Sold [The Vampire Games 1] (Siren Publishing Sensations)

by Doris O'Connor

  “Please, I…”

  Her reaction made him do it again, and again. Her eyes closed, her head thrashed from side to side, and each well-placed slap brought her closer to release. To see her writhing on the bed, so close to release, so utterly inhibited in her responses, made him ache to be inside her. Atlan gripped the bottom of his shaft hard to stave off his own release, as one last well-placed and much harder swat meant she tumbled over that edge with a scream to bring in the neighbors, had he had any.

  Luckily his staff knew better than to intervene, and that was the last conscious thought Atlan had before he ripped off that sodden lace, which prohibited his view of her juicy pussy, buried his face between her thighs, and lapped up her need.

  Grasping her luscious ass cheeks, he lifted her up and drank down her arousal. Evie didn’t disappoint as she locked her thighs around his head and rode out the multitude of orgasms he wrung from her. Atlan latched onto her clit and sucked that little hard nub into his mouth while he sank his teeth into her moist flesh. Evie went wild underneath him, the scent and flavor of her life essence mixing in with her cum, as she screamed her release. Atlan released his hold on her clit, licked the wounds closed, and tunneled his tongue into her clenching hole instead, while he took her arousal all the way back between her ass cheeks to that little ring of muscle guarding her other entrance.

  He rimmed that tiny hole, as she tensed her hold around him and pulled on the restraints tethering her to the bed. By the time he breached her butt with his tongue, shoved several fingers into her pussy, and fucked her with his fingers, she flew again.

  Atlan murmured his encouragement into her perspiration-soaked skin, as he licked a path back up over her quivering belly until he reached the heavy mounds of her breasts. Circling each nipple in turn, he bit down lightly, leaving his teeth marks on the soft tissue. Only when she started to whimper and plead for him to stop, did he align his aching cock with her slick entrance and thrust deep with a groan of his own.

  Her quivering cunt muscles closed around him like a hot, wet fist, and Evie gasped. She arched her head back, offered her delicate neck for him to take, and without thinking about anything but the need to make this woman his, he sunk his fangs into her neck while he started to fuck her in earnest.

  Evie screamed and shook as her blood filled his mouth and her pussy sucked him in deeper. Harder, faster, he drove into her soft body like a madman, intent only on seeking his own release, satisfied with the knowledge that she met him thrust for thrust, until they came together in a mind-shattering orgasm, which took over every atom of his body, as she convulsed under and around him.

  Atlan threw his head back and roared, while he emptied himself deep inside his woman in a climax so intense he saw stars. By the time he could form a coherent thought again and could feel his arms and legs, he also became aware of how quiet his angel was.

  Dread washed over him, and he rolled off her, almost afraid to see. Atlan never lost control like this, and she was too quiet, too still.

  What the fuck had he done?

  Chapter Five

  Evie didn’t want to wake up, not really. It was nice here in this quiet, hazy place she floated in, but Atlan’s deep insistent voice in her ear called her back.

  He sounded…well, she wasn’t actually sure what he sounded like. Strange, almost worried, but that made no sense at all. Why would he be? He had no reason to be.

  Strong hands shook her shoulders so hard her teeth snapped together, and she moaned. A strange, croaky sound, but, nonetheless it seemed enough because Atlan swore. The pressure on her shoulders lifted, and then something dark, coppery, and thick entered her mouth.

  Evie gagged, even as she automatically swallowed, and some of her lethargy left her body. The fog in her brain lifted, the more she drank. Her heart beat faster, and the sweet ache between her legs took on enormous proportion. Her eyes flew open and she grasped Atlan’s strong wrist when he tried to pull away, to stop her from drinking his blood.

  A sliver of disgust made her hesitate, when she realized what she was doing, just enough for Atlan to gently remove his hand from the death grip she had it in.

  “That’s enough for now.”

  She moaned the loss of him, even as the wounds on his wrist closed up in front of her eyes.

