Born to Darkness Box Set

by Evangeline Anderson

  “I hear you,” he murmured, his deep voice sounding terribly tired. “Say what you have come to say, Addison. I am dying.”

  “I know,” I said, trying to choke back a sob. “I know about the stake.”

  “Was it you who took it?” He tried to frown at me but it seemed like he was too drained to make the effort. “I looked for it everywhere. I needed to see it…needed to know…”

  “How much time you have left,” I finished for him.

  “Exactly.” His eyelids fluttered closed again. “Not much…I think.”

  “Maybe. Maybe not.” I rummaged in my overnight bag and tried to push down the panic that was clawing at my mind like a hungry cat. What if I was too late? What if he still died? What if we both died?

  Stop it, I told myself firmly. Just do it. Do it now.

  I pulled out what I had been looking for—my silver alloy cuffs. The same ones I’d used on Cynthia tonight and countless other vamps before her. I looked down at Corbin, who appeared to be resting peacefully in the middle of the vast king-sized bed. There was no way I was fast enough or strong enough to cuff him if he objected. I would just have to hope he was in a deep enough stupor to keep him from getting suspicious before I got the job done.

  Slowly, carefully, I began to raise his arms over his head, positioning his wrists near the brass slats in the headboard. It was an extremely awkward operation, especially given Corbin’s size. His long, muscular arms were bulky and unwieldy. Still, somehow I managed.

  Corbin’s eyelids fluttered again and he frowned. “What…are you…doing?” he asked in a slow, draggy voice.

  “Just getting you more comfortable,” I assured him. Moving as quickly as I could, I slapped the cuffs on his wrists, being certain to wrap their chain around the center strut of the brass bed. It was a piece of metal as thick as my arm and it looked to be solid brass, not hollow, so it should hold. I hoped, anyway.

  Then I got out a pair of silver leg irons.

  Corbin laughed weakly when I went about chaining his ankles to the footboard of the bed.

  “What do you think you are doing, Addison? I’m no danger to anyone now. And even if I was, you haven’t got time to arrest me. I will be dead before you can charge me.”

  “Nobody’s dying here tonight,” I said grimly. “And I’m not arresting you.”

  “Then what do you think you are doing?” he demanded, opening his eyes more fully to look at me.

  “This,” I said softly and began to strip.

  “Addison…” he murmured as I shed my jacket and blouse and slipped off my trousers. Soon I was down to nothing but my bra and underwear. They were made of soft, stretchy crimson lace that clearly showed the peaks of my nipples and the slit of my pussy. It was a set I had bought over a year ago as a splurge. I had never gotten to use them though—they had still had the price tags on them when I pulled them out of my underwear drawer. I hoped Corbin liked them. In all probability, they were the last garments I would ever wear.

  I pushed the negative thought from my mind and climbed back on to the bed with him.

  “Well?” I cupped my breasts and ran my hands down my sides, framing my body for his benefit. “You like what you see?”

  “You know I do,” he rasped and I was happy to see a little more life creeping back into his eyes. “But Addison, if you think you can save me with sex, I am afraid you are mistaken. The most you can do is make sure I die happy.”

  “We’ll see about that,” I murmured, leaning over to kiss him. His mouth was cold but it seemed to warm as I tasted him.

  “Mmm,” he growled softly as I ran my tongue gently along the seam of his lips. “Feeling naughty tonight, darling?”

  “You have no idea,” I whispered and deepened the kiss. Daringly, I pressed my tongue between his lips, tasting him, flickering the tip quickly over his deadly sharp fangs. At the same time I rubbed my breasts against his broad chest and ran my hands over his shoulders and through his hair. I wanted to touch him everywhere, wanted to feel him against me, inside me…but that would come later.

  “Addison,” he murmured, his eyes catching mine when I sat back. “Why are you doing this?”

  “Because I want you. And I want to be in charge this time.”

  His deep rumbling laugh seemed to vibrate through my entire body.

  “No one could argue that you are indeed in charge. With this much silver on me, I couldn’t move if I wanted to.”

