Vampire Enslavement (Lords of Bondage) (40 page)

“The druids think the female was in heat so I assume you were affected by her scent and that was why you were unable to resist her.” The prince pounded his fist on the polished mahogany table. “We cannot allow this kind of behavior to continue. The woman must be captured.”

“We need our trackers to focus on retrieving Seamus and the others.”

“You’re right. The recovery of our warriors takes precedence.” Diermont raised one eyebrow. “In the meantime you need to take your relief inside one of the females here. If you do not want Druscilla, select another female. Highborn or not, I’ll make her serve you.”

“I’ll think about it,” he said to get Diermont off his back. “But you know how particular I am when it comes to partners. I want a soft female with a warm, naturally wet cunt. The jelly stinks and turns my stomach.” He preferred the aroma of natural woman. “I want a shapely female. Most of the ladies here have thin, bony hips. There’s no cushion.”

“Our ladies don’t run to fat, man. They’re fit and take care of their appearances. As for the jelly, it’s unavoidable if you are messing around with unmated females.” He scratched his chin and toyed with his goatee. “Gwyneth has what you need. You won’t need the jelly once you bond with her again.”

“Gwyneth disgusts me and I have grown to despise her.”

“The only other female who meets your requirements is Cassia. But I am not losing you to that human. It is bad enough that Cabrian is under her spell. I will not condone further human-hybrid interaction.”

“I don’t want Cassia.” Kiera met his specifications perfectly. He just had to ensure Diermont remained ignorant of her similarity to human females.

* * *

Kiera had watched while Druscilla served the hybrids and some of what she had seen disturbed her. Druscilla’s low cut tunic gaped open when she poured drinks for the males and she didn’t seem to care that they were ogling her assets. She had also seen Diermont slap her on the ass a few times, and once, Torin’s hand had pushed her tunic’s hem upward so he could clench the lower part of her thigh. It was scandalous and Druscilla allowed it. She suspected that her friend was being groomed for a position as one of Diermont’s courtesans and she wished she wouldn’t settle for that when she had wanted a mate.

A warrior put his arm around her waist and drew her closer. “Pour me some ale, wench.”

Kiera was so startled that she spilled her jug all over the hybrid, showering him with a spray of brown liquid. “Watch it, why don’t you?” She shot the warrior an irritated look. Shane McDonald, the one she had sprayed with ale, glared at her.

“Clean that up,” he said while thrusting a napkin in her hand. He pointed at his crotch. “You got my trousers wet.”

Like I’m going to touch that
. Kiera ignored him and poured what remained in the jug in his mug before turning to leave. Shane grabbed her by her elbow and forced her to return to his side.

“You think you’re too good to touch me, wench? You better get used to such dirty work because you’ll be doing worse things in the dungeon. Talk to your friend over there,” he said while pointing at Druscilla. “She’ll tell you what’s in store for you. You’re going to be serving the prince in his playground. Torin told me how much he’s looking forward to getting you ready for the prince’s cock.”

Kiera slammed the jug on the table, wishing she could get away with slamming it against the thick hybrid’s skull. “You know nothing, Shane McDonald.”

“Torin’s already agreed to do it. He’s already initiated Druscilla and he is itching to do the same to you.”

Kiera’s eyes fell on Druscilla and she knew he spoke the truth. She could tell by the way her friend was behaving that she had grown accustomed to being fondled by the male warriors. Druscilla thought succumbing to their advances would gain her a mate somehow, but she was wrong. She would be discarded after they tired of her and nobody would want her afterwards. She was frustrated that Druscilla had sunk so low, but she was equally determined not to share her destiny. It wouldn’t happen to her. She wouldn’t allow it. She jerked her arm out of Shane’s grasp and gave him a murderous look. “He’s not having me. None of them will.”

Kiera walked away from him but she could still hear Shane’s mocking laugh. He thought she was next in line for Diermont’s table of terrors. He was so wrong.

Diermont waved Kiera over to him. “Pour us some ale, Kiera.”

Kiera took a filled pitcher from a nearby table and approached the prince. Diermont frowned. “Your hands are shaking. Don’t spill anything.”

Kiera set the pitcher on the table and tried to calm her nerves. She wasn’t trembling solely due to anxiety. It was mostly the hunger. She hadn’t sucked blood from a male since the last time she had taken from Modez and she was feeling weak again. The pitcher felt like it weighed twenty pounds. She picked it up again, but Diermont waved her away.

