“I am aching for you, Addison,” he murmured, his eyes holding mine. “Don’t make me wait, darling.”
“Of course not,” I murmured, dropping a soft kiss on his broad chest. Rising up, I moved back to where his cock was waiting, a hard column of flesh between his thighs. Straddling his narrow hips, I took it in one hand and rubbed the broad, flaring head against my slick inner folds.
Corbin drew in a quick, hissing breath of pleasure as I rubbed against him and I could see his fangs glinting, razor sharp under his sensual upper lip. Seeing them fully extended like that made my heart jump strangely in my chest with a mixture of fright and lust. I had expected to feel nothing but terror at this moment but I couldn’t be nearly as terrified as I knew I ought to be—I wanted Corbin too much. Was this how Cynthia’s lover had felt just before he took the knife and slashed his arm?
I pushed the thought away and positioned the head of his cock against my slippery entrance.
“Yes,” Corbin murmured as I prepared to slide him inside me. “Yes, darling—Gods, yes.”
We both moaned as I opened my thighs and let him sink into me. Even though it had only been a week, I had forgotten how thick he was. It was an amazingly erotic sight to look down and watch my body try to accommodate him, to watch as my pussy stretched to take his girth, inch by thick inch, inside.
Finally I had him seated all the way inside me and I could feel the wide head of his cock pressing hard against the mouth of my womb. For a moment I just sat there, lost in the pleasurable sensation of being completely filled by the man I loved. I wanted to savor this last moment of peace before I did what I had come here to do. Before I turned Corbin from a loving, gentle man to a ravenous beast.
I looked up to see that Corbin was watching me, looking not at the place we were joined, but at my face.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “But I wish you were not so far away. I would like to kiss you.”
I wanted it too but there was no way I could reach his mouth while I rode him. He was simply too tall and long, the way I had him all stretched out.
“I want to kiss you too,” I told him. “But right now I want to fuck you more.”
His eyes blazed and I noticed they were finally completely back to their old silver-blue.
“Fuck me, then,” he growled. “Fuck your sweet pussy on my cock, Addison.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. With a low moan of pleasure, I raised myself up until he was almost out of me and then came back down hard, letting him stretch me to the limit. Then I did it again and again.
It didn’t take Corbin long to catch my rhythm. Despite the fact that he was chained down, he still managed to thrust up, his hips moving and the tight muscles of his abs and thighs flexing rock hard under me as he rocked upward, filling my pussy with his cock.
“Yes, oh God, Corbin!” I heard myself moaning. I could feel that I was getting close to coming again but I didn’t have time for that now. It was almost time to put my plan in action.
Almost time to die, whispered a voice in my head but I was too far gone to pay it attention.
“Gods, darling, you feel so good around me,” Corbin growled. “Love to feel that sweet pussy squeezing my cock. I just wish I could taste you again while I fuck you.”
“You can,” I said. Reaching between my legs to where we were joined, I slipped my first two fingers into my folds and coated them in my juices. Then I leaned forward and slid them into Corbin’s mouth.
He sucked them gently, his eyes full of lust as he continued to pump up into me. I could feel the edges of his fangs on either side of my digits and I knew this was the best opportunity I was going to get.
I slid my fingers out of his mouth and quickly replaced them with the tender underside of my wrist. I felt the razor sharp points pressing against the blue bracelet of veins that lay there. It was time. Corbin was already looking at me, a question in his eyes. If he guessed what I was doing, he would stop me.
Taking a deep breath, I pressed hard against him and pulled down sharply, sliding his fangs along the length of my wrist. Almost at once I felt a searing pain, as though I had been cut with a very sharp knife and saw a dribble of blood running down my arm.
I was bleeding.
Corbin’s eyes widened as he tasted my blood, and then went abruptly from silver-gray to glowing red.
“Addison,” he gasped, turning his head to try and get away from me. “Darling, no! What are you doing?”
“Paying a debt,” I said, and pressed my bleeding wrist against his lips again. “Drink, Corbin. Drink.”
Chapter Twenty-four
The silver cuffs were the first to go.
I heard them bend, then snap with a metallic whine of metal put under too much stress. The leg irons were next. Corbin popped them loose with frightening ease—as though he were kicking off a pair of too tight shoes.
Well, so much for my vamp-proof restraints.
I was frozen in place above him, his cock still buried firmly in my pussy and my bleeding wrist still pressed to his mouth. His eyes were wide and wild and crimson red—as red as my blood—and I didn’t see anything human in them anymore.
My first instinct was to get off him and run—but run where? The huge, heavy vault door was closed—there was no way out of the small room. And then Corbin took away even that small option by clamping his big hands roughly around my upper arms.
“Corbin!” I gasped but he was already in motion. He pulled out of me in one swift motion and flipped me over, changing our positions so that he was on top.
I lay there, helpless under him, covered by his big body. Heavy legs pinned my bottom half to the bed and his still hard cock branded my belly with his heat. His muscular arms formed a cage around my upper half and his eyes stared down into mine, wild and feral and hungry. I had never seen his fangs so long and sharp before and they were red with blood—my blood. Oh God.