  That, of course, was what I was hoping—that the restraints would hold. They will, I promised myself, and went back to teasing him by rubbing my breasts against his face. Corbin growled appreciatively. Feeling even bolder, I pulled down the red lace cups of my bra to bare my nipples for him.

  “Suck them,” I commanded, pressing one tight little nub against his mouth. “Make me feel good, Corbin.”

  “With pleasure, darling.” He complied willingly, sucking my nipple deep into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue.

  I moaned as sensations shot through me, little sparks of pleasure that seemed to go straight from my nipples, directly to my pussy. God, even though I knew this was all kinds of crazy and dangerous, I still wanted him—wanted him badly. I could feel the sharp tips of his fangs bracketing my sensitive nipple and it only made me want him more.

  Finally Corbin released my nipple and I promptly gave him the other one. He sucked it harder than the first, taking as much of my breast into his mouth as he could. His eyes, which seemed a little bluer than they had been, were locked with mine as he nursed hard on my tender peak, making me moan and squirm with pleasure.

  “I like this,” he said at last, his deep voice hoarse with lust when I finally pulled away. “I like being helpless under you, darling.”

  “You like being my sex slave?” I taunted him, cupping my breasts and pinching the nipples for his benefit. “You like it when I tease you and you can’t do anything about it?”

  “Yes,” he breathed, his eyes devouring my body. “Gods, you’re beautiful, Addison. So fucking gorgeous—I have missed you so much.”

  “I missed you too,” I murmured and reached down to cup his scratchy cheek. Was it my imagination or did his skin feel a little warmer than it had? “And if you liked the first part, you’re going to love what comes next.”

  Giving him a naughty smile, I moved down the bed until I was cupping the hard ridge of his cock. I rubbed it with a slow, up and down stroke until he groaned. The denim of his jeans was rough under my fingers and I could feel his heat through it. Good, I was glad I was having an effect on him. This wouldn’t have worked otherwise.

  It might not work now, whispered a little voice in my head. Or it might work too well and you’ll end up dead.

  I pushed it away and smiled at Corbin. “How do you like that, Master?”

  “I never said you had to call me that,” he protested with a groan when I rubbed his hard shaft again. “Gods, Addison, you are driving me crazy.”

  “And I’m just getting started.” I winked at him and reached over the bed to rummage around in my overnight bag. I found what I was looking for and came up with a sharp little pair of sewing scissors. It would have been easier to strip him before I chained and cuffed him to the bed, but I hadn’t been certain I could do that and the main thing was to get him tied down. The scissors seemed a practical solution—I was just glad he wasn’t wearing one of his ultra-expensive hand tailored designer suits.

  “This is my favorite shirt,” he protested as I started at the hem of his blue t-shirt and began to snip through the soft cotton.

  “Too bad,” I said ruthlessly. “It has to come off. I want you naked under me, Corbin. Naked and helpless and hot.”

  His eyes flashed, looking bluer all the time. “I thought you were a novice at dirty talk, but you seem to be doing well enough now.”

  “Thank you,” I said primly, putting down the scissors. I was going to use them on his jeans in a minute but first I wanted to admire his top half.

  “Mmm,” he r
umbled as I stroked over the hard, muscular planes of his chest. “Rub yourself against me, Addison. Let me feel your naked breasts against my skin.”

  I was happy to comply. I laid myself across him and rubbed, pressing my still bare breasts and tight nipples against his flesh. He seemed warmer all the time, part of me noted. The other part was too busy enjoying the feel of my bare skin against his to worry about anything else.

  Slowly, I made my way down his torso until I was back at his crotch.

  “I hope this isn’t your favorite pair of jeans,” I told him, holding up the scissors. “Because they have to go too.”

  He laughed and I thought he sounded almost like his old self. “I suppose I must make the sacrifice.”

  His words sent a shiver through me—he’d already made one sacrifice when he laid down his life for me. Would the risk I was taking now—the sacrifice of my life plus the agony I was sure to endure if things went wrong—top that? Would it undo the work of the soul eater?

  God, I hoped so.

  “Here goes nothing,” I told him and started snipping.