“Send Druscilla to me,” Diermont told one of the male hybrid warriors who acted as a servant. “Kiera’s shaking like a leaf and will disgrace herself. I saw what she did to McDonald.”

“That was an accident.” Kiera set the pitcher down on the table. “I’m not cut out for being a serving wench.”

“You’re not cut out for anything. You’re a useless female and I cannot understand how you are related to Snotti.”

“I am sorry that I’ve disappointed you.”

Diermont licked his lips. “I know one thing you’re good at and it involves spreading your legs. At least you can do something right.”

“Can I be dismissed then?” They had turned her into a whore and it shamed her to have that thrown in her face. No male would ever pierce her with his mating fangs after this.

“No, you may not. Observe Druscilla and learn from her.” Diermont patted Druscilla on the rear after she filled his cup with ale. Druscilla managed to hold the pitcher perfectly still while he spanked her ass once again, not spilling a drop of the liquid. “Soon you will watch Druscilla perform her nightly duties. She has been a brilliant pupil and you will learn much by watching her.”

“Yes, Your Royal Highness.” Kiera stared at the floor, seething once again. She wasn’t going to be Diermont’s newest student. She picked up the pitcher with a determination to perform the simple task of pouring ale without screwing it up with her shaking hands.

Modez shook his head. “Don’t bother. I’ve no wish to sit in the dining hall in cold, wet trousers.”

Kiera frowned at him. “Suit yourself, then.” She grew frustrated when the rest of the hybrids sitting at the table waved her away, preferring Druscilla to serve them. The bastards. She paced around the room with nothing to do. She watched as Torin opened the front of Druscilla’s tunic and began to suck on her breast. She wondered if the male fed from her. His hand slid underneath her tunic to slide between her thighs. Druscilla’s face was calm and relaxed, but not filled with rapture. The poor hybrid female couldn’t feel much sensation from a male’s touch since she wasn’t in heat. Kiera couldn’t help but think of Modez and a blast of heat shot to her core.

Torin stopped sucking to take a swallow of ale. Druscilla’s tit was wet with saliva. She didn’t bother to cover herself. She carried the jug of ale and offered it to the prince. He smiled at her and took her exposed breast instead of the ale, sucking it greedily. The liquid in the jug sloshed wildly as the prince sucked on Druscilla, but amazingly, none of it spilled over the lid.

When the prince was done, Druscilla went back to serving the ale. She acted as if she had been serving patrons at pubs for decades. Her small wet breast peeked from the opening of her tunic since the garment remained unlaced. Druscilla made no move to lace it. Kiera assumed she wasn’t allowed to do so without permission. It was demeaning and her friend’s acceptance of it made her wonder what she had endured in the dungeon. Druscilla had been ruined. She would never be welcome in polite society when she returned to court. Kiera approached Diermont again and asked to take her leave. He refused and that was not surprising.

Muscular arms suddenly wrapped around her waist and pulled her into a hybrid’s lap. She turned and faced Torin Sullivan, the Lord of Turloch and Diermont’s favorite commander, with a curious look. The lord was so breathtakingly gorgeous that it was no wonder that Druscilla had surrendered to him in that dungeon. “What do you want?”

Torin breathed in her scent and sighed. “You’re so beautiful, Kiera. Like a delicate little bird. I want to lock you in a cage and take you out every so often to rock you on my cock.”

Diermont kept cages in the dungeon. Kiera could imagine them throwing her in one of them and locking it. They already treated her like an animal at a zoo. Torin’s arms imprisoned her and crushed her against his naked chest. His scent was earthy, masculine, and pleasing. Her fangs extended, wanting to sink into his skin to taste his essence. She needed blood and his would satisfy. She licked at Torin’s chest and debated whether or not to taste him. She was so damn hungry and he was available. Torin moaned and pushed her hips so that her sex cradled his trouser covered cock. Kiera writhed against him, suddenly aching to fill her empty sheath with a man’s shaft. The villa was filled with some of the most stunningly gorgeous warriors she had ever encountered and lust burned within her. She glanced toward Modez, wishing he would assert himself and claim her. He had neglected her for days, even knowing she was in heat. His designs had faded from her skin. The signs of his former possession of her had disappeared, leaving her vulnerable to be claimed by another. She supposed he no longer wanted her now that he had taken his fill.