  Oh. My. God.

  The enormity of what she had just done slowly seeped into her consciousness, and she backed away from the man who was watching her every move. She brought her arms around her legs as she drew her knees up to her chest, only just becoming aware that she was entirely naked now. When had she lost the rest of her clothes, and…

  Evie screwed her eyes shut and forced herself to take deep breaths. The moisture slowly seeping out of her body told their own story, and she shook her head.

  “Welcome back, my angel. I was worried about you there for a little while.”

  Atlan’s deep voice registered over the blood rushing in her ears with the uneven and far too fast staccato of her heartbeat. Evie took comfort in that sound. She was still human then, because vampires didn’t have a heartbeat, did they?

  “Evie, sweetheart, look at me.”

  Atlan’s voice, while gentle, held that unmistakable edge of command, one that her body instantly reacted to. Her nipples puckered against her thighs, her breasts got heavier, and her clit clenched in pleasure. She couldn’t help her gasp in response. After the multiple orgasms he’d rung from her earlier, all her tissues felt swollen and oh so sensitive, as though the slightest move could send her tumbling over that delicious edge again.

  It was insane, that’s what this was. She wanted to jump him again.

  “I said look at me, girl.”

  This time the inflection of his voice held a trace of irritation, and it meant Evie had to open her eyes. The minute she did, she was pulled right back into his presence, the connection between them so much stronger than before. It took her breath away, this need to be with him.

  His amazing eyes shimmered with a wealth of emotion which echoed her own conflicting feelings. When he wordlessly held out his arms, she scooted into his embrace with a speed she shouldn’t have been capable of, but the minute she made contact with him, all her doubt and insecurities fled. It simply felt right to be here with him in this moment.

  His deep sigh reverberated through her, and she snuggled in closer, rubbed her nose along his stubbly jaw, and inhaled deeply of his spicy scent. His cock hardened slowly and nudged her hip, the longer he simply held her, and Evie grew wet for him again.

  A sharp intake of breath was his response when he appeared to notice her reaction to him, and he stopped the slow exploration her hands had been attempting by trapping them with his own. That restraint only served to excite her more, and she kissed his neck, adding her teeth for good measure.

  Atlan’s groan and the way his cock jumped spurred her on—and acting purely on instinct—she yanked her hands out of his, put them on his hard chest, and pushed him down. Much to her surprise—his, too, if the slight widening of his eyes was any indication—he went. He made a grab for her hips, but in a move so fast she made herself dizzy, she grasped his wrists and pinned them next to his head, as she straddled him.

  A smirk played across Atlan’s far too handsome face, and his fangs ran out again with an audible click which sent shockwaves of delight down to her pussy.

  “What are you doing, my sweet angel?” he asked. He quirked an eyebrow at her when she started to rock herself against his hard abs. The muscles tightened underneath her, and a deep growl erupted from Atlan’s chest. The vibrations of that animalistic sound added to the delicious friction she was creating between her legs, and she rubbed herself up and down faster.

  “I don’t know. I just…damn it, I want you, please…”

  “Then, by all means, have me, if you can.”

  He bucked up against her, as he said that, and Evie slumped forward. With her breasts squashed against the hard planes of his body, she had to let go of his wrists to
support herself. The minute she did, Atlan flipped her over in a role reversal which made her head spin. Pinning her wrists by her head, he settled himself between her thighs and slid home in one excruciatingly slow push into her, which left her gasping for breath and feeling utterly and completely owned by him.

  “This what you need, my angel?” he asked.

  Evie couldn’t reply, too caught up in the intensity of his gaze, as he pulled out, only to rock back into her body with the same leisurely moves designed to drive her insane.

  “Please, I want, harder…please.”

  The most devilish grin spread over Atlan’s face before he dipped his head and teased one of her nipples with his tongue and teeth. That little nub hardened further, and Evie tried her best to arch her back to get him to exert more pressure, but it was useless.

