped them in her mind. She felt more ropes wrapping around her body, pushing her down to the floor. She was immobile and at his mercy. He ran his tongue up one side of her slit and down the other before biting her again.

Her hips tried to buck off the floor but didn’t get far. He sucked the lip into his mouth, and her inner walls clenched with need, keeping time with each sip he took of her blood.

The shafts worked in tandem, the cords of power tightening and releasing. She was on the verge, so close to coming. If only… The thought escaped her as he bit her again.

“Rysen, please,” she begged.

He released her nether lip. “Please what?” He ran his tongue along her labia, taking one side into his mouth, nibbling the delicate flesh before sucking it.

“Fuck.”

“Fuck what, darling? Say it,” he growled before taking the other petal into his mouth.

“Fuck me, Rysen, please.” She hated herself for begging, but she wanted relief. She was on fire, aroused and in need of relief.

“Tell me how to fuck you, love. Tell me what you want me to do.” He blew on her overheated sex, and she tried to squirm. The bindings held her in place.

“With your cock. Fuck me with your cock.”

“Uh-uh. Not good enough. I want details. I want to know how hard you want it. How fast I should be going. What my mouth and fingers should be doing. Do you want me to fuck you in both the ass and pussy? Should I be kissing you? Should I continue to use my power to tease those beautifully tempting nipples? Tell me. I want to hear it all. I want to hear all the ways you want me to fuck you. All your fantasies. I want every last detail.”

She shivered. Part of her was scared and another part of her was horny as hell at his words. She licked her lips, suddenly nervous. Did she dare to tell him what she thought of when she masturbated? All the fantasies she’d had of him? His tongue blazed a path up one side of her sex and then the other, delving between her pussy lips to flick her clit before rimming her entrance again.

Rysen was losing his mind. The taste of her blood and her cream on his tongue teased him. The scent of her arousal drove him nearly over the edge. She wanted him, and he knew it. He wanted to hear every filthy little detail. What she thought about when her fingers did the walking. He wanted to know how to please her in every possible way. It might be the closest thing he would ever have to possessing her. He moved away from her sex, kissing his 4 way up her stomach, between her breasts, and up the side of her neck, flicking the pulse point before kissing along her jaw, until he pressed his lips against hers.

Her mouth parted, and her tongue darted out shyly to engage his. He flexed his power, releasing the bonds around her clit and nipples. Driving the invisible rods in her core and ass, harder and faster.

“So close,” she murmured, pulling her mouth away from his.

He growled and slowed down the speed of his thrusts. “Not without me. Now tell me,”

he ordered.

She groaned and squirmed underneath him. He opened his mind to her, letting her thoughts and feelings wash over him. She was frustrated and conflicted. He now knew just how much his rejection had hurt her, formed her into the rebellious hellion lying under him.

She wanted to submit to him, give him all she had, yet she was too hurt.

Closing his eyes to stem the flow of thoughts and emotions, he took a deep breath and blew it out. He tried to rein in his need to dominate and fuck her. If he was to get anywhere with her, she would have to be the one in control.

Sliding off her reluctantly, he lay down beside her. He turned his head to look over at her. Their eyes met. He could see her confusion. He grimaced as a wave of pain washed over him.

“Take me, love. Use me.”

“You’re relinquishing control?” Confusion was evident in her voice.

“Yes.”

“But --”

“No buts. Fuck me.” His inner dominant vampyre railed against this change. It wanted her on all fours, his hand buried in her hair, head pulled back, neck exposed, as he fucked her and drank of her. He shook his head at it. Not this time. She needs this.