Torin groaned. “Permission to fuck your ward now, please.”

“No fucking way,” Modez growled. “Remove your hands from Halloran property.”

Modez’s outburst made Torin furious. “What’s it to you?”

His reaction was thunderous. “She’s not a bed servant and she sure as hell isn’t your bed servant.”

Diermont frowned. “You cannot have her yet, Torin. Modez will lay with her first.” He studied Kiera as she rocked on Torin’s lap. “I think it is time to introduce her to dungeon work, but we must proceed slowly. She’s new to this.” Diermont licked his lips in anticipation. “Your presence in the dungeon has been missed,” he said to Modez. “Eventually you will return. You will accept Kiera as a substitute for Elsa. I insist.”

For once she was in agreement with Diermont. She wanted Modez to have her.

Torin made a noise of fury in his throat that sounded like a growl. “Modez doesn’t want her. I ask to fuck her now. Here in the dining hall. Who the fuck cares about the dungeon?”

“I care. Use some self-control, man. You cannot be so desperate to fill her with cock that you’re begging to do it here.” Diermont scrutinized Kiera for a minute. “She’s promised to Modez and he has need of her.” He caught Modez’s gaze and the younger Halloran gave a sharp nod in return.

Torin picked Kiera up in his arms and dumped her onto Modez’s lap. “I cannot take it anymore. You take her since you’re immune to her charms. She’s driving me insane with the way she’s moving all over me.”

Kiera straddled Modez and rubbed against the hard length that protruded against his lower abdomen. She pressed her head against his chest, inhaling his scent and enjoying the familiar comfort of it. She licked him a few times and couldn’t stop herself from grazing his skin with her fangs. The tiny sips she managed to take whetted her appetite for more. She felt Modez’s hands in her hair and heard the pounding of his heart grow louder. She knew she dared much by taking his blood in a room full of others, but he didn’t stop her. He blocked the view of her with his arms. She rubbed against him and realized she wanted him inside her with a desperation she hadn’t felt with Torin. She knew he would give it to her, too. Her brain was shutting down, focusing solely on her need for blood and sex.

“The female looks like she wants to be ridden. She’s even willing to ride you,” Torin said to Modez. “What say we all go to the dungeon?”

“She’s not ready till I say she’s ready,” Diermont said. “I know you’re eager for the chit, but waiting will build the need for her and it will be all the more satisfying when she lays beneath you.”

Modez unlatched Kiera’s fangs from his chest and stood up, setting her on her feet. “I’m taking her to her quarters.” Before Kiera knew it, he had taken them to Cabrian’s room. He cornered her in the entryway by backing her against the wall. “Your eyes are glassy and lighter in color. I’m surprised they failed to notice. You look like you’ve consumed every last bottle of wine from the cellar, but I know that’s not the case and you’re as sober as I am. It’s the heat and you’ve lost control.”

“You were supposed to take care of me.” She had needed him and he hadn’t been there for her.

He let out a deep breath. “I know. I’m here now. I’m going to overlook what you did with Torin because I know it was due to the heat.”

“I need it,” Kiera said in a strangled tone. “It hurts and you’re not doing anything about it.”

Suddenly they were on the floor. He turned her on her stomach and pulled her tunic to her waist. He took her from behind, pounding his cock into her with a vigorous rhythm. He filled her, stretched her in a way that eased the empty, achy sensation.

“I have to return to Diermont or he will become suspicious. This,” he said while thrusting into her, “will alleviate your discomfort until I return to you.”

Kiera screamed out as she came. He hadn’t had to do anything more than that to get her off. The heat made her overly responsive. He came into her and helped her to her feet. He wrapped an arm around her and gave much needed support. Her body was boneless.

“Torin will never have you. I know you’re in heat, but do not encourage his attention.” He turned her around in his arms and lowered his mouth to hers. His tongue intruded, taking her mouth in an aggressive manner. Kiera didn’t care that he wasn’t gentle.

He escorted her to Cabrian. “Keep her here and do not under any circumstances let her leave this room. She’s about to peak. I will return tonight.”

“She will be ready for you,” Cabrian said.

Kiera glared at Lord Ross when Modez left the room. “What are you, his woman procurer?”