  He’d clearly decided to drive her insane with gentleness if the butterfly-light touches to her breasts were any indication.

  “Please, Sir…I need.”

  He shut up her protests by kissing her, all the while keeping up the slow possession of her body, while he kept her pinned down with his body weight. This wasn’t just a kiss. It was a claim on her very soul, and one she couldn’t help but accept.

  By the time he finally broke away and kissed his way down her neck, she was faint from the lack of oxygen. The feel of his fangs as they scraped along her skin, yet never broke it, made her even more desperate to come, for him to lose control like he had done before. A dangerous game for sure, but every muscle in her body tightened in anticipation, the spirals of bliss he created between her legs threatening to consume her.

  It was pleasure and torture all rolled into one until Evie didn’t even know what she was pleading for anymore. The more she did, the slower Atlan moved until she wanted to screech at him.

  When he pulled out of her and let go of her wrists, she did scream in frustration, yet he only smirked down at her.

  “I told you we do this my way, did I not?” he asked, and she could only nod.

  “Good girl, turn over for me.”

  “Why?” she croaked and his expression darkened. Her stomach flipped over in apprehension even as she appreciated the view of him on his knees between her splayed thighs. His gaze was fixed between her legs, and Evie should have been embarrassed at the way he was studying her, with her intimate parts so openly on display for him, yet it simply felt right.

  “Well, my sweet, I was going to fuck your ass, but now I think I’ll just punish it.”

  Evie gasped and shook her head. Nothing at all she could do about the ever-increasing moisture between her legs at the mere thought of his making good on his promise, threat? She wasn’t entirely sure which it was right now, as he took his cock in hand and stroked up and down his length.

  “No?” He gripped himself harder, swiped his thumb through the wet tip of his impressive erection, and then held that digit up to her mouth. When she sucked his essence of his thumb and moaned her approval at his addictive taste, he grasped her throat with his free hand and squeezed. Not enough to cut off her air supply, but enough to reiterate what he was saying.

  “No to what? The spanking or my fucking that delectable ass of yours?” He withdrew his thumb and kissed her again, hard, fast, while tightening his hold on her throat, and then flipping her over with so much force that she bounced on the bed.

  He was back on top of her in seconds. His body weight pinned her down with his cock a hard ridge against her butt. Atlan ground his hips against her before he lifted off and grasped her hips to hold her still, while he pulled her up on her knees.

  “Answer me, girl. Which is it?”

  His voice sounded rougher, almost a growl, as his fingers dug in, and he spread her wider by sliding one hair-roughened thigh between her legs. The action opened her up obscenely wide, and she gasped anew at the sensation of the cool air that brushed across her moist flesh.

  The slap to her butt came as a surprise and made her collapse back onto the mattress. A strip of heat flared across her skin from the contact, and before she could assimilate that feeling, two more open-handed swats left her ass on fire.

  Atlan hauled her back on her knees, cupped her pussy from behind, and teased her clit with his index finger. It was the lightest of touches, so out of sync with the hard swats he’d just subjected her behind to, that her head spun. Her body reacted with a gush of moisture.

  His dark chuckle of amusement, as he swiped his fingers through her ridiculously wet pussy, made her insides clench in need.

  “Never mind, my sweet. Your body tells me all I need to know. You like a bit of pain with your pleasure, don’t you?” He took his arousal-soaked fingers all the way up to her anus, and she gasped when he pushed his thumb through that forbidden hole.

  Before she could process that strange sensation, another series of swats to her ass followed. Her knees buckled, but Atlan’s thigh between her legs held her up, as he continued to pummel her butt, while he pushed what felt like another finger into her anus. The resulting burn made her pant, as every swat to her behind pushed her soaking-wet pussy down on his thigh. The resulting friction made her flex her hips to instinctively seek out the relief she needed as the pressure built slowly. So close yet not enough. She locked her arms and rocked back against him with every hard contact to her stinging ass cheeks, which only served to pitch her arousal higher. If she had thought she was ready to explode before, the sheer floaty ecstasy his expert handling of her body was driving her to was something else entirely.