  The denim was a lot tougher to get through but the scissors were really sharp—probably because I’m not very domestic and hardly ever do any sewing. They made short work of Corbin’s jeans and boxers. Since I had already removed his shoes when I chained his ankles, I now had him completely naked and spread eagle in the middle of the bed.

  His body was a feast for the eyes. Most men, in my opinion, don’t look very good naked. They might look okay with their shirt off, but then you get the pants off and discover they have skinny little chicken legs or no ass to speak of.

  Not Corbin. He was perfect everywhere—all smooth, powerful lines of long, hard muscle. And that included his cock.

  I gripped the long, hard shaft that rose from between his thighs in one hand and stroked him firmly, teasing a pearly droplet of pre-cum to the tip. Then, keeping my eyes locked with his, I leaned down and lapped it off, running my tongue slowly around the flaring crown until he groaned deep in his throat.

  “Gods, Addison!”

  “How does it feel to be the helpless one?” I taunted him, going back for a second taste. He was delicious—salty and warm and satiny smooth against my tongue. His scent was stronger here too and I liked it—that spicy, masculine, ocean-salt fragrance that seemed to invade my senses and speak to something inside me that was purely feminine and totally aroused.

  “I love it,” he admitted in a low, rough voice. “But I would love it even more if you would tease me with your pussy. Come, Addison, let me taste you.”

  His words sent a hot shiver through me. I could feel my pussy getting hot and wet, swollen with need at the way he was looking at me.

  “Is that what you want?” I teased. Sitting up on my knees, I spread my thighs wide and reached into my red lace panties to cup my pussy. Sure enough I could feel the wet heat against my palm. I slipped two fingers inside myself and moaned at the delicious tingling pleasure as I caressed my clit.

  Corbin’s eyes were heavy with lust. “Come here,” he growled. “But take off the damn panties first. Or else I will bite them off.”

  “Like you did when you ‘healed’ me?” I asked, slowly, so slowly, slipping the panties down my hips.

  “Exactly.” His eyes were heavy-lidded with lust as I revealed my pussy.

  “Admit it, Corbin—you weren’t worried about healing me. You just wanted to taste me,” I accused him as I finished sliding off the panties and dropped them over the side of the bed.

  “I was worried I might have hurt you,” he protested as I straddled him and moved slowly up his body. “But I admit I wanted to lick your sweet little cunt too. Wanted to see if you tasted as good as you smelled.”

  “You like the way I smell?” I asked, remembering that I had just been thinking the same thing about him. “Really? I mean, because I don’t use any perfume.”

  “Just the scent of your skin and hair is enough to make me hard,” he growled. “And the warm, feminine scent of your pussy…” He licked his lips and his eyes gleamed. “It drives me insane, darling. You don’t know how hard it was to let you go that night. After I tasted you, I wanted so much to fuck you.”

  “Well, you get to do both this time,” I promised him as I got in position with my knees on either side of his head. “Is this the way you like it?”

  “Come down for me,” he commanded. “I wish my hands were free so I could tease your breasts while I eat you.”

  The thought made me shiver with desire but there was no way I was uncuffing him. This was barely safe as it was. Even with the silver chains and handcuffs draining his strength and the damn stake eating his soul, he was still a very powerful vampire.

  “I’m afraid it’s hands off tonight,” I said lightly, running my fingers through his hair. “But just tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you, Corbin—I swear.”

  “Right now all I want is to taste your sweet pussy,” he growled. “Come down to me, Addison, stop teasing me and come. I want you to ride my tongue.”

  I lowered myself as he asked, shivering as I felt his hot breath against my pussy. I was so hot and needy right now I could feel my swollen outer lips spreading on their own, opening for Corbin to give him access to my slick, sensitive inner folds. Finally we made contact.

  It was my turn to groan as he pressed his mouth to my core. I had expected him to lick me but instead he was kissing…kissing me as gently and as tenderly as though he was kissing my mouth. He kissed my outer lips softly, then nuzzled his way inward to lay a soft, open mouthed kiss against my throbbing clit.

  “Corbin…God,” I groaned. “What are you doing?”