I’m going to die here tonight, I thought numbly, and knew it was true. This small room would become my tomb. Tomorrow Detective O’Meara would be cleaning up my remains and wondering—like I had so many times before—how anyone could be so stupid.
And then, Corbin stopped staring at me and began to move. I expected him to rip into me immediately but he didn’t. Instead, he pressed his face to my hair and inhaled deeply. Why is he smelling me? I thought, and then I remembered what he had said about my scent and how hard it made him.
Sure enough, I could feel his cock still throbbing against my belly. If anything, it seemed larger than it had been before. Was that even possible?
It seemed that it was. Soon, Corbin started rubbing against me, thrusting against my belly as though seeking my entrance.
“Corbin?” I whispered, turning my head to try and look at him.
My gesture was met with a warning growl and I froze at once. I knew from grim experience what had happened. Feeding him my blood while we made love had flipped a switch inside him. The lethal combination of sex and blood had temporarily clouded his conscious mind and allowed the ruthless predator that lived inside every vamp free rein.
As Corbin continued to nuzzle me, I remembered what he had told me during our last sexual encounter. “Hold still!” he had ordered and it was the only time I had ever heard him sound close to panic. Probably because he knew the killing urges were coming to the surface and he didn’t want me to trigger them—as I had just now.
But the memory gave me an idea.
There was no way I could fight Corbin and nowhere to run, even if I had been fast enough to get away from him, which I absolutely wasn’t. But what if I offered the predator everything he wanted without any resistance at all?
What if I just…submitted?
Just then, Corbin began moving lower—I felt his hot breath against my throat and his long, sharp fangs scraping the side of my neck.
I tensed, my heart suddenly beating like it was trying to pound its way right out of my chest. My overwhelming instinct was to roll away f
rom him or at least to hunch my shoulder up close to my ear and try to protect my vulnerable throat. I started to do just that but Corbin’s warning growl above me made me stop.
Submit, I told myself. Just submit.
It was the hardest thing I had ever done and it went against every bit of common sense I possessed, but I did it. Instead of trying to keep him away from my neck, I turned my head to the side, baring it for him, offering my throat in a gesture of submission as old as time itself.
Corbin struck.
I cried out as his fangs pierced my flesh and he latched onto my neck. Dear God, this was it—I was going to die!
Except…I didn’t. Though he sucked savagely, Corbin didn’t maul me or rip out my throat. And then, though I would have sworn it was impossible, I started to feel the familiar delicious tingle of pleasure I always got when he drank from me.
Oh God—not now! Was I crazy, getting turned on when I was right on the edge of death? Here I was, pinned to the bed beneath a bestial vampire completely out of his mind with blood- and fuck-lust and I was getting hot again.
Go with it, whispered a little voice in my head. It seemed like crazy advice, but what else could I do? I closed my eyes, shutting out the present and remembered instead the gentle way Corbin had kissed my pussy through my panties the night he had taken blood from my thigh. The way he had fingered me as he drank from my neck. All the hot, dirty words he murmured, telling me what he wanted to do to me, telling me exactly how he would take me. He always made me come so effortlessly, always pleasured me so thoroughly—how could I help loving him? How could I help getting hot for him even when I was in danger?
From the rubbing Corbin was doing against my belly, I wasn’t the only one getting turned on. He was trying to find my entrance in earnest now, thrusting against me in an increasingly frustrated way as he growled softly against my throat.
Again, my first impulse was to close my thighs tightly—he could literally fuck me to death in this state. Allowing him access was crazy.
But you have to, whispered the little voice that I was beginning to think of as my survival instinct. You have to let him in. Submit, Addison. It’s the only way to survive. Submit.
Submit. Right.
Taking a deep breath, I spread my thighs for him, opening wide for the thick battering ram of his cock, surrendering to my fate.
It was the only thing I could do.
Corbin found my entrance almost at once. I muffled a gasp as I felt the broad, mushroom shaped head of his cock press hard against me. Then, with one savage thrust, he was seated deep within me again, the tip of his shaft pressing hard against the end of my channel. He was thicker than he had been before—I was sure of it. He was stretching me wide, so much wider than he had earlier. I had never felt so completely helpless and yet I was still hot. As frightened as I was, I still wanted him.
“Corbin,” I whispered as he pulled back until he was almost out of me. “Please…if you’re still in there, don’t hurt me.”
My only answer was a low, animalistic growl.
And then he was pounding into me, taking me hard and fast with thrust after punishing thrust until I moaned with a mixture of pain and pleasure. His fangs were still buried in my throat and his cock pinned me to the bed. I was reminded hazily of the very first time we had been together—the night he had accidentally drawn my blood and barely held himself back from the brink of madness—the same madness that gripped him now.
“I want to fuck you, Addison. Not gently, either,” he had said. “I want to take you thoroughly, want to claim you completely and know that you’re mine. I want you on your back, helpless under me. Your legs spread, your pussy open for my shaft.”
Well, he had me in exactly that position now and despite my fear and the rough way he was fucking me, he still hadn’t torn me apart. In fact, if anything it almost seemed like he was holding himself back some. It wouldn’t have looked like it to an outsider—Corbin was pistoning into me as though he wanted to literally nail me to the bed, making me gasp with every thrust. But he easily could have done much, much worse. He could have killed me by now but he hadn’t.