  “Please, I…argh…no, yes…please…I can’t…”

  Evie didn’t know what nonsense she was spouting, but it seemed to inflame him further. His harsh grunts behind her were such a turn-on. When he finally stopped pummeling her butt, grasped her hips, and impaled himself inside her pussy in one hard thrust which lifted her off her bed, Evie flew headlong into a climax so intense she saw stars. She convulsed around his cock lodged so deep inside her he was nudging her cervix. The slight pain only served to make her come harder, in a seemingly never-ending wave of breathtaking contractions which shook her body and robbed her of the ability to do anything but ride the sensations.

  “Yes, you can, my angel. Come for me, again, you can do it.”

  He pulled out, ran his cock along her slit up to her back passage, and pushed in slowly.

  Evie gasped and shook at the stinging, burning sensation before it gave way to pleasure. Every gentle thrust into her woke up hitherto unused nerve endings. Atlan brought one hand around to manipulate her clit, as he picked up his thrusts into her, and her waning orgasm flared anew. Much more intense and breathtaking than before, it made her clench down on Atlan.

  “Fuck, yes, do that again. That’s my…fuck.”

  The rest of whatever he was shouting didn’t register in Evie’s befuddled brain, as she tumbled headfirst over that cliff of pleasure time and time again. Nothing mattered but the waves of bliss he wrought from her body. The bed rocked, her boobs jiggled around like demented things as their bodies slapped together, and she whimpered and panted her release over and over. By the time a groaning Atlan finally pushed in deep and yanked her upright, so that she was completely and utterly surrounded by him, exhaustion held her in its grip. Whatever energy boost his blood had given her had fizzled out, as he emptied himself into her.

  “You’re mine now, my sweet.”

  The growled words into her neck made her smile before he bit down, and she convulsed one final time before she gave into the much-needed oblivion.

  Drifting in and out of sleep, Evie was dimly aware of his gentle handling, the care he took to wash her down, and his cool embrace around her overheated body as he carried her off somewhere. He was saying something to her, something that made her heart beat faster, even as her eyes closed and sleep took over.

  Whatever it was he’d said, it made happiness bloom inside of her, and she knew she was smiling as she snuggled into the comfort he offered.

  Chapter Six

  Atla
n watched his precious angel. Sprawled next to him with her head on his chest, she was sleeping soundly. Her even exhalations of air ghosted across his skin. Little puffs of heat, which resembled her vibrant life force.

  One which he had no right to keep a hold of. His sweet Evie didn’t belong with a jaded old man like him. Not that he looked his age, but she was so young and full of energy, yet he couldn’t bring himself to leave either.

  Besides, as exhausted as she had been, he wasn’t at all sure she’d taken in his instructions. It was important that she did. With the amount of blood that he’d taken, blood which fizzed in his veins and only served to strengthen the connection he felt to the young woman in his arms, she would need looking after.

  No one was better at that than his staff, so instead of taking her back right now, like he ought to have done, he’d simply cleaned her up and moved them both to one of the spare bedrooms. He daren’t examine his motives too closely, this compulsion to keep her close to him which meant he’d almost taken her to his room. To do so would have been foolhardy in the extreme, however. No human had ever reacted well to waking up to a dead man. And for all intents and purposes when he rested during daylight hours, he was dead to the world. Vulnerable. Alone. Always so alone.

  Atlan scowled into the semi-darkness and pulled his precious bundle a little closer to him. Fuck knew what it was about her that made him wish things could be different. All he did know was that one night was not enough. Far from getting her out of his system, it had simply made him hungrier. Not just for her blood, though everything about her was delicious, and she tasted divine, but he found himself curious to get to know her, the person. What made her laugh, why he’d sensed that sadness in her. He’d successfully chased it away, but he needed to know more. Why had she signed up for the games when she so clearly hadn’t wanted to be there?