  “Loving you, darling,” he murmured, looking up from his task for a moment. “As much as I can in the time I have left.”

  I wanted to tell him that he had more time than he thought but I didn’t dare show my cards too soon. If he suspected what I was planning…

  “Love me harder,” I demanded, threading my fingers through his hair and leading him back to where I needed him. “Make me come, Corbin. Please, I need to come.”

  His eyes widened in surprise and then he smiled. “With pleasure, Mistress,” he murmured and then I felt his tongue go to work on me.

  I moaned as he lapped me—long, slow, hot licks that went from the entrance of my pussy all the way up to the top of my slit. Every once in a while he would stop and pay special attention to my clit, tracing it with the tip of his tongue or sucking it between his lips until I thought I would die of pleasure. My whole body was trembling with tension and my breath was coming in harsh little pants. It felt like there was a wire inside my lower belly, a wire winding tighter and tighter with each slow stroke of his tongue and threatening to snap at any time.

  At last, just when I was right on the edge, he pulled back and looked at me. “Ride my tongue, darling,” he murmured, his eyes drowning deep with lust. “Rub yourself against me and come for me. I want to feel you coming in my mouth.”

  “Yes,” I whispered, pressing closer to him. My thighs were trembling from being spread so wide for so long but I didn’t want to stop. The wire in my belly was so tight I knew it was about to snap and I could feel my orgasm, shimmering just out of reach like a cloud of drenching rain on a hot, thirsty day.

  I wanted it so badly. Too badly to stop. I thrust my hips forward, getting even closer.

  Corbin opened his mouth and pressed the flat of his tongue against my pussy. I could feel his fangs at the top of my slit but he didn’t so much as scratch me. It was all right though—that could come later. Right now I just wanted to feel pleasure before I endured the inevitable pain that was to come.

  Gripping his hair with one hand and the hard cold brass of the headboard with the other, I began to pump my hips. I was doing as he had asked me to—riding his tongue, using his mouth to get myself off in the most primal way I could. I could feel his low, approving growl rumbling through me and I saw that his big hands were clenched into
fists above his head. Doubtless he wanted to be free so he could grasp my hips and control the action but that was too bad—I was in control this time and even though it was from necessity, not preference, I found I was enjoying our little power reversal.

  In fact, I was enjoying it so much I was about to come.

  Tightening my grip on his hair, I cried out and pumped against him, rubbing my swollen clit recklessly against his tongue, shamelessly giving myself to the pleasure that was rising inside me as the wire finally snapped and I came harder than I ever had.

  “Ah, God…Corbin…oh!” Someone was crying and moaning, making helpless sounds of pleasure that filled the small room. Somehow I realized it was me but I was helpless to stop. It was too much, too intense and I couldn’t help myself.

  My nipples were tight and tender at the tips of my breasts and my pussy was wet and swollen, aching with sensation overload. I could feel Corbin eagerly lapping my juices as I pressed hard against him, grinding against his mouth to get every last drop of pleasure, every last ounce of delicious sensation. I had a fleeting thought that it was nice doing this with a vampire—nice because I knew no matter how crazy I got, I couldn’t hurt him. Of course, the same couldn’t be said in reverse but that was part of the deal.

  At last I pulled back, my chest heaving and my legs trembling.

  “God,” I muttered, disentangling myself and laying against his side with my head on his chest. “That was…amazing.”

  “But not enough,” Corbin murmured hoarsely.

  “Not, enough, hmm?” I looked up to see him staring down at me, his eyes still blazing with lust.

  “Not nearly,” he growled. “Fuck me, Addison.”

  “What?” I looked at him, slightly startled at his words.

  “You heard me,” he growled. “I want you to straddle me and slide that hot little pussy down on my cock. I want to feel you all around me, milking and squeezing me. I want you to pump yourself on me until you come and make me come with you. Fuck me.”

  “God, Corbin,” I muttered thickly. I loved it when he looked at me that way and told me all the hot, deliciously dirty things we were going to do together. And I liked the idea of being on top this time, of looking into his eyes as I took him into my body.