For the first time, I began to hope I might survive this. You can, whispered the little voice. If you just submit. Submit and give in to the pleasure.
“Corbin,” I moaned, spreading my thighs even wider for him, giving him greater access to my pussy. “God, yes…take me. Take me.”
I didn’t know if he could understand me or not but he certainly seemed to respond to my words. With a low growl, he reached beneath me and shoved his arms under my thighs. His broad shoulders split me wide as he pushed my legs higher, opening me wider, making me feel even more utterly helpless.
I cried his name breathlessly as he changed the angle of his approach and began thrusting again. Somehow this new position allowed him to reach deeper inside me, to reach places I had never felt before. One spot in particular seemed to shoot sparks of lightning through me every time he hit it.
Oh God…oh God… I could barely breathe as once again the pleasure started to build to a peak despite my predicament or maybe even because of it. I had never been so out of control in my life, had never been so completely at anyone’s mercy as I was now at Corbin’s. He had me trapped, spread wide and pinned to the mattress, my body open for his pleasure, his fangs buried in my neck and there was nothing I could do about it. But somehow, I didn’t want to do anything about it.
God help me, it made me hot.
His very roughness brought me pleasure, the animalistic need I could feel coming from him, the predator’s urge to conquer and subdue. He wasn’t just fucking me anymore—he was breeding me. Claiming me as his own, marking me so that no other male would come anywhere near me. Corbin owned me now—he had stamped his mark on my heart as surely as he was marking my body. I was his…utterly and completely his.
With that knowledge and my complete and total surrender, I began to come.
“Corbin,” I moaned, daring to lift my arms and run my fingers through his hair. “Corbin, please…coming. Coming so hard.”
My nipples were so tight they hurt and I could feel my inner muscles contracting around him, could feel my pussy milking his shaft, trying to draw him deeper into me, to get more of him inside. Corbin must have felt it too because his furious rhythm speeded up until I moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The sensations were so intense I couldn’t tell the difference anymore. The push and pull of his cock inside my cunt, the ruthless way he pistoned into me…every harsh, delicious stroke was driving me out of my mind.
Can’t take much more, I thought numbly as a second orgasm followed the first, exploding inside me like a star going nova. Can’t do it. Can’t—
And then Corbin began to come. I groaned as I felt his cock thrust to the hilt inside me and his seed spilling into me in a hot flood. It was the same sensation I had felt the first time we made love but there seemed to be more of it this time. More of everything, I thought deliriously. More pain, more pleasure, more blood…
More blood? Why was that important?
I realized that black spots were dancing before my vision. It occurred to me that this entire time Corbin had been fucking me, he had also been sucking my blood. How much he had taken, I didn’t know but I was beginning to feel lightheaded and dizzy. Was he going to kill me after all? Would he drain me dry even if he didn’t fuck me to death?
Even as I asked myself the question, I felt his fangs leave my neck. I cried out weakly at the sensation—for some reason they hurt more coming out than they had going in. And then his shaft was leaving me too, pulling out of my limp body too suddenly, making me moan again.
Corbin was gone. And I was going too.
Chapter Twenty-five
My eyes drifted closed. I felt so empty…so drained. I was all used up. Completely spent. For a time I simply floated, alone in the void. And then a voice intruded.
“Addison?” it whispered. I wanted to see where it was coming from but my eye
s had closed and I felt too weak to open them.
“Addison?” the voice said again, sounding anxious and worried. Someone patted my cheek and my head lolled limply to one side—I couldn’t stop it, I had no strength.
“Darling, no…No!” The deep voice was choked now, it sounded like whoever was speaking was on the edge of panic.
I’m okay, I wanted to tell the owner of the deep voice—I was sure he was someone I knew. I’ll be fine if you’ll just let me sleep. So tired. So…tired…
“No,” I heard him saying again. “Gods, no—what have I done?”
I tried again to tell him that I was fine but nothing came out. The darkness was eating the world, sucking me down into the void. I was leaving…floating away…
Suddenly something warm and wet was pressed against my lips. I felt it dribbling down my chin and then strong hands were prying my jaws open, forcing the hot, sticky stuff down my throat.
I wanted to cough and gag but for a long, horrible moment I could do neither. I could only lay there, my mouth filling with the rich, salty liquid, feeling like I was drowning.
Then someone lifted my head and massaged my throat, forcing me to swallow whether I wanted to or not.
“Drink it,” he muttered. “Damn you, Addison, drink it.”
I swallowed convulsively and felt a little less like I was drowning. The warm liquid rolled down my throat and exploded in my belly like expensive single malt Scotch.
The effect was amazing—like someone had given me a shot of instant energy. A tingling warmth started in my center and radiated outward until even my fingers and toes felt like live wires. It was like my entire body had been electrified—like every hair on my head was standing on end.
My eyes popped open and I saw Corbin hovering over me, a look of fear and determination stamped on his face. He was holding his wrist against my mouth and there were tears of blood standing in his silver-blue eyes.
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